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Running on Empty …

“Well, well, chief justice dino,” said the Patcippollone, “we meet again.”

“According to the schedule.”

“Right, right. Heh-heh. Just killing some time. Chief justice, dino members of that other ilk, we spoke with you for just two hours on the weekend because we know you all have much more important things to do than preserving the Milkanhoney Preservation as we know it. We didn’t of course want to rain on any parades. And, oh yes, I bring further good news. Today may be just as brief. Okay, much briefer.”

He wiped his brow nervously.

“Without any further adieu, hold onto your tails because we are going to blow apart, that’s right, blow apart, the Donkeykongrus’ weak case on not one but two fronts. Burden sharing and Ukraine Plain corruption. I know, shocking, isn’t it?”

He pointed to the Donkeykongrus legal dinos.

“Look at them quaking there where they squat. Burden sharing. They flinched. Did you see that? The T-Rump was not going to help the Ukraine Plain unless other dino nations jumped in to help too. What? The T-Rump lead the way on compassion? I don’t think so. Never mind that the T-Rump didn’t give two hoots about corruption in the Ukraine Plain until two nanoseconds after the Joebiden entered the battle campaign. Uh, moving right along. Ukraine Plain corruption. Stop me if you’re heard this before.”

He paused.

“I don’t see anyone stopping me. Okay, well, uh … you see, it’s like this. You’re going to have to give us a mulligan on this one, okay? Please? We really don’t want to have to call a witness like the Joebiden to rake him over the coals because then we would have to let them call the Mickmulvaney or the Johnbolton or the Mikepompeo and no, no, no, no, no … we abso-positively cannot have that. So, you’re just going to have to take our word for it on this one. Now then, where was I?”

“Burden sharing and Ukraine Plain corruption,” said the chief justice.

“Right. Well, then. That’s, uh … that’s it.”

He looked over to the Jaysekulow, who shrugged.

“I got nothin’.”

“What do you mean you have nothing? I just started. We have 22 hours to fill.”

“Look, Pat. I reconsidered what I was going to say and realized that if I get up and say half of these things, I may never work in these swamp waters again. I need these swamp waters.”

“Oh.”

“And Pat?”

“Yes?”

“Let’s be real. I only had about 10 or 15 good minutes anyway. Y’know?”

“Oh, okay. Sure.”

A big thumbs up and a wink from the Jaysekulow.

“Go, get em. Lead the way, Pat. We’re counting on you, bud.”

The Patcippollone gulped. A serious case of flop sweat consumed him. Okay, okay. I got this, he thought. Never let them see you sweat except I am standing in a freaking puddle. He made a split second decision that would go down in dino impeachment history. Ho-hum, so many moments already had. The T-Rump’s lead legal dino nodded off-stage to the Jacksonbrownean dino aides assembled there. He turned back to the presiding Johnroberts.

“Okay, chief justice. More to the point, obviously a little more detail is necessary here — not that we need more evidence, just a talking point or two, but allow me to, ahem, fill more of this oh-so valuable time that’s been allotted to us for our all-important impeachment defense. Oh, what the hey, hit it, boys!” 

 

Lookin’ out at the crowd hushed up by appeals

Lookin’ back at the fear we caused from so many cooked-up deals

In sixty-five I wasn’t born yet, so I was, uh … minus one 

I don’t know where I’m goin’ now, I’m just runnin’ on

 

Runnin’ on — runnin’ on empty

Runnin’ on — runnin’ blind

Runnin’ — I’ve just begun — but have nothin’ in mind

 

Gotta do what I can just to keep T-Rump alive

Tryin’ not to just lose it, is it too soon to take five?

In sixty-nine I was only three and I once chewed on this bone

I don’t know when that bone turned into the bone I’m on

 

Runnin’ on – runnin’ on empty

Runnin’ on – runnin’ blind

Runnin’ — comin’ undone — and with nothin’ in mind 

 

Every law I know, every court you go

Some may need impeachment to believe

I don’t know about anything but see

If I can incite, not sound too contrite 

If I can get T-Rump’s tweet before I leave

 

Lookin’ out at the crowd, can’t help but hear their squeals

I don’t know to tell you but it’s a wound that never heels

I look around for Sekulow because he used to pull me through

Lookin’ into his eyes, I see him runnin’ too

 

Runnin’ on – runnin’ on empty

Runnin’ on – runnin’ blind

Runnin’ on, almost done, I have nothin’ in mind

 

Funny that T-Rump sent me

He knows they have us in a bind

I’d love to stick-it-to’em, but I’m runnin’ on blind 

You know I don’t even know what we’re hopin’ to find

Runnin’ on — and I’m done! We had nothin’ in mind

 

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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 1096 & 1100

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We dig through some classic dinosaur rock to arrive at this week’s show: Day 1096 — “Poor, Poor Pitiful Me” … the miserable T-Rump wallows in impeachment hell … and Day 1100 — “53-47” … the Zeppelinsaurus ventures down a famous path that all dinos are destined to walk. Enjoy. A tip of the tail to Linda Ronsdadt and Led Zeppelin.

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53-47 …

“Chief Justice, I just want to reiterate that the Donkeykongrus did not allow us due process when they deposed the few dinos that slipped through our hands into that subterranean chamber we forgot all about. It’s a crime that that happened. A down-and-out, filthy, abhorrent, despicable crime. And it is with that bad taste of utter disgust in my mouth that I yield my time to my colleague, the Jaysekulow.”

The Jaysekulow approached the flat rock lectern and dramatically slapped tails with the Patcippollone as they passed each other. The Patcippollone pumped his fist.

“Just like the M-B-S. Oops. Did I say that?”

“Chief Justice,” said the Jaysekulow, “this whole thing is a charade of a bad dream of an enigma wrapped in dino dung. I mean, c’mon. Really?” He wiped his brow. “And now, I’m going to start yelling.” He paused to look at the Adamschiff. “I can’t believe you’re charging the T-Rump, our leader, with a crime! You can’t! He didn’t commit a crime and even if he did, you can’t charge him with one! Don’t you understand? We win both ways. Both ways! Okay?! I yield, dammit! Because you guys make me so mad.” 

He shook himself like a wet dog and returned to his squatting post. The Patcippollone returned, their tail slaps badly whiffing in mid-air this time, the Jaysekulow losing his balance and falling down, only infuriating him more. The Chief Justice stifled a grin.

“Chief Justice,” said the Patcippollone, “I want to get back to that subterranean chamber thing …”

And so it went for the next two hours. The Patcippollone and the Jaysekulow tag-teaming the same half dozen tired talking points, regurgitating lies and half-chewed locusts as defense legal dinos for the Tyrumposaurus on Day One of his impeachment trial.

The Sin Hut dinos were not allowed to leave. Carnivores had to eat grass. That left the herbivores on a 12-hour fast. They also couldn’t stray too far to pee. With 100 Sin Hut dinos in place, nearby trees paid the price. The changing wind and the resulting urine scent wafting through the chamber only soured the monotony of the Cippollone-Sekulow sideshow.

Off to the side, the Zeppelinsaurus squatted, watching dinos from both sides laying down the groundwork of the trial. The rules. There was the Moscowmitch calling the shots, his turtle-like head lolling about as he looked around, head then bobbing up and down at the odd chuckle of his smug prowess. Overseeing the shenanigans of his supposed best and brightest.

Upset at the goings on, the Zeppelinsaurus rose from his squat. There appeared to be little or no headway for the Donkeykongrus in the Sin Hut today. Vote after vote along dino species lines. The Zeppelinsaurus left the proceedings, starting down a long path leading to … nowhere he thought. What does this all mean? Common sense as well had left the proceedings. The leader of the free-running dino world had bribed a foreign dino leader for damaging information on a rival in the next battle campaign. Under normal circumstances, a dino leader would be ripped apart for such a transgression. The Donkeykongrus had duly impeached the T-Rump and now the Grandoldparty dinos, led by the Moscowmitch, were trying to pretend it never happened. 

“Oh, we may listen to your relevant evidence at some point,” the Moscowmitch had said. “You’ll, heh-heh, have to trust me on that one.”

The Zeppelinsaurus’ subdued nature set in like a cold fog. He frowned at the path he’d ventured down. Deep in the jungle, trudging downhill through a muddy morass. Would life itself take a tumble? He worried and fretted about what was happening. Sleepless nights of tossing and turning jumbled thoughts over in his mind. Where was the hope of a better day? Where was the promise of tomorrow? He kept thinking about that woman. That female dino in the Sin Hut. Being a creative dino of sorts, words came to him along with a haunting melody, helping to release this melancholy mindset that his heart, his conscience could hold onto no longer. 

 

There’s a lady who’s old, Susancollins we’re told

And she’s why we’re at 53-47

When she gets there, who knows, will her mind still be closed

With a word she can get what she came for

Ooh, ooh, and she’s why we’re at 53-47

 

They are deaf to it all but she wants to be sure

‘Cause you know Adam’s words are compelling

In a trial by the book, there’s a jailbird who sings

Someday all of the evidence will be given

 

Ooh, he’ll put us under

Ooh, he’ll put us under

 

There’s a feeling I get when Mitch lies at his worst

And my stomach is crying for heaving

In my thoughts I have seen rings of conspiracy

And the voices of those lock-step marching

 

Ooh, he’ll put us under

Ooh, he’ll really put us under

 

And it’s obvious soon, if we don’t change the tune

Then the T-Rump will lead us to treason

And a new hell will burn for those standing strong

And all justice will join the hereafter

 

Just watch the ripple in the swamp grow, all those in the know

It’s just recycling for the fake king

Yes, there are two loops you can be in, both the wrong one

There’s still time to leave this cult you’re in

 

And he’ll put us under

 

Their heads are turning and four won’t go, because they don’t know

How T-Rump will come down upon them

Dear Susan, can you hear the real blow, “a favor though?”

Your legacy now in the grand dust bin

 

And as we find no truth to hold

And Rachelmaddow calms our soul

There walks the Collins we all know

She shines a light that doesn’t show

How everyone is bought and sold

And the stonewall so very hard

Obstruction to the very last

Democracy now in peril

Once our rock and now a hole

 

And she’s why we’re at 53-47

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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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Poor, Poor Pitiful Me …

The Tymelania looked scornfully down her long, scaly snout at her husband, the Tyrumposaurus.

“I cannot … I will not take this any more. I am tired of the way the other dinosaurs treat me. I say Be Best and they laugh. That is not Be Best. That is Be Wildly Wicked. Wildly wicked, I’m telling you.”

With her thick accent, her w’s sounded like throaty, drawn-out v’s. Wildly wicked sounded like ‘vildly vicked.’

“Vickie? Vicky who? I’m sorry, Tymelania. What were you saying?”

“T-Rump, you are not even listening to me! What is wrong with you?”

“Well, excuse me. There’s this little thing going on right now — an impeachment? Only the third time in history. That’s me, thank you very much. Could you maybe cut me some slack. Just a teensy little bit?”

She had to give him that. Still, the way he treated her. She felt like she’d been tossed out of the Oval Dwelling herself a long time ago. About two days after moving in. Think of Baron. Think of Baron. Her mind played over those three words, her soothing, daily mantra.

“What can I do for you? What is? I will listen. I will be best.”

“What is it? Are you blind?”

“I think you mean deaf.”

“I’m being impeached for crying out loud. And I didn’t even do anything wrong! It was the perfect conversation.”

“You mean like the one we’re having now? Okay. I listened to you. Now you will listen to me.”

God, he hated when she said it like that. Like he owed it to her. He didn’t owe her anything. He’d beat the damn pre-nup. No, he didn’t owe anybody anything. The authorities were idiots. They were all wrong.

“Okay, okay,” he said, in a fake attempt to calm things down. “You’re right. I should probably listen to you more. I just need you to listen to my new song first. Then I will give you some moolah-moolah and meet with you later.”

“This is me you’re talking to. Not the Zelensky! And I am not going to listen to your song. It only makes me angry. How can you sing when I’m so upset? Do you even see my frown?”

She turned in a huff and left.

“Fine!” He hollered after her. “I will sing it myself. And listen to it myself. I’m doing everything by myself. Because I am the stable genius. Remember?”

With that he was in the perfect mood. A melancholy state that lent itself to the low-key mental state required for his latest musical lamentation.

 

Well I need more lawyers to talk more smack 

Waitin’ on Giuliani

But Mitch don’t want Rudy here no more

Poor poor pitiful me

 

Poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor pitiful me

Why are they doin’ this to me?

They’re all dopes and babies!

Woe woe is me

 

Well, all my cronies, the swamp neighborhood

We’re all just playin’ games

Well, Pelosi worked me over good

Just like Letitia James

Yes, they said impeachment was for good

They are a disgrace to their gender

If I change one falsehood, Lord

My base will go on a bender

 

Poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor pitiful me

Levparnas won’t let me be

Get Williambarr for me

Woe woe is me

 

Well, I had a bad dream the other day

Caused me lots of trauma

McCain picked me up and threw me down

He said “You ain’t no Obama.”

 

Poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor pitiful me

Adamschiff won’t let me be

Dershowitz works for free

Woe woe is me

 

Poor poor poor me

Poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor poor me

Poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor poor me

Poor poor pitiful me

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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 1089 & 1093

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We have two terrific T-Rump tracks for you this week: Day 1089 — “Intent and Imminence” … The Mincepencenow wonders what in the strawberry alarm clock is going on? … and Day 1093 — “The Power of Lev” … The Levparnas opens up. Feel the power!

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Power of Lev …

The Igorfruman looked outside his cave and sighed. He was under cave arrest. His wife had left him the week before, leaving him with their three children in this dank 200-square foot cave. He couldn’t even take his kids to school. He worried about having to home-school them. If he taught them, would that necessarily lead them to a life of crime?

He kicked a stone in frustration. That damn Levparnas. Oh, sure, they’d once been good buddies. He’d introduced Lev to all his Ukraine Plain contacts who then immediately fell in line when the Rudygiuliani told them that Lev was working on behalf of the Tyrumposaurus himself. Part of the T-Rump team. Part of the cult.

Everything was sailing along until he and Lev were busted for bringing moolah-moolah leaves into the Milkanhoney Preservation and spreading them amongst eager Grandoldparty dinos. Dinos who even more eagerly gave the moolah-moolah back after he and Lev were popped.

But then the Levparnas had done something strange. He decided to talk. No sane dino with Russodino ties ever talked. It was a surefire recipe for extinction. Except history would be recorded differently. The Levparnas spoke with the trail-blazing Mediacircustops dino, the Rachelmaddow, and became an overnight sensation. So much so that Grandoldparty dinos were quaking in their footsteps. It was Levparnas this, Levparnas that. They were even singing songs about him now. Well, one song anyway. But they sung it a lot. Every hour on the hour, some new hip, young group of dinos would saunter past his cave, wailing away. This of course made it rather difficult to get the song out of his mind.

He heard footsteps coming down the path. Yep. Top of the hour. More Levparnas. Look out.

 

The power of Lev is a bombshell thing

Lev Parnas secrets to expose the king

Make them squawk, make their heartbeats rev

Send them all reeling, that’s the power of Lev

 

The Ukraine scandal, spillin’ the beans

Now we know who’s on the B-L-T team

Yovanovitch, you see, was followed that night

Power of Lev, it brings the truth to light

 

Poor Zelensky, T-Rump’s game

Pompeo, Pence, Barr; they all share the blame

It’s wrong, it’s corrupt, Lev knows it’s showtime 

Comin’ clean just saved his life

That’s the power of Lev

That’s the power of Lev

 

First time Pence felt it, mother got so mad

Pompeo felt it, he’ll lose all he had

But we’re all so glad for what Lev found

That’s the power that brings T-Rump down

 

Poor Zelensky, T-Rump’s game

Pompeo, Pence, Barr; they all share the blame

It’s wrong, it’s corrupt, Lev knows it’s showtime

Comin’ clean just saved his life

 

We all want a trial that’s fair

But Mitch doesn’t care

So he can only spew

Every word so untrue 

Then with a little help from Kiev

You feel the power of Lev

You feel the power of Lev

Can you feel it?

Hmm-Hmm

 

Poor Zelensky, T-Rump’s game

Pompeo, Pence, Barr; they all share the blame

Which big pig will be the first to squeal?

And Bolton, what will he reveal?

You feel the power, just feel the power of Lev

That’s the power, that’s the power of Lev

You feel the power of Lev

You feel the power of Lev

Feel the power of Lev

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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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Intent and Imminence …

The Mikepompeo peeked over the endless rows of corn, in the heart of Kansas-of-Dorothy. At last. He’d maintained a low profile and managed to get out of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir, putting plenty of swamp miles behind him.

He cursed his bad luck. The Rickwilson was right, everything the T-Rump touches dies. The Mikepompeo may well be dino enemy number one. Why hadn’t he stayed with the Langleyops dinos? Life was so much easier then. There it was his job to do shady dealings under the cover of night. Now he was exposed, out here in the daylight. He couldn’t cope. And the T-Rump brought out the worst in him. In everybody. Like a plague of angry, infested locusts that only knew one thing. How to lie. Lying was good. Lying saved your bacon. Lying kept you in the T-Rump’s good graces. Anything to continue the cover-up. The cover-up was all that mattered. He paused. How many cover-ups were they involved in? Too many. He’d cover up all right. Cover himself up with these husks and stalks of corn so no one would ever find him again. Ah, blessed quiet.

“Found you!”

Huh? Who was that? He opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of …

“The Mincepencenow? What are you doing here?”

“The same thing as you. Hiding.”

“Well, You can go find your own spot. This is my corn hole, dammit. Wait a minute, you’re alone. Did you run away from …”

“Mother?” The Mincepencenow hung his head. “Well, yes. At least for a little while.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, with this whole kerfuffle over the Iranosaurus thing, who knew what and when, the justification for killing the Soleimani …”

“Stop it, you’re driving me mad having to relive it again and again. Look around, I’m trying to get away from it.”

“Me too, but here’s the crazy thing, as to why I’m here. You see, there’s this song that I can’t get out of my head. Mother used to sing it to me … when I was younger.”

“You mean last week.”

“Okay, you got me. And well, it’s strange but the words have changed in my head to something new and it’s driving me batty. Like some stupid strawberry alarm clock.”

“You are nuts. What the hell is a strawberry alarm clock?

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. But the song, it goes, it goes …”

“You really don’t have to do this, Mike …”

“Oh, but I do. You know what they say. Misery is being away from mother. Move on over. Ahem.”

The corn stalks wavered, whisked and bent in the breeze as the Mencepencenow let loose the voices in his head.

 

Poor sense, negligence, government blind 

Briefings, messaging they can’t define

Embassies, number please, make up your mind

Intent and imminence, the color of crime

 

Who dares T-Rump to choose?

Little to win, but your job to lose

 

Intent and imminence, send in the clowns

Next day, next week, next time T-Rump’s down

Look at yourself, crook on the shelf, Pompeo

Look at yourself, crook on the shelf, Pompeo

 

Completely contradictory, they all knew

Benghazi, Soleimani, embarrassment due

Past event or Prince lament, wrong point of view 

Movements and all proof sent, nothin’ was new

 

Who dares T-Rump to choose?

You have to sin, with your soul to lose

 

Poor sense, negligence, government blind 

Briefings, messaging they can’t define

Embassies, number please, make up your mind

Intent and imminence, the color of crime

 

Who dares T-Rump to choose?

Once you’re in, you can only lose

 

Intent, imminence

Intent, imminence

 

I-oh-w-a-a-a, I-oh-w-a-a-a

I-oh-w-a-a-a, I-oh-w-a-a-a

I-oh-w-a-a-a, I-oh-w-a-a-a 

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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 1082 & 1086

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This week’s two T-Rump tracks rock out with: Day 1082 — “Waggin’ the Dog Alone” … The T-Rump struts his stuff after striking in the Middle Eastlands … and Day 1086 — “Hold On, Nancy” … The Chuckschumer surprises the Moscowmitch with words from the Milkanhoney Preservation dino nation. A tip of the tail to AC/DC and 38 Special. Enjoy!

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Hold On, Nancy …

The crotchety old dino, the Moscowmitch, a.k.a. the Kentucky Gobbler, waggled a claw at the scrum of Mediacircustops.

“Haggle, haggle, haggle. There will be no haggling. No haggling, do you hear me? I will simply not allow it. Haggle, haggle, haggle. It’s a bad, bad word for negotiating and you all know how I hate to negotiate. Do you think I’m here to make a deal with the Nancypelosi? Of course not! Do you think I’m crazy? Don’t answer that. So, no haggle, haggle, haggle. I’m sick of it. Haggle, haggle, haggle. Somebody please hit me. Don’t make me say that word again.”

The Mediacircustops snickered. The Kentucky Gobbler was a natural. But their chuckles turned serious as the Grandoldparty mouthpiece, the Dougcollins appeared behind him.

“Excuse me, Moscowmitch, I just have to let any and all Mediacircustops in on my latest walnut brain flash — that the Donkeykongrus demanding to know why the Tyrumposaurus had the Soleimani done away with can only mean — ipso facto — that they love terrorist dinos. Huh? Am I right or am I right? C’mon, work with me on this. Can you see it? I mean, isn’t it obvious? When they say the Soleimani was a bad dino, well, that’s just Bigfatty-Piglatin dino-speak for, ‘he’s better than a Goldstar family dino.’ I’m not way out on a limb with this, am I?”

“Okay, Doug,” said the Moscowmitch. “I’m not going to say you’re out of your tree, but this is my limb.” He moved back in front of his Grandoldparty colleague, who nodded nervously to the Mediacircustops.

“I’ll be leaving now — but stay tuned for my next outrageous claim.”

“Now then,” continued the Moscowmitch. “We have the dinos, all the dinos we need to begin the impeachment trial in the Sin Hut. We don’t need the Donkeykongrus. It’s as clear as my long, impeccable career. Whatever they say, my response will be that we are never going to do that. Haggle, haggle, haggle.”

It slipped out like an embarrassing long burp. He covered his mouth with his hand. His eyes widened as he saw an approaching dino.

“Chuckschumer? What are you doing here?”

“I bring a message from the dinos, for the dinos … all across the great Milkanhoney Preservation.”

“Oh, no. Not another song. The songs — the songs … say it ain’t so.”

“Oh, but it is. Hit it, boys.”

And a trio of sharp-tailed dinos behind the Chuckschumer laid down a nifty backbeat riff of 38 special beats. 

 

You see it all around you

The T-Rump gone mad

And usually you’d wait but then too

He’s Putin’s comrade

 

And I find we have two articles left

There’s more to come, so help me

 

Just hold on, Nancy

And don’t let go

If you sing them nightly

You’re gonna keep control

 

You’re the lady we believe in

You leave Moscow Mitch seethin’

 

He’s so damn sleazy

And so far outta touch

He’s there to deter

To obstruct so much

 

And I find we have two articles left

There’s more to come, so help me

 

Just hold on, Nancy

And don’t let go

If you sing them nightly

You’re gonna keep control

 

You’re the lady we believe in

Only you can keep the truth breathin’

 

Don’t let it slip away

Fundamental rule

Don’t let their lies get in the way

Yeah, yeah, yeah

 

You see it all around you

The T-Rump gone mad

And usually you’d wait but then too

It’s really that bad

 

Just hold on, Nancy

And don’t let go

If you sing them nightly

You’re gonna keep control

 

You’re the lady we believe in

To stop Moscow Mitch from thievin’

 

So hold on, Nancy

And don’t let go

If you sing them nightly

You’re gonna keep

You’re gonna keep control

 

So hold on, Nancy

And don’t let go

If you sing them nightly

You’re gonna keep control

 

Hold on, Nancy

And don’t let go

If you sing them nightly

You’re gonna keep control

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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!