Fifteen world problems solved by the wonderfully simplistic thinking of Donald Trump

PRESIDENT Trump has settled the Gaza problem forever by ruling the Palestinians should leave so Israel can build a beach resort. He could easily fix these: 

North Korea-South Korea

Stop holding back and have a war. Winner takes all.

Brexit

Brexit again, but properly this time.

Taiwan

Stop acting like you’re not Chinese. Have you even seen yourselves?

Ukraine

Agree to disagree.

Global warming

When it gets too hot change it back, using a big dial like a thermostat down at the centre of the earth.

Climate change

Identify future tropical zones and begin immediate construction of seven-star hotels. Make them hurricane-proof.

Canada 

Stop pretending to be a country.

Antarctica

Stop hiding oil.

Loss of biodiversity

Bigger zoos.

Overpopulation

Post-birth abortions, but this time used for good.

Middle East

Explain to them they’re all the same so they should get along.

China

Tell them if they want the world they’re going to have to buy it.

Opioid crisis

Build new factories. Pay workers in fentanyl. Guarantees loyalty and hard work while saving cash.

Europe

Allow to decay to nothing. Will make fantastic ruins.

Elections

A privilege, not a right, to be granted by leaders only when they feel their people deserve them. To be withdrawn if they get it wrong.

Six low-level bosses who wield their tiny amount of authority over you like fascist dictators

POWERLESS in their real lives, these wankers find their satisfaction in running a workplace like a Panzer Division. Which ones have bollocked you? 

The Technically Senior Colleague 

The rest of the office gives little or no regard to job titles. This person reminds you of his seniority at least three times a day. Opening an email with ‘Hi’ instead of ‘Dear’ will get you written up for disrespect. Any personal questions will be met with stony, suspicious silence. There is a groupchat dedicated to ripping the shit out of him, moderated by his boss.

The Bar Manager For Whom It Is Her Life

As desperately sad as it is that she clearly has no life whatsoever outside of her job and has shift rotas on the ceiling above her cold, empty bed, you still hate her and dream of unleashing a tirade of choice abuse. But she controls whether you get paid, so you never, ever will which she knows full well. It’s what keeps her warm at night.

The Waiter Who’s Worked There for 30 Years 

Still operating on food hygiene practices outlawed in 1989, this man will insist that you are and have been doing everything wrong since the day you started. Attempts to rectify this will be countered by a long-suffering sigh. Treats a failure to present a diner with the correct cutlery as everything wrong with society today.

The Boss’s Daughter 

Everyone knows why she’s in the job. She’s not senior. But nonetheless, when your boss is away, the mantle of hereditary authority falls on her shoulders and despite being younger than you and texting, vaping and drinking on the job, she must be treated with the utmost respect or she’ll tell her dad.

The Head Chef 

Not named after his rank but the size of his f**king ego. That stupid, f**k-off massive hat? All head underneath, and the only hat he can get to fit. All those lovely celebrity chefs on TV belie the dark underbelly of spud peeling. Nigella would never give you a six-minute bollocking for allowing a sticky toffee pudding to cool for an unacceptable 38 seconds.

The School’s Senior Leadership Team 

Not technically bosses, but a pack of bastards who get an honorary mention for beginning the toxic relationship between you and authority. Presumably hired after being laid off as prison warders, their obsession with alphabetical order, trouser length and walkie talkies would have been more suited to a WWII field marshal than a jumped-up lunch monitor.