The Moscowmitch squinted down into Looking Glass Lagoon. He grinned his best wide, yellow tooth grin and flinched at his reflection. He needed to put up a brave front for another day in the good ol’ Impeachment Impasse. Or impass-ay as the Francophonosaurae were calling it.
He gritted his teeth. The Tyrumposaurus wanted to turn the Sin Hut impeachment trial into a kangaroo court. That of course could only give a bad name to kangaroos. The T-Rump wanted his name cleared, which could only be done by presenting several witnesses and too much evidence — a big no-no in Moscowmitch’s mind.
Better to whip this trial through the Sin Hut faster than a T-Rump vanity pang. Get this behind them as soon as possible so it would be nothing more than a burp in the dino court of public opinion. Sure, the T-Rump was being impeached for abuse of power and obstruction of the Kongrus Kave. That didn’t mean he had to actually leave his leadership role. The timid, T-Rump-fearing Grandoldparty dinos in the Sin Hut would line up lock-step with him in their quest for complete dino domination. He’d remind them of that.
The Moscowmitch’s eyes glared back at him for the lagoon. Was that a ripple? A ripple in his confidence? Certainly not. But the ripple gained strength, cascading through his mind. He needed to do more. That court of public opinion may just think the pressure was now on him with the Nancypelosi having held onto the articles of impeachment — those dadblamed footprints in the sand — for two whole weeks. That simply wouldn’t do. He was of venerable Kentucky Gobbler ancestry. When the going got tough, it was time to gobble gobble.
Thirty minutes later the Moscowmitch squatted outside the doorway to the Nancypelosi’s dwelling. He rapped his tail against the wall, announcing his arrival. A moment later the Nancypelosi appeared in the entrance.
“Moscowmitch, to what do I owe this visit?”
“Madame Speaker, I’d like to tell you something.”
Oh, maybe, I must be in heaven right now
Not because I’m older than I seem
Yes, I’m famous for my long good-bye kiss
It feels like Merrick Garland once again
You have no leverage, you can only pretend
Just watch this ol’ trial fall into the abyss
The waiting is the easy part
Every day I say let’s restart
You show them who’s boss, you show them who’s smart,
The waiting is the easy part
Well, yeah, I hold the record now for waitin’ around.
At least til Job’s patience wore down
Your muddling through all this makes me feel good
Just last month you said you need it right now
Maybe your case is weak, you’ve got cold feet somehow
I say no witnesses, like no witnesses now
The waiting is the easy part
Every day I say let’s restart
You show them who’s boss, you show them who’s smart
The waiting is the easy part
Oh, if you find courage, maybe, my mind’s made up for you
No timeline’s fine, lady, my mind’s made up for you
I’ll be your dumb ol’ fart, I’ll be your smilin’ fool
No such thing as too far
My mind’s made up for you
The waiting is the easy part
Every day I say let’s restart
You show them who’s boss, you show them who’s smart
The waiting is the easy part
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David Belisle 