"Hey chief," said an aide: "You ain't gonna believe this shit. Some black bitch in a Reagan mask is here for that job interview."
Ron Desantis chuckled "Ah, these are my people...send him, I mean her in."
Karen entered, nervously clutching her hideous handbag and doing her best to keep her sphincter tightly shut.
"I and I is here fo' dat job. What is y'all paying, anyways?"
"Two hundred grand a year plus expenses, if you are qualified. Let's see if you are, OK?"
Karen felt a nervous squirt bedeck her nether area: "OK."
"How would you go about detecting and ejecting internet imposters? That is what the job is all about."
"Oh, 'dat be easy. I and I would jus' asks 'dem what time it be; a real 'poster he not knows what day it be, let alone what time."
Ron bubbled with glee: "This is gonna be fun" he thought.
"Very good. Next question: if an applicant for a state job falsely claims to be a successful white attorney but is in fact a dim-bulb black woman, what would you do?"
"I and I would send her black ass to alligator alcatraz."
"Exactly. One more question: How well can you handle heat, humidity, filth, swamps and alligators?"
Before Karen could coin a coy response Ron pushed a button and two burly men entered the room; they dragged Karen out, threw her in a locked police car and drove south toward the everglades in south Florida.
"Always love to help the Little People" mused Ron, "especially those of the Nubian persuasion."
