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Biden Sees …

They squatted like so many bumps on a log. Big but suddenly unimportant bumps. It was moving out day at the Oval Dwelling and the Tyrumposaurus, his offspring and their forlorn family broods waited patiently in an open clearing in the jungle. The Sore Loser Send-Off would not be complete until the non-family dinos arrived. They’d planned for six thousand but would settle for six. The family group stared straight ahead in silence. There was no idle chatter or small talk because there was no investment return. As well, the T-Rumps did not have the social acumen to care what the person beside them was thinking. Even if they were family.

Five minutes passed. A dino finally came huffing and puffing down the path. It was the Markmeadows.

“You’re late,” barked the T-Rump in perhaps his final tyrannical tirade.

“Sorry, I slept in.”

“Where are others? You were supposed to bring five dinos with you. I said bring five.” He turned to his family. “Didn’t I say bring five?”

The line of squatting dinos all nodded as one.

“I — I, well, as much as I hate to admit it, none of my friends wanted to come. They’re all at the Joe–”

“Stop. Don’t say it.”

The T-Rump’s children could feel the seething rage bubbling beneath the surface in their father at this colossal snub. It was too much for the T-Rump Jr. Tears sprang from his eyes.

“Dad, you were great, dad. I’m so, so sorry it had to end this way.”

“It didn’t end, damn you. It was all the Mincepencenow’s fault. One more lie. I just needed one more lie. I didn’t lose. Don’t worry. I’ll be back in some form.”

Eric wiped a tear from his eye.

“What’s that mean, dad? Some form? Are you cutting me loose, is that it? Don’t cut me loose, dad. I’ll be good.”

Behind the cover of their cheesy grins, the Kushneratops spoke with his wife in a hushed, terse tone.

“Why did I let you talk me into moving into a cave in the Neverglades just down the path from your father?”

“Because daddy needs me. Us, he needs us.”

“I don’t know how to say this nicely, but we need a little distance … no, we need a lotta distance between your father and us.”

“How can you say that? He has 74 million dinos ready to march lockstep with him.”

“Lockstep? He can’t even step on a Trollertweety. His days as a leader are done.”

The Markmeadows raised a short arm.

“Oh, T-Rump. I just wanted to relay a couple of messages before you all begin the, heh-heh … long trek south. The Kevinmccarthy, he said that you still have the ability to lead the Grandoldparty.”

“He did?”

“And the Marjorietaylorgreene. She’s trying to get the Joebiden impeached.”

“Already?”

The T-Rump cocked his head as he mulled over the possibilities. He took in his entourage. 

“What do you say, kids? Should we stay?”

Before they could answer however, a sound came whistling through the jungle on wing and a prayer. It was Inauguration Day and there was a new sensation sweeping Dino Nation. It was proud, pure and fighting to be heard. Few fighters had fought so hard.

We — we can all now find our way

Feel the load now fall away

To build back our home

Our — our rights were declining

Mighty words once black and white 

Peaceful protests gone

Joebiden sees four years where we have been 

Joebiden sees we need to see his grin

Joebiden sees the who what where and when

Joebiden sees where we need to begin

We — we saw the uprising

We all wondered why

The truth belonged to the right

But we — we’re so deeply divided

Grey matter no longer grey

How did we lose our mind?

Joebiden sees who took it on the chin 

Joebiden sees two teams and both can win

Joebiden sees we need to love again

Joebiden sees we need to see within

Joebiden sees four years where we have been 

Joebiden sees we need to see his grin

Joebiden sees the who what where and when

Joebiden sees where we need to begin

Joebiden sees who took it on the chin 

Joebiden sees two teams and both can win

Joebiden sees we need to love again

Joebiden sees we need to see within

Joebiden sees its time to stop the spin

Joebiden sees we need our next of kin

Joebiden sees us through the thick and thin

Joebiden sees us in these times we’re in

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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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Everyday Feeble …

The Mikelindell, a dino entrepreneur with a one-of-kind rock pillow that guaranteed sleep if you fell from at least ten feet, shook his head emphatically at the T-Rump.

“No, the Joebiden most certainly didn’t win the election.”

“I love your enthusiasm, Mike,” said the T-Rump, “but how do you know?”

“Because I’ve seen it.”

“Oh, really? Where?”

“Well, let’s see. I was tired. Then a short while later I saw sheep. A lot of sheep. Prancing. One hundred to be exact. Prancing sheep. And they were jumping over something. I was counting them as they did. Then came the letter “z.” Lots of those too. A long, long string of them.”

“Uh, Mike? It sounds like you were sleeping? And dreaming. That too.”

“Oh, I get that a lot. But listen, while I’ve got you, I’ve got a list of ideas that can keep you in the Oval Dwelling. First, I have evidence of voter fraud in the Georgia Orchard, Pennsylvaneus, Michigonia and Dairyland.”

“Great. You’re a little late. But let’s see it.”

“Oh, I don’t have it with me.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s word of mouth. From a friend of a friend of a friend, all three being in the solitary sinkhole and looking for a discount on your pardon deal at two million a pop.”

“Not gonna happen. Look at me. I’m getting killed here. My revenue streams are drying up before my eyes. Art of the deal is how I steal, I mean feel. Two million is the flat rate.”

“Well, I was hoping that maybe, just maybe, we could negotiate one for, um … me. Just in case, you know, stuff comes up.”

“Like your five minutes. It’s almost up.”

“Okay, sure. So, you’re the law and order guy now. You put in martial law. Right away. Bingo-bango. Before they can blink. You suffocate them with martial law. Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate. Ya gotta suffocate ‘em with it. Y’know? Suffocate.”

“You’re scaring me, Mike.”  

“Would you like a rock pillow?”

“No.”

The T-Rump buried his head in his lap.

“Oh, woe, woe, woe is me. How come everyone isn’t calling me asking me how I’m doing and saying great things about me to cheer me up? Don’t they know how this is tearing me apart? Cheer me up, dammit! I had to tell my family to look in on me every hour. My own family! Make them think something bad might happen — just so I could get more attention.”

“Uh, you sure you don’t want a pillow?”

“No! You’d have to pay me to sleep on that thing.”

“It’s the lumps isn’t it?”

The Mikelindell knew he was at the four-minute mark but he might be thrown out with a minute left, so he nodded to the T-Rump and headed for the exit.

The T-Rump sighed. Seventy-two hours. Normally he didn’t even think one day ahead … unless it was a flog day with a Pornodactyl. But he knew in three days, the biggest grift ever perpetrated on Dino Nation would soon be over. He could feel the dino authorities circling. He was like a cornered Ratfinkasaurus, painful as that was to admit. He hated looking weak. His mood was pure melancholy because he’d never admit to the actual cause. But he was alone so he could sing about it. Because he always loved the sound of his voice.

I’m always right cuz I’m never wrong

Why aren’t they all singin’ my song?

Jon Tester, Chuck Schumer, Jake Tapper and kin

I blame them all for the soup I’m in

I am everyday feeble

That rigged election

The one that I really won

There’s a fraud says everyone

Then those votes should be undone

For he who stokes

The widespread hoax

Gotta keep goin’ on

With Rudy’s Punch an’ Judy 

The last straw

That’s holding us together

I am their leader, I’m the best they knew

If I can’t tweet, how do theirs get through?

They love me, they need me, until I say when

Somebody else caused this mess I’m in

I am everyday feeble

They need free and fair

They want law and order there

Cuz that was my election

But not my insurrection

For he who stokes

The widespread hoax

Gotta keep goin’ on

With Rudy’s Punch an’ Judy

The last straw

That’s holding us together

They still want me to run

Though some say I’m one and done

This self-pity is no fun

There’s no money, send me some

For he who stokes

The widespread hoax

Gotta keep goin’ on

With Rudy’s Punch an’ Judy

The last straw

I am everyday feeble

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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!