World-dominating American movie industry about how great America is not American enough

THE US movie industry, which churns out endless films about America and American values being the greatest, is to be killed for not being American enough. 

President Trump has announced the global propaganda success story which brings in billions of dollars by convincing international audiences the USA is an eternal force for good is to be closed down with tariffs.

Hollywood producer Thom Booker said: “Our movies have foreigners as baddies, America as the best, and Americans triumphing because they’re intrinsically superior. Apparently I could have done more?

“Yes, we don’t always film in California, because audiences have moved past the Lone Ranger popping up behind scrubby hills in Orange County because it’s a short drive away.

“But come on. Top Gun: Maverick? Barbie? Avengers: Endgame, where Captain America’s patriotism gives him the power of a God to save the entire universe? All it was missing was a post-credits scene where Thanos sucks his dick and loves it.

“First Wall Street, now Hollywood. Is there any extension of our power this asshole won’t tear down? Is he going to demand all our dollars be returned to the country? Oh f**k, he is.”

Production of multiple films including America Wins, The President Saves The Hostages, Don’t You Wish You Were American? and Untitled Mark Wahlberg Ass-Kicking Movie has now been suspended, with the gap to be filled by Iranian cinema.

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Single woman enjoying three weeks of friendship with recently dumped pal

A SINGLE woman is feeling blessed to have three whole weeks of companionship with a friend who is between relationships. 

Charlotte Phelps, who has been kept in a friendship holding pattern for Lauren Hewitt for a decade, has suddenly found herself with an intimate so close she requires hourly texts and daily calls, all because of a dumping.

She said: “It’s great to see Lauren again, every night and all weekend, for three solid weeks of pedicures, sleepovers, and swearing off men.

“We’ve really renewed our bond, if you don’t count her never asking any questions about me. It’s like the whole last year never happened and we’re back where we were when her last twat cheated on her.

“I’m the karaoke I Will Survive of female friendships. I’ve learnt by heart the whole ‘you don’t need him, you’re a queen’ speech and can do the whole agreeing-what-a-bastard-he-is-at-3am while sleeping, literally.

“I’ll savour these drunken moments because I can time to the minute when Lauren’s going to meet a new guy and drop all this ‘I don’t need a man to define me, I’ll go to Japan by myself’ bollocks. Next bank holiday, May 26th.

“By June she’ll be no longer returning calls and be back to asking ‘And how are you?’ with a sympathetic 45-degree head tilt when I bump into her and the nondescript bloke she’s clinging to. Thank f**k. This is exhausting.”