Ever feel like you’re paying twice for the same government service? Welcome to the DMV (D.C., Maryland, Virginia), where your tax dollars go to die, reincarnate, and get taxed again. This satirical deep dive exposes the bureaucratic buffet of double taxation, with real examples, legal loopholes, and enough sarcasm to fill a pothole.
From lizard people in Congress to secret tunnels under Tysons Corner, we explore the wild world of conspiracies and fringe theories with a comedic lens. Warning: May cause side effects like laughter, skepticism, and Googling “Is my neighbor a CIA plant?”
Because if history repeats itself, and Trump gets another four years, late-night hosts will need more than punchlines—they’ll need passports.
Picture it: Washington D.C., the Kennedy Center, a venue known for elegant galas and cello solos. Suddenly, the red carpet is rolled out—not for Yo-Yo Ma, but for Donald J. Trump, arriving in a gold-plated golf cart, flanked by Secret Service agents and a guy dressed as a bald eagle.
