Your Bi-Weekly Trumpassic Period Poop
The Mediacircustops elbowed each other for position. It was another impeachment scrum and the news was positively juicy. Dinos couldn’t wait to take a bite out of it.
The Moscowmitch stepped up to the rocky lectern.
Day 1054 — “Up On Crapper Creek” … and Day 1058 — “I’ll Be Impeached by Christmas”
“In conclusion,” said the dinosaur inspector general, the Michaelhorowitz, “Our investigation of the investigators showed that while they made a few mistakes in their treatment of the vapid vagabond, the Carterpage, …
“You say those are the facts, Dana, but you don’t know. Only I know.”
The Markmeadows was red in the face. Again. If it was possible to watch a 60-year-old dino throw a hissy-fit pout, this was it. In a matter of minutes the Danabash, a dogged Mediacircustops, …
Day 1047 — “Talk to Us” … and Day 1051 — “I Left My Heart in Kiev, Ukraine”
“Where’s Rudy?”
It was the popular refrain these days. The Impeachment Days. Or the salad days for unsuspecting herbivores who once trusted their governing dinos. The Grandoldparty defense of whataboutism-hearsay-bad process-repeat …
