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The T-Rump Dig begins a new chapter with the T-Rump out of office. Henceforth, our podcast will consist of come-what-may musical merriment as the Grand Old Party wagon careens toward some cliff. Any cliff. Do follow to hear the latest.
First out of the gate … Suffering a GOP schism even Moscow Mitch can’t fix, Kevin McCarthy makes that palm tree pilgrimage few would dare.
With the Tyrumposaurus scurrying off to Mar-a-Guano with his tail between his legs and the Joebiden assuming power over the Milkanhoney Preservation, so ends the four-year fire alarm dino historians knew as the Trumpassic Period.
Belisle’s four-volume set regurgitates the entire 1,400-day Oval Dwelling debacle. He brings it home with twice-weekly cathartic tales from the initial migration ban right through the insurrection and (gasp) second impeachment. It’s all finally behind us. The Trumpassic Period — Years #1 thru 4 relive the malarkey and mayhem an apoplectic Dino Nation consumed daily as their Milkanhoney Preservation teetered on the brink.
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The decline of the Roman Empire had its moments. But none like these.
That’s right. The Trumpassic Period — Year Four: Trial by Combat puts a cap on all things politically unconscionable.
From Day 1096 to Day 1464, Belisle brings home the beefs and bones about the Tyrumposaurus that kept Dino Nation one step and a nose dive from the crazy weed patch and psychotherapy.
The Coronavirus ravages the Milkanhoney Preservation but the T-Rump continues his super spreader rallies. The Kushneratops lays claim to the community stockpile while the Randpaul is fine with spittin’ in the pool.
Year Four: Trial by Combat is 100+ more dino tales — two per week — that capture the T-Rump’s fourth year in power for all the terrible after taste it left. There are more unsavory reptiles than you can shake a Caviaraptor leg at, all willing to holler “Election fraud!” from the highest mountain to stay in the good graces of the tyrannical T-Rump.
This 394-page chronology of T-Rump’s final days in the Oval Dwelling ring and sing with the doom and gloom infamy that 30,000 lies and a second impeachment will bring one diabolical dino. For the my-life-passed-before-my-eyes reader in you.
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We did it! We survived. This is the final T-Rump Dig podcast as the Joebiden has at long last emerged victorious and assumed power. The last two T-Rump Traxx are: Day 1460 — “Everyday Feeble” … The Mikelindell visits the T-Rump with not-so-sage advice … and Day 1464 — “Biden Sees” … The T-Rump and his clan exit stage right from the Oval Dwelling, bringing a new dawn for Dino Nation. … Dino tail wags to Sly & The Family Stone and the Foo Fighters. (Think Inauguration Day.) Enjoy! … And for all those who’ve followed this incredible journey since I began the T-Rump Dig on Day 163, thank you for your support. I trust the catharsis took.
They squatted like so many bumps on a log. Big but suddenly unimportant bumps. It was moving out day at the Oval Dwelling and the Tyrumposaurus, his offspring and their forlorn family broods waited patiently in an open clearing in the jungle. The Sore Loser Send-Off would not be complete until the non-family dinos arrived. They’d planned for six thousand but would settle for six. The family group stared straight ahead in silence. There was no idle chatter or small talk because there was no investment return. As well, the T-Rumps did not have the social acumen to care what the person beside them was thinking. Even if they were family.
Five minutes passed. A dino finally came huffing and puffing down the path. It was the Markmeadows.
“You’re late,” barked the T-Rump in perhaps his final tyrannical tirade.
“Sorry, I slept in.”
“Where are others? You were supposed to bring five dinos with you. I said bring five.” He turned to his family. “Didn’t I say bring five?”
The line of squatting dinos all nodded as one.
“I — I, well, as much as I hate to admit it, none of my friends wanted to come. They’re all at the Joe–”
“Stop. Don’t say it.”
The T-Rump’s children could feel the seething rage bubbling beneath the surface in their father at this colossal snub. It was too much for the T-Rump Jr. Tears sprang from his eyes.
“Dad, you were great, dad. I’m so, so sorry it had to end this way.”
“It didn’t end, damn you. It was all the Mincepencenow’s fault. One more lie. I just needed one more lie. I didn’t lose. Don’t worry. I’ll be back in some form.”
Eric wiped a tear from his eye.
“What’s that mean, dad? Some form? Are you cutting me loose, is that it? Don’t cut me loose, dad. I’ll be good.”
Behind the cover of their cheesy grins, the Kushneratops spoke with his wife in a hushed, terse tone.
“Why did I let you talk me into moving into a cave in the Neverglades just down the path from your father?”
“Because daddy needs me. Us, he needs us.”
“I don’t know how to say this nicely, but we need a little distance … no, we need a lotta distance between your father and us.”
“How can you say that? He has 74 million dinos ready to march lockstep with him.”
“Lockstep? He can’t even step on a Trollertweety. His days as a leader are done.”
The Markmeadows raised a short arm.
“Oh, T-Rump. I just wanted to relay a couple of messages before you all begin the, heh-heh … long trek south. The Kevinmccarthy, he said that you still have the ability to lead the Grandoldparty.”
“He did?”
“And the Marjorietaylorgreene. She’s trying to get the Joebiden impeached.”
“Already?”
The T-Rump cocked his head as he mulled over the possibilities. He took in his entourage.
“What do you say, kids? Should we stay?”
Before they could answer however, a sound came whistling through the jungle on wing and a prayer. It was Inauguration Day and there was a new sensation sweeping Dino Nation. It was proud, pure and fighting to be heard. Few fighters had fought so hard.
We — we can all now find our way
Feel the load now fall away
To build back our home
Our — our rights were declining
Mighty words once black and white
Peaceful protests gone
Joebiden sees four years where we have been
Joebiden sees we need to see his grin
Joebiden sees the who what where and when
Joebiden sees where we need to begin
We — we saw the uprising
We all wondered why
The truth belonged to the right
But we — we’re so deeply divided
Grey matter no longer grey
How did we lose our mind?
Joebiden sees who took it on the chin
Joebiden sees two teams and both can win
Joebiden sees we need to love again
Joebiden sees we need to see within
Joebiden sees four years where we have been
Joebiden sees we need to see his grin
Joebiden sees the who what where and when
Joebiden sees where we need to begin
Joebiden sees who took it on the chin
Joebiden sees two teams and both can win
Joebiden sees we need to love again
Joebiden sees we need to see within
Joebiden sees its time to stop the spin
Joebiden sees we need our next of kin
Joebiden sees us through the thick and thin
Joebiden sees us in these times we’re in
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The Mikelindell, a dino entrepreneur with a one-of-kind rock pillow that guaranteed sleep if you fell from at least ten feet, shook his head emphatically at the T-Rump.
“No, the Joebiden most certainly didn’t win the election.”
“I love your enthusiasm, Mike,” said the T-Rump, “but how do you know?”
“Because I’ve seen it.”
“Oh, really? Where?”
“Well, let’s see. I was tired. Then a short while later I saw sheep. A lot of sheep. Prancing. One hundred to be exact. Prancing sheep. And they were jumping over something. I was counting them as they did. Then came the letter “z.” Lots of those too. A long, long string of them.”
“Uh, Mike? It sounds like you were sleeping? And dreaming. That too.”
“Oh, I get that a lot. But listen, while I’ve got you, I’ve got a list of ideas that can keep you in the Oval Dwelling. First, I have evidence of voter fraud in the Georgia Orchard, Pennsylvaneus, Michigonia and Dairyland.”
“Great. You’re a little late. But let’s see it.”
“Oh, I don’t have it with me.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s word of mouth. From a friend of a friend of a friend, all three being in the solitary sinkhole and looking for a discount on your pardon deal at two million a pop.”
“Not gonna happen. Look at me. I’m getting killed here. My revenue streams are drying up before my eyes. Art of the deal is how I steal, I mean feel. Two million is the flat rate.”
“Well, I was hoping that maybe, just maybe, we could negotiate one for, um … me. Just in case, you know, stuff comes up.”
“Like your five minutes. It’s almost up.”
“Okay, sure. So, you’re the law and order guy now. You put in martial law. Right away. Bingo-bango. Before they can blink. You suffocate them with martial law. Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate. Ya gotta suffocate ‘em with it. Y’know? Suffocate.”
“You’re scaring me, Mike.”
“Would you like a rock pillow?”
“No.”
The T-Rump buried his head in his lap.
“Oh, woe, woe, woe is me. How come everyone isn’t calling me asking me how I’m doing and saying great things about me to cheer me up? Don’t they know how this is tearing me apart? Cheer me up, dammit! I had to tell my family to look in on me every hour. My own family! Make them think something bad might happen — just so I could get more attention.”
“Uh, you sure you don’t want a pillow?”
“No! You’d have to pay me to sleep on that thing.”
“It’s the lumps isn’t it?”
The Mikelindell knew he was at the four-minute mark but he might be thrown out with a minute left, so he nodded to the T-Rump and headed for the exit.
The T-Rump sighed. Seventy-two hours. Normally he didn’t even think one day ahead … unless it was a flog day with a Pornodactyl. But he knew in three days, the biggest grift ever perpetrated on Dino Nation would soon be over. He could feel the dino authorities circling. He was like a cornered Ratfinkasaurus, painful as that was to admit. He hated looking weak. His mood was pure melancholy because he’d never admit to the actual cause. But he was alone so he could sing about it. Because he always loved the sound of his voice.
I’m always right cuz I’m never wrong
Why aren’t they all singin’ my song?
Jon Tester, Chuck Schumer, Jake Tapper and kin
I blame them all for the soup I’m in
I am everyday feeble
That rigged election
The one that I really won
There’s a fraud says everyone
Then those votes should be undone
For he who stokes
The widespread hoax
Gotta keep goin’ on
With Rudy’s Punch an’ Judy
The last straw
That’s holding us together
I am their leader, I’m the best they knew
If I can’t tweet, how do theirs get through?
They love me, they need me, until I say when
Somebody else caused this mess I’m in
I am everyday feeble
They need free and fair
They want law and order there
Cuz that was my election
But not my insurrection
For he who stokes
The widespread hoax
Gotta keep goin’ on
With Rudy’s Punch an’ Judy
The last straw
That’s holding us together
They still want me to run
Though some say I’m one and done
This self-pity is no fun
There’s no money, send me some
For he who stokes
The widespread hoax
Gotta keep goin’ on
With Rudy’s Punch an’ Judy
The last straw
I am everyday feeble
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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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This week’s T-Rump Traxx include: Day 1453 — “Got Me Under Pressure” … The Mincepencenow feels the heat as only the T-Rump can bring it. … and Day 1457 — “Too Wicked and Impeached Twice” … The T-Rump takes those few short steps — in his case — to wit’s end. … Big dino tail wags to ZZ Top and Eddie Money. Enjoy!
“Alright then,” the Tyrumposaurus said to his family and final hangers-on gathered around him in the Oval Dwelling. His tone had that long familiar ring of the devil dino just before he fleeced your soul.
“Which one of you is going to hand over your flock of Trollertweeties so I can get the word out with my base, I mean, our base.”
Crickets.
“Need I remind you that I’m doing this for Dino Nation.”
More crickets. Except it was actually quieter because the crickets had, incredibly, pulled out their wings when they realized who they were chirping for. A wingless cricket enters early retirement of course and that’s nothing to shake a, uh … wing at because after all, they only live 90 days.
“Don Jr., what about you? I know I can count on you.”
“But I need my Trollertweeties, dad. Um, to say great things about you. Am I right? But not too great. Because I don’t want to wind … up … like … you. Kimberly? My low bar sweetie?”
“I don’t want her Trollertweety. She’s not family.”
Awkward. But awkward crashed and burned one hundred times a day around the T-Rump.
“Eric?”
“Gee, dad. I just had another dino follow me the other day. That makes five. Why don’t you ask the Tyvanka?”
“Because she needs her Trollertweeties more than all of you put together. Times ten.”
He turned to the Tymelania. The look she gave him told him that asking her would release all his wife’s colorful Christmas-decoration aggression on him in a spectacular Be Best moment. No, he’d do well to skip her. The Tyvankanatrix smiled sweetly at him.
“Sorry about your impeachment, daddy.”
“Impeached? I wasn’t impeached. And I wasn’t impeached the last time either. I was acquitted. They all quit.”
“Sorry, my bad.”
She smiled her condescending smile at the group. Their shoulders all slumped another inch. She was of course the only family dino who could mention the T-Rump’s record-breaking second impeachment without getting her head chewed off.
“Un, T-Rump?” It was the Markmeadows.
“What is it, Mark?”
“Well, with the moolah-moolah leaves no longer coming in, it’s that time of the month and … uh …”
“Spit it out.”
“Rudy wants his money.”
“Tell me. Did he get the Georgia Orchard, Pennsylvaneus, Michigonia and Dairyland to overturn their elections?”
“No, I’m afraid he didn’t.”
“Then he’s not getting paid. That’s the deal. Not one moolah-moolah leaf. He knew that was the deal.”
“Uh,” stammered the Markmeadows. “I didn’t even know that was part of the deal.”
“He knows who I am, what I am. Thirty-five hundred, or is it four thousand lawsuits now? Tell him, back of the line, bud.”
“Yes, T-Rump.”
The Markmeadows turned to leave.
“Oh, Mark, before you go.”
“Yes?”
“The Moscowmitch.”
Uh-oh. The dinos in the Oval Dwelling cringed as one.
“The Moscowmitch said he hates me. I don’t know why but … you know what to do.”
“I, uh … don’t follow.”
The T-Rump frowned. He tapped his claw on a flat rock.
“Plausible deniability. Don’t need to know.” He said it in a sing-song fashion.
“Of course.”
The Markmeadows hurried out of the cave. He had no idea what he was going to do. He could only hope, as with most other outlandish T-Rump requests, that his boss would forget all about it in 15 minutes.
The T-Rump turned to his family.
“Moscowmitch hates me. He hates me? What for? Does he think I’m wicked? C’mon. For all that I’ve done for him? For Dino Nation? No, not buying it. He’s the one that’s wicked. That’s who. He’s the wicked one.”
And the T-Rump burst into song.
What a surprise when Pence did not come through
Those were three wild Wednesdays but what can they do?
I did nothin’ wrong, did nothin’ wrong
But they’re sayin’ it strong, sayin’ it strong
I’m gonna rob them blind and then I’ll reappear
I am too wicked says the docket, believe me, my fans hold me dear
I did nothin’ wrong, did nothin’ wrong
But they’re sayin’ it strong, sayin’ it strong
That I’m too wicked and impeached twice
Won’t you back my flag, they said last night
That I’m too wicked and impeached twice
That I’m too wicked and impeached twice
I’m gonna rob them blind and then I’ll reappear
I am too wicked says the docket, believe me, my fans hold me dear
I did nothin’ wrong, did nothin’ wrong
But they’re sayin’ it strong, sayin’ it strong
That I’m too wicked and impeached twice
Won’t you back my flag, they said last night
That I’m too wicked and impeached twice
Won’t you back my flag, they said last night
That I’m too wicked and impeached twice
Won’t you back my flag, let’s make it right
I’m not too wicked and impeached twice
I’m not too wicked and impeached twice
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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!
“Who do they think they are? I’m asking you, just who the hell do they think they are?!”
“I don’t know, mother.”
The Mincepencenow lowered his gaze to the ground. He hated it when his wife got mad. She was upset at the recent T-Rump Insurrection and angry that two of the Grandoldparty dinos in the T-Rump’s dino cabinet — the Elainchao and the Betsydevos had gone running for the hills. That is, promptly resigned from their positions.
“I suppose I could do something,” he ventured.
“I don’t want you doing anything. Just keep pretending the T-Rump has you under his thumb.”
“I wasn’t pretending.”
She gave him the look. That look. The one that said she was still running the show and that if he exercised one more thought outside Operation Oval Dwelling, she’d swat him one upside the head but good.
“We’ll let the Donkeykongrus deal with him,” she said in a huff. “The Moscowmitch is hopeless now that he’s lost control of the Sin Hut. I heard he was wandering down a lonely path yesterday mumbling to himself, ‘I have no power. My power. Gone. Just like that. What am I going to do? That damn, T-Rump. I knew this was going to happen. Hmm. I know. The question is … how am I going to get that angry mob to go after him?”
“He said all that?”
“Okay, so I added the last part.”
The Mincepencenow shook his head with a frown.
“You want the Nancypelosi to deal with the T-Rump. But she’s going to give me an ultimatum in the morning that if I don’t say T-Rump is cracked-walnut bonkers then the Donkeykongrus is going to go ahead with impeachment.”
“You know ultimatums never ever work in a relationship, dear.”
“But this is Dino Nation hanging in the balance.”
“Relax, the less you say the better. Of course, we don’t want it to get out that you and the T-Rump haven’t spoken for several days.”
“But they know, mother. They know.”
“Perhaps. But trust me, it’s w-a-a-a-a-y down the Mediacircustop priority list since the T-Rump’s attempted coup.”
“That was a terrible day. I still can’t believe it … after all I’ve done for him.”
Mother nodded her agreement.
“That was a lot of groveling. The most. In the history of groveling.”
She could see she’d wounded his pride. Such was the power she could summon with a smirk or a smile. She would need to build him back up again.
“You’re stressed, dear. Come to bed. After you massage my ankles and crack my toes, you can sing me one of your songs from the old days when you used to chase me around the jungle and I’d let you catch me.
“You let me? I mean, of course you did. I don’t know if I can remember those exactly … but I do have another one that comes to mind.”
He likes bein’ a dick, he likes bein’ mean
And he won’t let me say Joe Biden unless it’s that he has gangrene
He’s got me under pressure
He’s got me under pressure
He likes the media scrum, he likes to clog the fog
He wants me to change the outcome, he likes it that I’m his lapdog
He don’t like Biden winning, he likes to fan the flames
He likes free rein and sendin’ out those birdbrains
He’s about all I can handle, he’s driving me insane
It’s got me under pressure
It’s got me under pressure
I’m gonna give him a message
Here’s what I’m gonna say
“I’m not Rover.”
They thought they would be so slick
And some wanted me dead
The attack just makes me sick
It’s got me under pressure
It’s got me under pressure
It’s got me under pressure
It’s got me under pressure
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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!
David Belisle