
Mad can mean angry.
It can also mean crazy.
It is also a magazine. He should be happy. He made the cover.

Mickey made fun of me… sad! A very sick man!
Do we really understand why the man is mad?
Could it be that too many steaks from Mar-a-Lago have given him permanent heartburn?
Something in his diet is making him have Sith eyes all the time.

There has to be a reason he tells so many lies,
And breaks wind on Twitter to give us all the gas,
To fuel explosions…
The man really is an… Biblical word for donkey.
It must be sad to be him.
Anger… dyspepsia… battling bubbling bile…
He’s really never happy, not even when he smiles.
He made a thirteen year old girl cry recently, sitting in the back of the car,
Watching ICE cart her father away to detention and eventual deportation.
If that doesn’t make him happy, I really don’t know what will.
He is planning to issue a new travel ban.
It will make life miserable for many Muslims…
Including those coming to this country with visas to get life-saving surgery.
Surely allowing something like that, life-saving surgery, is not worth making the man mad.
He deserves to have his fun.
After all, he won the most amazing election in history…
Without the help of Russian Putin, pudding, and pie…
On a platform of making sure that poor people don’t get affordable healthcare…
The issue the Republican non-silent majority care the most about in life…
Just ask Ted Cruz.

Such a lovely man… to be mad all the time. I only wish he knew that peace of mind and a quiet stomach come from doing good, eating right, and sleeping soundly at night…even during the Twitter hour. My life is a physical mess because I don’t have affordable healthcare even with Obamacare… something that will only get worse when the mad man gets his way. But I am not mad. I have done good with my life. I eat right. And I don’t sleep very well, but that is not my conscience bothering me… especially now that I have given up on tweeting with the twit-wits on Twitter.





Apparently, What Winning Looks Like
Somebody who has an orange spray-tan on his face, a wig made out the remnants of the Scarecrow from Oz after the Wicked Witch was done with her revenge, and tiny, tiny hands once promised that if elected, he would make us sick of winning. Heck, I was sick before the battle started. And winning so far this week has meant merely that the Trumpcare/no-care/death-care plan failed spectacularly in the GOP controlled House. And why did it fail, providing me with a backhanded win? Because the Freedom Caucus couldn’t agree to a plan that wasn’t cruel enough to the old, the sick already, and the poor. Seriously, they wanted a healthcare plan that didn’t cover mental health, prescription drugs, hospitalization, or basically everything that I might need an insurance policy to cover. They want, ideally, to give us health insurance where we must continually pay premiums month by month and then, when we get sick, choose to die at home and get no benefits. So winning for me means that I can continue to get the crappy insurance coverage I already have under Obamacare to keep me perpetually on the brink of bankruptcy. And it IS a win compared to what the Evil Republican Empire wants to do to me.
But one thing that makes me even sicker about this kind of winning is that it is simply a temporary stay of execution. They are going to do it again. How many times, after all, have they voted to repeal healthcare already? I have lost count. Republicans really, really, really don’t want us to keep any of our own money when we can give it to some soulless corporation instead. And the budget that lurks around the corner is just as big, bad, and brutal as the whole healthcare kerfluffle. They mean to roast and eat Big Bird like a Thanksgiving Turkey, steal food from school children, fire everybody who works for the government and even thinks about preventing corporations from pouring poisons into our water and air, and cut funds to the State Department so that diplomacy and prevention of wars is seriously impaired.
So what, as a concerned citizen, am I gonna do about it? Well, I’m a sick old former school teacher who likes to write humor pieces while I’m busy slowly dying. So I’m going to make fun of the bad guys. Seriously, the best I can do is try to ridicule them to death.
So let’s start with the Trumpinator’s penchant for hiring evil leprechauns to torment us.
And I want to take a moment to talk about the perils of allowing turtles to do politics.
It is true that “slow and steady wins the race” but, come on! It also apparently allows you to steal Supreme Court nominations and have no clue what “hypocrisy” means. He is offended when Democrats refuse to accept and love his party’s proposals, but demonstrated absolutely no ability to say the word… you know the word… the one that means the opposite of “no”… when Democrats were in charge.
And then there’s the lovely zombie-eyed granny hater that we have allowed to eat the social security system. His plans for Medicare, Healthcare, and Social Security are all featured now on posters in the Grim Reaper’s public relations office.
So there you have it. That’s the best celebration of the recent win that Mickey can come up with in his stupid little head. It’s no wonder we are tired of winning already.
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