Your post on Zaphod Beeblebrocks accurately demonstrates a point that science fiction and pornography writers have known about for years:
You can't make anything up.
No matter how outrageous, no matter how ridiculous, no matter how bizarre, no matter how unlikely, if you can think of it for the pages of a speculative or pornographic novel, other people have thought of it, too. And some of them are actually doing it.
My one hope is that the entire Trump administration gets indigestion at the restaurant at the edge of the universe and falls dizzily into the fireworks show at its edge.
Yours very crankily,
The New York Crank
Indeed. Right now it looks like this crew might not even find its way to said restaurant, between their informational innocence and their bumbling execution.
Admittedly we're lowering the standards here, but at this point I'd rather have bumbling than, say, the ruthless efficiency of a Dick Cheney. True, the Trump people don't know dink about running the government, those who do know must be courted or lured in, and Trump shows no signs of valuing anything other than personal loyalty in such situations, so he'll likely get bad advice.
It'll take this crowd a while to reach the effectiveness level of the Bush/Cheney administration, that is, but I'm arguing that's a good thing.