The head Democratic politicians/ kingmakers were beside themselves with angst and fear over the prospect of Donald Trump beating Joe Biden litke the dottering fool he is in the coming election; they cast their net far and wide to find a new candidate.
As it happened an autistic, black Walgreens drone got snared in the web, and upon cursory then close examination it was determined that she "pushed all the right buttons" to be the new standard bearer.
"She really meets all the necessary criteria: black, female, autistic, and best of all dumb as a box of rocks: hell, she's even dumber than Joe. What a pawn she'll be."
A team of advance men and women approached Karen as she was about to squat in Church's Chicken: "Excuse us Karen, but we need to talk."
Disappointed that her "decorating the floor" was put on pause, she harrumphed and listened to their pitch.
When the nattering had concluded she asked "But what's in it for me?"
They pointed out how she had the chance to make millions if not billions "under the table" like Biden and Clinton have done; as a prime example she was told how easy it was for Joe's drug-addled son to attend meetings in Ukraine, high on coke, and get fifty gees a month for doing so even though he knew nothing of the subject and couldn't even speak their language.
"But I have no children, and my family has basically disowned me."
"You could adopt..."
But then she realized that she really did have a sort of "family:" her amigos at WoV, VCT and the other gambling web sites she hung out at, as well as all the "friends" she'd "made" in Miami casinos.
"OK, I'll do it."
A black helicopter swooped down and ensconced therein she flew off to begin her new life.
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