Did Trump offer Obama a job at Carter funeral?

I had a buddy in school I would sit with in church, and we would goof off a bit until we got scolded by an authority, like a parent, a priest, or an adult. I was reminded of that when I saw Obama and Trump goofing around like a couple of jerks in church at President Carter’s funeral.

Even the once joy-filled Kamala Harris, couldn’t bring them to silence. She looked back at them and was dismissed, as she was by America. She looked disgusted with their giggling, whereas hubby Doug was thinking please let this end soon.

Do you still wonder what they were discussing and laughing about? I sent my research team to find out. Here’s a transcript of some of what Trump said during their fun talk:

Hey, Barack, good to see you again. What’ve you been up to other than pulling the strings on Sleepy Joe? Four years of sitting in your basement, in your pajamas, and running the world from there – that’s a pretty cool gig you had going there, and now its all coming to end.

Oops, I think we’re in trouble, Big O. Kamala the librarian just turned around and gave me a look that could kill. Of course, Hillary can do that too, big time. Apparently, Kamala doesn’t approve of our chatting. Oh well, I guess the joy is all gone. Look at her husband Doug’s face. He leaves no doubt about that.

But now that Sleepy Joe’s gone, how about you coming on board with my administration? Your party is nothing but a bunch of angry hags fueling a dumpster fire. You don’t want to be associated with those nut-job losers from now on, do you?

Oh boy, Kamala just looked back at us again. I think if we don’t shut up we’re going to get detention. And there’s another one over behind sleepy Joe looking nasty as usual. I wonder where Hillary parked her broom? She must’ve parked it the cloakroom. Do they still have cloakrooms?

Anyway, back to what you’re going to do now that Joe’s leaving. As I was saying, maybe you could come work for me. The corrupt media would love it. We’d be showing some solidarity between parties, sort of a reconciliation.

How about you come and run Greenland after I buy it? I could name you something like the King of Greenland. I figure Michelle could be queen. That would be cool. I can see it now, “Make Greenland Green Again under King Barack.”

You could still run the place from your basement. All they’ve got is 50,000 people there, 20 million reindeer, a thousand herds of musk ox. You could show up once in a while to cut a ribbon or give out an award.

And do you know what their biggest city is called, Nuuk. Come on, we could do better than that. I think I’ll rename that place Melania, Greenland.

While I’m at it, as a gesture of goodwill and unity, I think I’ll give Hillary a title. Even though I know she still hates me, I could make her the environmental czar of Greenland. How about the Queen of the Musk Ox?

Now if Greenland doesn’t appeal to you, maybe Canada will be better. I could name you The Prince of Canada because I think Charles is still King. But as prince, you could be in charge of making the Montreal Canadiens Great Again. Those losers haven’t won anything in years. So think it over.

Oops, I better shut up, Kamala just gave me the glare again. Nobody wants any of her Malochia. That’s the evil eye that could turn you into a zombie. Just look at Joe.