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This week’s double-dig into classic T-Rump Traxx include: Day 1271 — “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” … With the lack of Oval Dwelling Coronavirus activity, the Tyrumposaurus thinks he’s in the clear … and Day 1275 — “All I Have to Do is Beans” … Good things come to those who fawn over the T-Rump. Special dino tail wags to the Starship and the Everly Brothers.
Another day of rising Coronavirus cases across Dino Nation and another raucous day of finger-pointing, nose-disjointing and s-o-o-o disappointing of a meeting in the Oval Dwelling. The Tyrumposaurus sat as the Resolute Rock, looking at the confusion around him. The Mincepencenow stared straight ahead, quietly marveling at a tiny speck on the far wall. The Betsydevos stared down at her hands, counting her fingers one-by-one before moving onto her toes. It was part of her therapy. Lord help her if they actually asked her a question regarding education. The Stephenmiller grinned devilishly, thinking naughty anti-migration thoughts. The T-Rump sensed there wasn’t enough chaos in the cave and finally spoke.
“Mike, there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to know how bad the virus is and yet there’s another part of me that does. I blame my niece, Mary, for that. All in favor?”
The “ayes” were quick and came as one in complete unison, as if they’d been practicing for four years. They had. The Mincepencenow cleared his throat.
“T-Rump, we now have 39 regions out of the great 50 regions of the Milkanhoney Preservation that are experiencing, shall we say … modest, middling or otherwise mundane rise in cases. I think mundane is a good word we may begin sharing with the public. Mundane. That is, lacking interest or excitement. Dull, sir. Something to make dinos forget about what is actually going on.”
“Very well. Mundane it is. I like it. I can stay ahead of that. Betsy, how is that opening the schools thing coming along?”
Uh-oh, a school thing. And he expected an answer. Something. Anything. Quick.
“I – I kept telling them, open the schools. OPEN the schools. Open THE schools. Open the SCHOOLS. I tried it every which way, I did. Do you think I should throw in a ‘dammit’ to make them understand better?”
“Let’s, uh … save the dammit for later. That’s my word, remember? You do not want to be getting more attention than me, right?”
“No, I guess not. Maybe if I rearrange the words. Teachers like puzzles. I think. Um, schools the open … “
Weird looks from the room told her she’d said too much.
“Stephen, what’s new on the Great Tex-Mex Divide? I’ve been telling everybody it’s done. Or will be very soon. Like in a couple of days?”
“Uh, yes. Well, actually … you know how much I hate talking about those dinos, but the Oh-Boya-Goya group from Mexicodino actually had some nice things to say about you.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, again, I’m not really here to dive into my heartless soul to even begin to celebrate such news.”
“Fair enough. The Oh-Boya-Goya group, you say? That’s great. All is forgiven in Mexicodino. For a few hours anyway. Transactions!” He hammered the top of the Resolute Rock. “That’s what I like. That’s what I’m all about. It gets me going. I – I think I’m gonna sing.”
Bea-ea-ea-ea-eans, beans, beans, beans
Bea-ea-ea-ea-eans, beans, beans, beans
When I want to, it’s my charm
When I want to, can’t be no harm
Whenever I want to, all I have to do is
Bea-ea-ea-ea-eans, beans, beans, beans
When you can’t sleep in the night
And you beg me to see the light
Whenever I want to, all I have to do is
Bea-ea-ea-ea-eans
I can take my time, I can’t hear you whine
Anytime night or day
This is my new biz, gee whiz
I’m schemin’ my life away
Now don’t you go, give this a try
You need me so, step up and buy
Whenever I want to, all I have to do is
Bea-ea-ea-ea-eans, beans, beans, beans
Bea-ea-ea-ea-eans
Everything is fine, you can sit and dine
And watch my daughter say
Something new this is, gee whiz
You’re thinking your life’s astray
But don’t you know, I’ll tell you why
So don’t you go, step up and buy
Whatever I could do, all I have to do is
Bea-ea-ea-ea-eans, beans, beans, beans
Bea-ea-ea-ea-eans, beans, beans, beans
Bea-ea-ea-ea-eans, beans, beans, beans
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“Look, you’re a good dino, but you’ve made many mistakes.”
The Tonyfauci coughed in surprise.
“Many mistakes? Me? You’re saying I’ve made mistakes?”
The Tyrumposaurus’ accusation had stirred something within the Tonyfauci. Perhaps it was his backbone that in two seconds had grown six feet.
“T-Rump, let’s set the record straight, shall we? You knew of this danger months ago and you did nothing to prepare for it. You called the virus a hoax. Your Dino Nation organizational skills are nonexistent and you couldn’t lead a dino double date. You’d have dinos drink liquid dreck as long as you profit. You still refuse to set an example for the dinos you took an oath to protect by not practicing proper safety measures yourself. It’s a wonder you haven’t killed us all and I’m seriously beginning to wonder if that’s not your one and only plan.”
“How did you … I mean, that’s it. I’ve a good mind to fire you. Is there anything else you’d like to tell me that I can use to maximize your humiliation when I do?”
“That won’t be necessary. I quit.”
“You’re fired! Damn, you beat me to it.”
The Tonyfauci pumped his chest with his short arms and beamed.
“I feel like a new dino. I’m off to spread the grand truth of scientific facts.”
He strode confidently out of the cave.
The T-Rump looked after him with a haughty harrumph.
“Science. Who needs science?”
The Deborahbirx raised a short arm.
“Excuse me, T-Rump? Just a reminder, but I’m a science dino as well. I hope that doesn’t reflect badly on me. I mean, I would like to stay on the task force. I mean, the virus is still with us. Would it be presumptuous of me to believe we may yet have another meeting?”
“Hmm.” The T-Rump mulled over his latest, daily diabolical idea. “Mike, I know you had your heart set on leading this thing here, but it just struck me that if we quietly dissolve the task force … you know, out of sight, out of mind.”
“Sir, the Neverglades just had a record 15,000 new cases today. They just might want to contact us.”
“Oh, no. That’s for the Rondesantos to look after. He’s doing such a fine job, isn’t he? Don’t get mixed up in that. Happy talk. Lots of happy talk. Like the Rogerstone being set free and the Betsydevos today, setting the Danabash straight. I call her “Let’s See” Betsy. No plan and she just kept repeating the we need the kids in school, we need the kids in school. Great educational mantra. Just keep saying and that’s all dinos will remember. Hah! Nothing’s gonna stop us now. I’m telling you. Nothing’s gonna stop us.”
Looking for advice, we know they pay a price
This virus for us is too good to be true
Standing here before you, there’s so much we could do
Clemency for Stone, cuz he’s honest and true
And we drive them crazy, I’m gonna tweet that
The virus is THE plan, all we do is just stand back
Let the world around us just fall apart
Surely, we can’t fix it if we never start
And we’ll ignore this thing together
Standing down forever
Nothing’s gonna stop us now
And if by chance we are discovered
We’ll still have our Bill Barr
Nothing’s gonna stop us
Nothing’s gonna stop us now
Florida, I damned you, I’m just gonna lose you
All the lives it takes, we will hide them from you
Take me to the good times, Texas gets the bad times
All the lives it takes, there’s not much I can do
They can call me crazy, our base won’t know
Hannity will tell them this is the way they must go
Let the world around us just fall apart
Surely, we can’t fix it if we never start
And we’ll ignore this thing together
Standing down forever
Nothing’s gonna stop us now
And if by chance we are discovered
We’ll still have our Bill Barr
Nothing’s gonna stop us
Nothing’s gonna stop us
Oh, all that my greed can do
All that I ever need
And all that I want to do
Is golfing forever, and ever and ever
Hey!
And we’ll ignore this thing together
Standing down forever
Nothing’s gonna stop us now
And if by chance we are discovered
We’ll still have our Bill Barr
Nothing’s gonna stop us
And we’ll ignore this thing together
Standing down forever
Nothing’s gonna stop us now
And if by chance we are discovered
We’ll still have our Bill Barr
Nothing’s gonna stop us
And we’ll ignore this thing together
Standing down forever
Nothing’s gonna stop us now
And if by chance we are discovered
We’ll still have our Bill Barr
Nothing’s gonna stop us
Nothing’s gonna stop us now
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This week’s classic T-Rump Traxx feature: Day 1264 — “It’s Swift and Sweeping” … What is a T-Rump speech without hyperbole? … and Day 1268 — “Live with It” … The Coronavirus racks Dino Nation and T-Rump’s message is: “What, me worry?” … Dino tail wags to the Doobie Brothers and Kiss.
The Deborahbirx cast a worried look at the Oval Dwelling entrance.
“Shouldn’t we wait for the Tonyfauci?”
“We don’t need that little twerp,” fumed the Tyrumposaurus. “He’ll only mix up our mixed messaging. We can do that on our own, thank you very much!”
The other members in the latest, not-so-greatest Coronavirus Task Force meeting ducked their heads so as not to be hit by any of the fall-out, virus aerosol-laden or not. Also present were the Mincepencenow, the Alexazar and the Robertredfield. The T-Rump turned to his right hand dino.
“Bring me up to speed, Mike. What’s our latest plan to make this damn virus go away? Enough already. For some reason, it refuses to listen to me. I can’t fire it. Believe me, I tried. Damn virus. No respect.”
“Your esteemed leadership, it would seem your promise that the, uh … problem would go away in April came and went. Might I add that there were no packed dino religious gatherings that you predicted would happen that month. Ahem, wrong there again. Then I said we’d have this epidemic behind us by Memorial Day. I take full responsibility on that one, T-Rump”
“Yeah. You’d better. Don’t think you can’t be replaced, you know.”
“Then the Kushneratops gave us hope with his remark that we’d be ‘really rocking’ by July when we’re on the other side of the medical aspect of this. Well, it gives me more grave disappointment to point out that, uh … your very intelligent, wise-as-can-be son-in-law was wrong too, sir. We were all wrong.”
“You are. Every damn one of you. But not me. O-o-o-o-o-h no. Not a chance. Azar! You’re up. Make this thing go away.”
“Oh, I wish I could. This is messed up, T-Rump. Somebody said we’d done 40 million tests as of a week ago and then some dumb dino said we were at 39 million yesterday. Now dinos out there think we’re going backwards. I have a question, sir. Can I like, uh … quit?”
“No! Nobody quits unless I fire them first.”
The Alexazar slunk back into his squat.
“Redfield! I told you to change those damn guidelines because you’re making them too tough. Everything is like a test now. I hate tests! Especially the part about having to pay somebody to take them for me. These tests, they drive up the numbers and make me look bad.”
“But – but we just hit 60,000 new cases in Dino Nation yesterday. I have to make it look like I’m doing something.”
“Relax. I’ve got this. Again. What do I pay you guys for? All I have to do is go with my gut. My gut is all-knowing. It knows what this Milkanhoney Preservation needs. So, we’re going to do what we always do.”
Uh-oh. The vacant looks around the cave foretold the silent, unheard despair of groaning minds.
“That’s right. Nothing. We’re just going to give up. With ample misdirection of course.”
“Misdirection?” said the Mincepencenow.
“That’s right. And I’ll be providing the entertainment.”
“Entertainment?”
“Of course. It will take their minds completely off the 130,000 dino deaths. Geez, I hate saying that number. Even though I bear no responsibility for them. Hmm. That’s probably why I hate math. The numbers are always against me. It’s a conspiracy, I tell you. T-RUMP HARASSMENT! … MATHEMATICAL MISCONDUCT! … Where was I?”
“Your gut,” said the Mincepencenow. “Your gut was speaking again, sir.”
“Right. So, listen up. Here’s the new message. Trust me, you’ll want to kiss me after this. It will be the greatest kiss.”
Don’t go to Fauci cuz I know better
Just gotta wait for the warmer weather
Life was so sweet, now we’re gonna waste it
I gotta win, I can almost taste it
Can’t stay at home, so repeat to yourself
Live with it, live with it, ooh-oh, the virus might go
Live with it, live with it
Live with it, live with it
Live with it, live with it
Covid is spikin’ across the nation
But our kids, they need their education
Go back to school or I’ll hold your money
There’s nothin’ wrong with a nose that’s runny
This ain’t no time to put our lives on the shelf
Live with it, live with it, ooh-oh, the virus might go
Live with it, live with it
Live with it, live with it
Live with it, live with it
Come on, the virus might go
Woah!
Live with it, live with it, ooh-oh, the virus might go
Live with it, live with it
Live with it, live with it
Live with it, live with it
Live with it, live with it
Live with it, live with it
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“What took you so long?”
The dinosaur doctor hurried inside the Oval Dwelling and squatted across from the Tyrumposaurus.
“I came as soon as I heard. You said you thought you were coming down with something?”
“Yes, well, the Mediacircustops first brought it up and since you’re the expert, I thought I’d run it by you before I begin to, um … panic.”
“What exactly am I diagnosing here?”
“Latent stage neurosyphilis.”
“Hmm. Well, we need to begin somewhere. What is your weight these days?”
“200.”
The dino doc gave the T-Rump a stern disbelieving glare.
“Okay, okay. 6,000 pounds.”
“That’s better. Don’t take this personally. Remember, I’m rooting for you.”
“I need a cheater, not a cheerleader.”
The doc ignored the T-Rump.
“Any gastro-intestinal issues?”
“I wish. That’s like gas lighting, right?”
“Uh, no. I remember you limping down that small hill the other day. You looked to be in great pain.”
“Oh, that. I wasn’t limping. I’ll have you know I ran down that entire hill at top speed. Backwards.”
“Yes, of course you did. Now for your cognitive state. Look at the blank wall over there and tell me what you see.”
“I see division.”
“Oh? What kind of division?”
“Bad, bad division. Very bad.”
“I – I don’t know what to say. I’m astounded. It’s a miracle. Did I just hear you say that you understand that division is a bad thing in our society?”
“Hardly. Division is bad because I’m losing! You gotta help me win, doc. What do I have you here for? Everything is about me winning in November.”
“Well, perhaps if you were to read.”
“Don’t even start. Dammit. Now look what you’ve done. You’ve ruined my day.”
“How’s that?”
“You made me think of … school.”
“Go on.”
The T-Rump crossed his short arms defensively.
“I hated school.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because all the other dinos hated me. Stupid kids. Stupid school.”
“But there must have been something you liked.”
A thought dared frequent the T-Rump’s walnut.
“Well, one day a dino teacher told me history was like ‘his story’ and it could be my story. I didn’t even know the guy. But he’s a great guy because history was now my story and I didn’t even have to do anything. So okay, I’ll admit it. I know history because it’s my story.”
“Ahem, I believe what the teacher was referring to is that your life would be a part of history.”
The T-Rump scowled at him.
“You don’t have many friends, do you? No, you’re wrong, doc. Oh, sure. There are other dinos in my story but they’re just that. History.”
“Hmm. Now I’m beginning to understand your big speech yesterday celebrating our veteran dinos.”
“Great speech wasn’t it?”
“Well …”
“I just go with my gut. I still remember the main parts. I know them so well, I could sing them.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Yes, it is, doc. I need to show you I’m not stupid. Uh, but first I’m gonna need you to give me a bouncy beat though.”
“A … bouncy beat? Why’s that?”
“To kick-start my brain cells. Would you mind tapping your tail against the ground and stamping on those big Doobie bugs in between your tail taps? They’ll keep you runnin.’”
“I’ll try.”
The good doctor began tapping and stamping.
“Good, that’s good. Don’t stop.”
So, as far as I know
I’m glad they’re on our side
In Vietnam they did their part
In all those jungles deep inside
In that hot Desert Storm heat
Our warriors, all strong
We don’t have to worry
It was swift and swift, not long
Like nobody’s ever seen anything happen
And you know that, you know
And sweeping
It’s swift and sweeping, it’s, it’s swift and sweeping
It’s swift and sweeping, yes, it’s swift and sweeping
It’s swift and sweeping, it’s, It’s swift and sweeping
It’s swift and sweeping, yes, It’s swift and sweeping
Oh, you know how I feel
Hey, no bones spurs, I’d be there
But a lot of you, you yourself
Were involved in that over there
All of you, don’t worry
That was a quick one, right?
It was over in a hurry
Swift and swift and sweeping-like
Like nobody’s ever seen anything happen
And you know that, you know
It’s sweeping
It’s swift and sweeping, it’s, it’s swift and sweeping
It’s swift and sweeping, yes, it’s swift and sweeping
It’s swift and sweeping, it’s, It’s swift and sweeping
It’s swift and sweeping, yes, It’s swift and sweeping
It’s swift and sweeping
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July kicks off with two more T-Rump Traxx! First up, Day 1257 — “T-Rump Never Knows” … It’s another harrowing peek inside the T-Rump’s noggin … and Day 1261 — “Who’ll Stop the Pain?” … The bad news continues to pile up on the Milkanhoney Preservation. Thundering dino tail wags to the Beatles and good ol’ CCR. Stay safe and mask up!
“Can the Tyrumposaurus read? Really, Kayleigh? I’m not talking context. I’m just talking about comprehending a complete sentence?”
The Kayleighmcenany tightly gripped the flat rock lectern with her short arms. She was doing her best to contain her anger at the Mediacircustops at their latest briefing. They were all slimy animals before her, every one of them, plodding this god-forsaken swampy terrain, only looking to snipe, slash and devour the dino beside them. She was too, but that was another matter. She focused her sweet-but-sinister eyes upon them.
“Listen to me, all of you. I’m only going to say this once. Yes, the T-Rump does read and he also consumes intelligence … whenever someone can get close enough to whisper in his ear. As long as they don’t say Russia. Or Moscow. Or Nyet, nyet, Soviet. No one, no one is going to tell us when we can or cannot whisper in his ear. He likes being whispered in his ear. It makes him feel important. Having said that, he is the most informed dino on the planet Earth when it comes to the threats we face. Okay, most of the threats. 99 percent of them. No Russia of course, because of that whispering-in-the-ear thing. Next question.”
The Jeremydiamond raised his short arm.
“So, just to confirm. The T-Rump didn’t get the Russodino bounty news in late February … then it actually was in his PDB — that is, Pointless Dithering Blather … but it didn’t rise to a serious enough level — even though it was classified as top-secret … and now it’s all a hoax. Did I get that right?”
“Almost. You’re forgetting the part where when we whisper the information into the T-Rump’s ear we say rutabaga instead of Russia. Rutabaga, okay? So he may be subconsciously aware of the bounty issue, that’s where I’m going to leave it. Next question.”
The Kaitlyncollins perked up.
“Does the T-Rump know that the Ghislainemaxwell has been apprehended? And if so, how worried is he? Is he running around with his skin on fire? Or is he yelling at the Williambarr? Which is it?”
“Hold it, hold it. Hold it!” It was the Johnfogerty. “Are we all forgetting that we are squatting here in the middle of the worst pandemic in a hundred years? Are we?”
The collective look on the Mediacircustops’ faces turned his way said they were certainly going to be getting to that eventually. The Johnfogerty shrugged, nodded cordially and launched into his song anyway.
He calls it just an ember
This virus burnin’ down
But cases are still soarin’
The southern folk have found
On his make-shift stages
T-Rump thinks he’s the one
And he thunders, still he blunders
Who’ll stop the pain?
Can ya find it in ya
To accept this as the norm?
Genius not so stable
We watched his power grow
Still no plans and no deals
Trapped, we rack our brains
And he thunders, still he blunders
Who’ll stop the pain?
This game that he is playin’
It’s just for his encore
He controls the weather
With his latest storm
Still his hate is pourin’
Fillin’ in our fears
And he thunders, still he blunders
Who’ll stop the pain?
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The Jerrynadler looked the dinos before him up and down, hemmed and hawed twice to air out his jowls — doctors orders — and paused for a moment. He forgot what he was going to say. Soon his brow brightened with said knowledge. He was finally ready to speak.
“The Dino Cave Judiciary hearing will now come to order. We are looking into the many, relentless, conniving, underhanded and unscrupulous ways that the leadership of the D.O.J., that is, the Dinos Open Jawed, has been continuously overstepping their bounds. That is my opening statement. My doctor told me to keep it brief … to um, pace myself so as not to give you sorry lot of Grandoldparty dinos the sport and glee of some medical catastrophe.”
“Damn!” said the Dougcollins of Georgia Orchard.
“Today we have a special Whistleblower legal dino, the Aaronzelinsky, with us. He’s no relation to the Ukraine Plain Zelensky, because you certainly don’t want to get me going on that. The Aaronzelinsky is here to help shed light on the shenanigans going on over at the DOJ. Your opening statement, please.”
“Thank you. If I may, I found that five minutes may not be enough time to thoroughly cover the full extent of the gross misconduct I witnessed, the constant barrage of threats leveled at me and to adequately represent the mental anguish they put me through. Is it okay if I take an extra 30 seconds?”
“I don’t see why anyone would have a problem with that. Go right ahead.”
But before the legal dino could begin, there came a rapping sound. All eyes turned to the Louiegohmert of the Lone Star-Texas region. He was rapping his claws loudly against the flat rock where he was squatting.
“Would the member of Lone Star-Texas kindly quit that incessant racket.”
“No, not until you take back that 30 seconds from the witness. First it’s thirty seconds and next thing it’s two whole minutes. We can’t trust you Donkeykongrus folk.”
“The witness will continue.”
But the rapping by the Louiegohmert went on instead.
“I want my thirty seconds too,” said the Lone Star Texas dino.
“You can’t have it.”
“Here we go!” said the Dougcollins. “You’re not following the Geneva Cave-In rules.”
“This isn’t the Geneva Cave-In.”
The rapping was irritating even the Dougcollins.
“Louie, would you cut that out? I’m speaking now, remember?”
“Sorry.”
The rapping stopped.
“Witness will continue.”
“Hey! I wasn’t done yet.”
“Yes you were.”
“Oh! S-u-u-u-r-r-r-e. That’s my loud put-upon voice again for those who don’t know me. I know the T-Rump loves it when I’m as disruptive as possible. What are you waiting for, Louie? Get rapping!”
The rapping began anew. The Jerrynadler frowned. His thoughts turned to blessed retirement. If he just ignore Gohmert, maybe the Lone Star loser would realize he looked like an idiot and would stop. But that realization was still on the other side of the planet, so Gohmert didn’t.
“Excuse me?” It was the Aaronzelensky.
“Yeah?” asked the Louisgohmert, still rapping obnoxiously.
“Could I get you to speed your rapping up a little bit?”
The Louisgohmert paused for a minute, completely caught off guard.
“You … want me to speed up my rapping? Uh, how come?”
“Because I like your style. I can use it as a backbeat. I think I’ll just go ahead and sing my opening statement.”
“You like my style, huh? Is this fast enough?”
He quickened his tempo.
“That’s fine.”
“Louie!” hollered the Dougcollins. “He’s tricking you, Louie! Stop! Slow down! Don’t do it, Louie!”
It was too late. Somebody liked his backbeat.
I can’t get no legal action
I can’t get no legal action
‘Cause I try and they lie and I try and they lie
I can’t get no
I can’t get no
T-Rump made Bill Barr the Czar
Who then tells me to just let it go
He’s tellin’ me more and more
About Geoff Berman’s resignation
Well, I’m tired of his translation
I can’t get no
Oh, no, no, no
Hey, hey, hey
It’s not okay
I can’t get no legal action
I can’t get no legal action
‘Cause I try and they lie and I try and they lie
I can’t get no
I can’t get no
When I’m watchin’ just to see
If someone’s gonna come tell me
We wanna set him free
We know he’s bad but the boss knows Roger Stone
So treat him like you’d treat me
I can’t get no
Oh, no, no, no
Hey, hey, hey
It’s not okay
I can’t get no legal action
I can’t get no straight infraction
‘Cause I try and they lie and I try and they lie
I can’t get no
I can’t get no
When I’m playin’ by the rules
And I got Flynn on this ‘cause Mueller said that
And I remember my law school
They told me, buddy, when they crack back, you make ‘em squeak
‘Cause all they know is their double speak
I can’t get no
Oh, no, no, no
Hey, hey, hey
It’s not okay
I can’t get no
I can’t get no
I can’t get no legal action
No legal action
No legal action
No legal action
I can’t get no
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David Belisle