The gut/arse white house performer needs someone to HOOK HIM off the stage and whisk him away to the cornfield where bad thoughts go and are never heard from or seen again forever. Little Anthony in the Twilight Zone wished away people with BAD THOUGHTS. Where is our Little Anthony today? Imagine the gut/arse white house performer in mid-sentence gibberishing his daily schtick and DISAPPEARING from sight never to be seen or heard from again?
Where is that cornfield I wonder? Do you too?
Perhaps it is AREA 51? Or in Rod Serling's brain?
