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Troubled times in the Trumpassic Period. This week’s double-shot features: Day 1446 — “Hawley Holy Hell” … It’s a special twilight zone that the Joshhawley has stumbled upon. … and Day 1450 — “He’s Gotta Get Out of the House” … Dino Nation staggers as Magadinos storm the Kapitol Kavern. Big dino tail wags to Neil Diamond and the Animals.
“I can’t believe it,” said the Chuckschumer. “They’re like – like animals.”
He was peeking out of a side cave to the Kongrus Kave in the Kapitol Kavern where a moment before the Donkeykongrus and Grandoldparty dinos had been counting the electoral votes to confirm that the Joebiden was the new leader of Dino Nation. But instead of a typically boring and mundane, purely ceremonial gesture, the Tyrumposaurus, in his infinite indecency, had decided to incite his rabid following to trudge with him down the main path to the Kapitol Kavern. He exhorted them to cheer for their own kind, make some noise and “show strength.” Never had a dog whistle jumped species more readily.
The Magadinos had eventually made it to the Kapitol Kavern and kept right on going, through a very surprised skeleton staff of dino security into the inner sanctum of dino political wisdom and hallowed authority. The high ranking dino representatives had been whisked away from any danger at the hands of the dino hooligans. That is how the Sin Hut minority leader, the ChuckSchumer, came to be holed up with the Kongrus Kave Majority Leader, the Nancypelosi, and her counterpart Minority Leader, the Kevinmccarthy.
“I prayed for him every day,” said the Nancypelosi. “1,400 prayers for the T-Rump. And what did you do?”
She was looking at the Kevinmccarthy, who was sitting with his tail against the wall several feet away. Head down, he shook with fright.
“I’ll tell you what you did. Nothing. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
She picked up a rock and threw it at him, hitting him in the beak.
“Ow!”
The Chuckschumer returned to sit beside her. He studied her tight-lipped expression.
“Did you want me to throw a rock at him too?”
She shook her head and launched anew into the Kevinmccarthy.
“Why are we in here, Kevin? I’ll tell you why. Because you and your 141 walnut-brained dino representatives and twelve sycophant Sin Hut dinos have continued this long-running charade of nonsense conspiracy theories that have convinced this – this mob of rioting, looting, pillaging, thieving, deplorable dinos outside to actually believe the lies that your leader, the T-Rump, has been telling them ad nauseum since before the election even began.”
Short arms raised, she quaked with fury. The Kevinmccarthy trembled, covering up, waiting for another rock.
“Don’t just sit there cowering. Say something. Go ahead. You can’t, can you? You can’t defend what’s happening out there. In our Kapitol Kavern. We work here. For the dinos. And we’re hiding under a rock. Disgraceful.”
The Kevinmccarthy peeked over his short arms.
“I – I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would come to this. I guess the Susancollins was wrong again. He’s really a nice guy. On Tuesdays. At 5:30. Right before supper.”
“Uh, Nancy?”
“What is it, Chuck?”
“When I stuck my nose out a minute ago? I caught the unmistakable odor of dino urine. Coming from your cave. They peed in your cave, Nancy.”
“Uh-oh.”
The Kevinmccarthy inched further away. The Nancypelosi set her jaw and ground her gums.
“That’s it. I’m through being the nice dino. 25th Amendment. If we get out of here, Kevin? Kevin. Look at me. I want you to go back to the Mincepencenow and tell him that if he’s not willing to tell Dino Nation that the T-Rump is only working with half a walnut, then the Donkeykongrus will begin impeachment proceedings immediately.”
“Again?”
“Don’t look at me like that. He’s the one going for the record.”
Just then a small pack of dinos burst into their cave.
“It’s the Animals,” said a surprised Chuckschumer.
“Save me,” whimpered the Kevinmccarthy.
“Not those animals, dummy. The real Animals. How’d you guys get in here?”
“Just walked right in,” said their leader. “We thought it was a tour. Then we figured out it, uh … wasn’t. But say, looks like you guys could use some cheering up. Or at least something else to focus on.”
“Please,” said the Nancypelosi.
And the Animals played.
He hides inside wallowing in pity
Swallowing cheese with his whine
All those around him have given up trying
The situation was far from pretty
So he told them what to do
A Capitol march for the MAGA true
We knew
Watch them climb the stairs higher
Rioting in our hallways
Insurrection to end democracy’s day
Oh yes, we knew it
He’s been tweeting so hard
He’s been jerking you, man
Now he’s gotta pay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He’s gotta get out of the House
There’s no telling what he will do
He’s gotta get out of the House
‘Cause man, we cannot have
Another coup
The situation was far from pretty
So he told them what to do
A Capitol march for the MAGA true
We knew it
Watch them climb the stairs higher
Rioting in our hallways
Insurrection to end democracy’s day
We knew he’s been tweeting so hard
He’s been jerking you, man
Now he’s gotta pay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He’s gotta get out of the House
There’s no telling what he will do
He’s gotta get out of the House
Man, we cannot have
Another coup
Right now, listen up
Right now, don’t blow it, man
He’s gotta get out of the House
There’s no telling what he will do
He’s gotta get out of the House
Man, we cannot have another coup
Believe me
Don’t blow it, man
We knew it too
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“We’ve got the Joshhawley. Tell me we still have the Joshhawley and the Dirty Dozen in the Sin Hut.”
“Yes, T-Rump.” said the Markmeadows. “They’re still in the fold. With 140 Grandoldparty dinos from the Kongrus Kave.”
The Joshhawley was a young dino from Show-Me-Mizzou. He was still wet behind the ears in most things political. Except for his sudden penchant to throw caution and the rest of his career to the wind to support the T-Rump in his bid to overturn the dino electoral college vote in two days time. Just one year earlier during the T-Rump impeachment, the Joshhawley had basically said he would push his dino grandmother of the highest cliff rather than interfere with a free and fair election. Good thing his grandmother and a high cliff were not in plain sight.
“Good. Real good. This is our second wave after the Kenpaxton’s Pack fizzled out. We need to keep the pressure on. And the Mincepencenow. Where’s he stand?”
“Well, the Louiegohmert sued him to change the electoral vote in his position as boss of the Sin Hut. But Mike had the dino judge toss it out … and, uh, now the Mincepencenow is prepared to side with you. So, you might want to get back with me tomorrow on that to see where his head’s at then. I’m thinking mother isn’t feeling well.”
“Operation Bust-Up Biden’s Big Day. How’s that coming along?”
“We’ve contacted all the unsavory White-Striped dinos in the nation — the Proudboys, the not so Proudboys and the Proudboys you’d never take home to meet your mother. You told them it’s going to be, ahem … wild … and I just know they are, um … standing by. I – I’m getting chills just thinking about it.”
“Funny, Mark. I never took you for the rough-and-tumble dino. Alright then. Moving right along. Who are we shaking down today?”
“I believe we’re up to the Raffensperger.”
“Get him in her pronto. We need him to find 11,780 votes. Now.”
The Markmeadows hustled out of the Oval Dwelling. Evil was brewing. Nefarious, diabolical, devil-may-care-but-the-T-Rump-certainly-doesn’t kind of evil in the Trumpassic Period underway yet again. It was the national pastime. It made the Trickydicky Watergate Straits fiasco look like a minor, accidental case of mistaken identity. The gravity of the situation was not lost on the Neildiamond, who just happened to be ambling slowly down a path about a half mile away. The pending doom in the days ahead launched two fronts in his mind. Then words met music and a dino anthem rang out through the land.
Hawley holy hell, burning liberty
Just a sham, Josh’s scam
Who could believe in
Hawley holy
Hawley holy hell
Haunting bloodless coup
And they came
And we ran for freedom’s high hill
Hawley holy
Bring it on
Bring it on. You’re wrong.
Bring it on. Bring it on!
Bring. It. On!
Yeah! … Yeah!
Fall in line and get ready to fight
Those who can’t tell T-Rump good-bye
Such a stand will never be right
And their game plan, they’re gonna lie
And they lie. Hey, and they lie
Hawley holy hell
Flamed our fears gone wild
They’d mislead
Make us bleed, secede tomorrow
Hawley holy
Bring it on
Bring it on. You’re wrong.
Bring it on, bring it on!
Bring. It. On!
Yeah! … Yeah!
Fall in line and get ready to fight
Those who can’t tell T-Rump good-bye
Such a stand will never be right
And their game plan, they’re gonna lie
And they lie … Hey
God, they lie
Hawley holy hell
Dream we’ll soon be through
Hawley holy hell
Hawley holy hell
Hawley holy hell
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Ringing in the New Year at the tail end of Trumpassic Period Year Four, this week’s T-Rump Twofer features: Day 1439 — “Fixing a Hole” … An introspective T-Rump struggles with finding the right expletive. … and Day 1443 — “Kentucky Moron” … Ah, the familiar refrains of the T-Rump dressing down someone close. … Big dino high-fives to The Beatles and Neil Diamond.
“Uh, it’s good to see you back in the Oval Dwelling,” said the Moscowmitch. “It’s too bad you had to cut short your holiday at Mar-a-Guano.”
“I had to,” grunted the Tyrumposaurus. “I couldn’t sit there staring at the Tymelania’s gawd-awful scratchings on the wall one more minute, dammit!”
“Was it Be Best or Be Worst?”
Awkward silence. The T-Rump wasn’t biting.
“Uh, well then, perhaps we should cut to the chase. Why exactly did you want to see me today?”
“Because I wanted to hear from your own mouth how the Joshhawley is doing a bang-up job, coming out like he did, ready to contest the dino electoral college votes in a few days’ time. I need to hear your warm, ringing, good cheer praise for his actions. Right here. Right now.”
Like a sudden, large bullfrog burp, the Moscowmitch’s cheeks inflated with surprise. Full of air too, but nothing close to resembling words of affirmation.
“A-hah! I was right. You can’t do it. Whose side are you on, Mitch?”
“Well … I – I did put your anti-Mediacircustops and your election fraud commission requests in the bill. Consider it dead. Dead on arrival, T-Rump. Like the other 400 stone dead bills in my cave.”
“Not good enough. Not by a longshot. Haven’t seen you in days. Hmm. The Mincepencenow has been avoiding me as well.” He pointed an accusing claw at the Moscowmitch. “You and him. You’re plotting together against me. Go ahead and admit it. I know a good conspiracy theory when I see one.”
“I don’t even like him. It’s downright embarrassing watching him … I’m sorry. I said too much. I know you enjoy his fawning adulation.”
The T-Rump had already moved on.
“And what’s with this whole kerfuffle in the Georgia Orchard? I’m going down there and have no idea what the hell I’m getting into. The Davidperdue and the Kellyloeffler want to give the dinos two thousand moolah-moolah leaves but they don’t want to say my election was rigged because they want their own votes. And you added my issues to your bill and now the dinos won’t get their two thousand that I’ve been screaming about. How the hell did we even get here? What moron is responsible for this?”
“Well, T-Rump. You’ve said a mouthful but allow me to explain.”
“Oh, so I’m the moron, am I?”
“N-o-o-o-o.”
“I’m not the moron. You’re the moron! You’re the moron! Neil! Get in here right now! ”
The Neildiamond sheepishly entered the room and found a spot to the side of the cave. The T-Rump snorted.
“I’m not nuts. Ahem. I’ll just keep getting a second opinion. Meanwhile, I’m going to set you straight, you turkey gobbling, grey-waddled, old goofy gofer. My goofy gofer. Who is not in my corner. Hmph. We’ll see about that. Maximum embarrassment. Maximum in-your-face embarrassment. Go ahead, Neil. Let him have it.”
The musical dino raised a short arm.
“I, uh … made a few last minute adjustments …”
“Shut up and sing.”
Kentucky moron
He lines up his own to the right
He only confronts
And he tells you all to sit tight
And his power, God knows, his power
Kentucky moron
He only shows you
How much he owns you
Kentucky moron
Well, you see his turtle head turn
To excuses too lame
Vaccine aside, he’s the big shot
Of poison pill fame
And you can’t flee
God knows, you can’t flee
Kentucky moron
He only shows you
How much he owns you
Kentucky moron
He’s out of touch
Who gave Satan back his seat?
Georgia’s touch
Just the girl to
Knock him down, sit for good
Ain’t no doubt, gotta get him out
Kentucky moron
He only shows you
How much he owns you
Kentucky moron
He’s out of touch
Who gave Satan back his seat?
Georgia’s touch
Just the girl to
Knock him down, sit for good
Ain’t no doubt, gotta get him out
Kentucky moron
He only shows you
How much he owns you
Kentucky moron
Kentucky moron
Kentucky moron
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The pain. Oh, the pain. The Tyrumposaurus had a splitting, smack-between-the-eyes, double-migraine headache that had him seeing stars, stripes and the red glare of ex-PLO-sion … after … ex-PLO-sion. That damn Joebiden. A pox on the Donkeykongrus. And all his namby-pamby Grandoldparty dinos, afraid to call out the widespread fraud that had stolen the election from him. He was loath to admit they had cheated better than him. They would pay. They would all pay for this gross negligence of … of … fair play? He struggled with the phrase, even the concept, because it was a rather moot point with him.
In between the grimacing mental blasts of red glare, he took stock of the several milestones he’d accomplished thus far in his scorched earth policy. Because if he wasn’t happy, there would be no good cheer in Dino Nation. Not a hint of a smile.
“Make them wait for the Covid relief package,” said a wee voice in the back of his head before being shot down by another red glare zinger.
Benefits had already lapsed for millions of idle dinos. Check. If he didn’t sign, the dino government would soon shut down. The focus was squarely on him. Where it should be. The Davidperdue and the Kellyloeffler were in very awkward spots in the Georgia Orchard Sin Hut run-off next week. They needed him badly. Check. Pardons galore to his cronies to show the Muellersavus who was boss even if the Williambarr had recently exited stage left mumbling some face-saving fake news rhetoric.
But the T-Rump’s dino accomplices were abandoning him as he had 24 days left to rule. He made a mental note to remind a staffer, if any should be brave enough to come out from hiding, to research and triple-check all available avenues he could venture down to make life as miserable as possible for the everyday, garden-chewing-variety Donkeykongrus dino. Rumbling in his head aside, this was the perfect storm. Covid was doing it’s destructive job. He wasn’t doing his.
Yet he had made his point because it was his show. He’d pushed Dino Nation to the brink of mass riot. Alright already. The waiting game was over. He’d sign the bill. Not in weakness however. With strength. He’d sign it with lies.
The sharp pangs of his headache finally began backing off, easing enough in their intensity to allow him to marshall more devilish thoughts. Within minutes he was back to normal, growling under his breath, ready to go on the attack. Headaches were the seed to his temper. What didn’t kill him made him yearn for more power, more destruction. To pass on said headache to others more deserving of it. This was the stage of negotiating — the art of the deal — to which he had lowered himself. Headaches all around. Migraine. Your-graine.
He’d sign but with an attention-grabbing addendum. Tell them they will have to remove wasteful items from the bill. Make them add vaccine moolah-moolah and much, much more. That’s vague enough. Increase the payment to 2,000. And last but most importantly, make them focus strongly on the very substantial voter fraud which took place in the election. None of this would ever happen of course, but it showed his base exactly where he stood. Winning.
He smirked at his latest spin-to-win strategy and burst into song.
I’m fixing a hole where the pain gets in
And stops my mouth from slandering
A friend or foe
I’m killing the chance for those that need more
They can take up panhandling
Away they go
And it really doesn’t matter if
I’m wrong I’m right
I’ve just begun to fight
I’ve just begun
See my allies sitting there
They don’t like me, don’t want me in
And worry how I will settle the score
I’m hating the doom in a sorrowful way
And then my mouth is slandering
The bad words flow
And it really doesn’t matter if
I’m wrong I’m right
I’ve just begun to fight
I’ve just begun
Unemployed run aground
Military can never please me
Sign the stimulus, what for?
I’m marking the time for I can still pull strings
To make your cloud the darkest grey
And get your dough
I’m fixing a hole where the pain gets in
Stops my mouth from slandering
A friend or foe
How low I’ll go
I’m fixing a hole where the pain gets in
Stops my mouth from slandering
A friend or foe
How low I’ll go
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This week’s toe-tapping T-Rump Traxx feature: Day 1432 — “My Putin” … The T-Rump has The Talk with T-Rump Jr. … and Day 1436 — “Free Ride” … Pardons are the talk of town as the T-Rump’s term winds down. Kudos to Boney M (a natural dino band) and Edgar Winter. Enjoy!
“Merry Christmas, T-Rump.”
“What’s good about it?” the Tyrumposaurus shot back at the somewhat stunned Markmeadows. “You should go talk with my wife. She’ll tell you what Christmas is good for.”
“Pardon me, T-Rump, but this is the time of year when those extra moolah-moolah leaves really make a difference. When you’re thankful for whatever relief lands at your doorstep.”
“Yes, yes. Go on.”
“The Kongrus Kave and the Sin Hut have agreed on a Covid stimulus bill that would bring aid to millions of dinos across the land. It requires your signature.”
“Oh, I thought you were talking about more moolah-moolah for me. Dino Nation? Who cares? Do you understand where I am right now? Almost on the outside. Almost looking in. And you’re telling me about other dinos? I hate to break it to you, but there are dinos in blue regions that would actually benefit from this bill. We can’t have that, so I won’t be signing it today. Or tomorrow. Maybe next week. But that’s a world away.”
“But, sir, we can’t exactly ask these dinos to move.”
“Your idea. And you just said it’s doomed to fail. I guess this is on you then.”
The Markmeadows restrained himself from rolling his eyes. It had been so hard lately. Good gawd. 26 more days of this. 26 more days of twisting in the wind, waiting for the worst T-Rump could dredge up and fling at the world as he headed out of the Oval Dwelling. If he would leave. The Markmeadows turned to exit.
“Oh, no. Stop right there. You’re not going anywhere.”
“You don’t mean.”
“Oh, I most certainly do mean.”
Pardons. The T-Rump had found a leadership privilege that he could turn on its head for truly evil purposes. Releasing bad dinos and sitting back to watch Dino Nation cringe in horror. It was hard to tell which dino relished watching dinos tremble in fear more, the T-Rump or the Putinodon. But it was a very close race.
“How many did you want?”
“How many do you have? That will pay.”
“Yes, well. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that last part. The Kushneratops left me a list of the dinos who helped us, those who wanted to help us, those who didn’t help us enough and those who didn’t even try to help us. Not sure why he included the last group.”
“Because those are the first dinos we hit up. If they want a pardon it’s going to cost them big-time. Got it?”
“Quite clearly.”
“Bring me the list.”
“Yes, T-Rump.”
The Markmeadows wondered how exactly he was going to explain this to the new dino attorney general when the Joebiden finally made his pick. He turned to leave.
“Oh, and Mark?”
“Uh, you want me to bring the dino house band back with me. So you can sing … the song … as you go over the list.”
“You got it.”
Moments later …
Then Mueller asked why, and where did you go
But you did not tell them what you know
So I’ve come here to give you a hand
Gonna set you free just as we planned, so
Come on and take a free ride
Come on, gonna let it slide
Come on, pardons nation-wide
The lies and the killings, all covered in shame
I dangle the pardon and you play the game
Whatever the bad deed, I forgive your sin
I’ll cripple the nation if I cannot win, so
Come on and take a free ride
Come on, gonna let it slide
Come on, pardons nation-wide
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on and take a free ride
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, gonna let it slide
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on and take a free ride
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, pardons nation-wide
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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“Dad? Can I come in?”
The Tyrumposaurus looked up from his meal of day-old salamander tails. The extra-crunchy kind.
“Yes, Junior. What is it?”
“Didn’t the T-Melania tell you to stop eating those because they’ll only make your delirium worse?
“I’m not delirious!”
“I’m just concerned for you, dad. You. Don’t. Look. Well.”
“What’s the matter? You’ve never seen burnt orange skin before? Well, get used to it. I’m sure it’s hereditary. What are you here for anyway?”
“I, well, you know, when I’m speaking before all the dinos … the crowds are not as big as yours of course.”
“Obviously.”
“Right. And, well, this persona that I adopt as I’m speaking. Some mistakenly think I’m high on something. I try to ignore that. All of it. So when I’m speaking I project this bravado, this us against the world thing. God, Kelly’s been great, hasn’t she? I think she’s going to have kittens sometimes. Because we can’t lose, we really can’t … but …”
“Spit it out, Junior. I’d hate to choke on a salamander tail before you actually say something.”
“I’m worried, dad.”
“Don’t look at me when you say that. You’ll jinx us. Jinx us! Jinx us! Are you hearing voices or is it just me? Did somebody put you up to this, convince you to come in here and break the news to me gently?”
“It’s a small group. Nobody but immediate family would even dream of speaking to you right now. And I mean that in a kind way.”
“You use the “L” word and so help me … we’re winners. Always. There’s no other possible outcome. Nothing else, understand?”
“Reading you loud and clear. It’s the Russodinos thing, hacking away at us again. The Mediacircustops won’t give it a rest. Always with the questions. That damn Pompeo contradicted you, saying it was the Russodinos, and I’m caught in the middle. Imagine that. Me. Yeah. Heh-heh. I know, right? I don’t know anything. I keep saying that. But they keep asking if we’re doing anything about it. I mean, on the surface, it sounds pretty bad, hitting us right where it hurts.”
The T-Rump Jr. looked around to make sure they were alone.
“Are you, um … doing anything about it?”
“I said I’ve got things under control. It’s fake news. F-A-K-E.” The T-Rump spelt the letters with a claw in the air before his horrified son. “End of story.”
“Uh, good. That’s real good, dad. Because Eric even asked me …”
“Don’t tell Eric anything!”
“I know, I know. Don’t worry. I was just saying Eric asked me how come you always say you’re the toughest dino with the Putinodon — and I believe you, dad, one hundred percent. But Eric, well … he says you’ve never punished the Putinodon or said anything bad about him.”
A scowl from his father. The T-Rump’s face scrunched like he’d been hit with a hard right.
“Junior, look me in the eye.”
“Which one?”
“Pick one! I’m going to sing you a little song …”
“That really isn’t necessary, dad.”
“Oh, but I think it is. Because you need to know — and don’t tell, Eric — exactly what side of the fence I’m on. This will be our little song.”
The junior T-Rump gulped.
“Uh, sure thing, dad.”
I’ve been his biggest fan for as long as I know
He can do no wrong, as he rakes in all his dough
He tells the nation they have nothing to fear
And to those who object, they simply disappear
If you asked me what is his best feature
The one I most admire
The term limits for this greatest creature
Will never expire
Rah, rah, my Putin!
I will never intervene
We only chat when you all are gone
Rah, rah, my Putin!
He has kept my money clean
Playing a game we call the long con
Four years ago in a story quite bizarre
Election officials said he went too far
I didn’t take the bait, Helsinki, if you please
No time for debate, I told my guys to freeze
A former K-G-B secret stealer
Deutsche Bank became his to run
That is why I cannot be a squealer
I owe him a ton
Rah, rah, my Putin!
I will never intervene
We only chat when you all are gone
Rah, rah, my Putin!
He has kept my money clean
Playing a game we call the long con
So when I see the complete and total domination
Of his subjects in this display of all-supreme power
Worthy of having a parade every single day in his honour
I became prouder and prouder
Again he is hacking, just whistling in the breeze
One day he could wake up, and put us on our knees
I stand here and promise that he can do no harm
But then no matter what, I won’t raise the alarm
There are some that call me an outstanding
Manchurian Candidate
This is the fake news not understanding
He is simply great
Rah, rah, my Putin!
I will never intervene
I’ll just ignore the grisly headline
Rah, rah, my Putin!
He has kept my money clean
He’s a leader who’s kept them in line
Rah, rah, my Putin!
I will never intervene
I’ll just repeat again what he said
Rah, rah, my Putin!
He has kept my money clean
I can’t complain, he butters my bread
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David Belisle