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Kool-Aid …

The Jeremydiamond trained his eye on the Tyrumposaurus at the flat rock lectern. The young Mediacircustops had long stopped listening to the T-Rump blathering on with his empty excuses, lexicon of lies and bumbling baffle-gab. It all blended into blatant promotion for the upcoming November battle. No, the Jeremydiamond was there to ask hard-hitting questions to allow Dino Nation to see their leader for who he really was beneath the bombastic buffoonery that was his anemic, long-running national response to the Coronavirus pandemic.

“Questions?”

The Jeremydiamond’s arm shot up.

“T-Rump, the Nancypelosi expressed concern about your lapping up Hydroxychloroquine from the unsafe, sketchy end of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir. She said she was concerned about your health, especially your morbid obesity.”

“She’s incompetent. Grossly incompetent. You go tell her that.”

“T-Rump, she’s already said she refuses to argue with you because it’s like, let me get her exact words here … like having a tinkle contest with a skunk.”

She’s the skunk. I said it first. She’s the skunk.”

“No, I’m afraid she said it first. But moving along, T-Rump. You’re going to Michigonia. You say they named you their Dino of the Year. I’ve checked with all the authorities. They did no such thing. You’re lying, T-Rump. Again. You are not Dino of the Year. Anywhere.”

“Yes, I am. Because I say I am.”

“That must mean we indeed are finally there, T-Rump.”

“Oh? Where?”

“I’m quoting the Rachelmaddow, she called this a lower circle of hell. You should know the majority of Dino Nation watch her, T-Rump. With regards to your latest move — reopening the Milkanhoney Preservation reopen while many dinos are still keeling over dead, she asked, ‘what fresh hell is this?’ Any comments on her calling this world you’ve created … hell? Twice, T-Rump. Hell.”

She’s hell.”

“You’re projecting again, T-Rump.”

“No, I’m, uh … I’m … promoting. Yes, that’s it. My miracle cure. Listen up. Many many doc-sis … doctors …. many doctors came out and they said, uh … it’s great now. Uh, you have to go to a doctor. I have a doctor in the Oval Dwelling. I said, what do you think? And it’s just a line of defense. I’m just talking about as a line of defense. I’m dealing with a lot of dinos. Look at all the dinos here.”

“But I think it’s worth it as a line of defense and I’ll stay on it for a little while longer. I’m just very curious myself, but it seems to be very safe. There was a false study done where they gave it to very sick dinos, extremely sick dinos, dinos that were ready to die. Old dinos staggering around, their tongues hanging out. Gasping for breath. They all had bad breath. The study was given by obviously not friends of the Grandoldparty dinos … and the study came out. The dinos were ready to die. Every dino was OLD. All of them. Tongues hanging out. Did I tell you their tongues were hanging out? That was a phony study and it’s very dangerous to do it. Imagine if I was to squat here and give you one phony line. Just one. The fact is … dinos should want to help dinos. Not to make political points. It’s really sad when they do that. Very sad. What has been determined is, it doesn’t, uh … harm you. Very powerful drug. I guess. But it doesn’t harm you. Not in the slightest. You shouldn’t worry. I mean, just ask the Alicecooper, speaking on my behalf of course.”

 

Well ya got no choice

Listen to my voice

You can now rejoice

This drug’s makin’ noise

Hy-droxy-chloro-quine until ya gag

If that don’t suit ya, that’s a drag

Kool-Aid for summer

Kool-Aid forever

Kool-Aid for diseases

 

No more virus, just my good looks

No more blue state dirty crooks

 

Well I got no class

And I got no principles

And I got no innocence

I don’t even know what per capita means

Kool-Aid for summer

Kool-Aid forever

My Kool-Aid’s for all diseases!

 

No more virus, just my good looks

No more blue state dirty crooks

 

Drink for summer

Drink for fall

Just keep drinkin’, drink it all!

Kool-Aid forever

Kool-Aid for summer

Kool-Aid, no fever 

Kool-Aid, get greedy

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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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Humor Political Satire The T-Rump Dig

Friday Night’s Alright for Firing …

The veteran, stare-em-down dino, the Jaketapper had the Milky Way Sin Hut dino, the Ronjohnson in his sights.

“Sin Hut Dino, what have you got to say about the T-Rump firing the Inspector Dino General of the State Department, the Stevelinick late last night.”

“Well, I spoke with the Oval Dwelling and they told me … but I can’t repeat what they said under the threat of unspeakable torture.”

“He was launching an investigation into the Mike Pompeo, wasn’t he?”

“My slippery lips are sealed.”

“It appears the Mikepompeo was up to more shady dealings with the improper use of a political dino appointee. Pompeo had him walking his Dogasaurus and running errands.”

“He was? Hey, you know more than I do. Why am I even here? I couldn’t sleep a wink last night, wondering how I was going to squirm through all your deep, probing questions.”

“Why thank you.” 

“I’m just another keep-your-head-down-dino until this whole Grandoldparty deal with the devil blows over.”

“Sorry, but you’re in this up to your glazed over eyeballs. You had your chance to impeach the T-Rump, and … you blew it! No, your infamy will be fossilized in dino memories. But back to the latest disaster. There are so many. Do you think we need a little dino legislation to protect these inspector general dinos?”

“I’ll just regurgitate the words of my good friend, the Chuckgrassley. He said, and I quote, “I think we have plenty of laws to protect inspectors general.”

“How can you possibly squat there and say that? Four — count’em — four IG’s have been given the boot in six weeks! Soon you’ll have more fired IG’s than laws to protect them. And you’re okay with this?”

“Let’s not forget, the T-Rump can fire whoever he wants.”

“He’s fired so many dinos that the Mattwhitaker says he’s feelin’ lucky.”

“Jake, let’s not turn this into too big a deal. I’m sure the Obamarus got rid of a couple of IG’s along the way.”

“Well, let’s see. The Patrickmcfarland retired after 25 years. I guess you can excuse an old dino for stepping aside before he dies in office. And the Davidwilliams, he voluntarily resigned. That’s a little different than being fired. Don’t you think?”

Before the Ronjohnson could respond, there was a rustling in the nearby shrubs. The Tyrumposaurus appeared, with that contemptuous smirk planted on his mug. And he was humming. The T-Rump spotted them and approached.

“Is that fake news Jaketapper giving you a hard time, Ron?”

“Why no, T-Rump, I was just telling him how you had every right to dump four inspectors general. In six weeks no less. Impressive. Must be a record.”

“Excuse me, T-Rump,” interrupted the Jaketapper. “Can you tell me why you’re so happy? I mean, with over 90,000 dinos now dead from the Coronavirus?” 

“Oh, it’s nothing. Well, if you must know, I’m just basking in the afterglow.”

“The afterglow of what?”

“My favorite day of the week. Friday.”

“And why exactly is that?”

“I’m so glad you asked.”

 

It’s getting late, time to seal some fates

Yeah, I got some more boys to fear

It’s seven o’clock and I gotta block

Want to make some dummies disappear

Gotta show T-Rumpers I can do what I please

And my old lady she don’t care

Ivanka looks cute and our family roots

Are wheels to grease, only fair

 

Oh, don’t give me none of your observations

I had it with your poison pen

Oh, Friday night’s alright for firing

Get a little fraction in

Get about as boiled as a weasel can

Gonna set this rant alight

Cuz Friday night’s the night I like 

Cuz Friday night’s alright, alright, alright, oh!

 

Well, they stacked the deck, lookin’ for a fight

I have another folly to dim their sight

I will use a little hustle to get what I need

I may raise a little stink and shout let me be!

A couple sounds of which I’ll never tire

Are the sounds of praise and when I say, you’re fired!

I’m a juvenile product of the wealthy class

Whose best time is when I get to can your ass, oh! 

 

Don’t give me none of your observations

I had it with your poison pen

Cuz Friday night’s alright for firing

Get a little fraction in

Get about as boiled as a weasel can

Gonna set this rant alight

‘Cause Friday night’s the night I like 

Cuz Friday night’s alright, alright, alright, oh!

 

Oh, don’t give me none of your observations

I had it with your poison pen

Cuz Friday night’s alright for firing

Get a little fraction in

Get about as boiled as a weasel can

Gonna set this rant alight

Cuz Friday night’s the night I like 

Cuz Friday night’s alright, alright, alright, oh!

 

Friday night, Friday night, Friday night

Friday night, Friday night, Friday night

Friday night, Friday night

Cuz Friday’s news dump night

Friday night, Friday night, Friday night

Friday night, Friday night, Friday night

Friday night, Friday night

Friday night’s news dump night

Friday night, Friday night, Friday night

Friday night, Friday night, Friday night

Friday night, Friday night

Cuz Friday’s news dump night, oh!

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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!