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Rip It Up …

The crowd of dinosaurs gazed at the darkening sky overhead. There was a fabulous thunderhead cloud out of which flew an equally fabulous thunderbird. It was going to be one of those days. Such was the weather for the state of the dino union address from the leader of the free-running dino world, the Tyrumposaurus, freshly acquitted from his impeachment trial.

He stepped up to the Flat Rock Lectern, pausing first before the Nancypelosi who squatted one level higher behind the lectern. He handed her a paper-like sheet. It was the latest dino invention, happening quite accidentally when a dino had inadvertently stomped upon the pithy stem of a water plant. Voila, papyrus. Coupled with an ink-like substance from the darker end of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir and the Dino Nation now had the words of the T-Rump to cry themselves to sleep with at night. Footprints in the sand had been much less grating.

The T-Rump handed his speech to the Nancypelosi. She extended her hand to shake his. He ignored it.

“Hang onto this,” he said. Better than anything you’ve ever come up with.” 

“Won’t you be needing it? It’s the only copy.”

“Hell, no. I’m just going to ramble on as I normally do. Straight from the gut.”

He turned to his captive audience of stumble-bums and sycophants.

“Vindicated! That’s me. You can’t convict what the Williambarr can protect. Just like the Muellersavus investigation. Total exoneration. I’m a free dino and watch me roar. We’ll see what the Hunterbiden was up to, just you wait. But first I have to throw the Mittromney under the Priebusunderbus. How dare he vote against me. What’s my world coming to?”

And so it went for the next 90 minutes. A vitriolic spew chastising every dino who had crossed his path in the past two weeks. There was a promise to look after sick dinos, something he’d neglected to do for three years. As he neared the end of his speech, he found religion. Not that it found him.

“And in closing I just want to say God bless me and the ground I walk on. Oh, I almost forgot. Any dino who prays for me is against me. That’s right. They’re fakes. Because I know what they’re praying about. Only I can answer their prayers. Because they don’t now what they’re praying for if they’re not praying for me. You got that, all you prayers out there?”

An ensemble nod from his dino cult. The Nancypelosi rose from her squat, holding the T-Rump’s speech. The Adamschiff raised a hand.

“Excuse me, T-Rump?”

“Yes?”

“Before you leave I wanted to say something.”

“To me?”

“No, to the dino behind you, the Nancypelosi?”

“Before I leave, huh? I heard what you said about me in the Sin Hut trial. You were trying to sound important. I don’t need that around here. I will let you speak because everyone here knows this day is all about me and nothing you can say will change that, you shifty-shift-shift Schiff.”

“Thank you.” 

The Adamschiff focused on the Nancypelosi. He smiled at her then looked overhead at the fabulous thunderbird reappearing out of the equally fabulous thunderhead. Thunder rang out and the Adamschiff sang.

 

I’ve been watching you for months, my lady

Thank you for his impeachment, my lady

T-Rump may think he’s outta reach, my lady

Just wrap your hands around his speech, my lady

 

Rip it up, I hate it

Rip it up, I hate it

 

He’s tryin’ to divide this town, my lady

You know he likes to double down, my lady

He talks about charity, my lady

Still nothin’ for you an’ me, my lady

 

Rip it up, we hate it

Rip it up, we hate it

Rip it up, we hate it

Rip it up, we hate it

 

Well, we gotta treat him like the clown he is

Cuz he thinks that everything is his

You’ve got tricks you ain’t never used

Give it, give it to him, he’s still the accused

 

We’ll get through this together, my lady

Impeachment is forever, my lady

T-Rump may think he’s outta reach, my lady

Just wrap your hands around his speech, my lady

 

Rip it up, I hate it

Rip it up, I hate it

Rip it up, I hate it

Rip it up, I hate it

 

Rip, rip

Rip, rip, rip

Rip it up, we hate it

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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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T-Rumper …

The Grandoldparty Sin Hut dinos looked at one another in the Sin Hut Caper-Cave, a private setting off from the main chamber where they could grin their greasy grins at one another and count their lucky twinkling things in the sky that they had actually pulled it off. A “No” vote of 51-49 had barely carried the day to not allow dino witnesses or any evidence into the Sin Hit’s impeachment trial of their esteemed leader, the Tyrumposaurus. The Marcorubio raised a hand.

“What we accomplished today we can be very proud of. I managed to say with a straight face that even though they had the goods on the T-Rump and they met the level of impeachment, it just isn’t in the best interest of removing the T-Rump because we already have a divided Dino Nation, a division largely caused by the T-Rump himself.”

The other dinos in the cave looked at him blankly, unsure if every time he opened his mouth he wasn’t actually making things worse.

“Ahem,” said the Joniernst. “I don’t want to put too fine a point on it because every time I veer from the T-Rump calling his conversation with the Zelensky the ‘perfect call’ I run the risk of him ripping me to shreds. So I’ll just say that maybe what he did was wrong. Oops, too strong a word. Improper. Let’s go with improper — for him to be seeking dirt from a foreign dino for his own personal gain. And his penalty? Perhaps just a slap on the wrist. A little slap.”

She made like she was brushing a fly off her arm for emphasis. Not a big fly. A little one.

“You got that right, Joni,” said the Lamaralexander. “Improper. I like that. Not too brazen. An after thought almost. Like burping at the side of a carcass. There is no way it rises to the level of high crimes and misdemeanors. Who even knows what those are, anyway?”

Shrugs all around.

“Because we know the T-Rump would never do those things. Therefore, in the interest of all of us keeping our jobs in the Sin Hut, we must agree to never dig further, okay?”

Nods from every dino. The Lisamurkowski raised her hand.

“Um … I just want to point out that I’m all set to go out there and defend my decision to not have witnesses and evidence because this whole process set up by the Kongrus Kave was a disaster from the start. There was never a chance that we were going to have a fair trial in the Sin Hut. It was their fault. Only theirs. Is everyone okay with that?”

The other dinos puzzled.

“Well,” said the Lamaralexander, “we are the Sin Hut. That makes us superior. We don’t have to explain our actions to the lowly Kongrus Kave. Blame everything on them. Partisanship is all their fault.”

With that the Sin Hut dinos adjourned their tail wagging and exited the cave, right into the path of the Tyrumposaurus.

“Well, well, what are you doing for me now? What do you have to say that will be music to my ears? Anything. Hurry up. I need praise, glorification and gratification. Instant, you know. Be quick about it.” 

Fortunately they were. A Sin Hut dino always had to be ready for whatever bizarre mood the T-Rump thrust upon them. The Marcorubio held up his hand. The others watched as his tail twitched, then began slapping the ground, counting them all into an old Beatlemaniac’s number, a number they knew by heart.

 

Got a good reason for taking the easy way out

On his impeachment, I’m taking the easy way out now

I am a T-Rumper, a phony crony yeah

And it was so wrong to bow out, and I bowed out

 

I’m not uneasy, he told me to never care

I’m a bit sleazy, he told me to touch his hair now

I am a T-Rumper, a corrupt cohort yeah

And it was so wrong to sell out, and I sold out

 

Tried to please him, he only called me bad names

Lied to please him, he only picked me to blame now

I am a T-Rumper, a stumbling crumb-bum yeah

It took me so long to get in, and now I’m out

 

T-Rumper

T-Rumper, yeah

T-Rumper

T-Rumper, yeah

T-Rumper

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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 1103 & 1107

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Classic rock to blow away the impeachment blues! This week’s two T-Rump tracks feature: Day 1103 — “Running on Empty” … The Patcippollone has little in the tank … and Day 1107 — “The Final Countdown” … Will the Sin Hut trial have a single witness? What in the dino world is going on?

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The Final Countdown …

A metaphorical meteor of monumental proportions hurtled out of control toward the Milkanhoney Preservation, home to millions of unsuspecting dinosaurs. That meteor was the resounding “No” vote cast by the Lamaralexander at the end of Day Nine of the Tyrumposaurus impeachment trial in the Sin Hut.

The vote on having dino witnesses loomed. If it failed, the vote to remove the T-Rump would quickly follow. Because that’s how the Moscow Mitch trudged. At stake, a stay-at-home dino’s place on the damn food chain. No one doubted the Moscow Mitch’s place atop said chain.

The Adamschiff had done his best to persuade the Sin Hut dinos that they needed to hear from dino witnesses for this to be a fair trial. Those in attendance would say the speeches he gave were the most powerful, moving words heard since the Obamarus. The Adamschiff’s passion, his eloquence and pin-point detail provided overwhelming evidence to the Ukraine Plain shake-down orchestrated by the T-Rump.

Yet it was the Patrickphilbin and the Jaysekulow, a pair of T-Rump legal dinos consistently couching their vapid, nonsensical responses in hypocrisy, lies and innuendo, thus providing woefully inadequate cover the groveling Grandoldparty Sin Hut dinos readily glommed upon like a pack of 50-ton Diplodocuses bringing home a dung beetle for supper. A swift closure to the shameful sham of a trial looked inevitable.

The Johnbolton never had a chance. He had first-hand knowledge of the incriminating information linking the battle campaign assistance the T-Rump offered to the Zelensky for damaging dirt on the Joebiden. But the Grandoldparty dinos did not want to hear from him. They would rather stare down at the ground, mumbling to themselves than stumble into the truth. Had the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir become the Moscovian Bluffs?

With the flip of the tail from the Lamaralexander, the vote on the presentation of evidence was now on the shakiest of ground. This may well be the last chance to right this wrong. To save truth, justice and the dinosaur dream. Oh sure, the Mittromney and the Susancollins would come through. But what about the Lisamurkowski? The Lisamurkowski. The word ricocheted off the walls of the brains of millions of dinos laying awake in their caves staring helplessly at their dripping ceilings.

This was the first impeachment trial in 15 previous occasions where no evidence, not one dino toe-nail had been presented. It would set an unthinkable dino precedent. The four dozen-or-so Grandoldparty dinos seemed ready to gamble their legacies that not having witnesses in a trial was a good thing if that meant keeping the T-Rump in power. They would live to fight another day. The question was, what would this new dino world look like?

Would it be a world where the T-Rump did as he pleased because he only had to — as the Alandershowitz had argued — tell the Dino Nation that whatever nefarious deed the T-Rump was plotting, he was just seeking to remain their leader and, after all, that was obviously in their best interest. Because he said so.

Once the dinos laying awake with their dripping ceilings managed to shake the Lisamurkowski from their minds, they only found themselves in more shock. Where was rhyme, reason and logic? How had so many Sin Hut dinos come down with an acute case of Cracked Walnuts? Dino society was cracking alright. Morals. Scruples. Ethics. These were words the hardiest of dinos had finally grasped, only to see them now on the verge of  disappearing from the dino’s limited lexicon, given this unfathomable turn of events.

Doomed. Doomed dinos they were. Was this it? Was the fat lady dino singing already? If you listened closely, it sure sounded like it.

 

We’re crying together

T-Rump is not well

And the Sin Hut is stacked

To take us to hell

 

There are so many to blame

Cray-cray profound

Will things ever be the same again?

 

It’s the final countdown

The final countdown

 

He’s the stable genius

A public cabal

No witness has seen us

They’re hiding them all

Our subpoenas have years to go

With more sand to pound

Liberty, we’ll all miss her so

 

It’s the final countdown

The final countdown

The final countdown

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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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Running on Empty …

“Well, well, chief justice dino,” said the Patcippollone, “we meet again.”

“According to the schedule.”

“Right, right. Heh-heh. Just killing some time. Chief justice, dino members of that other ilk, we spoke with you for just two hours on the weekend because we know you all have much more important things to do than preserving the Milkanhoney Preservation as we know it. We didn’t of course want to rain on any parades. And, oh yes, I bring further good news. Today may be just as brief. Okay, much briefer.”

He wiped his brow nervously.

“Without any further adieu, hold onto your tails because we are going to blow apart, that’s right, blow apart, the Donkeykongrus’ weak case on not one but two fronts. Burden sharing and Ukraine Plain corruption. I know, shocking, isn’t it?”

He pointed to the Donkeykongrus legal dinos.

“Look at them quaking there where they squat. Burden sharing. They flinched. Did you see that? The T-Rump was not going to help the Ukraine Plain unless other dino nations jumped in to help too. What? The T-Rump lead the way on compassion? I don’t think so. Never mind that the T-Rump didn’t give two hoots about corruption in the Ukraine Plain until two nanoseconds after the Joebiden entered the battle campaign. Uh, moving right along. Ukraine Plain corruption. Stop me if you’re heard this before.”

He paused.

“I don’t see anyone stopping me. Okay, well, uh … you see, it’s like this. You’re going to have to give us a mulligan on this one, okay? Please? We really don’t want to have to call a witness like the Joebiden to rake him over the coals because then we would have to let them call the Mickmulvaney or the Johnbolton or the Mikepompeo and no, no, no, no, no … we abso-positively cannot have that. So, you’re just going to have to take our word for it on this one. Now then, where was I?”

“Burden sharing and Ukraine Plain corruption,” said the chief justice.

“Right. Well, then. That’s, uh … that’s it.”

He looked over to the Jaysekulow, who shrugged.

“I got nothin’.”

“What do you mean you have nothing? I just started. We have 22 hours to fill.”

“Look, Pat. I reconsidered what I was going to say and realized that if I get up and say half of these things, I may never work in these swamp waters again. I need these swamp waters.”

“Oh.”

“And Pat?”

“Yes?”

“Let’s be real. I only had about 10 or 15 good minutes anyway. Y’know?”

“Oh, okay. Sure.”

A big thumbs up and a wink from the Jaysekulow.

“Go, get em. Lead the way, Pat. We’re counting on you, bud.”

The Patcippollone gulped. A serious case of flop sweat consumed him. Okay, okay. I got this, he thought. Never let them see you sweat except I am standing in a freaking puddle. He made a split second decision that would go down in dino impeachment history. Ho-hum, so many moments already had. The T-Rump’s lead legal dino nodded off-stage to the Jacksonbrownean dino aides assembled there. He turned back to the presiding Johnroberts.

“Okay, chief justice. More to the point, obviously a little more detail is necessary here — not that we need more evidence, just a talking point or two, but allow me to, ahem, fill more of this oh-so valuable time that’s been allotted to us for our all-important impeachment defense. Oh, what the hey, hit it, boys!” 

 

Lookin’ out at the crowd hushed up by appeals

Lookin’ back at the fear we caused from so many cooked-up deals

In sixty-five I wasn’t born yet, so I was, uh … minus one 

I don’t know where I’m goin’ now, I’m just runnin’ on

 

Runnin’ on — runnin’ on empty

Runnin’ on — runnin’ blind

Runnin’ — I’ve just begun — but have nothin’ in mind

 

Gotta do what I can just to keep T-Rump alive

Tryin’ not to just lose it, is it too soon to take five?

In sixty-nine I was only three and I once chewed on this bone

I don’t know when that bone turned into the bone I’m on

 

Runnin’ on – runnin’ on empty

Runnin’ on – runnin’ blind

Runnin’ — comin’ undone — and with nothin’ in mind 

 

Every law I know, every court you go

Some may need impeachment to believe

I don’t know about anything but see

If I can incite, not sound too contrite 

If I can get T-Rump’s tweet before I leave

 

Lookin’ out at the crowd, can’t help but hear their squeals

I don’t know to tell you but it’s a wound that never heels

I look around for Sekulow because he used to pull me through

Lookin’ into his eyes, I see him runnin’ too

 

Runnin’ on – runnin’ on empty

Runnin’ on – runnin’ blind

Runnin’ on, almost done, I have nothin’ in mind

 

Funny that T-Rump sent me

He knows they have us in a bind

I’d love to stick-it-to’em, but I’m runnin’ on blind 

You know I don’t even know what we’re hopin’ to find

Runnin’ on — and I’m done! We had nothin’ in mind

 

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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 1096 & 1100

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We dig through some classic dinosaur rock to arrive at this week’s show: Day 1096 — “Poor, Poor Pitiful Me” … the miserable T-Rump wallows in impeachment hell … and Day 1100 — “53-47” … the Zeppelinsaurus ventures down a famous path that all dinos are destined to walk. Enjoy. A tip of the tail to Linda Ronsdadt and Led Zeppelin.

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53-47 …

“Chief Justice, I just want to reiterate that the Donkeykongrus did not allow us due process when they deposed the few dinos that slipped through our hands into that subterranean chamber we forgot all about. It’s a crime that that happened. A down-and-out, filthy, abhorrent, despicable crime. And it is with that bad taste of utter disgust in my mouth that I yield my time to my colleague, the Jaysekulow.”

The Jaysekulow approached the flat rock lectern and dramatically slapped tails with the Patcippollone as they passed each other. The Patcippollone pumped his fist.

“Just like the M-B-S. Oops. Did I say that?”

“Chief Justice,” said the Jaysekulow, “this whole thing is a charade of a bad dream of an enigma wrapped in dino dung. I mean, c’mon. Really?” He wiped his brow. “And now, I’m going to start yelling.” He paused to look at the Adamschiff. “I can’t believe you’re charging the T-Rump, our leader, with a crime! You can’t! He didn’t commit a crime and even if he did, you can’t charge him with one! Don’t you understand? We win both ways. Both ways! Okay?! I yield, dammit! Because you guys make me so mad.” 

He shook himself like a wet dog and returned to his squatting post. The Patcippollone returned, their tail slaps badly whiffing in mid-air this time, the Jaysekulow losing his balance and falling down, only infuriating him more. The Chief Justice stifled a grin.

“Chief Justice,” said the Patcippollone, “I want to get back to that subterranean chamber thing …”

And so it went for the next two hours. The Patcippollone and the Jaysekulow tag-teaming the same half dozen tired talking points, regurgitating lies and half-chewed locusts as defense legal dinos for the Tyrumposaurus on Day One of his impeachment trial.

The Sin Hut dinos were not allowed to leave. Carnivores had to eat grass. That left the herbivores on a 12-hour fast. They also couldn’t stray too far to pee. With 100 Sin Hut dinos in place, nearby trees paid the price. The changing wind and the resulting urine scent wafting through the chamber only soured the monotony of the Cippollone-Sekulow sideshow.

Off to the side, the Zeppelinsaurus squatted, watching dinos from both sides laying down the groundwork of the trial. The rules. There was the Moscowmitch calling the shots, his turtle-like head lolling about as he looked around, head then bobbing up and down at the odd chuckle of his smug prowess. Overseeing the shenanigans of his supposed best and brightest.

Upset at the goings on, the Zeppelinsaurus rose from his squat. There appeared to be little or no headway for the Donkeykongrus in the Sin Hut today. Vote after vote along dino species lines. The Zeppelinsaurus left the proceedings, starting down a long path leading to … nowhere he thought. What does this all mean? Common sense as well had left the proceedings. The leader of the free-running dino world had bribed a foreign dino leader for damaging information on a rival in the next battle campaign. Under normal circumstances, a dino leader would be ripped apart for such a transgression. The Donkeykongrus had duly impeached the T-Rump and now the Grandoldparty dinos, led by the Moscowmitch, were trying to pretend it never happened. 

“Oh, we may listen to your relevant evidence at some point,” the Moscowmitch had said. “You’ll, heh-heh, have to trust me on that one.”

The Zeppelinsaurus’ subdued nature set in like a cold fog. He frowned at the path he’d ventured down. Deep in the jungle, trudging downhill through a muddy morass. Would life itself take a tumble? He worried and fretted about what was happening. Sleepless nights of tossing and turning jumbled thoughts over in his mind. Where was the hope of a better day? Where was the promise of tomorrow? He kept thinking about that woman. That female dino in the Sin Hut. Being a creative dino of sorts, words came to him along with a haunting melody, helping to release this melancholy mindset that his heart, his conscience could hold onto no longer. 

 

There’s a lady who’s old, Susancollins we’re told

And she’s why we’re at 53-47

When she gets there, who knows, will her mind still be closed

With a word she can get what she came for

Ooh, ooh, and she’s why we’re at 53-47

 

They are deaf to it all but she wants to be sure

‘Cause you know Adam’s words are compelling

In a trial by the book, there’s a jailbird who sings

Someday all of the evidence will be given

 

Ooh, he’ll put us under

Ooh, he’ll put us under

 

There’s a feeling I get when Mitch lies at his worst

And my stomach is crying for heaving

In my thoughts I have seen rings of conspiracy

And the voices of those lock-step marching

 

Ooh, he’ll put us under

Ooh, he’ll really put us under

 

And it’s obvious soon, if we don’t change the tune

Then the T-Rump will lead us to treason

And a new hell will burn for those standing strong

And all justice will join the hereafter

 

Just watch the ripple in the swamp grow, all those in the know

It’s just recycling for the fake king

Yes, there are two loops you can be in, both the wrong one

There’s still time to leave this cult you’re in

 

And he’ll put us under

 

Their heads are turning and four won’t go, because they don’t know

How T-Rump will come down upon them

Dear Susan, can you hear the real blow, “a favor though?”

Your legacy now in the grand dust bin

 

And as we find no truth to hold

And Rachelmaddow calms our soul

There walks the Collins we all know

She shines a light that doesn’t show

How everyone is bought and sold

And the stonewall so very hard

Obstruction to the very last

Democracy now in peril

Once our rock and now a hole

 

And she’s why we’re at 53-47

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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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Poor, Poor Pitiful Me …

The Tymelania looked scornfully down her long, scaly snout at her husband, the Tyrumposaurus.

“I cannot … I will not take this any more. I am tired of the way the other dinosaurs treat me. I say Be Best and they laugh. That is not Be Best. That is Be Wildly Wicked. Wildly wicked, I’m telling you.”

With her thick accent, her w’s sounded like throaty, drawn-out v’s. Wildly wicked sounded like ‘vildly vicked.’

“Vickie? Vicky who? I’m sorry, Tymelania. What were you saying?”

“T-Rump, you are not even listening to me! What is wrong with you?”

“Well, excuse me. There’s this little thing going on right now — an impeachment? Only the third time in history. That’s me, thank you very much. Could you maybe cut me some slack. Just a teensy little bit?”

She had to give him that. Still, the way he treated her. She felt like she’d been tossed out of the Oval Dwelling herself a long time ago. About two days after moving in. Think of Baron. Think of Baron. Her mind played over those three words, her soothing, daily mantra.

“What can I do for you? What is? I will listen. I will be best.”

“What is it? Are you blind?”

“I think you mean deaf.”

“I’m being impeached for crying out loud. And I didn’t even do anything wrong! It was the perfect conversation.”

“You mean like the one we’re having now? Okay. I listened to you. Now you will listen to me.”

God, he hated when she said it like that. Like he owed it to her. He didn’t owe her anything. He’d beat the damn pre-nup. No, he didn’t owe anybody anything. The authorities were idiots. They were all wrong.

“Okay, okay,” he said, in a fake attempt to calm things down. “You’re right. I should probably listen to you more. I just need you to listen to my new song first. Then I will give you some moolah-moolah and meet with you later.”

“This is me you’re talking to. Not the Zelensky! And I am not going to listen to your song. It only makes me angry. How can you sing when I’m so upset? Do you even see my frown?”

She turned in a huff and left.

“Fine!” He hollered after her. “I will sing it myself. And listen to it myself. I’m doing everything by myself. Because I am the stable genius. Remember?”

With that he was in the perfect mood. A melancholy state that lent itself to the low-key mental state required for his latest musical lamentation.

 

Well I need more lawyers to talk more smack 

Waitin’ on Giuliani

But Mitch don’t want Rudy here no more

Poor poor pitiful me

 

Poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor pitiful me

Why are they doin’ this to me?

They’re all dopes and babies!

Woe woe is me

 

Well, all my cronies, the swamp neighborhood

We’re all just playin’ games

Well, Pelosi worked me over good

Just like Letitia James

Yes, they said impeachment was for good

They are a disgrace to their gender

If I change one falsehood, Lord

My base will go on a bender

 

Poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor pitiful me

Levparnas won’t let me be

Get Williambarr for me

Woe woe is me

 

Well, I had a bad dream the other day

Caused me lots of trauma

McCain picked me up and threw me down

He said “You ain’t no Obama.”

 

Poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor pitiful me

Adamschiff won’t let me be

Dershowitz works for free

Woe woe is me

 

Poor poor poor me

Poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor poor me

Poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor poor me

Poor poor pitiful me

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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 1089 & 1093

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We have two terrific T-Rump tracks for you this week: Day 1089 — “Intent and Imminence” … The Mincepencenow wonders what in the strawberry alarm clock is going on? … and Day 1093 — “The Power of Lev” … The Levparnas opens up. Feel the power!