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This week’s T-Rump Twofer features: Day 1425 — “The Long and Blinding Road” … a rookie right-winger takes stock in the constant slog that is the march to T-Rump’s beat … and Day 1429 — “Don’t Give Up on Us” … The T-Rump blasts the Moscowmitch for congratulating dino leader-to-be, the Joebiden. … Kudos to the Beatles and David Soul for inspiration.
“You wanted to see me, T-Rump?”
“Come on in here, Mitch.”
The Moscowmitch ambled into the Oval Dwelling and took a seat across from the Tyrumposaurus.
“Now what’s this about you congratulating the Joebiden as the new leader? Where did you ever get that crazy, fake news idea?”
“Well, the electoral votes did finally come through. He got the same number, 306, as you did in your, ahem … landslide victory four years ago. Contrary to some questionable right-wing folk, T-Rump, those votes can’t be changed. They’re legal. Legit. Good as gold.”
“Nonsense. Our Lone Star-Texas dinos are putting together another lawsuit to fight that. And if the courts say ‘no standing’ one more time, I’ll sue them on that. They can’t use the same excuse over and over. It just tears me up that my Dino Supreme Court went against me. I picked them! Three of them!”
The T-Rump looked around for something to throw. The Moscowmitch cleared his wattled throat.
“You must have heard that the Putinodon recognized the Joebiden as our new leader. I was just taking that as my cue. I know he keeps hacking away at the Milkanhoney Preservation and you won’t say a peep. I understand that. But it appears even the Putinodon is finally done with you. It’s been five weeks … or 70,000 Covid deaths ago. Give or take.”
“Covid, Covid, Covid. Forget Covid. Five weeks? What’s five weeks in our grand scheme of things? You’re giving up too soon. Way too soon. Why, I’ve only just begun raking in, I mean accepting moolah-moolah leaves from the base. Over 200 million so far. For me to do as I please. Us, I mean us. And the Grandoldparty. In that order.”
The Moscowmitch nodded.
“Can you call it a grift if they don’t read the damn fine print? That reminds me, you wouldn’t know anything about 30% of the Coronavirus vaccine missing from, uh … every region of Dino Nation, would you?
“Oh, that. Just the cost of doing business. Side deals, the standard fare. You shake my tail, I shake yours. Our usual split, okay?”
“That’s nice, real nice, T-Rump. Uh, maybe you saw me tear up the other day at the flat rock as I announced that the Lamaralexander was calling it quits, so he could enter the fossil stage. A great dino, ol’ Lamar. Well, I’ve been praying for you too, T-Rump.”
“Now that’s a lie.”
“Okay, you got me there. But you might want to consider backing off this election fraud angle. I’ve been playing this game a long time. The Williambarr has bowed out. You’ve got 200 Grandoldparty dinos hiding under rocks, hands in their mouth. All the staff are updating their resumes. Pretty soon I’ll be the only one here with a job.”
“Very funny. Who said I’m leaving? Look at that Ronjohnson, now there’s a dino after my valuable attention. He’s doing a great job holding three-hour hearings, keeping my name out there. We’re going to flip Reno-Casino any day now.”
“T-Rump. You lost. Fifty-plus dino courts ruled there was no election fraud.”
“Stop that. I didn’t bring you in here to put a positive spin on this disaster. What’s it going to take Mitch? Do I have to send another five dinos packing?”
“Your talent pool is down to brainless idiots and incompetent boobs.”
“That would be the upside of my current scorched Earth policy. Look, you’re my Sin Hut Go-To-Dino, you can’t be saying things like that about giving up. It hits me right in the heart. You know, that place beside my gut feeling. Come closer, maybe if I say it another way.”
Don’t give up on us now, Mitch
We’ll make the wrong seem right
We’ve only just begun to fight
I’m giving you the green light
Tainted votes we’ll bar
And we’ll go far
Don’t give up on us now, Mitch
The South still buys my lie
I know you pulled a fast one, guy
And this will make us even
I never said I’m through
Don’t give up on us, I know
We can have our coup
I’m really looking to incite
How dare they think I will be leavin’
There’s still four or five to flip, just like so
Don’t give up on us now, Mitch
I made you what you are
We now have the Earth to scar
The devil and the grifter
Not bound by any rules
Don’t give up on us, I know
We can have our coup
I’m giving you the green light
Tainted votes we’ll bar
And we’ll go far
Don’t give up on us now, Mitch
The South still buys my lie
I know you pulled a fast one, guy
And this will make us even
I never said I’m through
Don’t give up on us, I know
We can have our coup
Don’t give up on us now, Mitch
Don’t give up on us now, Mitch
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The long throng of T-Rumpers, that is, dinos that would bite their tails off if it would please the Tyrumposaurus, slogged their way down the main path in the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir. It was their 35th consecutive day of marching. Because marching helped ease their aggression. To a dino, they felt the outcome of the election had done them a grave, severe injustice. So severe, many of them had simply dropped everything, unable to contain their anger and all-consuming rage, unable to even focus on putting one foot in front of the other. Again, marching helped.
Which is how the Innocenti Bystanderus, or Inny for short, came to be mixed up in the mad, disconsolate and outright insulted multitude of dinos marching along, mumbling, grumbling and speaking their walnut minds. Inny was an introvert, a rare characteristic for a T-Rump follower, but Inny’s dino therapist recommended he get out of his cave and live a little. This was his 35th straight day as well. He was living a lot.
Inny’s legs were short for a dinosaur, which meant he was constantly being passed by other marching dinos, allowing him to catch snippets of their conversations, be it dialogue, monologue or aspersions flung aside. All part of the indoctrination he still struggled to comprehend. What was this new alternative mindset? He kept his head down as he took his small measured strides. His therapist had told him to never look a T-Rumper in the eye. They might attack without warning.
The voice of a dino evangelical type rang out.
“Plandemics, it’s a plan. Locusts, plagues, two paths, man. It’s time to choose.”
Then a rabid rabble rouser.
“Kemp is a traitor. The world knows T-Rump won.”
A confident, even calculating voice.
“The fraud, the cheating. I mean, all of these things are there. And yet it’s going forward. It doesn’t make sense. It does not bode well for the future of Dino Nation. I’m disappointed with the Dino Supreme Court that they’re not taking up this fraudulent election.”
And more confident, even more calculating words, lost in some verbal loop of internal confirmation.
“It was very disappointing. Because I felt that the Supreme Court should’ve at least heard the case. Somebody has to hear the evidence and allow … uh, at least those of us who believe that the election was fraudulent. To hear the evidence pan its way out, pan itself out. And make a decision based upon the facts, not saying that you don’t have standing because you don’t have an injury. Because we all have injury. I’m from Pennsylvaneus. My vote didn’t count.”
A Loudmouth Leatherlung dino. There was one in every crowd.
“We the dinos will not accept communism in this great Milkanhoney Preservation. We will stand against it.”
An Asiansaurae accent.
“Marshall law, get used to it. Marshall law.”
A female voice. From the old valley.
“It all happened over night, y’know. Um, my life changed overnight. Um, like I said, in dino court, um, I can’t get a job. Um, nobody will hire me. Um. The T-Rump warned us about’em for years. We’ve been warned about mail-in ballots forever. And, um, but the Donkeykongrus took every avenue in this election. We’ve gotta get it back. It’s ours.”
And … the Rogerstone?
“They tell us this election is over. Nothing is over until we say it is. We will fight to the bitter end for an honest count.”
Inny had heard enough. This 35-day mantra had finally hit home. The words had opened his eyes. Loosened his lips. He looked up to the sky and sang.
The long and blinding road, that bleeds guts and gore
We’ve had it up to here, just listen to us roar
We’ll stop the steal right here, if it leads to civil war
The wild and wooly fight, and the pain, goes to say
They all done tried to steer, all our votes their way
We can’t just disappear, gonna save the day
Many times we’ve picked a bone, you know we got our pride
We need our heroes y’know, like Bonnie an’ Clyde
That’s why there’s no turnin’ back, on this long blinding road
As sure as I’m standin’ here cuz I ain’t gonna go
Cuz that’s the oath I swore to give T-Rump four more
Standin’ by and standin’ back on this long blinding road
Get Perdue and Kelly here, them two just gotta go
Why are they even here? Kick’em out the door!
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A fresh week of T-Rump Traxx, yet again crossing the line. Featuring: Day 1418 — “Lonely Ol’ Night” … A dejected Davidperdue reclines in his cave … and Day 1422 — “Hey Nineteen” … 19, count’em, 19 dino attorneys general go rogue! … Dino tail wags to Mellencamp and Steely Dan for their inspirational melodies. Enjoy!
“This is The Big One.”
The Tyrumposaurus stopped and stared at the Markmeadows.
“Yes, oh, yes, indeed. Very big,” the dino chief of staff feigned excitement.
Inside he groaned. Every day was the big one. Every moment was the big one. He prayed each night that T-Rump’s heart would suffer the big one.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir, 19 dino attorneys general were gathered as the Kenpaxton of Lone Star-Texas reassured them that they’d made the right choice in coming together to contest the elections in Georgia Orchard, Pennsylvaneus, Michigonia and Dairyland.
“Because that’s what good dino regions do,” the Kenpaxton went on. “They keep a close eye on other dinos’ votes because you can’t trust those Donkeykongrus dinos. Nope. It takes a Grandoldparty dino region to know what’s right, right?”
The other dinos nodded their heads robotically. It really didn’t matter what came out of the Kenpaxton’s mouth. They were all there because the T-Rump had a foot on their tail and a tweet on their future. They shuddered at the doom and gloom awaiting the other eight Grandoldparty attorneys general who were not in attendance. The T-Rump would hunt them down.
“Need I remind you, that the T-Rump was winning the vote in the middle of the night — while our dino mamas and babies slept! — and the Joebiden, well, at that point he had less than a one in quadrillion to the fourth power chance of winning. I got that little number from the Kayleighmcenany, who’s a pretty little number herself, she is.”
“So you see, my fellow dino attorneys, the battleground regions violated the rules set forth by their duly elected dinos-on-the-ledge-later, thereby violating our Continental Divide. The Divide, we’re talking about here. We gotta maintain the Divide. By ignoring both dino region and Milkanhoney Preservation rules, these regions have not only tainted, tarnished and vandalized the integrity of their own dinos vote, but of Lone Star-Texas, bless her broncosaurus-bustin’ heart, and every other region that held we-don’t-cheat elections. Their failure to abide by the rules casts a dark, dark shadow of death, I mean doubt, over the outcome of the entire kit-n-caboodle election. We now ask that the Dino Supreme Court step in to do something about this gargantuan, egregious error … that I’m holdin’ on by a thread here to keep from bawling my damn eyes out.”
The Markbrnovich, the dino AG from Zona Cactus yawned. He raised a short arm to make conversation.
“Yes, Mark. You were a little late getting to the party, weren’t you? 17 dinos here and then — poof! — you popped in.”
“I can leave.”
“No, no. Stop scaring me. We’re glad you came, aren’t we, dinos?”
A few perfunctory nods. The Markbrnovich continued.
“Uh, Ken, didn’t the Langleyops dinos raid your cave today? Again?”
“Oh, that. No worries, a little misunderstanding. I forgot to pay off a couple of dinos. Let’s focus on the situation at hand, shall we? You know, win The Big One?”
But even as a lapdog to the T-Rump, the Markbrnovich possessed a modicum of legal acumen.
“You’re doing this for the pardon, Ken, aren’t you? C’mon, admit it.”
Who me? The Kenpaxton didn’t say it. He didn’t have to. It was written all over his face. The 18 other dino attorneys general had seen that guilty look on the faces of thousands of dinos in their court caves. The expression on the Kenpaxton’s face quickly changed to a smirk.
“So sue me. I’m sorry. Did I say that?”
The dino laughter was interrupted by the arrival of the Johncornyn, the aging Lone Star-Texas Sin Hut dino. He spotted the much younger Kenpaxton and stepped before him as an elder might.
“Ken, you’ve got to stop this nonsense. You’re making me look bad.”
“John? How could you? In front of my attorney general partners in crime. I mean arms. You’re from Lone Star-Texas. Like me, remember?
The Johncornyn paused, measuring his words.
“Ken, how do I say this? I – I … I’ve gotta sing. I mean, I can’t take any more of this crap. You’re a real nutjob, Ken. A crook, a low-life, a two-bit hood. There I said it. Anyway. I need this memorialized. So here goes …
Utah then
In-dee-anna
An’ Mississippi
Dakotas, why?
Chasing a felon
Paxton’s pack willing
Too blind to see braille
Are you freakin’ high?
Hey Nineteen
You have no chance together
No, you can’t stop or stall
Please just move along
The vote is in stone
Hey Nineteen
That’s you, Tennessee
Kansas, Nebraska
Arizona
And Missouri
South Carolina
We think you’re crazy
You’re not just growing old
Hey Nineteen
West Virginia, you are bombin’
No, you can’t stop or stall
You got this all wrong
The vote is in stone
Christ.
It’s no good
(Groan)
Hate a little lower now
The truth be told
It’s not The Big One
You are a king’s ding-a-lings
Say it again
The truth be told
It’s not The Big One
You are a king’s ding-a-lings
The truth be told
It’s not The Big One
You are a king’s ding-a-lings
You have no chance together
You guys have all the gall
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The Davidperdue sighed at the moon overhead. He tucked his tail between his legs and leaned back against the wall outside the entrance to his cave. Before he did so, he checked to make sure the wall was clean. There was a family of poo-flinging Monkeysaurae who lived next door. He tried to relax but his joints gnawed at him, reminding him of every one of the seventy dino years he’d spent negotiating this god-forsaken jungle. And there was that other thing.
It was Sunday night and he was a dino without a debate. A dino without a speech. A dino without a clue. How could this be happening to him? The Grand Old Party Sin Hit dino was supposed to be at the big shindig debate railing, regaling and impaling the Johnossoff with snappy one-liners. But there would be no railing, regaling or impaling. Oh, no. The snappy one-liner stared him in the face. He was coolin’ his heels home alone.
Their debate was to kick things off before the second tete-a-tete between the Raphaelwarnock and that spasmodically radical right wing conservative, the Kellyloeffler. This was his and Loeffler’s last chance to woo the Georgia Orchard dinos to the polls in one month’s time for a vote that would determine which pack of dinos would control the Sin Hut and thereby govern the Milkanhoney Preservation. The losing pack would be left to grovel. No dinos liked groveling.
But here he was. Stuck in his cave. Just this side of groveling. Despite the discomfort, he flexed his short arms if only to kickstart his confidence. He was a mover and shaker. That’s who he was. Unfortunately he’d been moving and shaking a little too much lately. The Davidperdue and the Kellyloeffler had been found guilty of using their influence in the Puhl-DePlug Reservoir to make millions of moolah-moolah leaves off shady insider trading. He said a silent prayer, ostensibly thanking the Williambarr for white-washing the whole affair.
His gaze drifted back to the Monkeysaurae home next door. He should probably head back inside soon. It wasn’t the flying poo that frightened him. What if one of them came out and asked him why he was home when he should be at the debate and wasn’t the Kellyloeffler involved in the very same insider trading he’d been in and if she stayed home like him, well then there would be no Grandoldparty dino on the stage and was that how the Grandoldparty dinos really ran the Sin Hut? What the hell was going on in the Georgia Orchard these days?
He sighed again, turned for his cave and entered with a melancholy tune on his lips.
She calls me up and says Davey, are ya lonely tonight?
Yeah, Kelly, I’m so scared and lonely, it’s Ossoff all the time
Somebody said a Perdue’s a chicken any which way
No, no, no, no, no
But I have to admit I laid an egg today
It’s a lonely ol’ night
Sittin’ here as Georgia turns blue
It’s a lonely ol’ night
Makin’ trades cuz the lonely need something to do
MAGA’s quickly becoming T-Rump’s mad, mad throng
They’re marching onto the home of Georgia’s poor guv
I guess he feels awfully alone
He needs to understand what T-Rump means
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And it’s a sad, sad, sad, sad feeling when I’m living in
This quarantine
It’s just one day
It’s a lonely ol’ night
Sittin’ here as Georgia turns blue
It’s a lonely ol’ night
Makin’ trades cuz the lonely need something to do
She calls me, Davey, should we buy or sell, Davey?
It’s a lonely ol’ night but that’s my call
It’s a lonely ol’ night
Sittin’ here as Georgia turns blue
It’s a lonely ol’ night
Makin’ trades cuz the lonely need something to do
It’s a lonely ol’ night
Sittin’ here as Georgia turns blue
It’s a lonely ol’ night
Makin’ trades cuz the lonely need something to do
Yeah, like me, I knew
Yeah, like me, I knew
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This week’s T-Rump Traxx feature: Day 1411 — “Fools on the Hill” … The Ronnamcdaniel flails away at Georgia Orchard dinos … and Day 1415 — “Have a Drink on Me” … The Rudygiuliani unleashes his secret weapon. OMG. … Dino tail wags to The Beatles and AC/DC. Enjoy!
It was all very official looking. Sobering almost, in its quiet splendor, this special Michigonian hearing on its immaculately kept, politico-dino grounds. The hearing had been diligently scheduled to deal with a matter of voter fraud brought before region officials, including the very serious-looking Stevenjohnson. The Rudygiuliani’s long-awaited, all-star witness, the Melissacarone finally had her say.
“The po-po-poll book is completely off. Completely off.”
The Stevenjohnson puzzled.
“Off by 30,000?”
“I’d say that poll book is off by over a hundred thousand. That poll book? Why don’t you look at the registered voters on there? How many registered voters are on there? Did you, do you even know the answer to that?”
“No, I guess that, I’m trying to get to the bottom of this.”
“Zero. Zero. There’s zero.”
“So, my question then is … if the …”
“Guess how many, wait … what about, what about, how, whatta whatta what about the turnout rate? A hundred and twenty percent?”
The Rudygiuliani reached across, digging his claws into her thighs, trying to cut her off. It was no use. It only elicited a goofy laugh from her.
“Rudy, stop it. Later, okay, hon?”
The Stevenjohnson continued.
“So the poll book number, there’s two things that could happen here. Either the poll book number, each ballot counted multiple times … there’s two options. Option number one is that the poll book numbers are not going to match the actual …”
“They don’t.”
“But not by thousands and thousands of votes. That’s not what we see right now.”
“You take a look again. Take a look again.”
“Option number two is that they essentially were filling in names of dinos who didn’t vote.”
“Dead dinos too?”
“My question is, we’re not seeing the poll book off by 30,000 votes. That’s not the case.”
“Well, what’d you guys do?” She slurred her words like a dino sliding slowly down a muddy path. “Take it and uh, do something crazy to it?”
The Stevenjohnson shook his head.
“I’m just saying the numbers are not off by 30,000 votes, so …”
“I know what I saw.”
“When you say they’re filling in …”
“I know what I saw … and I signed something saying that if I’m wrong, I can go to prison. Did you?”
She threw him a petulant look of disdain. He didn’t flinch.
“I’m asking a question here. I just want to keep following back up with the poll books. Are we saying that the poll book is either wildly off or that they are …”
“Wildly off.”
“Or that they are filling in names?”
“It’s wildly off. It’s wildly off. And dead dinos voted. And illegals voted so that’s my answer.”
“Nothing else?”
“Well, there is — hiccup! — one last thing …”
A song rolled into and around the cave. The Melissacarone rose from her rock to sing.
Rudy keeps me handy
Cuz I think T-Rump is dandy
I’m tryin’ to grab the headlines
Swingin’ on the grape vine
So join me for a drink, boys
Not gonna play with sharp toys
You’ll have to tell me what I know
What do I say?
I’m a wild, crazy wreck, more kool-aid, this way!
Have a drink on me
Yeah, have a drink on me
Yeah, have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
I’m really quite exciting
In the proper lighting
If your ballot count is shorter
I’ll be your new reporter
Yeah, so let’s go sling some slime
Then happy hour on your dime
You’ll have to tell me what I know
What do I say?
I’m a wild, crazy wreck, more kool-aid, this way!
Have a drink on me
Yeah, have a drink on me
Yeah, have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
C’mon!
Gonna say I found
Ballots underground
Get another wig
One that doesn’t stink
Gonna ask you why
Till you think I’m high
Can you see white noise?
Lost my poise, have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink
On
Me
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“Hey, I’m speaking now! Everybody, shut up!”
The Ronnamcdaniel, chief dino of the Grandoldparty planning committee, had a certain way about her. The Trumpassic Period was a cut-throat dino world where razor-sharp teeth always left marks and blood was typically spilt by noon. Except she was on home turf today, trying to fire up the good dinos of Georgia Orchard to get out the word for two Grandoldparty dinos. The Kellyloeffler and the Davidperdue were in the upcoming dino run-off into the jungle for two Sin Hut seats at the big dino’s flat rock table. The natives were restless at this latest meet-and-greet-and-eat.
“Now the T-Rump just told me yesterday, he said unequivocally, that he supports the Loeffler and Perdue and he’s coming right down here to Georgia Orchard to help them out. Dinos want to see him out there battling for our two dinos, as he continues to fight his own battles and make sure that his election was fair and transparent.”
A loud Leatherneck from the back of the cave rose off his haunches.
“Wait a goll-darn minute there. Are you saying that the T-Rump is having troubles with his own election against the Joebiden … but our little ol’ Sin Hut election is gonna be fair and square? How can that be? What in tarnation is goin’ on?”
“Hold on now, just stop right there.” The Ronnamcdaniel took a deep breath. “I want you all to read my rubbery lips. I am categorically dismissing each and every concern or apprehension you may have over the legitimacy of the election because that is only put there to discourage you, the T-Rump voters from voting in this run-off.”
“Say what?” came the voice of dino down front whose dander had been sufficiently raised. “Your last statement only gives me cause and concern. And great alarm! Did I hear you right? You’re saying that the cheatin’ IS there but we ain’t allowed to worry about it? You ain’t easin’ my fears, lady. You is multiplyin’ them!”
Another dino jumped in.
“And the T-Rump jumped all over our own dino, the Raffensberger and threw him right under the Priebusunderbus. That Raffensberger is a good Georgia Orchard dino. A real peach of a dino. Would you mind explainin’ that one cuz I’m a-listenin’ with both o’ my big ears!”
“Well, um … you see, it’s like this.” The Ronnamcdaniel licked her rubbery lips. Now she knew how the Emilymurphy felt. Between a rock and a hard place and an extra hard rock falling from above. “Okay, okay, yes, the T-Rump has leveled claims of widespread fraud here. And he said that he could see we were dealing with a very fraudulent system. He’s worried about that. But let’s look on the bright side. He also called the Kellyloeffler and the Davidperdue tremendous dinos. Very tremendous, widespread tremendous. Let’s focus on that, shall we?”
Yet another dino hollered above others to be heard in the commotion.
“The Tyrumposaurus, bless his heart, he done informed us time and time again that this whole thing is rigged, it is. How come we have to put in all this time and effort when the race is already decided?”
“No, no, no. It’s not decided. Please don’t say that. I’m new at this deprogramming thing, so please bear with me. It’s a work in progress. This is the key. Trust me. At some point soon we’ll be able to convince you without anybody getting hurt or lasting side effects.”
“Are you talking about the Coronavirus?” asked a concerned elderly lady dino.
“No, ma’am. Please, one crisis at a time. Okay, everyone. My time here is about up.”
“But you just got here.”
“Look, just because I’m leaving in a hurry, don’t lose faith in me, because if you don’t vote and you just walk away like I’m doing now, that’s going to decide it. So do as I say, not as I do, okay?”
Nothing like a little reverse psycho-babble she thought as she scrambled out the exit. She made her way past a little hole-in-the-wall that the Paulmccartney occasionally popped in. Today was one of those days.
Fray after fray, a throne yet to fill
The MAGA, the haggard, are still all taking their stupid pills
As Georgia pleads and reminds them
Vote for your life, don’t be a fool
Though voting fraud is the cancer
Cuz the fools on the Hill
See T-Rump as unsound
But his lies they all fled
Are now running them down
Loeffler, Perdue, heads in a cloud
Kelly, green with her money, David not speaking out loud
But nobody ever fears them
Or their super spreader outbreak
The Covid deaths out of focus
But the fools on the Hill
See T-Rump going down
And the lies they all fled
Are now running them down
And those votes were changed to Biden
They heard T-Rump, the gospel truth
It’s the other side who’s stealing
Cuz the fools on the Hill
See T-Rump going down
And the lies they all fled
Are now running them down
Oh, those votes, found’em, found’em, found’em, found’em
Georgia now out on a limb
Snapping back at the fools
“We’ll boycott then”
The fools on the Hill
See T-Rump going down
And they lies they all fled
Are now running them down
Oh, found’em, found’em, found’em
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David Belisle