Politipod Read Through

I continue to work with Politipod, usually as voice talent.

Last night, I joined the assembled for a live script read through. Three or four scripts, some light discussion, and lots of laughs. They’re a good group, I should do more with them.

I have an idea for a sketch script: it’s a satire of the film “Taken,” with Liam Neeson, except that Donald Trump plays Neeson, the only, distant, telephonic support to Alan Weisselberg, Trump’s former accountant, currently playing the role of the about-to-be-inevitably-snatched daughter, and Feds play the part of the impending “Taking.”

“Listen to me,” drones nasally, sniffly Donald: “I don’t have money – okay, I have money, but it’s mine and you can’t have it, under any circumstances.

And I don’t have any particular set of skills. But what I do have… where was I? I got bored…”

It cracks me up, there must be something funny in there.

Death is 2020 – sketch

I am happy to mention I have written a new bit of political sketch comedy, a script for the Politipod podcast called “Death is 2020,” where the “2020 baby” is revealed to be none other than the Grim Reaper himself.

I almost didn’t write the darn thing, at all. I had gone to bed last night knowing I hadn’t written nearly enough on it, with the following day being the deadline. I could feel myself slouching to inaction, but I had nothing to give it.

Up with the damned cat at 3:30 a.m., I finally sat down and promised myself some kind of cookie if would just sit for 30 minutes and push effort. So I got my coffee, sat down at the keyboard and… the laptop crashed. Like, froze, then I rebooted and twice it told me that I need to “reseat the memory.” Ay, that ain’t good. #Setback

Luckily, I have an old laptop to rely upon, so I slapped it on the desk, and pressed on.

I had about 167 words, the nugget of the idea: a newscaster loses his shit as he recaps December, 2020, and calls upon the spirit of the year 2020 to account for itself. It’s revealed to be Death, through a humorous turn of Ecclesiastic events.

Anyway. within an hour I was pleased to have dumped the newscaster idea, made him Trump and tripled the word count to the desired goal, while stuffing the thing like a mattress with jokes.

I’ll try to post the episode once it’s produced and posted. 🙂

Excuse me while I look for my screwdriver…