In tutta la storia delle feste tristi, deve prendere il primo posto, parla di un evento senza allegria. It’s like a roomful of aliens have gathered to act out this concept they’ve just heard about called happiness. The head Alien is a supernaturally strange being called Kamala Harris, chi, for reasons no one ever explains, walks into a room in the most secure building in the world with a piece of elasticized fabric over her face. Piace, that’s totally normal. Just another masked birthday celebration.
This Kamala Harris then walks over to a man, press reports claim is her husband, who like her, is fully vaxxed. Lui, per qualche ragione, has a mask on his face, pure, which suggests that they don’t actually live together or indeed have ever met. We don’t know the truth, but whatever it is, the two then proceed to pantomime the most sexless imitation of a kiss imaginable, awkwardly rubbing faces through the gauze. E poi, as if it could get weirder, Harris suddenly yells surprise at her own surprise birthday party, like she’s hosting the event for one of her multiple personalities.