The Deep State has taken a vicious beating since Round 1. Whoever they've put out there gets their ass handed to them by the end of the round provided they're even conscious which half the time they're not. You'd think that would end the fight with a TKO but this is the Deep State. They're different. They have special rules. They made the rules after all. So they get to swap out fighters in between rounds. So when James Comey just got fired as Round 14 ended all hope is not lost.

But the Deep State is scrambling, what to do, what to do. Then it dawns on them. There's one last shot to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. The trainer looks off into the distance and signals with his hand to a figure deep in the shadows at the very last row of seats. A hush falls over the crowd. Then the crowd hears it. It's barely audible at first but gets louder and louder with each step. It's the sound of a Hurrycane Cane that's in need of a little oil so its movable base joint is creaking pretty good with each step. About 10 feet from the ring a hunch back looking figure steps into the light and parts a sea of cigar smoke as he lets go of his cane which because, duh, it's a Hurrycane Cane remains standing on its three mini-legs. The figure approaches the ring and not quite climbing undulates under the first rope and rolls in toward the center. After a few rolls he stops, he's on his back and looking up towards the ceiling and waits for his trainer to come over and help him to his feet.

When they get to their corner the trainer slowly unties the fighter's robe and as it drops to the ground we finally see him. It's Henry Kissinger. All 5'2" and 93 years of him. He slowly stares the crowd down turning his head left then right. He acknowledge the crowd with a nod. In a deep and guttural German accented voice he begins speaking. His voice is emanating from down somewhere within his large intestine not his voice box where it's supposed to be coming from. He slowly belts out in a near monotone "This bitch is about to get loud y'all.".

But the crowd doesn't respond. Something's not right. They sound just like a crowd would sound at an Earth Day celebration in Costa Rica immediately after a public service announcement has alerted them to the fact the cistern of rain water currently being used to keep the revelers fully hydrated may have been contaminated with an intestinal parasite common to the area.

Kissinger raises his right gloved fist up to about the level of his belly button and then too tired to hold it there lets it fall again to his side. As the bell rings to start the final round Kissinger says to the trainer and again in that near monotone "Let's do this." then opens his mouth wide and lets the trainer take out his dentures and replace them with a black plastic mouth guard custom molded just for this eventuality.

..........The fight begins again in earnest.

:-D