
We got control of da Gubba-mint, Wuss…
To get anyting ya gotta go tru us.
Don Don Trumpatini is now in charge,
And only he can say what tings is large.
Da judges is all appointed by da Don.
So what’s legal is up ta him.
Don Don Trumpatini, I mean,
Can kill ya on any ol’ whim.
If youse sez he can’t do jest any old ting,
And get away wit it under the law,
Then ol’ Capo Bill Barr will bring on de dogs,
And dey will be eating ya raw.

And don’t tink of not payin’ yer taxes,
Like all of da rich people do,
Cuz they has da money fer axes,
And can chop up especially you.
“De Dems tink dat dey can remove me,” says Don.
“Jes cuz I’ve committed some crimes.
“But as Prexy, I’ve made de crimes legal.
“So, Stoopid, youse get wit da times.”

And Moscow Mitch has his big ol’ back-side,
And Kanye is in his dark corner.
So dat leaves yas with no place to hide.
Cuz Hells’ gettin’ whole lots o’ warmer.



















Sick Humor
My title for today is a bad pun. It is because the phrase “Sick Humor” has two meanings. I tend to get punny when my nose is runny. I have been sick for a week. Not actually flu, but a bad cold that seems pretty close. And, of course, close counts with horseshoes, flu, and hand grenades. I have been stuck at home, able to do little beyond watch the impeachment clown-show. And, of course, by watching, getting punnier and punnier.
You get punny enough and you tend to feel bigger than you are, primarily because you get full of natural gas that comes out of your mouth… and of course, out of somewhere else too. And if you let it all out of the mouth at once… where it pollutes the general atmosphere and makes it hard to breathe… or if you let it out of the other place… where it can be potentially explosive… you will deflate a lot, and get very, very small.
But, really, it is a matter of absurd comparisons (and also Republican impairisons) as words are twisted to make them funny (as in “oddly seeming” and not as in “really ha-ha!”) and criminals are called “honest brokers” and the coppers are tarnished as “deep-state delusionals”.
You are supposed to take medicine when you are sick. And laughter is the best medicine. But don’t laugh at idiots. Idiots with lots of money will hurt you. They will hurt you financially. They will hurt you physically. They can’t necessarily beat you up because it looks bad… and maybe because of bone spurs. But they can hire lots of somebodies to do it for them. And they can take over your government.
The sickness in the White House has no cure. The cancer will not be excised. It will kill us all. Sometimes the humor is sick. And sometimes the jokes are not funny. And the biggest joke will be when the Senate declares the cancer not life-threatening. The joke will be on us.
I am sick. I am trying to laugh it off. But it’s tough. Maybe I will look for funnier clowns to watch.
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