WKRLEM TV: We have been invaded by killer insects before

You could not make this sketch today. Political correctness would kill it.

Notice they hit some of my favorite themes. Filthy Mexicans. Eli Wallach in the Magnificent Seven. It's all there as if I wrote it today.

There can be only one!

Donald Trump walked out into the bright Florida Sunshine burning down on the golf course at Mar de Largo. It was sunrise. His favorite time of the day. He was always up early. His mother had taught him that. A Scot born and bred she abhorred waste and she would tumble him out of bed at the crack of dawn. He could her voice now even fifty years later. “Up and at them laddie…times a wasting…don’t be a slugabed….it is time to seize the day!”

He strode out onto the grounds behind the eighteen tee. He had managed to give his security detail the slip. His Secret Service agents were good men but they were too controlling. You can’t go here….you can’t go there. Wear the vest. Don’t shake hands. Be ready to duck and run at the first sign of trouble. They thought that since he was a candidate that his life was in danger and that evil lurked behind every bush. Little did they know about danger?