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Five Supreme Court Justices We’d Like to See

For the past week a nation has speculated as to who President Obama should appoint to replace Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia. If they haven’t be speculating on that, they’ve likely been speculating on what exactly the constitution means by “[the president] shall nominate, and by and with the advice and consent of the Senate, shall appoint ambassadors, other public ministers and consuls, judges of the Supreme Court.” Here at The Annual, we believe “The President” is defined as “The actual-goddamn-sitting president” and with that in mind, we hope this list of potential Supreme Court Justices makes its way to the oval office.

By David Shankbone (Own work) [CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
By David Shankbone (Own work) [CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Supreme Justice Judy

10% of Americans already believe Judge Judy is on the Supreme Court and they seem pretty content with that. Why not let America’s lower 10% be right for a change, it’ll be a big win for the little guy.

By English: Steve Petteway, photographer for the Supreme Court of the United States. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
By English: Steve Petteway, photographer for the Supreme Court of the United States. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Supreme Justice RGB2

Perhaps the most country and certainly Tumblr’s most popular judge, Ruth Bader Ginsberg deserves an extra seat in the court. We’re not suggesting that she be given two votes, but use the cloning technology readily available to create a second RGB. Given the accelerated rate of clone growth, RGB2 will reach her legal maturity much quicker than the original. If we start cloning tomorrow we can have RGB2 in a robe before general election.


Supreme Justice Advisory Counsel to Martin Shkreli

While we would never recommend placing Douchebag Supreme on the Supreme Court, his legal counsel has a solid hold on the constitution. Particularly the fifth amendment, but with so much emphasis placed on the first and second it’s important that lesser amendments get some attention as well.


Supreme Justice The Affluenza Teen’s Lawyer

The GOP’s biggest fear is that President Obama will appoint a judge with a progressive interpretation of the constitution. If that’s what Obama is truly aiming for, why not appoint a lawyer who understands the law so well that they can twist it and pervert it into meaning whatever they want?

By Iamlilbub (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
By Iamlilbub (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Supreme Justice Lil’ Bub

Throughout her career Lil’ Bub has kept political affiliation close to her chest. No one’s entirely sure where she stands on any particular issue and that’s just how a Supreme Court Justice ought to be. Just look at that face, Supreme Justice Lil’ Bub could bring about a much needed return of innocence to our legal system.

Kevin Cole

Bernie’s Campfire – Veterans on The Other 364

On this week’s broadcast, Bernie Sanders discusses the way our Veteran’s are treated every other day of the year and how he intends to change that. Sanders also addresses reports that Martin Shkreli had applied to work as an intern on the Sanders Campaign.

Please send any questions you have for Senator Sanders to BerniesCampfire@gmail.com or tweet @SandersCampfire.

Click here to hear past addresses.

The Shkreli Karma Counter

tumblr_inline_nwg0cdbRLz1qfopg3_540Last month, America’s favorite taint-wipe Martin Shkreli jacked up the cost of the AIDs treatment Daraprim by over 5000%. He recently came out of hiding to donate $2,700 to Bernie Sanders’ campaign in hopes of getting a meeting with the presidential candidate. Unfortunately for Shkreli, Sanders refused to accept the donation or arrange a meeting and instead donated the $2,700 to an HIV Clinic. Being the pissbaby that he is, Shkreli proceeded to throw a tantrum, punching his wall so hard that he fractured his own wrist.

We considered just publishing this story for it’s sheer beauty until we realized that this is only the first wave of Karma to hit Shkreli. 
Obviously, Shkreli has a lot of work to do before things start to balance out. Here are some things we at The Annual expect to see the universe toss at him in the coming year.

  • His wall won’t take the punch and donates it to the Used Needle bin at his doctor’s office
  • An inevitable dick-pic scandal
  • A paper cut on the sole of his foot
  • Discovers the tickets he scalped to see Hamilton are counterfeits and in a fit of rage punches the naked cowboy who proceeds to toss him down a flight of subway stairs.
  • Realizes the only presidential candidate who will meet with him is Ben Carson
  • After losing his house keys Shkreli must live amongst the garbage like the human trash-pile he is.
  • Financial ruin
  • Contracts the one disease he can no longer afford to treat

Kevin Cole, Brad Rosen

The Martin Shkreli Guide to Buying Friends and Killing People

Have you ever wondered how you can make the world a better place? No? Okay, well… have you ever wondered how you can make your world and exclusively your world a better place? Welcome to The Martin Shkreli Guide to Buying Friends and Killing People! Don’t worry, you won’t kill any people of worth, just that pesky lower class.

Step 1: Cash Flow

We’re talkin’ revenue, the big bucks. Start of your career by building up a hedge fund. During this time you’ll be of very little worth to society, but you will soon have the potential for massive capital gains. This is a fancy way of saying “make a little money for yourself.”

Step 2: Purchase a Swagboard

Dude, those things are dope as fuck. A lot of haters will call you a douchebag for rolling with them just but check this shit out:


Impressed? Well if you aren’t, maybe this course isn’t for you. Close this tab and head back to the homeless shelter.

Finally, it’s just us, the Swag-Savy Consumer. We’ve got money and we know how to spend it. This step is a great way to weed out those who are only going to hold you back, in fact that’s its sole purpose.

Step 3: The Free Market

We live in a capitalist society, the best there is. In this world we operate on a system of Supply and Demand, and there’s no greater demand than the need to stay alive. This is where you’re hedge fund cash comes in. Purchase yourself a nice little pharmaceutical company and make yourself the CEO. Take your staff out to dinner once or twice and gain their trust, let them know that you have their best interests in mind. This will enable you to develop a hive mind of Swagboard-riding biochemists, buy them one as a gift.

What you’re going to do next may seem immoral to some, but remember that you’re doing it to gain profit to keep a prosperous company afloat. There’s really something altruistic about it. Find a product that your company manufactures, one that is cheap to produce already turns a profit and is vital to the survival of someone with a disease like AIDS or Cystinuria. Once you’ve found that product, jack up the price 5500%. It may seem like overkill, but compared to the cost of cancer treatment, you’re really saving the consumer a bundle. Good for you.

Get some practice with this technique. Below, you’ll find marked up prices on everyday over the counter items, from 200 tablets of Aleve to Playtex Tampons, all at a 5500% price increase. Print these out on sticker paper and make your way to the pharmacy.

Turing Prices

Stick these over the traditional prices and wait for the customers to notice. Nothing will fill you with more joy than to watch people breakdown into tears because they can’t afford to get rid of their migraine.

If by chance they notice you, tell them you’ll lower the price, but never say how much. Then, gently lean back on your Swagboard and drift away into obscurity, knowing that you are the stronger being, fit for survival as Darwin intended.

Kevin Cole


I know I have a lot of critics as of late; and personally I think they should go fuck themselves. Especially while they still can before I acquire the rights to condoms. But guys, listen: I’m like you. I have a story and a dream. When I was a little boy, I was like every other kid. I enjoyed Saturday morning cartoons, eating a big bowl of Apple Jacks, and then going in the backyard and dismembering squirrels with my bare hands. I went to school, and rode my bike, and dreamt about what I was going to be like when I grew up. My dad was a businessman, and I wanted to just like him.

One fine sunny weekend in June, my family went on a day trip. We went to King’s Dominion. I remember traversing the full parking lot and going through the turnstile. The sprawling park overwhelmed me as I stood between my mother and father, each of them grasping one of my hands. We walked a bit, until we got to our first ride. A roller coaster! Oh, it was thrilling. We stood in line, and patiently waited. After an hour without much progress, I remember becoming aware of the sun beating down on my face and arms. I looked up at my parents. My mother stood fanning herself, and my father wiped sweat from his brow. “Wait here,” father said to my mom. He took my hand and we ventured away into the crowd. After a short distance weaving between other patrons, we arrived at a small hut. It had a straw roof and a bright garish sign that said LEMONADE in big pink letters. I stood at my father’s side, and could just barely see over the counter. “Three waters, son,” My father stated to the teenager in the booth. In his blue polo and matching visor, the teen looked quite content sipping on the biggest cup of lemonade@ I’d ever seen in my life. He nodded, and placed three water bottles on the counter. I longed to reach up and touch the condensation on the cool blue plastic to my forehead. “That will be eighteen seventy-five,” The boy declared. Eighteen seventy-five? That didn’t sound right to me at all. That would have been at least a few months of my allowance, and I drank water all the time. I didn’t understand. My father heaved an exasperated sigh as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. “What are these bottles made of, pure gold?” As he handed some bills to the boy. Father was always hilarious as far back as I could remember.

As we returned to the line where mother stood patiently, I asked “Father, was that a lot for the water?” We continued walking as he reflected, “Martin, almost every day, you have to strive to be the best game in town to get what you want. But sometimes in life, a certain kind of opportunity will arise. The opportunity to be the only game in town. Then the rules are yours.” “Like what kind of rules, father?” I didn’t do well with sports, despite the agility I had acquired catching and brutalizing small animals in my spare time. We stopped in our tracks, and he kneeled down in front of me on the brick work. He gazed into my eyes, “Martin, when the rules are yours, they’re yours. So, it really depends on what you want to be in this life. There are people who are boring, and then there are people who have the brilliant audacity to come as close as they can to fucking someone in the ass without having to go to prison. The choice is yours, son.” He stood up again and tousled my hair. We continued silently on our way, as I listened to the bustle of the crowd. We found mother, sipped on our water, and eventually got on the coaster. The day passed in a blur. I remember being tired, sunburned, and content in the back of our station wagon on the way home. As we pulled out of the parking lot at dusk, I looked out of the window as the silhouette of the park on the horizon that receded into the distance. I wondered, what if the only game in town wasn’t just the whole town, but the whole world? The thought stuck with me. Aside from that, the most I can remember from that day is knowing I wanted to be more than boring. I wanted to have that ass-fucking audacity that father spoke so vigorously of.   

In my adult years, I’ve come to realize: AIDS is like the King’s Dominion of diseases, if King’s Dominion was smart enough to locate its park on a remote desert island where no one could feasibly leave short of dying. Off of this brilliant realization, I make money hand over fist. If you don’t think I deserve it, tell that to the genius who invented “mark-ups” and “business” in the first place. The only rule of capitalism is don’t accrue a big enough list of crimes that you can’t pay off.  If I’m being entirely honest though, it isn’t just about the money, or the warm fuzzy feeling of forcing hundreds of thousands of strangers between financial or literal death. It’s about love. Satan stopped calling me back after the $6.5 million dollar law suit for previous drug price gouging, so I’m hoping a big romantic gesture like this one will be just the thing to impress him. I suppose what I’m getting at is, don’t judge me until you know where I’m coming from.

Martin Shkreli