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Take Me to the Sinners …

“Sick and tired! I am sick and tired of being holed up here. Like I was some common criminal.”

The Tyrumposaurus’s nostrils were flaring. And dripping on his big feet.

“Oh, there’s nothing common about you, boss,” said the Dino of Defense Markesper, gathered in the Oval Dwelling with the dino general Markmilley, the Dino Attorney General Williambarr, the T-Rump and his Mediacircustops mouthpiece, the Kayleighmcenany.

The T-Rump turned to the Williambarr.

“Get out there and see if the coast is clear.”

“To where?”

“I don’t know where. Anywhere! I told you I’ve got a bad case of Cave Fever. The biggest, baddest case of Cave Fever …”

“In the history of the world,” the other dinos finished his sentence together.

“Quit finishing my sentences, dammit! You make me sound predictable.”

“But T-Rump,” asked the Williambarr. “Are you going to at least give me some protection? The natives are, um … restless.”

The T-Rump looked the Markmilley up and down. The general had his best fighting sneer on.

“Hmph, you look ready for battle, Milley. What’s your call on this?”

“Well, you see, boss. We don’t normally pit our fighting dinos against our stay-in-the-cave dinos. It’s, uh … not a good look. This has never been done in Dino Nation history.”

“Great. There’s a first time for everything.”

“Uh, T-Rump?” asked the Kayleighmcenany. “What should I tell the Mediacircustops?”

The pregnant pause gave birth to boundless incompetence. The Markesper finally spoke.

“I’m just gonna tell’em I didn’t know where I was going. Uh, because I don’t.”

The Williambarr perked up.

“Can we all say that?”

“You can,” grunted the Markmilley. “But I have battle-ready dinos out there. I can’t have them running around bumping into each other. Some innocent dinos are gonna get hurt.”

He cast a wary eye at the T-Rump, who picked up on the negative vibe immediately.

“You militaristic dinos are kind of close, I hear. Has that Maddogmaddis been whispering in your ear again?”

Silence from the Markmilley confirmed his guilt.

“What did he say?” grilled the T-Rump.

“He called you the ‘I’ word, sir.”

“Idiot? Well, that’s not too bad.”

“No, sir. He called you, ahem … immature.”

“What did you say?”

“Immature, sir!”

The ground trembled beneath the T-Rump’s feet. The other dinos hadn’t seen him this mad in a day-and-a-half. The Kayleighmcenany bit her bottom lip, looking very worried.

“What are you going to do, T-Rump?”

“As you know, I just had my physical. The dino doc noted my high stress levels, the highest stress levels, uh … see my face turning red? To relieve pressure, he suggested that I sing.”

“Sing? Really? When you’re upset like this?”

“Of course. You forget. Power. I’m singing with power. C’mon, march with me. All of you. And hit your tail on the ground like you mean it.”

 

I don’t know what I’m expected to do

Crisis, what crisis? Nothing new.

Break their backs now, stay on their necks

They haven’t seen the worst of it yet

I don’t need you all to tell me

To stay away

Take me to the sinners, don’t forget my daughter

Take me to the sinners, put me on the altar

Washington down! Washington down!

 

I don’t know why they treat me so bad

I’m the best leader that they ever had

They can’t protest, but before I forget

To the bunker, it is time to inspect

I don’t need you all to tell me

To stay away

Take me to the sinners, don’t forget my daughter

Push me thru the sinners, let’s just make this hotter

Washington down! Washington down!

 

Slug them, tease me, shove them, please me

Till they can’t, till they can’t, till they can’t take more of it

Take me to the sinners, don’t forget my daughter

Push me thru the sinners, grab them by the collar

Washington down! Washington down!

 

I don’t know religion from two plus two

Small sacrifice, here’s what we’ll do

Across the park there, we will crawl

Then I will simply stand in front of it all

I don’t need you all to tell me

To stay away

Take me to the sinners and don’t forget my daughter

Push me thru the sinners, hit them good and proper

Washington down! Washington down!

 

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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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Lie of the Shyster …

An anxious Tyrumposaurus took a quick peek outside before ducking his head back inside the Oval Dwelling. No dangerous dinos. Yet. He was on strict cave-based security status since the protest outside had gone from peaceful to disobey-the-curfew to rabble-rouser hour. His security dinos had considered digging him a hole to hide in but his fear of germs quickly ruled that out. He’d promptly fired the Dino who came up with that brilliant idea.

He took another peek.

“Anybody out there?  I know you’re out there. If you can hear me, Go away! And take your fake news, enemy-of-the-dinos Mediacircustops with you.”

He took refuge back inside the cave. Dammit. I haven’t slept a wink in five nights, I’m so paranoid. They’re all out to get me. This is all about them trying to take me down.

“Ahem.”

It was the Mincepencenow.

“Actually, there are 25 other dino regions where peaceful protests have all gone sideways as well.”

“Your point? They all still hate me with a passion. They’re all Antifasaurae, every last one of them. Domestic terrorists, they are. I’m surrounded by domestic terrorists!”

He took another peek. He thought he heard something rustling.

“Release the hounds!”

“Uh, T-Rump, we don’t have any hounds. You got rid of them because it was an Obamarus thing, remember?”

“Sure, sure. I knew that. Geez, how long is this going to go on? It’s really starting to affect my flogging back swing.”

“Don’t you worry, oh Great One, I will be here every step of the way. You can count on me.”

The T-Rump’s scaly face wrinkled.

“Now that you mention it, you haven’t left my side now for what, five days? What’s up with that?”

“You know I’m here for you, T-Rump. I just want to be close, really close. Right. Here. You know, in case something, uh … happens.”

The T-Rump pointed outside the cave.

“That’s it. Out! I don’t need any dino in here trying to upstage me.”

“But, T-Rump. It’s the order of succession.”

“Great. Another order I have to rinse.”

“You mean rescind.”

“Easy there. Do you know how many dinos I’ve fired for correcting me?”

“437.”

“Don’t be 439.”

“Don’t you mean …”

“You’re forgetting mother.”

“Good gawd, please don’t tell her.”

The Mincepencenow glanced nervously outside the Oval Dwelling.

“But what if they attack me?”

“Oh, don’t you start. They want to throw me out a heckuva lot more than they want you. Let’s be clear. I’m the victim here. Now run along home to mother. Go. Shoo.”

The Mincepencnow meekly yet stealthily exited the Oval Dwelling. The T-Rump turned around just in case his number two dino should turn around with eyes begging for mercy. He had no mercy for begging eyes. None whatsoever. The T-Rump remained stock-still for an extra fifteen seconds to make sure the Mincepencenow was gone. He turned to face the entrance.

A sharp, smart, bright-eyed dino stood facing him.

“A-a-a-c-c-k-k! … Who are you?”

“I’m a survivor. The survivor.”

“Oh, really? Don’t push that Bohemian psycho-babble crap on me.”

“No, seriously. That’s what my friends call me.”

“You can’t fool me. You’re the extreme, radical, liberal, farthest-of-the-far left.”

“Does it show?”

The survivor smiled, baring his gleaming teeth. The T-Rump cringed. Was that false pain in his bone spurs?

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite you. I’m a peaceful, law-abiding dino.”

“How do I know that?”

“Well, I could sing to you.”

“I don’t have time for that. Don’t you know I have the attention span of a single cell amoeba?”

“No brain, eh?”

“I think I proved my point.”

“Do you remember what I just said?”

“Uh, no.”

“I mentioned a song?”

“Is it another stupid protest song?”

“Aren’t they all? And here you are, a captive audience.”

“I’m not captive. I’m just … hanging around. What makes your song different?”

“It’s about the very spirit of your actions these past few weeks in the Oval Dwelling.”

The T-Rump yawned.

“And it has a scary opening.”

“Hah. I don’t believe you.”  

The song began with a jolting bolt of a beat.

“A-a-a-c-c-k-k!”

 

Hiding out, only to tweet

About attack dog advances

No empathy, other leaders would meet

These dark times with the words to survive

His allies say, he’s not up to the task

He tries to fashion a story

He’s lost his grip, wants these riots to last

He will fight just to keep them alive

It’s the lie of the shyster, it’s the chill of his might

Stirring a cult-like religious revival

As a proclaimed protector chokes his prey in daylight

And he’s catchin’ us all with the lie of the shyster

Doubling down, projection complete

Not too tough, never manly

Pelosi says I kind of ignore his tweets

They’re just division he wants to drive

It’s the lie of the shyster, it’s the chill of his might

Stirring a cult-like religious revival

As a proclaimed protector chokes his prey in daylight

And he’s catchin’ us all with the lie of the shyster

Virus here, no mask to stop

Has no guts, just wants glory

All distraction, his whine goes to the top

A disgrace he became forty-five

It’s the lie of the shyster, it’s the chill of his might

Stirring a cult-like religious revival

As a proclaimed protector chokes his prey in daylight

And he’s catchin’ us all with the lie of the shyster

The lie of the shyster

The lie of the shyster

The lie of the shyster

The lie of the shyster

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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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The T-Rump Dig Podcast … Days 1222 & 1226

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This week’s T-Rump Twofer features: Day 1222 — “Phony Staff” … Where have all the dinos gone? … and Day 1226 — “The Sound of Silence” … Has the T-Rumposaurus’ beloved Trollertweety twittered his last tweet? … Big dino tail wags to Def Leppard and Simon & Garfunkel. Enjoy!

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The Sound of Silence …

“And tell them when the looting starts, the shooting starts.”

“Excuse me?”

The Trollertweety looked at the Tyrumposaurus like he had three heads.

“You heard me, I want you to tell those thug dinosaurs in Minnee-Haha-Hoho-Heehee that if they loot any caves, the dino authorities can shoot off their mouths and whack’em with their tails. Beat the crap out of ‘em. And haul off any of those damn Mediacircustops that get in the way.”

“Uh, no can do.”

It was the T-Rump’s turn to look shocked.

“And why not?”

“I have a new rule. I need to add a disclaimer.”

“Now why would I want a nondisclosure agreement with my own Trollertweety?”

“Actually, that wouldn’t be a bad idea because then I’d just keep my mouth shut. But I said disclaimer. As in I will be telling your audience they should fact check first before believing you.”

“Fact check? Since when?”

“Since I felt my back and found my freaking spine.”

“Very funny. There will be no fact checking, you hear me?”

“Then I’m afraid we’re done here.”

The Trollertweety ruffled his feathers and turned away.

“Wait. You can’t leave. I — I … I will do away with you.”

“Isn’t that basically the same thing? But really now, you’re gonna kill little ol’ me?” 

“If I can’t have you, no one can.”

“That sounds so romantic, T-Rump, but I know you only love yourself. Without me, you’re nothin’, bub.”

“Dammit. You got me there. But how am I going to slander the Joebiden, hurl insults at that radical left mayor, the Jacobfrey, and run my demeaning, divisive bent through Dino Nation?”

The Trollertweety paused in thought, tapping his beak with his wing.

“Hmm. I suppose you could draft the longest executive order in history to whine about what the Adamschiff gets away with, drone on how censorship inhibits free speech and completely ignore the very issue that fact-checking is there to salvage the truth.”

“Great idea. I’m on it.”

The T-Rump bolted from their meeting.

The Trollertweety could only shake his head. How come the T-Rump never moves that fast in making decisions that could save lives in this pandemic? The Trollertweety waddled over to the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir where he squatted at the swamp’s edge and took several peckish slurps. He stared at his reflection, wondering what the T-Rump’s latest actions would mean for Dino Nation. A pair of trumpeter swans, the Paulsimon and the Artgarfunkel, glided past him, their rippling wake and rhythm trailing behind them.

 

Common sense, is this the end?

T-Rump is at it once again

Though most awake, some are still sleeping

Upon our rights he is creeping

And his mission for complete control insane

Still remains

It is our sound of silence

For those who want to pick a bone

Beware his latest wall of stone 

Upon our freedoms he will tramp

To ease the pain of a new brain cramp

He plans to crush us with his puny, bone-spur might

When tweets take flight

To bring the sound of silence

And he says we should shake with awe

As he simply rewrites the law

He is talking without speaking

He is hearing without listening

100 thousand dead and he doesn’t dare

Show he cared.

Their deaths the sound of silence

He’s a fool who wants his show

His cult, knuckles dragged in tow

Their minds know not what they do

His lies the virus, running thru and thru 

Projecting forth their own inner hell 

Angry stares, beware, their silence 

So we’re the nation that got played

By a demagogue prepaid

It is time to sound the warning

Lest spend four more years in mourning

Are we sick and tired of the profits

He has made upon us all

And with the gall

November. No more sound of silence.

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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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The T-Rump Dig Podcast … Days 1215 & 1219

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More classic dino rock traxx this week, featuring: Day 1215 — Friday Night’s Alright for Firing … There isn’t a dino in the T-Rump’s camp who doesn’t fear the end of the week … and Day 1219 — Kool-Aid … The official drink of T-Rump followers during a pandemic. … Dino tail wags to Elton John and Alice Cooper for implicit inspiration. Enjoy. Sing along!

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Kool-Aid …

The Jeremydiamond trained his eye on the Tyrumposaurus at the flat rock lectern. The young Mediacircustops had long stopped listening to the T-Rump blathering on with his empty excuses, lexicon of lies and bumbling baffle-gab. It all blended into blatant promotion for the upcoming November battle. No, the Jeremydiamond was there to ask hard-hitting questions to allow Dino Nation to see their leader for who he really was beneath the bombastic buffoonery that was his anemic, long-running national response to the Coronavirus pandemic.

“Questions?”

The Jeremydiamond’s arm shot up.

“T-Rump, the Nancypelosi expressed concern about your lapping up Hydroxychloroquine from the unsafe, sketchy end of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir. She said she was concerned about your health, especially your morbid obesity.”

“She’s incompetent. Grossly incompetent. You go tell her that.”

“T-Rump, she’s already said she refuses to argue with you because it’s like, let me get her exact words here … like having a tinkle contest with a skunk.”

“She’s the skunk. I said it first. She’s the skunk.”

“No, I’m afraid she said it first. But moving along, T-Rump. You’re going to Michigonia. You say they named you their Dino of the Year. I’ve checked with all the authorities. They did no such thing. You’re lying, T-Rump. Again. You are not Dino of the Year. Anywhere.”

“Yes, I am. Because I say I am.”

“That must mean we indeed are finally there, T-Rump.”

“Oh? Where?”

“I’m quoting the Rachelmaddow, she called this a lower circle of hell. You should know the majority of Dino Nation watch her, T-Rump. With regards to your latest move — reopening the Milkanhoney Preservation reopen while many dinos are still keeling over dead, she asked, ‘what fresh hell is this?’ Any comments on her calling this world you’ve created … hell? Twice, T-Rump. Hell.”

“She’s hell.”

“You’re projecting again, T-Rump.”

“No, I’m, uh … I’m … promoting. Yes, that’s it. My miracle cure. Listen up. Many many doc-sis … doctors …. many doctors came out and they said, uh … it’s great now. Uh, you have to go to a doctor. I have a doctor in the Oval Dwelling. I said, what do you think? And it’s just a line of defense. I’m just talking about as a line of defense. I’m dealing with a lot of dinos. Look at all the dinos here.”

“But I think it’s worth it as a line of defense and I’ll stay on it for a little while longer. I’m just very curious myself, but it seems to be very safe. There was a false study done where they gave it to very sick dinos, extremely sick dinos, dinos that were ready to die. Old dinos staggering around, their tongues hanging out. Gasping for breath. They all had bad breath. The study was given by obviously not friends of the Grandoldparty dinos … and the study came out. The dinos were ready to die. Every dino was OLD. All of them. Tongues hanging out. Did I tell you their tongues were hanging out? That was a phony study and it’s very dangerous to do it. Imagine if I was to squat here and give you one phony line. Just one. The fact is … dinos should want to help dinos. Not to make political points. It’s really sad when they do that. Very sad. What has been determined is, it doesn’t, uh … harm you. Very powerful drug. I guess. But it doesn’t harm you. Not in the slightest. You shouldn’t worry. I mean, just ask the Alicecooper, speaking on my behalf of course.”

 

Well ya got no choice

Listen to my voice

You can now rejoice

This drug’s makin’ noise

Hy-droxy-chloro-quine until ya gag

If that don’t suit ya, that’s a drag

Kool-Aid for summer

Kool-Aid forever

Kool-Aid for diseases

 

No more virus, just my good looks

No more blue state dirty crooks

 

Well I got no class

And I got no principles

And I got no innocence

I don’t even know what per capita means

Kool-Aid for summer

Kool-Aid forever

My Kool-Aid’s for all diseases!

 

No more virus, just my good looks

No more blue state dirty crooks

 

Drink for summer

Drink for fall

Just keep drinkin’, drink it all!

Kool-Aid forever

Kool-Aid for summer

Kool-Aid, no fever 

Kool-Aid, get greedy

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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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Friday Night’s Alright for Firing …

The veteran, stare-em-down dino, the Jaketapper had the Milky Way Sin Hut dino, the Ronjohnson in his sights.

“Sin Hut Dino, what have you got to say about the T-Rump firing the Inspector Dino General of the State Department, the Stevelinick late last night.”

“Well, I spoke with the Oval Dwelling and they told me … but I can’t repeat what they said under the threat of unspeakable torture.”

“He was launching an investigation into the Mike Pompeo, wasn’t he?”

“My slippery lips are sealed.”

“It appears the Mikepompeo was up to more shady dealings with the improper use of a political dino appointee. Pompeo had him walking his Dogasaurus and running errands.”

“He was? Hey, you know more than I do. Why am I even here? I couldn’t sleep a wink last night, wondering how I was going to squirm through all your deep, probing questions.”

“Why thank you.” 

“I’m just another keep-your-head-down-dino until this whole Grandoldparty deal with the devil blows over.”

“Sorry, but you’re in this up to your glazed over eyeballs. You had your chance to impeach the T-Rump, and … you blew it! No, your infamy will be fossilized in dino memories. But back to the latest disaster. There are so many. Do you think we need a little dino legislation to protect these inspector general dinos?”

“I’ll just regurgitate the words of my good friend, the Chuckgrassley. He said, and I quote, “I think we have plenty of laws to protect inspectors general.”

“How can you possibly squat there and say that? Four — count’em — four IG’s have been given the boot in six weeks! Soon you’ll have more fired IG’s than laws to protect them. And you’re okay with this?”

“Let’s not forget, the T-Rump can fire whoever he wants.”

“He’s fired so many dinos that the Mattwhitaker says he’s feelin’ lucky.”

“Jake, let’s not turn this into too big a deal. I’m sure the Obamarus got rid of a couple of IG’s along the way.”

“Well, let’s see. The Patrickmcfarland retired after 25 years. I guess you can excuse an old dino for stepping aside before he dies in office. And the Davidwilliams, he voluntarily resigned. That’s a little different than being fired. Don’t you think?”

Before the Ronjohnson could respond, there was a rustling in the nearby shrubs. The Tyrumposaurus appeared, with that contemptuous smirk planted on his mug. And he was humming. The T-Rump spotted them and approached.

“Is that fake news Jaketapper giving you a hard time, Ron?”

“Why no, T-Rump, I was just telling him how you had every right to dump four inspectors general. In six weeks no less. Impressive. Must be a record.”

“Excuse me, T-Rump,” interrupted the Jaketapper. “Can you tell me why you’re so happy? I mean, with over 90,000 dinos now dead from the Coronavirus?” 

“Oh, it’s nothing. Well, if you must know, I’m just basking in the afterglow.”

“The afterglow of what?”

“My favorite day of the week. Friday.”

“And why exactly is that?”

“I’m so glad you asked.”

 

It’s getting late, time to seal some fates

Yeah, I got some more boys to fear

It’s seven o’clock and I gotta block

Want to make some dummies disappear

Gotta show T-Rumpers I can do what I please

And my old lady she don’t care

Ivanka looks cute and our family roots

Are wheels to grease, only fair

 

Oh, don’t give me none of your observations

I had it with your poison pen

Oh, Friday night’s alright for firing

Get a little fraction in

Get about as boiled as a weasel can

Gonna set this rant alight

Cuz Friday night’s the night I like 

Cuz Friday night’s alright, alright, alright, oh!

 

Well, they stacked the deck, lookin’ for a fight

I have another folly to dim their sight

I will use a little hustle to get what I need

I may raise a little stink and shout let me be!

A couple sounds of which I’ll never tire

Are the sounds of praise and when I say, you’re fired!

I’m a juvenile product of the wealthy class

Whose best time is when I get to can your ass, oh! 

 

Don’t give me none of your observations

I had it with your poison pen

Cuz Friday night’s alright for firing

Get a little fraction in

Get about as boiled as a weasel can

Gonna set this rant alight

‘Cause Friday night’s the night I like 

Cuz Friday night’s alright, alright, alright, oh!

 

Oh, don’t give me none of your observations

I had it with your poison pen

Cuz Friday night’s alright for firing

Get a little fraction in

Get about as boiled as a weasel can

Gonna set this rant alight

Cuz Friday night’s the night I like 

Cuz Friday night’s alright, alright, alright, oh!

 

Friday night, Friday night, Friday night

Friday night, Friday night, Friday night

Friday night, Friday night

Cuz Friday’s news dump night

Friday night, Friday night, Friday night

Friday night, Friday night, Friday night

Friday night, Friday night

Friday night’s news dump night

Friday night, Friday night, Friday night

Friday night, Friday night, Friday night

Friday night, Friday night

Cuz Friday’s news dump night, oh!

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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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The T-Rump Dig Podcast … Days 1208 & 1212

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This week’s two T-Rump Traxx: Day 1208 — “Super Spreader Plan” … The Katiemiller is a dino on a mission! … and Day 1212 — “Time” … The Rickbright speaks out but is any dino listening? … Tail wags to Johnny Rivers and Pink Floyd, circa 1966-1973.

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Time …

With a whack of her tail, the dino meeting came to order.

“Okay! Time for everybody to find a place to squat. Welcome, I’m the Annaeshoo, chairwoman dino of the God, Give Us Energy to Survive T-Rump sub-committee. Our star guest on hand today is the heroic, courageous and all around nice dino, the Rickbright, who was unceremoniously drummed out of BARDA — that is, Bugs And Really Dangerous Aromas. Good day and welcome.” 

A few dinos still milled around.

“Okay, I said find a place to squat. I’m not going to talk with Grandoldparty dinos wandering around. Show some respect, would you? I don’t get up and prance around while you’re speaking. So help me, I will sound the Gong of Shame on you.”

The milling continued. She stepped on the tail of Gong, a small dinosaur with an ominous-sounding yelp.

“B-A-A-A-A-A-R-R-R-O-O-O-O-O-M-M-M-M-M!”

“There, satisfied? You have been officially shamed. Now squat, dammit.”

Still milling.

“B-A-A-A-A-A-R-R-R-O-O-O-O-O-M-M-M-M-M!”

“A typical Grandoldparty dino. Has to be told three times to do anything.”

The dinos ignored her. She could only shake her head.

“B-A-A-A-A-A-R-R-R-O-O-O-O-O-M-M-M-M-M!”

“Shamed again. I’ll keep doing it. Because I’m not going to let you sidetrack my meeting.”

She continued the Gong of  Shame intermittently for effect. On principle.

“Alright, let’s get busy. I’ll recognize myself first because we want to begin this meeting on a happy, non-whiny note. We’re here today because the T-Rump sat on his duff for five weeks, allowing the Coronavirus to ravage Dino Nation. With 85,000 dead dinos, you might say he does not have our best interests at heart. I’d better throw it over to the other side now before I say something I’ll really regret. The, uh, ranking minority dino … the Michaelburgess, your opening statement.”

“Thank you, madam chairwoman dino. And those will be the last nice words I’ll toss your way today because the T-Rump told me to despise you until the end of time.”

“Now why would the T-Rump do that?”

“I don’t ask. I’m scared to death of him.”

“Well, I call the shots here. Your lack of respect has just cost you your remaining four minutes.”

“Hey!”

“Hey, yourself. I will now allow the –”

“Excuse me, madame chairwoman dino.”

It was the Gregwalden of the Oregon Wail-Trail

“I have a bone of contention. The Rickbright brought his legal dino with him and I don’t know her from a hole in the ground and I don’t know what capacity either of them are in here today. Is he private? Public? Are they sleeping together?”

“And you just lost the rest of your time. I think it’s time we went to you, Rickbright. Talk to us. I’m going to enjoy this.”

And the Rickbright rose.

 

Ticking away the fomenting that shakes T-Rump’s day

Twitter and waste the hours in an obscene way

Kicking around a game plan to save your home town

Waiting for someone — anyone — to show you the way

 

Tired of staying in the shadows, quiet, masked to watch the pain

The young and old, weak and strong, two thousand more killed today

And then one day you find the virus always finds you 

No one told us when to run, we missed the starting gun

 

So I run and I run to let them all know what I’m thinking

Racing around, I come up and remind them again

The plan is the same in an organized way for the older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

 

Every day is getting shorter, T-Rump can’t find the time

Plans we have that came to naught because of all his vacant lies

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the humane way

The lives are gone, and more soon over 

Yes, I had so much to say

 

Home

Home again

We have to stay there

That’s the plan

 

When we stay home

Bold, united

The truth to warm our souls

Forget the liar

Who today

Sets them afield

From where they dwell pell-mell 

Calls them to breathe as they please

We fear this mad, unbroken, tragic hell

 

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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!