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Won’t Get Fooled Again …

It was a tale of two committees. One of Trumpassic trauma, that being the T-Rump’s rally in Dairyland where Covid’s skyrocketing infection rates were only topped by the T-Rump’s vanity. If a dino didn’t know better, their leader was intent on putting their species on the fast track to extinction. In the other camp, the Joebiden was holding a walk-in rally for Donkeykongrus faithful in the Sweet Carolinas. All dinosaurs in attendance were impeccably social distanced with at least one Iguanasaurus tail between them. There were only 16 days remaining before the big November battle. 27 million dinos had already weighed in with their precious pick for the next dino at the top of the flesh-eating food chain.

The Joebiden fairly bounced onto the stage, his spry knees belying his 77 years. He’d spent decades helping dinos of all stripes in present day Scranton-Wilkes-Barre — in dino times known affectionately as Scrotum-Wispy-Hair. 

“Hello, everybody. How are you all doing?”

A roar from the colossal reptilian crowd.

“I want you to know we’re working hard. We’re competing like we never did before because there’s so much riding on this, so very much on the line. The very soul of Dino Nation is at stake. As my dino coach used to say at Delidinoware U., it’s go-time. Go, go, go. Then go some more. Don’t vote twice though. Just go. Go, go, go. You get the idea.”

“But what it gets down to is this. I can’t state this any simpler. Four years with this monster at the helm of our darkest nightmares was bad enough. Four more years of this tyrannical Tyrumposaurus will destroy our dino democracy. His lack of a response to the Coronavirus is the biggest failure of a dino administration that can’t even put one big foot in front of the other. They don’t even try. They’re in quicksand up to their necks and they’re saying it’s my fault. I’m not the leader of Dino Nation. Yet.”

“And in the middle of this catastrophic pandemic what do they do? What takes precedence over the Coronavirus relief we need in these desperate times? Surely they must have some Plan B or a Plan C they’re ready to replace their Plan A with — you know, the one that never saw the light of day? Nope. Sorry. Come back another day. All that pales beside a Dino Supreme Court hearing where they are the ones packing a court before our very eyes. Right. A decision most of you want after the election. But don’t get me started on that.”

“As the Chuckschumer said, we’re keeping every option on the flat rock table. And every day those options are coming closer into focus. The record number of early votes cast thus far are looking very encouraging. But we can’t stop now. Keep ‘em coming. Every last one because a landslide vote is the best response to a dino trying to dictate his way to the gloom and doom no self-respecting dino wants. Here’s the deal. A good friend of mine, the Rogerdaltry, has dropped by to sing a song for us as we face the most important election of our lives. So forget the Park-Ave Path. Remember Scrotum-Wispy-Hair!”

Our Joebiden can’t be beat

Though T-Rump will try to cheat

Then his quarrels and his tight grip will be gone 

And the folks who spurred him on

They all sat four years too long

A free ride where not one said he’s wrong

So let’s get back all our old institutions 

Most laid low by T-Rump’s convolutions

Smile and grin, we’re Biden-Harris bound

Pick up T-Rump, don’t delay

Throw the key away

Because no matter what he’ll say

We won’t get fooled again

His best and brightest, a new swamp tide

When Covid’s done, who’s gonna be alive?

See suburban women and you hear them cry

Oh, we know Q-Anon is our blackest eye

Yeah!

We’re tired of his tweets

Never did have papa’s knee

So he rallies with his base, lie by lie

And the party on the left

Will be the party for what’s right

Until conservatives agree to oversight

So let’s get back all our old institutions

Most laid low by T-Rump’s convolutions

Smile and grin, we’re Biden-Harris bound

Pick up T-Rump, don’t delay

Throw the key away

He no longer has a say

Yeah!

Meet the new boss

We will bear his cross

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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 1362 & 1366

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This week’s pair of T-Rump Traxx include:  Day 1362 — “Mar-a-Guano” … The T-Rump gets a lot done at his Neverglades flogging resort. For himself. … and Day 1366 — “Hunterbiden” … Is it an October surprise or a rehash of bad hash? … Dino tail wags to the Eagles and Jay Ferguson. Enjoy!

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Mar-a-Guano …

Dinosaur teeth gnashed, nostrils flared and Cheezbuggabuggas disappeared like a Donkeykongrus Subpoenasaurae. It was another fast food feast at Mar-a-Guano, the Tyrumposaurus’ flogging resort in the Neverglades. The T-Rump raised his Dietcoker

“Here’s to good friends. Good friends who want something from me and are willing to pay handsomely for it.”

The T-Rump coughed loudly. A wealthy dino from the Georgia Orchard raised a short arm.

“T-Rump, you don’t still have the Covid, do you?”

“Oh, that? That was just a chunk of Cheezbuggabugga I didn’t feel like chewing. Don’t worry about me. I feel better than I did twenty years ago. Ah, the Marla years …”

Another cough from the T-Rump.

“Another chunk. I’ll be fine.”

The T-Rump was wracked by a long, messy coughing fit. 

The Georgia Orchard dino was concerned.

“About that special swamp water y’all been drinking? You know, the kind we can’t get? You were in bad shape last week, T-Rump. We didn’t come here to get sick and die. And, uh, by the way, that swamp water could just be maskin’ your symptoms. It’s just helpin’ with the inflammation. It ain’t no Covid cure. Nosirrree.”

“Hey! Who let a doctor in here? You’re just like the Mediacircustops. Blowing this pandemic all out of proportion. You can beat Covid. I did. So, eat up. Get in there, close together. Rub those elbows. Here, let me hand them out to everybody. You can say I touched your Cheezbuggabugga. You’ll be s-o-o-o-o popular with your friends. Cheezbuggabuggas for all. I spared no expense. Trust me, we’ve rounded the corner on this Covid thing. I don’t know where they’re getting this 400,000 dead dinos by February number. I’ve already saved 2 million. That puts us w-a-a-a-a-y ahead of the game. Scientists. Hmmph. Who needs’em?”

A Land of Longhorns dino in the Cheezbuggabugga line raised a short arm.

“Thanks again for having us here at Mar-a-Guano. We’re so privileged. We all sincerely hope you win the November Battle. Otherwise why would we all be here, right, dinos?”

Nods all around from the chomping, dripping dino mugs.

“Of course that’s why you’re here,” said the T-Rump. “And that brings us to the entertainment portion of today’s big shin-dig. To remind us why you keep coming back to my home sweet Neverglades home. Again and again. Could we have a slow, melancholy backdrop, because this is serious stuff.”  

Mar-a-Guano, let’s talk about the finances

Gotta improve your chances, pay for play now

Oh, she’s a good one

Making a million-five per season

A good enough reason you

Should get on board now

So you want to be an ambassador

Welcome to my stable

Membership’s a quarter mill and then you’re all set

A revenue stream, the finest thing

Centerpiece on every table

Dined here 400 times and I haven’t paid yet.

Mar-a-Guano, oh, she’s the world’s eighth wonder

Don’t wait any longer for that government loan

The dinners, the galas, I have a lotta folks talking

I’m glad you came knocking, here, I’ll throw you a bone

This is my comfort zone, it’s no surprise

I reap rewards as you patronize

Favors you seek, the gatekeeper you pay

Close access has its highs and lows

Isn’t it funny how the most money holds sway?

Mar-a-Guano, she’s now the best of your chances

Come book a few dances, I raised the rate

Special interests reign, in the swamp I drain for you

You get an inside track to policy

An inside track to policy

You’d better get some money to me before it’s too late

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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 1355 & 1359

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This week’s double offering of T-Rump’s trials and tribulations include … Day 1355 — “Who Will It Be Now?” … The Oval Dwelling is awash with Coronavirus! … and Day 1359 — “Debate Pretender” … the Dino Vice President hopefuls square off against one another. … Big dino tail wags to Men At Work and The Platters.

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Debate Pretender …

“I’m going to talk now about the Crookadillary,” droned on the Mincepencenow.

“Mr. Vice President,” said the Susanpage, moderator of the Vice Presidential Dino Debate. “You are over your two minutes.”

“Hold that thought, I think it’s time to give our great T-Rump another plug on his great leadership in guiding us through this pandemic.”

“We are not through it,” said the Kamalaharris. “There are seven-point-five million dinos who have caught the disease and 210 thousand have died. This is the greatest failure of any dino administration in the history of the Milkanhoney Preservation.”

“No, it’s not. The T-Rump stopped every last Asiasaurae dino from coming over.”

The Kamalaharris gave him a stern look.

“Mr. Vice President, I’m speaking.”

“Joebiden xenophobic.”

“Mr. Vice President, you’re not making good choices.”

“Marshalling of millions of resources.”

“Mr. Vice President, mother said stop.”

“Huh?”

The Mincepencenow finally knocked off his game, the moderator jumped in.

“Sin Hut Dino Harris, since you and the Joebiden are hopelessly ahead in the polls and are essentially playing a don’t-do-any-damage game here, I will direct the next series of questions to the Mincepencenow to give him an opportunity to gain some points — any points — with Dino Nation.”

The Kamalaharris raised a short arm to object, but the Mincepencenow cut her off.

“Yes, let’s get into the specifics that our dear dinos at home want to hear.”

“Mr. Vice President, what can you tell us about the T-Rump’s health? There has been a glaring lack of transparency on this note.”

“Yes, well, the Obamarus did a terrible, terrible job on the swine flu.”

“We’re not talking about the swine flu.”

“But the Obamarus is indeed a swine. A spying swine.”

“Moving on, Mr. Vice President, on the topic of the Grandoldparty dinos trying to jam through the Amyconeybarrett nomination as the next Dino Supreme Court Justice …”

“Soleimani. Soleimani, Soleimani, Soleimani.”

“What?”

“The T-Rump killed him. Long live the T-Rump.”

“Last chance, Mr. Vice President. Dinos with pre-existing conditions …”

“Thank you for that great question.”

“But I haven’t even asked it yet.”

He turned to the Kamalaharris.

“I have a better question for you. You’re going to stack the Dino Supreme Court if you win, aren’t you?”

A fly landed on the Vice President’s head.

“Go ahead, say yes or I will for you.”

She cocked an eye.

“There’s a fly on your head.”

“No, there’s not.”

“I’m afraid she’s right,” the moderator chimed in. He snorted in disgust.

“And here we see, once again, the Mediacircustops left backing up another socialist claim.”

The Kamalaharris pointed at him.

“He’s laying an egg.”

“I am not. Stop playing politics with people’s lives.”

“That’s rich. Red regions, blue regions, anyone?”

“You’re not entitled to your own facts.”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to step in here,” said the Susanpage. “Mr. Vice President, your boss has told 20,000 documented lies. How can you possibly squat there and say such a thing?”

“Because … because …” 

And he launched into song.

Oh-oh, yes, I’m the debate pretender

Pretending that T-Rump’s doing well

My need is such that I’ll say this much

I think we’re all going to hell

Oh-oh, yes, I’m the debate pretender

A stiff for the goof on his throne

I’ll play his game but to my real shame

He’d ditch me to grift on his own

To kneel before him and to hear his spiel

To kneel’s the deal and now hear me squeal

Yes, I’m the debate pretender

Just lining up beside this clown

It seems we all have been caught, pity

My nose is still the darkest brown

Pretending that we won’t go down

To kneel before him and to hear his spiel

To kneel’s the deal and now hear me squeal!

Yes, I’m the debate pretender

Just lining up beside this clown

It seems we all have been caught, pity

My nose is still the darkest brown

Pretending that we won’t go 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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Who Will It Be Now? …

“Look,” the Markmeadows put on his serious, burnt-red-cheek-bones look for the dozen dino doctors before him. “I know you guys pretty much tell the truth most of the time.”

“Ahem. That would be all the time,” said the blank-faced Seanconley.

“Really? Wow. That’s good. Real good. But I need you to forget about that for now because we need you to lie for us. A lot.”

“But what about transparency?”

“You’re not listening  We are making stuff up, doctor. Left and right. C-D-C, remember? Work with me now.”

“The, um, press briefing was supposed to start 20 minutes ago.”

“And they can wait another 20 minutes until we get our stories straight. Now then, no vitals, no lung damage report, no-no-no … and don’t even think about telling them when his last negative test was.”

“No negative test date? Not even as a public courtesy for those possibly infected?”

“Possibly? We’ve got projection models that show Trump’s numbers going through the roof.”

“And he thinks that’s his popularity and not the Covid cases.”

“How’d you guess? You should see the skeleton staff in the Oval Dwelling.”

“And that’s what they may well be in a month. It’s beginning to sound like we’d be better off just staying put. Why even go out there?”

“Because the T-Rump said so, because we are tragically behind in the polls and because the Moscowmitch is on life support panic mode that he’s going to lose his shot at a third Dino Supreme Court justice. Let me deal with the politics and you focus on the happy talk. Go ahead and throw in a chuckle if you want. Don’t laugh too much though. Nobody likes a loopy doctor.”

“Of course not.”

“So, we’re good then?”

“You bet. We’ve got this all under control.”

The dino doctors stepped out of the cave and stepped around the flat rock lectern to line up side-by-side, all ten of them. They locked arms and began swishing their tails about. Rhythmically.

The Markmeadows jaw dropped. Ohmigod. They were going to do a song and dance number. A song and dance number? N-o-o-o-o! Say it ain’t so!

Who will it be knocking Covid’s door?

That garden party sure ran up the score

We hope that T-Rump will be alright

Even though he’ll never see the light

Now Hopehix has to stay at home

Kellyanne was also in his zone

Tillis, Johnson knocked off-stride

And all those Mikelee hugged outside

Who will it be now?

Who will it be now?

Who will it be now?

Who will it be now?

Who will it be knocking Covid’s door?

Moscowmitch, afraid he’ll lose the floor

His third judge, now held at bay

All his cronies can’t come out to play

Ronnamcdaniel, up on the shelf

Like Chrischristie, she couldn’t help herself

Nature’s law, Billybarr could not bend

Quarantine welcomes all they send

Who will it be now?

Who will it be now?

Who will it be now?

Who will it be now?

The election will be here any day

T-Rump is on his knee

Say goodbye to his autocracy

There goes Mcenany

Uh-oh!

O-o-o-h, who will it be now?

Who will it be now?

Who will it be now?

Who will it be now?

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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 1348 & 1352

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This week’s podcast features: Day 1348 — “Election Rigging” … It’s that time of year when the Grandoldparty dinos pull out all the stops … and Day 1352 — “Stand By” … A slip of the tongue lands the T-Rump in some very hot swamp water. Dino tail wags to the Beatles and Ben E. King for satirical inspiration. Enjoy!

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Stand By …

The Chriswallace sighed deeply. What had he done to deserve this? Here he was, moderating the first Tyrumposaurus-Joebiden debate, a political landmark event 70 million dinos had showed up for. Wallace had hoped to pin this debate as the hallmark of his career, but all he could channel at this point were the 70 million salivating dinos behind him thinking the same thought. 

Don’t just sit there, do something!

The T-Rump had belittled, besmirched and basically interrupted the Joebiden every time the poor dino had opened his mouth.

The Chriswallace had tried. Oh, Lordy, how he’d tried to control the uncontrollable. He’d interjected nicely at first, then raised his voice to match their level before finally lowering himself, as an abused victim might, cajoling the T-Rump that perhaps he would actually enjoy the next question. If only to stop the ranting and raving. This was after all the leader of the free-running dino world. And he now had to ask this important question again because the free-running dino world depended on it.

“Will you denounce the white-striped supremacy dinos?”

“What do you want me to call them?”

“Please pay attention. I just told you.”

“The Not-So-Proud Boy dinos,” prompted the Joebiden.

“I’m not talking to you,” snapped the T-Rump. “I think I’ll just debate Chris now. You’re not from a blue region, are you, Chris? Because all blue region dinos are nasty dinos. Very nasty.”

“Oh, no you don’t. We’re waiting for your response, T-Rump. And no vague recollections or banal, dust in the wind generalities. We must have specifics. I would like a direct, full-throated repudiation so that this dino democracy may actually outlive you.”

“It’s all the left’s fault. Those Antifasauarae, you’d better watch out, Joe. They’ll overthrow you.”

“Will you shut up, man?”

That finally shut up the T-Rump for a few seconds. The Chriswallace took another stab. 

“We’re waiting, T-Rump.”

The dino divider-in-chief harrumphed and frowned.

“Alright then. But I’m going to sing my response.”

The Joebiden smirked.

“I’ve heard of dog whistles but this is ridiculous.”

The Chriswallace would take small victories where he could, no matter how sublime.

And so somewhere in the wasteland that was Covid a dino began snapping his fingers to an old familiar beat.

When the night … has come

And I raise my thumb

And then soon with my tweet you’ll see why

So the votes, when they’re made

Oh, when I feel betrayed

So be strong and stand back

And stand by

Get startin’ marchin’

Stand back for now, oh, stand by and spy

Oh, stand back, just stand back 

And stand by

And that’s why this election is

A good rumble this fall

And the Biden should stumble, he ain’t spry

You won’t die, you won’t die

Like Covid, have no fear

Just as long as you stand back

And stand by

Get startin’ marchin’

Stand back for now, oh, stand by and spy

Oh, stand back, just stand back

And stand by

Startin’ marchin’

Stand back for now, oh, stand by and spy

Oh, stand back, I’m your guy

And stand by

So, until there is trouble, just stand back for now

Oh, stand by, that’s how

Won’t you stand back?

Stand back and stand by

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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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Election Rigging …

The Tyrumposaurus tossed and turned in his sleep. Three Cheezbuggabuggas and a couple of Dietcokers battled valiantly in his belly. But that was only half the passed gas. Tomorrow’s big debate with the Joebiden weighed heavily on his mind. He hadn’t prepared anything. Why start now? Oh, he’d tried doing a mock battle with the Rudygiuliani playing the role of the Joebiden but it wouldn’t work because they kept lying to each other. Just the thought of the Joebiden trying to outlie him made his cold blood boil. No, he would go with his gut, once it quieted down.

But there was more. Those damn, conniving, sniveling Mediacircustops were at it again. The Newyorktimesian dino — from his home region! A damning disaster of a story. On a Sunday, no less. Who does such a thing? Damn their skinny-tailed, fake news lies. Now Dino Nation would think he, the glorious T-Rump, actually owed moolah-moolah leaves. Four million. Due in four years. And he was down to his last 700,000, give or take. Hadn’t he given that much to the Tyvanka for showing up every now and then in the Oval Dwelling? Of course he’d overvalued his many luxury caves along the way. The authorities simply forgot to take into account their sentimental value. That was it.

The Mytaxus Returnus skins he shed in a pair of recent Aprils amounted to 750 moolah-moolah leaves each time. A plug-in number. But it was the thought that counted. He didn’t want to be accused of not shedding some tax skin for 13 of 18 years. 11 was bad enough. But now he was in deep dino doo-doo. Four years would fly by. The past four had. But look at what he’d accomplished. Then the debt-collecting dino would be at his door. He had to win the November Battle and do away with term limits or all was lost.  

His stomach gurgled anew and he drifted off into the abysmal abyss where dark nightmares of Solitary Sinkhole customs unfolded and Yellow Submarinae dinos roamed, singing an ominous soundtrack that looped in his mind, playing over and over, laying bare the stark truths of the only game plan he had left.

Ah, look at all the only evil

Ah, look at all the only evil

Election rigging jacks up the price with the worst virus spreading again 

T-Rump’s playing mean

Base for the bimbo, swearing in case it may keep him as czar for four more

Armed for a war

All the only evil

All under T-Rump’s thumb

All the only evil

How could they be so wrong?

Robber McConnell fighting absurd for the battleground legalese dear

It becomes clear 

Look at him smirking, jamming the court with a judge, what he once called unfair 

How does he dare?

All the only evil

All under T-Rump’s thumb

All the only evil

How could they be so wrong?

Ah, look at all the only evil

Ah, look at all the only evil

Election rigging, Day of the Lurch, they all scurried, all strong with his name

The mail then came

After the frenzy, Biden is first, T-Rump stands and he blocks with a wave.

Democracy’s grave

All the only evil

(Ah, look at the only evil)

All under T-Rump’s thumb

All the only evil

(Ah, look at the only evil)

How could they be so wrong?

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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!