The Art of Psycho Therapy...

Gilligan's White Privillage Island

"Hey! Skipper! I found a lady!" Gilligan runs over to the skipper.
He is carrying an unconscious Fox News reporter over his shoulder.
She is a sopping wet colored lady.
Mrs. Lovey Howell walks over and puts on her glasses to see the lady's face.
"Oh, my. Are there colored people on the Island?"

"My name is Harrison." the Fox News reporter coughs.
"Oh? Are you shipped wrecked too?" Mr. Howell queries.
The reporter has slipped off Gilligan's shoulder.
"I was walking to work and some federal agents tossed me into a rented van.
And drugged me and here I am." Harrison looked at them with big eyes.

"Please sit down. Have some coconut juice." the Profesor gently guided Harrison to a bamboo chair.
"I am not an anarchist. Why did this happen to me?" the Fox reporter sipped her juice.
"Maybe you look like an anarchist?" Gilligan queried.
The rest of the castaways scolded Gilligan for his racist remark.
The skipper hit Gilligan over the head with his cap.
"Unless it was my interview with President Donald Trump." Harrison continued.. ..
"He didn't like me asking him about his girlfriend Ghislaine Maxwell."

"Do you mean Donald Trump is president?" Mr. Howell laughed.
"He's an idiot and he owes me money!"
"Oh, yes. We took out money from that hedge fund at the Deutsche bank." Mrs. Lovey Howell smirked,
"Ghislaine was such a tramp."
Harrison's eyes got bigger as she stared at the Howells.


To be continued?


Muzzy