The Waiting …

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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You can hear the musical version of today’s post and previous T-Rump Digs at my podcast site at Podbean. Two new T-Rump tracks every Saturday. Enjoy!

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