Patting Myself on the Back...Again

I have not updated my website in about nine months now. When I get to it, I'll have to add the epilogue to The Scatting Farmer Who Loved His Country recently sent to me by PJK. Meanwhile, here is a scene from the script, which remains my favorite thing I've ever cowritten, perhaps with the exception of my poem "Food Becomes Poop" which can be found on Kess' site somewhere.

SCENE:
The Scatting Farmer enters the White House. Brad J. President is sitting at his log desk in the oval office, wearing a suit. Behind him are about 6 men wearing armor. The Scatting Farmer accuses the president of having prior knowledge of the Russian invasion, and punches him in the face. The Scatting Farmer then appeals to the armored men, while the president is shouting at them to help him up. The Scatting Farmer exits, and the armored men stare at each other, at Brad J. President, and back at each other. One by one, they leave the oval office, and arrive in the hallway, axe-chop the statue of the president, and replace it with an ice sculpture of the Scatting Farmer. The base reads, “Bee-bop a doo-bap.”