Axl was pleased to discover his unique ability to mimic the voice, tone and inflection of others and he decided to have some fun with it.
He called the Washington Post, and connected with a reporter.
"Hello, do you know who I am?" said Axl, sounding exactly like the orange oaf.
"Yes, I recognize your voice."
"I have a confession to make; you better record this."
Axl then went on for ten minutes "confessing" to all of the alleged sins, calumnies, misdemeanors, felonies and lies which he'd been accused of.
"Why are you telling me this?" asked the reporter.
"Why not?" Axl responded. "Perhaps the truth will set me free," and he hung up and laughed uproariously.
In Washington the Post brought in voice-analysis experts to try to authenticate the taped call: they authenticated it.
Soon social media and TV played the tape; the toadies, sycophants and Kool-Aid swillers were all aghast, they felt betrayed by their fuhrer, and as a knee jerk reaction they strung him up on a lamp post ala Mussolini then set his corpse on fire, fueling the flames with furniture from his water front home.
"That was fun" thought Axl, "I think I'll call Vladimir Putin next, pretending I'm Joe Biden; time to start WWIII."
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