“But your honor, you simply have to keep the Michaelcohen in the Solitary Sinkhole. It is absolutely necessary. Paramount, I say.”
The dino judge, the Alvinhellerstein, looked down his long snout at the dino probation officer before him, the Adampakula.
“And why is that?”
“Because he will say bad things about the T-Rump. Bad, nasty, horrible things.”
“Isn’t that just a typical tweet on a typical day for the typical T-Rump?”
“I fail to see your point, your honor. The T-Rump can say and do whatever he wants.”
“Oh no, you don’t. Don’t you dare bring that clap-trap, revisionist history into my court cave. We just had a Supreme Dino Court ruling that decided the obvious one more time — the T-Rump is not above the law.”
“Damn, I thought you’d forget. … So, um … what do I have to say to keep Mister I Paid Stormy For Nothin’ in the Solitary Sinkhole?”
“You may want to rephrase that, counsel.”
“Sure. You will keep him locked up, with minimal provisions and make him feel as miserable as possible if I can come up with one good reason?”
“Pretty much.”
“Alrighty then. Just one? Easy peasy. Did you know about his, uh … father-in-law?”
“Irrelevant.”
“Okay … the Michaelcohen said he’s actually going to tell everything about the T-Rump’s personality and proclivities, his private and professional affairs, and his personal and business ethics. That’s got to be like, raping and pillaging the T-Rump’s privacy, your honor. At the very least.”
“Sorry, no can do.”
“Okay, okay. You forced my hand. I have to go for the jugular now. I didn’t want to go there but you’ve left me no choice. This is terrible, disgusting and not for the faint of heart.”
“I’m waiting.”
“The Michaelcohen … he was supposed to stay home, but he went for … a picnic.”
“A picnic?
“That’s right, sir. A picnic. I know. Terrible, isn’t it?”
“This has been one terrible picnic alright. Your very presence before me has screamed retaliation the moment you arrived. In all my 21 years of serving on the Dino Court, I’ve never seen such blatant buffoonery on display. This has been a colossal waste of time. You are a bozo, a clown and a boob. I should make you pay restitution to the hard-working dinos who pay your salary. Now get out of my court cave before I disbar your buttinski butt!”
The Adampakula slunk away with his tail between his legs. The judge turned to the Michaelcohen.
“You are hereby confined to your cave for the rest of your sentence. If Pakula or any other palooka bothers you, I need to hear about it. You can get back now to that tale you have the right to tell.”
If you hear me tomorrow
You’ll know free speech is still free
For all T-Rump’s hangers on, now
‘Cause there’s so many faces you need to see
They’d love to throw my key away
But the judge wouldn’t play their game
‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And my words they cannot change
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And my words he cannot change
And I’ll discuss anything
Lord knows, he’s deranged
Why, why, shady pardon from above
Defend him and he’ll arrange
Flynn, Stone and Sheriff Joe gladly
All lied away their shame
But this is bigger than my world
We need our framers’ frame
‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And my words they’ll never change
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And my words he cannot change
And I’ll discuss anything
Lord knows, he’s deranged
Lord help us, he can’t change
Lord, he can’t change
I’m your fly guy, free bird, yeah
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David Belisle 