Like a cow, humor must be milked daily.
“Stochastic terror?! What the hell is that?”
The Tyrumposaurus looked incredulously at his acting chief of staff, the Mickmulvaney, who was becoming quite used to explaining big words to the T-Rump.
“Yes, well, they are not good words. Stochastic terror means …
Day 921–Madam Speaker … and … Day 925–40 Acres and Mule
The 20 Donkeykongrus dinos slogged along, continuing their Trudge-About, a Trumpassic Period version of the walk-about. It was a soul-searching trek these dinos took religiously every month. The November battle was still 15 months away …
The Simonandgarfunkel minstrel dino tells us that heaven holds a place for those who pray. Especially those in search of the Big Story.
The Manuraju, a young, earnest Mediacircustops, leaned against a rock pillar and yawned. It was late in the day in the Kongrus Kave.
Day 914 — The Great Conflate … and … Day 918 — While Dinos Slept …
Today was the big day. The bold, unabashed words from a mountain-top manifesto. The Muellersavus was finally going to speak before the Kongrus Kave and bring to life his 448 footprints in the sand report. …
