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Old T-Rump, He Had a Scam …

The following song could be heard making the rounds recently in the Trumpassic Period playgrounds near and far as dino tots sang at the top of their little lungs, heaping praise upon their great leader, the Tyrumposaurus ...

Old T-Rump, he had a scam
He knows you know I know
And in his scam Obama’s bad
He knows you know I know
With his birth not here
And his birth not there
Here no birth, there no birth
Ain’t nowhere Obama’s birth
Old T-Rump, he had a scam
He knows you know I know!

Old T-Rump, he had a scam
He knows you know I know
And in his scam, who killed Sethrich?
He knows you know I know
With a Sethrich here
And a Sethrich there
Here a Seth, there a Seth
Everywhere a Sethrich
Old T-Rump, he had a scam
He knows you know I know!

Old T-Rump, he had a scam
He knows you know I know
And in his scam they listened in
He knows you know I know
With a tap tap here
And a tap tap there
Here a tap, there a tap
Everywhere a tap tap
Old T-Rump, he had a scam
He knows you know I know!

Old T-Rump, he had a scam
He knows you know I know
And in his scam they vote too much!
He knows you know I know
With a vote vote here
And a vote vote there
Here a vote, there a vote
Everywhere a vote vote
Old T-Rump he had a scam
He knows you know I know!

Old T-Rump, he had a scam
He knows you know I know
And in his scam he had intel
He knows you know I know
With a deep state here
And a deep state there
Here a state, there a state
Everywhere a deep state
Old T-Rump, he had a scam
He knows you know I know!

Old T-Rump, he had a scam
He knows you know I know
And in his scam the Epstein died
He knows you know I know
With a guard not here
And a guard not there
Hillary’d here, Hillary’d there
Every dino Hillary’d
With a deep state here
And a deep state there
Here a state, there a state
Everywhere a deep state
With a vote vote here
And a vote vote there
Here a vote, there a vote
Everywhere a vote vote
With a tap tap here
And a tap tap there
Here a tap, there a tap
Everywhere a tap tap
With a Sethrich here
And a Sethrich there
Here a Seth, there a Seth
Everywhere a Sethrich
With his birth not here
And his birth not there
Here no birth, there no birth
Ain’t nowhere Obama’s birth
Old T-Rump, he had a scam
He knows! You know! I know!

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The T-Rump Dig Podcast … Days 928 & 932

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This week’s double feature includes: Day 928 — The Stochastic Stooge … The Tyrumposaurus’ inner circle frantically spins Gilroygarlic and Elpasogrande … and … Day 932 — Love, Respect and Enthusiasm … What could go wrong with the T-Rump visiting the victims? What could possibly go wrong?

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Love, Respect and Enthusiasm …

The plodding Tyrumposaurus entourage pulled up at the entrance to the Dino Sick Bay in Greaterdayton to a waiting pack of Mediacircustops. Just days before, nine dinos had been slaughtered and 27 more injured in a brutal, senseless early morning attack. While several Greaterdayton dinos had suggested perhaps the T-Rump might want to wait or not bother coming at all, the T-Rump listened to his better devils and here he was, in all his preening glory.

The Stephaniegrisham stepped forward to address the Mediacircustops.

“Hi, remember me?”

“No!” came the resounding chorus.

“Oh, come on, now. I’ve been meaning to speak to you. Really. Maybe next year. Anyways, this is how this meet’n greet, I mean, sympathy visit is going to go down. Let’s remember that the T-Rump is truly a great leader. That’s your headline everyone or I will hunt you down. Following that, this is all about honoring the victims, comforting the communities and thanking the first responders and dino docs for their heroic actions. Kind of like the T-Rump arriving to see you for the first time. Very heroic.”

“Let’s go,” said the T-Rump. “They can’t wait to see me.”

The T-Rump and his closest besty beasties entered the Sick Bay. The Mediacircustops stepped forward as well, right into the raised short arm of the Stephaniegrisham.

“Oh, no. Stop right there. This won’t do. You can’t come inside. Think of the pain and suffering.”

“Oh, the victims. Of course,” said the Andersoncooper.

“No, the T-Rump. What if he actually succumbs to a bout of … empathy? What would you think then?”

“Wow. You are s-o-o-o right.”

Moments later, the T-Rump and friends stood over a recovering dino patient. He was nursing several wounds. He looked up at the T-Rump and struggled to find words.

“I – I …” the wounded dino gasped.

“Go on,” urged the T-Rump.

“I – I … don’t want to see you. Get out of my sight.”

The T-Rump’s pack quickly regrouped and found a second patient to visit.

“Scram!” came the one word response.

Exit stage left and on to a third injured dino, who upon seeing the T-Rump began screaming.

“A-a-a-a-a-a-g-h!”

A dino nurse poked her head in the cave.

“What’s wrong?”

“A nightmare, ohmigod.” He looked up. “A-a-a-a-a-a-g-h! He’s still here! N-o-o-o-o-o-o!”

The nurse quickly ushered the T-Rump and company away from the Greaterdayton victims. Fingers crossed, the Stephaniegrisham pointed to three dino patients who had not been involved in the Greaterdayton attack.

“Here we go. I’m sure your visiting these dinos will be the highlight of their day.”

The first dino rose from his sick nest at the sight of the T-Rump.

“Hah! I loved it when the Joaquincastro identified your major moolah-moolah leaf donors. They’re fueling your campaign of hate that labels the Latinonachos dinos as ‘invaders.’”

“Hey! Wait a minute. He can’t tell dinos that kind of information.”

“You nincompoop. Any dino can look it up. It’s public knowledge.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, I don’t even know who the Joaquincastro is other than the lesser brother of a failed candidate who makes a fool of himself every time he opens his mouth. Joaquin is not the dino that his brother is … but his brother, according to most, is … not much!”

“Y’know, T-Rump. You do have a round-about way of making yourself look like an idiot. I’ll give you that.”

The Stephaniegrisham jumped between them.

“It’s not good to be yelling at the patients.”

“He’s not wounded. He’s faking. Fake fake faker!”

A moment later, the T-Rump and friends stopped at the bedside of the next patient. The consoler-in-chief glanced down at him, then off into space.

“So, uh … what are you in for?”

“Bone spurs.”

“Very funny. A wise guy, eh?” 

The Stephaniegrisham gave her boss the look. He calmed down.

“Uh, that’s nice.”

“Not really. The Joebiden said you’re fanning the flames of white-striped dino supremacy in the Milkanhoney Preservation.”

“The sleepy Joebiden? B-o-o-o-o-r-i-n-g! The dino nation will do poorly with him. You’ll do poorly with him.” The T-Rump pointed a threatening finger at the wounded dino.

The Stephaniegrisham grabbed the T-Rump by the shoulder.

“One more. Let’s try one more. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”

A third non-Greaterdayton attack-related patient was soon blessed with the arrival of a smiling T-Rump, chest held high.

“So, how do you like me so far?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I mean, how have you been treating me so far?”

“You just got here.”

The Danscavino rushed to the patient’s side and whispered something in his ear. The dino patient looked confused.

“Rock star?”

Waving his arms about, the Danscavino attempted to drag the entire phrase from the recovering dino.

“No,” said the patient. “I won’t say it. I’m definitely not treating him like a rock star!”

The Danscavino held his hands up. Conversation over. He peeked at the T-Rump, who was doing his best to grin and bear this latest broadside.

“Don’t worry, boss. He’s delirious. I’ll look after it. I will absolutely get the word out.”

Within hours, the T-Rump Pity Party Part Two arrived at the Dino Sick Bay in Elpasogrande. There they found stronger sentiments staring back at them. Emphatic footprints in the sand that read ‘Go Home!’, ‘Stay Away!’ and “White-Striped Supremacy is NOT a Virtue.” But the T-Rump stepped passed them all. He was here to pay his respects to 22 dead dinos and dozens more wounded whether they liked it or not. 

Outside the view of the Mediacircustops once more, the Stephaniegrisham guided the group quickly past the dinos wounded in the white-striped supremacy attack. She wasn’t taking any chances. Straight to the dinos with less of a bone to pick. Or so she thought.

The first dino smiled at the T-Rump. The Foxsquawkbox would ecstatically record it as the first smile at the T-Rump from an Elpasogrande dino in 932 days. The smile came with words.

“I just wanted to say that that was very nice what the Sherrodbrown and the Nanwhaley said earlier today about your meeting the injured dinos in Greaterdayton.”

“What?! Don’t believe it. Fake news! They threw me under the Priebusunderbus! Over and over. It was disgusting. The most disgusting thing the dino world has ever seen!”

The Stephaniegrisham kept repeating to herself, I love my job, I love my job … as she directed the T-Rump over to a second patient. A patient who appeared to by lying in wait, rubbing his short arms together.

“You should have listened to Beto. He told you not to come. The Betoorourke gave you the dirty end of the tail. He called you a white-striped supremacist dino, he did. It looks good on you.”

The T-Rump did a slow burn, his orange skin turning bright red. A chameleon cataclysm.

“You … you tell him to — to … to be quiet!”

The leader of the free-running dino world turned and stormed away. The Stephaniegrisham angled in in front of him, managing to direct him to a final dino, a last gasp attempt at nailing down the smallest of victories she would gladly take at this point. The still-frowning T-Rump looked down at the latest recovering dino.

“What do you want?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’d better.”

The dino didn’t understand.

“Inside joke,” said the T-Rump, itching to leave as soon as dino-ly possible.

“Your lies are catching up with you,” said the dino patient. “The Tuckercarlson said the whole white-striped supremacy thing is a hoax.”

“No, no, no. You’ve got the wrong hoax.”

The dino patient scoffed.

“There are so many. And so we have another Foxsquawkbox dino taking another vacation because they said the wrong thing. You should take a vacation, T-Rump. For good.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘for now,’ thank you very much.”

And with that the T-Rump and his followers fairly barreled out of the Dino Sick Bay into a throng of Mediacircustops waiting for them. The T-Rump stepped forward.

“We had an amazing day, as you know. Well, you would know if you’d been in there. The love, the respect and enthusiasm for me. It was, it really was amazing. I wish you could’ve been in there to see it.”

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The Stochastic Stooge …

“Stochastic terror?! What the hell is that?”

The Tyrumposaurus looked incredulously at his acting chief of staff, the Mickmulvaney, who was becoming quite used to explaining big words to the T-Rump.

“Yes, well, they are not good words. Stochastic terror means the public demonization of a dino or group resulting in the incitement of a violent act, which is statistically probable but whose specifics cannot be predicted.”

The T-Rump still looked miffed.

“What the Mediacircustops are suggesting is that your divisive rhetoric played a role in the dino massacres in Gilroygarlic and Elpasogrande.”

“But we get a pass on Greaterdayton,” interrupted the Stephenmillerus. “There’s that.”

“Not something you’d want to turn into a talking point,” corrected the Mickmulvaney.

The three sites in question had seen 34 dinos killed and dozens wounded by lone-wolf dinos. The T-Rump turned to the Stephenmillerus.

“I said god bless them all and that I might look into it. That’s the best I can do. What’s next?”

“What’s next? We do nothing. It’s business as usual. We’re winning. Look at our great way of life. Remember?”

“Except we have a little problem,” said the Mickmulvaney. “It appears the Sherrodbrown, the Timryan and the Berniesanders want the Mitchgetbacktowork to get all his dinos back to the Sin Hut and do something about this.” 

“I wouldn’t want my vay-cay interrupted,” said the T-Rump.

His chief of staff looked aghast.

“For 34 dead dinos?”

The three dinos quietly contemplated what was the dead dino magic number before the Kongrus Kave should cancel vacations. A minute later the Stephenmillerus brightened.

“Here’s what we do. We say the Mitchgetbacktowork fell down and hurt his shoulder. He can’t go to the Sin Hut. Dino doc’s orders.”

“Great, Stephen,” said the T-Rump. “Just great. But I’m in a doubling down mood. Especially after the Betoorourke called me a white-striped nationalist. Me? White-striped? C’mon. What can we do there?”

“Elpasogrande is his own neighborhood,” said the Mickmulvaney. “You need to leave that alone. Just say you’re angry, you’re upset and that you want it to stop.” 

“I was talking to Stephen. Which reminds me, can I triple down before I double down? It would save time.”

The Stephenmillerus lowered his gaze as he did when the T-Rump asked a question defying simple logic.

The Stephaniegrisham took the awkward pause as a chance to poke her snout into the Oval Dwelling.

“Excuse me, T-Rump? I just wanted to confirm. We are taking away the Briankarem’s access today, aren’t we? I can only avoid him for so long. He already went and told the other Mediacircustops. That wasn’t part of the plan. I may have to speak at some point and I know you don’t want that.”

“Of course not. Didn’t the Huckabeecyclops tell you all her good places to hide?”

“Hide? That one-eyed ogre told the Mediacircustops how to find me!”

The T-Rump chuckled.

“I always liked that girl’s spunk. Stephanie, nobody believes the Mediacircustops fake news anymore so you have a job in title only. Remember that. Just shut up and smile, okay?”

With that ringing endorsement, she retired from the cave. The T-Rump rejoined his dilemma du jour.

“The most important thing about Elpasogrande and Greaterdayton, the big question here is when can I get back to dividing the dino nation? When?!”

“I don’t think you want to go there just yet,” said the Mickmulvaney.

“Silence!” said the Stephenmillerus. “It’s so easy to see why you are the acting chief of staff.”

The Mickmulvaney shrank inside. The damning designation always hit him to the core.

The Stephenmillerus stuck out his jaw, signalling he had something very important to say.

“I’m sure you can dive right back in with your fiery rhetoric within the next 24-to-48 hours. We can turn this on its head and distract the dino nation by blaming the Mediacircustops as the motivation behind the massacres. They’re the ones stirring the pot with their fake news.”

“Great stuff, Stephen. But I know you’ve got more evil in your genius. Dig deep now.”

The T-Rump and the Mickmulvaney leaned back in their squats in awe as the T-Rump senior advisor did a double shift of his jaw, verbally grinding down upon all things evil and wicked.

“We could suspend all Mediacircustops access to the Oval Dwelling for 48 hours. No, we need to get meaner. … We have you call the Betoorourke a white-striped nationalist. That would keep him hopping for days. … That’s two bad things. Hmm …”

“I think we’re missing the point,” said the Mickmulvaney. “The real two bad things are Elpasogrande and Greaterdayton. These are what dinos are connecting.”

The Stephenmillerus raised his hand as if to swat the Mickmulvaney but paused, resuming his diabolical thought process. 

“Two bad things … connected …”

A light went on in his head, spelling obvious doom for the Milkanhoney Preservation.

“I’ve got it. We join the massacre issue and our migration problem by introducing background check legislation on all migrant dinos coming across the Great Tex-Mex Divide. How dark and devilish! Two wrongs to make a right. For us!”

The Stephenmillerus’ sinister laugh filled the Oval Dwelling.

“Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”

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The T-Rump Dig Podcast … Days 921 & 925

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Today’s double-feature podcast includes: Day 921–Madam Speaker … The Manuraju finds himself alone with the Nancypelosi … and … Day 925–40 Acres and Mule … The 20 Donkeykongrus leader-hopefuls doggedly debate for the second time.

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40 Acres and a Mule …

The 20 Donkeykongrus dinos slogged along, continuing their Trudge-About, a Trumpassic Period version of the walk-about. It was a soul-searching trek these dinos took religiously every month. The November battle was still 15 months away but it was never too late to commiserate with comrades about how best to defeat the Tyrumposaurus.

They made their way through Motorsitty-Klunker, a greasy-grassed Michigonian meadow where the rubber trees met the road. They traveled in two packs of ten, separated by a hundred yards and a thousand thoughts. Misery loves company but let’s not get ridiculous.

In the lead group, the Elizabethwarren raised her short arm.

“We can’t take the Oval Dwelling with small ideas and spinelessness.”

“That’s why we need to take care of ourselves,” said the Johndelaney. “It’s all about health and I’m the only dino here with experience in the business.”

“It’s not a business,” said the Berniesanders.

“You don’t know that, Bernie,” said the Timryan. “You don’t know that.”

“I do know it. I wrote the damn bill.”

“Woah!” said the Johnhickenlooper. “I want everyone to just stop and think of where you would be if you woke up tomorrow morning and needed life saving surgery.”

“Thanks John,” said the Betoorourke. “You sure know how to ruin a good trudge-about. We already have the Stevebullock’s false choice. And now your freaked-out choice.”

The Stevebullock harrumphed.

“False choice? Hah! I kicked the Kochbrothersaurus out of Hannah-Montana! The Kochbrothersaurus! Uh … where was I? Oh, yeah. False choice. Better than watching you guys keep trying to outdo each other with your stupid wish lists.”

The Johndelaney clapped him on the back.

“I agree with you, Steve, but I have to go you one better on the wish lists because I need to get to 5% like now.  We can win if we run on real solutions, not impossible promises. Things that are workable, not fairy tales.”

The Elizabethwarren again waved her arms in the air emphatically.

“Why anyone would go to the trouble of being the leader of the dino nation only to talk about all the things we can’t get done.”

The Johndelaney smiled back at her awkwardly, as if he’d delivered the punch line.

“Wow,” said the Johnhickenlooper, “I’m glad she got you, John, before I spoke, because I’m dead set in my ways and can’t comprehend change. And these are radical changes we’re talking.” 

The Berniesanders threw his hands up.

“Throw your hands up,” said John.

“Okay,” said Bernie, throwing his hands up.

“Oh, I can do that to,” said the Johnhickenlooper. So both dinos took turns throwing their hands up for a moment or two, as the other dinos thankfully reminded themselves the dino world wasn’t watching.

“Hey,” said the Petebuttigieg, “I’ve spent my entire adult lifetime waiting for a moment like this. Hear me out. They’re going to say we’re a bunch of crazy socialists. So, let’s just stand up for the right policy, go out there and defend it. That’s my policy.”

The dinos all paused, looking at him for a long moment.

“N-a-a-a-a-h,” they said with a collective shake of their heads.

“You need a voice from the heartland,” ventured the Amyklobuchar.

“Define heartland,” said the Timryan. “Because that sounds damn close to Youngstown.” He let his glare resonate. He turned to the others. “I hope tonight at some level I captured your imagination.”

“Ooh,” said the Mariannewilliamson, holding out her trembling hands. “Can you feel the toxicity and emotional turbulence below the surface?”

A visibly frightened Timryan backed away from her. Youngstown was replaced by Crazytown. She continued.

“What imagination? I’ll show you imagination. Where should I start? The war on wonkiness? The 40 acres and a mule?” I know, how about the dark psychic force of the collectivized hatred?

A hundred yards behind, the second pack of ten dinos weren’t faring much better.

The Billdeblasio tapped the Joebiden on the shoulder.

“Hey, I’m still waiting to hear your response when the issue came up of all those deportations.”

The Joebiden turned to face him.

“But here’s the deal. The fact is that we’re talking about things that occurred a long, long time ago. And now, all of a sudden, you know — I find it fascinating. Everybody is talking about how terrible I am on these issues.”

“Now you’re talking,” said the Coreybooker. “You’re dipping into the Koolaid and you do know the flavour.”

Koolaid was a nickname for the less swampy water slurped from the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir. The Joebiden grasped the Coreybooker’s arm.

“The fact is that the leader — that, excuse me, the exalted one … damn, the numero uno, hold on now, I’ll get it … the future leader here — there … finally.”

“Thanks for your endorsement,” said the Coreybooker. “Giving up already, are you?”

“Joe,” said the Jayinslee. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings, now don’t take this the wrong way, but your health plan … well, I’m afraid to say … it’s … middling.

“Middling?”

“That’s right. Middling.”

“As in middle-weight,” said the Kamalaharris. “Sorry, Jay, if you want to punch up, you’ve got to go at him harder. Allow me.” She stared down the Joebiden. “Welcome to Round Two. Let’s talk health care. Unfortunately, you’re just simply inaccurate in what you’re describing.”

“Stop right there!”

It was the Tulsigabbard. Her eyes positively gleamed at the Kamalaharris.

“You blocked evidence that would’ve helped a dino on death row, you put 1500 wacky-tobaccy dinos in the Solitary Sinkhole and you kept other dinos there too long — to be used as cheap labor.”

The Kamalaharris was caught flat-footed. A wise Juliancastro looked on.

“It looks like more than one of us hasn’t learned the lessons of the past and one of us, heh-heh — that would be me — has.”

The Kamalaharris finally found her voice.

“I – I’m proud of my record. History’s proud of my record. 40 million Califortyniners are proud of my record. Proud, proud, proud. You know what you can do with your, your fancy speeches.”

You could hear a lone swamp bubble pop in the reservoir. The dinos looked at one another. The Andrewyang finally broke the tension.

“Hey, did you know that the opposite of the T-Rump is an Asian dino who likes math?”

The Kirstengillibrand saw her chance and jumped in.

“I’ll tell you this, if you want to get something done, just tell me it’s impossible.”

“That cliff over there,” said the Coreybooker, grinning at her. “It’s impossible to jump off it.”

“Ahem,” said the Michaelbennett. “Listen up. Who doesn’t think I can draw a straight line from the Dixieslaver dinos … through the Segregators … through the Caveless Crisis … through the Solitary Sinkhole … right to the Betsydevos? Huh? C’mon. Any takers? I win. You lose.”

The Donkeykongrus debates continued.

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While Dinos Slept …

Today was the big day. The bold, unabashed words from a mountain-top manifesto. The Muellersavus was finally going to speak before the Kongrus Kave and bring to life his 448 footprints in the sand report. Only 3% of the dino nation had made it their civic duty to venture down that eye-straining path.

The Adamschiff’s tail pounded the flat rock lectern and dinos of all stripes soon found their ground to squat.

“The Kongrus Kave will come to order. We want to thank the Muellersavus for coming to answer our judiciary intelligence questions today. That may sound like an oxymoron but that’s where we are. My opening remarks? I just want to say this is the first meeting in months where we have a dino who has actually shown up and is going to be truthful. Imagine that. What you’re about to hear, if our prayers are indeed answered, will put us one large footprint toward ending this tragic travesty we know as the T-Rump’s reign. Special counsel? Regale us, if you will.”

There came the slow, see-saw sound of snoring. The Muellersavus had fallen asleep.

“Well,” said the Aaronzebley. “It’s a good thing I showed up.”

“Objection!” shouted the Devilnunesmemo. “This is not Bring Your Kid to Work Day. We’re not going to ask this, this marginal minion a single question.”

The Aaronzebley bristled.

“What are you afraid of?”

“Na-na-na-na-na-na-na … I can’t hear you. … Na-na-na-na-na-na-na.”

The Adamschiff’s tail came crashing down.

“That will be quite enough, thank you. Don’t make me take off my smiley face.”

He frowned anyway at the Devilnunesmemo.

“Did you read the Muellersavus Report?”

“Of course not.”

The Langleyops boss, the Christopherwray, rose from the audience.

“Me too!” I didn’t …” He noticed every dino looking at him strangely. “… read … it … either.”

Blushing beet red, he returned to his squat. The Adamschiff shook his head in disbelief.

“Some things are better left unsaid. But that’s not why we’re here today.” He turned to the Devilnunesmemo. “I understand you didn’t read the report for fear of being brainwashed, but I’m the presiding chair dino here today. So I want you to behave yourself and if you don’t use your five minutes, I’ll give them to a Donkeykongrus member and you can just squat there and listen to us roast the T-Rump for the next two hours. Capiche?”

“Well, since you put it that way.”

“Let’s begin,” said the chair dino. “To show you there’s no hard feelings, in true Donkeykongrus take-a-tail-lash-to-the-face fashion, I will let you go first, Devil.”

“It’s Devin.”

“Not for the past two-and-a-half years it isn’t.”

The Devilnunesmemo smirked, reveling inside at the infamous Satan-like kinship he shared with the Stephenmillerus. The ranking Grandoldparty member put on his best scowl for the Aaronzebley.

“The Josephmifsud.”

“Who?”

“You know damn well who.”

“I know, I just wanted to see your reaction. What about him?

“He was the epicenter of this whole investigation linking the Donkeykongrus with the Russodinos.”

“Surely you jest.”

The Devilnunesmemo’s face flamed on.

“Who are you calling Shirley!?”

“Time out!” said the Adamschiff.

“But I just started.”

“I will recognize you when you stop thinking murderous thoughts. The Pramilajayapal.” 

“Thank you. Where do I begin? I’ll just boil it down to my favorite T-Rump crime. Witness tampering. Two instances here. Both obstructions of justice. To confirm, with the Manaforta and the Michaelcohen?”

“Right you are.”

“Please tell us you will put him away in the Solitary Sinkhole for a very long time.”

“Long enough to catch up with the Jeffreyepstein on the gay, old times.”

“I yield my time to any Grandoldparty dino who wants to make a complete fool of their self.”

“Hah!” said the Johnratcliffe. “I resemble that remark. So, which DOJ policy or principle sets forth a legal standard that an investigated dino is not exonerated if their innocence from criminal conduct is not conclusively determined?”

“Come again? You didn’t actually just say that, did you?”

“Answer the question before I bite you.”

“Could you, uh … rephrase the question, please? Heh-heh.”

“Damn, I knew you’d ask that. Okay. Which DOJ policy investigates the legal standard of a conclusively determined innocent dino if exonerated by criminal conduct?”

“One more time.”

“Uh, what’s the legal standard for a DOJ policy that exonerates the conclusively criminal dino of the innocently conducted investigation?”

“I don’t know. You tell me, funny guy.”

“Huh, you think I’m funny? Do I amuse you?”

The chair dino interrupted.

“And you get a time out too, Ratcliffe. The Mikequigley. Go right ahead.”

“Thank you. Aaron, how would you characterize the fact that the T-Rump Jr. readily accepted stolen secrets from the Wikileakibeak and promoted them further?”

“In the words of the Muellersavus, and let me say this is about as animated as he gets, he said, problematic is an understatement. That’s like really bad.”

“You just sent a shiver down the spine of dino nation. I yield my time to the next T-Rump sycophant.”

“The Michaelturner.”

The heavyset Grandoldparty dino eyed the smaller Aaronzebley.

“I need your help with something. This word ‘exonerate.’ I’ve looked all over for it. I read footprints from my legal dino school, your legal dino school. Not there, so you can’t use it. Nope. It’s not a legal term.”

“It’s not meant to be a legal term. Just like collusion isn’t. Tell you what, we’ll stop saying ‘not exonerated’ when the T-Rump stops saying ‘no collusion.’ Gee, isn’t the T-Rump saying ‘complete exoneration’ himself? Maybe you should’ve flapped your gums at him before you came here. I believe the legal term for that is priority, pal. I’m done with you.”

 “The Valdemings.”

“Thank you, chair dino.” She turned to the Aaronzebley.  “Lies, lies and more lies. Let’s talk about lies, shall we?”

“Yes, let’s. The Muellersavus would agree with me that there are a spectrum of witnesses who are not telling the full truth and those who are outright liars.”

“Did they obstruct your investigation?”

“Every time they opened their mouths. Allow me to share this investigative nugget. With the T-Rump having lied over 11,000 times, it sets a bad example.”

“The Jimjordan. You’re up.”

The Jimjordan tugged at his short arms to roll up several folds of skin. It was a nervous habit he had whenever he knew he was up to no good.

“Remember the Josephmifsud! He lied 3 times. Count’em. One. Two. Three lies. Incredible. How come he wasn’t charged, huh? How come?”

“You’re obviously not paying attention, are you?”

“What?”

“The T-Rump lied 61 times last week.”

“Oh. Wow. That’s a lot.”

“The Karenbass.”

“Your team found 10 instances where the T-Rump obstructed justice. We only have time for five here. Allow me to tee up the third one for you.  Why doesn’t the T-Rump want the former Oval Dwelling legal dino, the Donmcgahn, to come speak before the committee?”

“Because we have the T-Rump dead to rights that he ordered the Donmcgahn to have the DOJ fire the Muellersavus, then the T-Rump’s legal dino told the Donmcgahn to put out a statement denying that the T-Rump told him to fire the Muellersavus. Then the T-Rump had the Robporter try to convince the Donmcgahn to make a false denial. It goes on and on. Pathetic really, for the leader of the free-running dino world.”

“The Kellyarmstrong.”

“How many dinos on your staff were fired during the course of your investigation?”

“A couple. How many of the T-Rump’s cabinet have been replaced. 43?”

“You’re good, I’ll give you that. You’re good.”

“The Madeleinedean.”

“When the Muellersavus heard the Williambarr’s initial response about your report, your boss said the Williambarr’s response did not fully capture the context, nature and substance of your office’s work and conclusions. Would you care to comment?”

“Don’t get me started. The Williambarr is a two-bit charlatan masquerading as the law of the land. As the T-Rump’s legal dino, he has ground the dino courts to a halt. He scours the Pit of Disgustingly Shameful to its deepest depths.”

“O-k-a-a-a-y. The Debbielesko.”

“I’m just here to talk about your reliance upon the Mediacircustops. In your report, you quoted from the Washingtonpostian dino 60 times and the Newyorktimesian dino 75 times. But you only quoted the Foxsquawkbox 25 times. What’s up with that?! How can you even sleep at night? If you weren’t relying on fake news so much, I’d call you biased.”

“In the words of the Mikequigley, this too shall pass.”

“The Loucorrea.”

“I’d like to get right to the fourth instance of obstruction of justice. That is, the T-Rump protecting the Flynnhasbeen.”

“Why, sure. I have it right here, emblazoned on the forefront of my memory. We have substantial evidence that the T-Rump fired the Jamescomey because the Langleyops director would not tell the T-Rump that he was not under investigation. The very next day, the T-Rump bragged about it to Russodinos inside the Oval Dwelling, calling the Jamescomey crazy and a nutjob.”

“Can you add slander and libel to the charges?”

“Those — and treason — are all ongoing investigations.”

“The Willhurd.”

“Ahem, I know my Grandoldparty colleagues will want to throw me under the Priebusunderbus, but I just want to apologize in advance for the Mitchgetbacktowork and the Cindyhydesmith who are set to kill any plans we have for stopping the Russodinos from interfering in our upcoming battle plans.”

“Traitor!” shouted the Mattgaetz.

“Order!” said the Adamschiff. “You’ve already lost the Justinamash. Keep it up. The Sheilajacksonlee.”

“I just want to remind every dino who hasn’t seen the Muellersavus report, there are, believe it or not, ten instances of obstruction of justice. You have analyzed the three elements for the crime of obstruction of justice. Those would be the obstructive act, a nexus between the act and an official proceeding, and corrupt intent. Is that correct?”

“You bet. We stopped at ten obstructive acts because, let’s be serious. With this leader, we’d still be out there, right?”

“The Kenbuck.”

“C’mon, Aaron. With regards to obstruction, admit it, you threw a bunch of stuff up against the wall to see what would stick. So I’m just going to stick to this question.  Could you charge the T-Rump with a crime after he left office?”

“Yes.”

“You believe you could charge the leader of the dino nation with obstruction of justice after he left office?”

“Same answer. I think you’re winning the other side’s argument right now.”

“Traitor!” It was the Mattgaetz again.

The Adamschiff tossed a rock at him, hitting him in the beak.

“Ow!”

“Idiot. Go ahead, the Joeneguse.”

“I’d like to point you to the fifth obstruction of justice case. What did the T-Rump tell the T-Rump Jr. and the Hopehicksbagotrix to say about the T-Rump Jr.’s meeting with the Russodinos?

“He told them to change their original story and lie.”

“Why are we not surprised?”

“The Chrisstewart.”

“I have 25 examples here of where you did not do a good job. That is, 25 leaks from your group.”

“You’re kidding me, right? The T-Rump has been in power for 918 days. That’s 918 leaks. Plus. My friend, there’s a Wikileakibeak and then there’s a weak leak. Guess which is yours.” 

“Okay,” said the Adamschiff. “We’ve taken up enough of your time. I will keep my closing comments to a simple question for you, Aaron. What the heck do we do now?”

“I had a feeling you were going to ask that, even though the second part of our 448 footprints practically screamed it out loud. Impeach this sucker! We gave you the guidelines. Follow them. This is a defining moment in our history. Do we want every one of our dino tots to be a racist bully? Will we all become pathological liars? Does the new normal feature the T-Rump as our pride and joy? Will future leaders be expected to accept dirt on the opposition from foreign dino nations? How deep do you want the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir? Do we want a leader who places himself above the law? You took an oath to our Great Continental Divide. Big picture? Admit it, 300 million dinos did not watch today. They’re asleep in their dens. It’s now up to you to save dino democracy. In the words of the Chriscoumo, do your damn job.

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The Great Conflate …

Don’t look. But you couldn’t turn away. The putrid, icky, sticky swamp waters of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir were once more bubbling over. As in desperate times called for desperate measures. The Tyrumposaurus had been caught reveling in his latest rally chant of “Send her back!” It was a racist trope targeting four female Donkeykongrus dinos of a darker skin colour. The T-Rump had then walked, er … trudged it back. For 24 hours, after which he gleefully jumped feet first back into the disgusting, rhetorical waters they were. 

With this “love it or leave it” lingo soon to become a battle cry for every wet-nosed White-striped dino, the Oval Dwelling needed to get out in front of it, to defend its divisive nature and pooh-pooh the healthy red meat it was for T-Rump’s rabid base. They’d need a dino to make things right, to clear it up with the Mediacircustops, the Chriswallace. Yes, this was a job for …

Look! Down where dogs lie! It’s a turd! It’s a pain! It’s the Stephenmillerus!

He and the Chriswallace exchanged tail bumps.

“Welcome, Stephen, you’ve been lying low for how many months?”

“What can I say, Chris. When you’re up to no good, darkness is your best friend. Shine no light on me. No, thank you.”

“O-k-a-a-a-y. Why don’t we start off with this whole racism thing? Send her back. Love it or leave it. Why shouldn’t someone see all of this as just plain racist?”

“I’m glad you asked that, Chris. Because I think the term racist has become a label that is too often deployed by the radical left Donkeykongrus dinos in this nation simply to try to silence … and punish … and suppress … dinos they disagree with, speech that they don’t want to hear. The reality is that our exalted leader the T-Rump has been a leader for all dinos.”

“You don’t truly believe that, do you?”

“Oh, but I do. Whether you look at historically low Black-striped dinos left idle, historically low Latinonachos dinos left idle or if you look at what the T-Rump’s doing with migration to protect safety, security and more, lots more moolah-moolah leaves for all dinos.”

“I can see it’s time for a reality check. The T-Rump questioned where the Obamarus was born, he called the Mexicodinos rapists, he wanted to ban the Muslimosaurae. That’s not about protecting the Milkanhoney Preservation. That’s all about race.”

“I couldn’t disagree with you more, but I’m sure I will before long. I fundamentally disagree with the view that if you criticize a dino and they happen to be a different color of skin, that that makes it a racial criticism.”

“So,” interrupted the Chriswallace, “it’s just a coincidence that all four female Donkeykongrus were dinos of color and that the T-Rump’s criticism roared across the lines of decency by telling them to go back to where they came from, when three of them were born here?”

The Stephenmillerus ignored him.

“In fact, you saw the Ayannapressley saying if you’re brown you have to speak like a brown dino and blacks like a black dino. That’s the kind of ideology the T-Rump is rejecting. Bring on the color-blind society where we can criticize migration, dino’s views and ask where dinos come from without it being racist.

“Stephen, you are one sick and twisted dino. With that rational, can you also tell dinos to go back to where they came from?”

“First of all, and I’m glad that we can now get to what I think we really want to focus on. With the send her back chant, the T-Rump was clear that he disagreed with it.”

“Oh, no you don’t. No revisionist history on my watch. He let it go on for 13 seconds. He was basking in it. Soon to become an abbreviated national anthem. He said nothing after the rally that indicated any concern whatsoever.”

“Ahem. The sooner you listen to me, the better. But I want to get to the core issue,” said the Stephenmillerus. “The very core. Follow my beady eyes, Chris. Get beady with me. The core issue here is that all the dinos in that audience and millions of patriotic dinos all across the Milkanhoney Preservation are tired of being beat up — condescended to — looked down upon — talked down to — by members of the Kongrus Kave —  on the left — in the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir — and their allies — by the many Mediacircustops. And let’s get specific about it.”

“Uh-oh, here we go.”

“You heard what the Aye-Oh-Cee and the Ilhanomar said.”

“What was that?”

“Anything. If you heard it in context, it’s worse. Menacing tones. Giggling even. And yes, if you watch it in context, which I have, it’s even worse. That’s right. Worse than worse. And perhaps the most shocking of all, the Aye-Oh-Cee comparing the situation at the Great Tex-Mex Divide to the living conditions before the Final Solution, which by extension makes our fine Borderpatroller dinos like the Nazisaurae, which by extension makes us all Nazisaurae sympathizers and — stop everything — and focus on me. I actually am a Jewisaurus, and by extension that makes me profoundly outraged, which by extension I should be lying dead before you right now from grief. It is the historical smear of all dinosaur periods, a sinful, sinful comment. And those are the comments, Chris, we need to be focusing on.”

The Stephenmillerus had finally shut up. Partly because he was foaming at the mouth and had to stop to catch his breath, being careful not to choke on the phlegm. The Chriswallace seized the opportunity for his next question. 

“The T-Rump says the four female Donkeykongrus — known as the squad — hate the Milkanhoney Preservation. The T-Rump himself has called the Obamarus ignorant, that our nation has killers, and on and on. In general, is what the squad said any worse than what the T-Rump has already said?”

“It’s a great question, so I want to drill down on it with that extra evil look in my eyes because it’s really the heart of the debate. There’s a fundamental distinction between a left, right or center dino who wants to strengthen our core values which the T-Rump holds dear and a dino who wants to turn our nation into Viva-Venezuela.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. When I say whoa. I mean, Woah! … The fact of the matter is that dinos can have a legitimate difference of opinion on policies, whether we want to go one way or another.” 

The Stephenmillerus wasn’t listening. He was just waiting for the host to finish his sentence.

“What I’m saying is there’s a canyon-sized difference between our Milkanhoney Preservation First policy and an ideology that runs down our fine nation.”

“Are you saying ‘lock her up’ was an olive branch to the Crookadillary? I have yet to call the T-Rump’s Trollertweeties racist but there is no question he is stoking racial divisions.”

The Stephenmillerus raised his short arms to ease the troubled waters.

“Chris. Come with me back to the core. The core element. Once again. Three words. Milkanhoney Preservation First. Make no mistake. Everything bad the T-Rump has said and done is out of love for our fine dino nation.”

“And you said that with a straight face. Wow. What about looking out for your fellow dino at the Great Tex-Mex Divide?”

“I’m sorry. You lost me on that one.”

“Let’s switch to the garbage quote. I never thought I’d have to explain the context of garbage, but here goes. The T-Rump’s skin is on fire over a particular slur by the Aye-Oh-Cee. He said she called the dino nation garbage. But she was actually referring to her proposals for the dino nation when she said we shouldn’t settle for ten percent better than garbage.”

The Stephenmillerus’ eyes practically popped out of his head.

“It’s impossible to read the quote that way.”

“No, that’s the way every walnut-brain but two read it.”

“No, what she’s saying is that the Milkanhoney Preservation in her view right now, is garbage.”

“Once more, Steven. Look at me. Pretend I’m the T-Rump. Garbage is where we are in a policy. It’s not WHO we are. But if that’s the tact you want to take, you must remember this golden oldie from a few years back when the T-Rump was busy lambasting the Obamarus yet again about the effect he was having on our dino nation. The T-Rump said everything he touches turns to garbage. That’s not the Aye-Oh-Cee. That’s the T-Rump.”

Uh-oh. The Stephenmillerus was looking down his snout again.

“Throughout this interview, Chris, you’re continuing to conflate the T-Rump’s criticisms of the Obamarus versus the Aye-Oh-Cee’s deep and systemic criticisms of the country itself. And so, let me just cut to the heart of the issue.”

“I think you ripped the heart out of every issue a long time ago.”

“These four Donkeykongrus women want to tear down the structure of our dino nation. There’s is a deep-seated hatred. There’s a gigantic, enormous, ginormous …”

“Easy. Don’t hurt yourself.”

“… distinction between the T-Rump putting the Milkanhoney Preservation first versus their view that says our dino nation should never come first.”

“She never said that.”

“And Milkanhoney Preservation dinos should never come first.”

“Never said that either.”

“And that’s why we’re going to win next year.”

“Those are pretty bold words considering the Muellersavus is paying a visit on Wednesday. You think your acting vitriol mentor will still be around? But good luck with that. I wanted to discuss migrant family separation but I’m afraid we ran out of time.”

“Three words, Chris. Cradle-to-grave.”

“You remain one very scary dino, Stephen.”

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The T-Rump Dig Podcast … Days 907 & 911

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This week’s double-dino podcast features: Day 907 — Who Is My Neighbor? … The Kencuccinelli takes the Jaketapper on an Iceborderkops raid … and Day 911 — The Illegal Campaign Contribution Scheme … the Williambarr and his wife discuss the latest Michaelcohen’s 17 footprints in the sand.