Knock knock. Who’s there? President Trump. President Trump who? If you don’t know who I am, then you’re guilty of treason.

I must admit, calling Democrats “treasonous” for not responding with enthusiastic clapping when the applause sign came on at The State of the Union was hilarious. Right up there with Trump’s favorite punchline back in the day when he was a neophyte comic coming up on the open mic circuit landing this oldie but a goodie, “Lock her up!” That was fall down funny. If by fall down you mean the crumbling pillars of our fragile democracy.

Knock knock. Who’s there? John Kelly. John Kelly who? Open the door already, you lazy immigrant.

I must admit, calling Dreamers lazy for not turning themselves in after working 2 jobs and fearing the repercussions of being separated from their families is a gut buster. Right up there with celebrating soldiers from the Confederacy who fought on the side of slavery as patriotic. It was especially funny when you stop to consider the guy coming off the mic before Trump hit the stage was the country’s first black president. The joke would have killed if John Kelly delivered it in black face.

Knock knock. Who’s there? Orange. Orange who? Orange you glad America is racist again.

It feels like old times. Only this time, the locker room talk isn’t funny. You know why? It was never funny to begin with, which is why they did it in the locker room.

It was the bigot’s safe space.