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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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Madam Speaker …

The Simonandgarfunkel minstrel dino tells us that heaven holds a place for those who pray. Especially those in search of the Big Story. 

The Manuraju, a young, earnest Mediacircustops, leaned against a rock pillar and yawned. It was late in the day in the Kongrus Kave. He needed a Donkeykongrus or a Grandoldparty — any dino — to throw him a bone. He heard a noise and looked up. Bingo. Said bone was coming his way. He gasped. Could it be? Yes! The Nancypelosi. A golden bone. He would have her all to himself. He paused at his great fortune. His hands turned clammy and beads of sweat sprung from his brow. Flop sweat was in the offing. This was too good to be true. She was the most powerful female dino in the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir. 40 years his elder. Still in great shape too. Her mere presence intimidated him. What to ask? How to act? She stopped before him. Mind racing, he blurted out the first thing that came to his head.

“Are you trying to run out the clock?”

She looked at him and smiled demurely.

“Let’s get sophisticated about this, okay? May I ask you a question?”

He nodded with rapt attention.

“What do you think of me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve known me nearly all of your Mediacircustops life. You must have formed some opinion.”

“Well — I’ve always thought that you were a very — nice — dinosaur.”

“Did you know I legalized wacky-tobaccy?”

“What?”

“Did you know that?”

“Look — I think I should stop here …”

“Squat there, Manu.”

“Madam Speaker — if you don’t mind me saying so — this conversation is getting a little strange. Now I’m sure the Cryingchuckschumer will be here any minute.”

“No.”

“What?”

“He should be filibustering for several hours.”

Her tail slithered slowly on the ground, side to side.

“Ohmigod.”

“Pardon?”

“Oh no, Madam Speaker, oh no.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Madam Speaker, you didn’t — I mean you didn’t expect …”

“What?”

“I mean — you didn’t really think that I would ask a question like that.”

“Like what?”

“What do you think?”

“Well I don’t know.”

“For God’s sake, Madam Speaker, here we are, in the halls of dino justice, your tail slithering like that, opening up about your wacky tobaccy and telling me the Cryingchuckschumer won’t be here for hours. These are serious talking points.”

“So?”

“Madam Speaker — you are trying to score with me.”

They paused to look at each other. Manu was confused.

“Aren’t you?”

“Why no. I hadn’t thought of it. I feel rather flattered that you –”

“Madam Speaker, will you forgive me for how I phrased that question?”

“It’s all right.”

“It’s not all right, it’s the worst thing I’ve ever asked any dino.”

“Squat.”

“Please forgive me. Because I respect you. I don’t think of you that way. But I have a deadline.”

“All right. Now finish your question.”

“Madam Speaker, it makes me sick that I said that to you.”

“We’ll forget it right now. Finish your question.”

“What is wrong with me?”

“Manu.”

“Yes?”

“Will you ask the big question? Because it’s time for me to go home to bed.”

“Oh. Well, goodnight.”

“Won’t you ask the big question?”

“I’d rather not, Madame Speaker.”

“If you still think I’m trying to score with you …”

“No, I don’t. But I just feel a little funny.”

“Why is it?”

“Because I’m confused about things here in the Kongrus Kave. I can’t tell what I’m imagining. I can’t tell what’s real. I can’t …”

“Would you like to score with me?”

“What?”

“Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

“This interview is over right now. I apologize for what I said. I hope you can forget it. But I’m finished right now.

He turned to leave.

“Manu?”

“Yes.”

“I want to say something first. These talking points: the investigation, the articles and impeachment. They are several bases to cover. First base. Second base. Third base. Accomplishing that, we can go all the way.”

“Jesus Christ!”

“Manu — I want you to know I’m available to you. If you don’t want to score this time …”

“Oh my god.”

“If you don’t want to score with me this time, Manu, I want you to know you can call me anytime you want and we’ll make some kind of arrangement.”

“That’s a wrap!”

“Do you understand what I said?”

“Yes. Yes. I’m outta here!!”

There was the sound of an approaching dinosaur. It was the Cryingchuckschumer.

“Why hello, Manu. Say, I have a bombshell of an impeachment announcement you might want to know about.”

“Sorry, can’t stay. Gotta run!”

The Manuraju raced off into the darkness.

“Gee,” the Cryingchuckschumer said to the Nancypelosi. “What got into him? Kid’s got a nose for news. Always looking for the big score.”

“Not tonight he isn’t.”

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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.

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The Illegal Campaign Contribution Scheme …

“THWACK!”

The bloodied carcass of an Inanoutburgerus hit the cave wall and slid slowly down to the ground. The tosser of said main entree, the Williambarr, stared daggers at it, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His dino doc had warned him about throwing large food items.

“What’s wrong, dear?” his wife of 46 years asked. “I thought you liked the Inanoutburgerus. Lucky for us it ran through the neighborhood. Right through. Took me an hour to corral it.”

But she knew it wasn’t the Inanoutburgerus. Her eyes followed her husband’s, both lingering on the wall and the lines of blood from the carcass, slowly running down to the floor of their quaint, faux-Cretaceous decor dino den. How was she going to get that out? The point of impact looked vaguely like a T-Rump melt-down. Perhaps it was an omen? Her grandmother had warned her about dinosaurs rising too fast to the top of the food chain. Predators were always looking to take you down, if you were to believe the cries of “Send her back! Send her back!” that rang long and loud over the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir last night. She stifled a shiver and turned to her husband, the Milkanhoney Preservation’s dino attorney general.

“Another tough day at the office?”

“I’m doomed. We’re doomed.”

That didn’t sound good. She didn’t like being doomed. This was such a nice neighborhood. Maybe it was just his ulcer acting up. She prided herself on being a good listener. That and knowing that as his wife, she’d never be called upon to put him in the Solitary Sinkhole.

“Tell me all about it.”

“I – I just can’t believe it. After all I’ve done for the Tyrumposaurus.”

She stopped from saying ‘let me count the ways’. She knew her husband would and he did.

“I made them all wait for the Muellersavus Report so I could white-wash the walnut-brained. Then I pushed him back a week and I told his minions I’d step on them if they made so much as a peep! I’ve ignored the Subpoenasaurus on the census brouhaha, told every dino to stonewall and I’m about to be held in contempt.”

“Don’t they know you’re the law of the land? You kissed a lot of dino butt to get where you are.”

“I ended the hush moolah-moolah investigation. Ended it! I stopped them cold with their interviewing process and told the judge not to release the 17 smudged footprints in the sand. You remember, the Michaelcohen search warrants?”

“And what happened?”

“He released them! Every last one. Said the dino nation had to see them. Something about every dino having an opportunity to scrutinize them.”

“But I thought you were the only dino allowed to, ahem … scrutinize.” 

“So did I. These judges are killing me! But I got’em. Oh, I got’em good. They wanted footprints in the sand? That’s what they got. 900 footprints in the sand, Christine. 900. The Muellersavus Report was only 450 footprints. Only a few dinos read that. No dino has the time for 900 footprints. Only thing is, the initial report was just over 100 footprints. So I repeated the warrants 8 times! Hah!”

“But if you repeated the unsmudged 17 footprints 8 times, won’t that make them easier to find?”

“Hmm. I never thought of that.”

“That’s why I’m here. Okay, go ahead and tell me. How bad is it?”

His lower lip moved over his upper lip and threatened to engulf the tip of his nose. She’d once thought it adorable. Not today.

“It’s bad. Rabid Raptor bad. I don’t know how I’m going to drag the Dinos Open Jawed through this.”

“Why don’t you start at the beginning.”

So he did, weaving a sordid scandalous tale that would surely rock the T-Rump inner circle to it’s mostly acting-designated core …

About a month before the T-Rump came to power in the November battle, the Stormydaniels’ legal dino, the Keithdavidson told the Michaelcohen that the Stormydaniels was going to tell the Mediacircustops about her bungle in the jungle with the T-Rump. Monogamy was still a good look for a dino leader but running a clean battle campaign remained more so. 

The Michaelcohen began communications with the Keithdavidson and the Davidpecker and his assistant, the Dylanhoward, both Mediacircustops gossip-mongers and the Hopehicksbagotrix. On October 8, she spoke to the Michaelcohen for the first time in weeks. Soon after, the T-Rump joined them. This is the first time the T-Rump is referred to by name and not “Dino Number 1.” Ten minutes after the meeting, Hicks and Cohen spoke again briefly. Immediately following their meeting, the Michaelcohen met with the Davidpecker twice in fifteen minutes and once with Dylanhoward.

Shortly after meeting with Howard, Cohen visited Hicks for two minutes, then briefly with the Davidpecker. Three minutes later, the Michaelcohen called upon the T-Rump. The Dylanhoward visited the Michaelcohen twice more within the hour, finally telling Cohen, “The Keithdavidson will do it. Let’s reconvene tomorrow.” 

Hush moolah-moolah is a fly-by-night, multi-dino shot in the dark.

The Keithdavidson contacted the Michaelcohen the next day, saying, “If we’re going to close this deal, it needs to be today.”

Unfortunately, some dinos find it hard to part with their moolah-moolah.

Five days later, the Michaelcohen told the Davidpecker they needed to talk. The Michaelcohen was doing his best to arrange for the moolah-moolah but four days later on October 17, the Stormydaniels and the Keithdavidson were one pair of anxious dinos just waiting to spill the beans if they didn’t get their moolah-moolah by the end of the day. 

This set off a flurry of dino activity. The Dylanhoward told the Michaelcohen that the Stormydaniels was planning to take her story to the Mediacircustops Sub Family, the Dailymail. The next day another Mediacircustops Sub Family, the Smokkinggun, mentioned the bungle in the jungle but the Stormydaniels had refused to comment.

It was another week, October 25, before the let’s-make-a-deal dinos dove back into negotiations. The Dylanhoward told the Michaelcohen, “You need to speak with the Keithdavidson urgently on the matter or it could look awfully bad for everyone.” The Michaelcohen and the Keithdavidson spoke twice that night.

The next morning the Michaelcohen called upon the T-Rump. Twice. Shortly thereafter, the Michaelcohen found 130 thousand moolah-moolah leaves on the banks of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir. He told the regulatory reptiles it was for some much-needed renovations to his dino nest.

On October 27, the Michaelcohen made the 130 large moolah-moolah payment to the Keithdavidson. The following morning, the Michaelcohen spoke with the T-Rump. The T-Rump’s legal dino then went back to the Keithdavidson. Cohen said, “I hope we are good.” Davidson replied, “I assure you. We are very good.” Later that day, the Michaelcohen spoke with the Hopehicksbagotrix.

Mission accomplished. Almost. One bungle in the jungle down. One to go. The T-Rump’s affair with the Karenmcdougal.

A week later on November 4, just three days before the November Battle Royale, the Mediacircustops veteran, the Wallstreetjournal, was about to go public with a story about the Davidpecker shielding the T-Rump from allegations that a Playmatapus, the Karenmcdougal, had also partook with the T-Rump in the dirty dino ding-a-ding-ding. The Wallstreetjournal said that the Davidpecker had agreed to pay the Karenmcdougal to bury her story. Her legal dino? Why, the Keithdavidson of course, your one-night-stand one-stop shop. Operation No-Looky No-Nooky Part Two scrambled into action. The Michaelcohen met with the Dylanhoward, the Davidpecker and the Keithdavidson. Before and after each of these calls he met with the Hopehicksbagotrix, effectively keeping the T-Rump apprised of the situation. Except the Karenmcdougal went into hiding and couldn’t be found.

That same night, the Dylanhoward reassured the Michaelcohen that things would be okay. The Michaelcohen’s only concern was the T-Rump. “He’s pissed.” Cohen asked Howard if they could all simply deny the Wallstreetjournal’s story. Except there was the Davidpecker payment.

The dinos continued their mad dash to the deadline that night. The Hopehicksbagotrix called upon the Michaelcohen, Cohen visited the Dylanhoward, Hicks met Cohen again, Cohen met the Davidpecker and Cohen met Howard.

Too late. The Wallstreetjournal’s footprints were promptly tromped in the sand. Every Operation No-Looky No-Nooky Part Two dino read, then analyzed them carefully. Exhausted, they went home to sleep off a dirty job almost well done.

When they awoke, the Michaelcohen met the Hopehicksbagotrix on a nearby hilltop. Cohen told her, “Only 6 Mediacircustops talking about it so far. Getting little or no traction.” Hicks was tickled. “Keep praying! It’s working!”

Four days later the Tyrumposaurus became the leader of the free-running dino world.

Finished, the Williambarr slumped back into his squat.

“That was a lovely story, dear,” his wife said. “I mean, the story itself. Not the fact that every dino now has the chance to read these 17 footprints in the sand for themselves and make up their own mind in that dreadful court of public opinion.” She shook her head. “The Hopehicksbagotrix. Such a pretty thing. And here she was lying all this time.”

It was the dino attorney general’s turn to sigh.

“We’re all lying, dear. We’re all lying.”

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Who Is My Neighbor? …

The afternoon sun glistened on the backs of the dozen bathing dinosaurs in Liberty Lagoon. It was a community pool of sorts for dinos of all stripes, spots and other species-based features. There was laughter in the air as old and young alike splashed about carefree. For the moment they were able to set aside their worries of that putrid swamp that had long since poisoned decency, the nearby Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir.

They had no idea of course that their fun and frolicking days were numbered as only half a mile away the Kencuccinelli, the new director of dino nation migration, was lumbering down a trail with several Iceborderkops dinos and the Mediacircustops mainstay, the Jaketapper, in tow.

“Thanks for inviting me on this Run-Along,” said the Jaketapper.

“Don’t mention it. Just like the Great Tex-Mex Divide, we feel it’s important to show the Milkanhoney Preservation what a great job we’re doing.”

“Excuse me. Did you say great job?”

“Okay, so it’s been, uh, … a little suspect, but that’s all the Kongrus Kave’s fault. More exactly, the Donkeykongrus. They want open borders. They want crime. They want to destroy the dino nation.”

“You do know those talking points are two years old.”

“Except that a T-Rump talking point is like a cockroach. It never dies.”

“Same with his conspiracy theories evidently. Why can’t the Tyrumposaurus get together with the Donkeykongrus and work out a sweeping migration process that gives the 11 million Latinonachos a pathway to joining the Milkanhoney Preservation?”

“What? And lose his red meat rhetoric to divide the dino nation? The big battle is still 15 months away. He’s just getting started.”

They crested a hill overlooking Liberty Lagoon when a Trollertweety flew low overhead, letting loose it’s mind-numbing blast.

“Squawk! Progressive Conservatives! Also known as the Fraud Squad! Go back to where you came from! You know who you are. The Ay-Oh-Cee, the Ayannapressley, the Rashidatlaib and the Ilhanomar. There, I said it! This means you! Go home! Squawk!” 

The Jaketapper paused.

“Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Did you hear those four female dinos the T-Rump just outright racially ridiculed?”

The Kencuccinelli pawed his chin.

“I don’t know. I don’t know.”

His nose twitched and a sneer crossed his face.

Uh-oh, thought the Jaketapper. Not the Kencuccinelli sneer. Things would be going south. Fast.

“Look yonder,” said the dino director. “Our first dinos to be spotted out in the wild.”

“You’re not going to be separating dino tots from their mothers are you?”

“Sorry, but I can’t discuss operational procedures with you.”

“Since when is family separation an operational procedure?”

“You wanted a new talking point. You got one. Family separation is now an operational procedure. Happy?”

“Ken, a religious dino friend of mine told me that the opposite of love is not hate but fear. Fear is the greatest enemy.”

“Jake, Jake, Jake. You know that talking point is already taken. The Mediacircustops are the enemy.”

“I’m beginning to think you don’t like me. That really hurts, Ken.”

“Oh, no. I just don’t like you … when you speak. That’s all.”

The Jaketapper set his jaw and soldiered on.

“You called off the previous migration raids two weeks ago because there were leaks you said may endanger your Iceborderkops dinos. But the T-Rump told everyone today was the day, and you’re still going ahead with the raids?”

“Okay, so last time we told him everything and he blabbed everything. This time we only told him half the stuff. It’s not too tough staying ahead of him.”

The Kencuccinelli turned to his dino forces.

“Tails up, Ice. Let’s roll!”

A moment later they had Liberty Lagoon surrounded. It all happened so fast. The tail-snapping, teeth-gnashing, drool-dripping Iceborderkops thundered down, ringing the lagoon before a dino tot could say one-two-paddy-cake splash. The Kencuccinelli gave his long tail an authoritative swish.

“Alright, everybody. Out of the pool!”

Soon, a dozen dripping, droopy-tailed dinos stood on the shoreline. The dino director looked them up and down.

“Hmm. Some of you look familiar. I mean, a lot of you do. Okay, listen up, this may not impact you … but if you are an illegal migrant dino, you don’t have a chance of making it in this dino nation, even if my ancestors did. Jake’s to.”

He nodded to the Jaketapper, who wished he hadn’t. 

“I don’t know who all here is illegal or not. We don’t have that kind of organizational capability. Yet. S-o-o-o … I’ll be calling out various Sub Families and when you hear yours — be honest now — I need you to step forward, whereby you will be unceremoniously hauled off to return from whence you migrated. Again, I said unceremoniously. So there will be no crying. And no whining. I hate whining. I get enough of that at home. Now then. Let’s begin. Listen up for your Sub Family!”

The dripping dinos held their collective breaths. 

“Alright. All you speedy Ubereatskies! You up’n at’em Baristapastries! Idling Checkercabbies! Step forward.”

Three dinos advanced from the line.

“Jose? Margarita? Manuel? Uh, what can I say? Oh, well.”

The Kencuccinelli held up his hands as the three were ushered away by the Iceborderkops.

“Okay, if you’re a Pickerupper, a Mopanbucketeer or a Poolboytoysarus … the T-Rump needs you to come forward now.”

Three more dinos advanced.

“Diego? Mariana? Pedro? Gee. Who knew?”

They were promptly taken away.

“Where were we? Let’s see … oh, yes. Hotelmotelers! Nannysitters and Pooperscoopers!”

One of each stepped off the line.

“Carmelita? Sophia? Eduardo? This is crazy. Uh, no hard feelings, okay?”

The trio of illegals were escorted away.

“Okay, so we have three left. None of you could possibly be … a Gardengnomie?

Indeed one was.

“Sorry, Alejandro.”

“What about a Rowbyrowpicker?”

One dino stepped forward.

“Fernando? Really? I’m shocked.”

The Iceborderkops took the two dinos away, leaving one. The Kencuccinelli softened.

“And what Sub Family are you, Juanita?”

“I’m a Masseusaurus.”

“Funny, I don’t even have that one down. But thanks for helping us out. Rules are rules you know.”

“But … I – I knew the Jeffreyesptein.”

“I’m sorry, Juanita. Wrong department.”

As the Iceborderkops led here away, the Kencuccinelli turned to the Jaketapper.

“I can’t get over it. These are all dinos I thought I knew. I saw them every day. Living close by. What the hell am I going to do now?”

The Jaketapper shrugged.

“There goes the neighborhood.”