Hey, there’s a new funny going around, very timely this July. Here’s one version.
Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton were invited on a Pacific cruise with wealthy donors. Mid-ocean, a terrible storm seemed to come from nowhere and they were shipwrecked. Hillary and the Donald found the same life raft, alone at sea. At one point he saved her life, at another, she saved his. They washed ashore on a desert island never to be seen again and together they saved America.
What I like about it, besides the outcome, is its versatility. It can be lengthened to a shaggy dog story, or shortened to a one-liner depending on the situation.
But the time is now very short for each party to do the right thing, the very important thing, and disqualify each of these two, or overrule their tentative delegate counts, based on what should have been learned about them by now.