‘‘Twas the Eve of Impeachment”
Dec 18, 2019 15:43:20 #
’Twas the eve of impeachment, when all through the House
No Republicans wavered, each last one a louse.
The articles were drafted by Democrats with care
In hopes that a conscience would soon bloom there.
We pundits were tossing all steamed in our beds,
While Trump’s certain acquittal danced in our heads.
And I in frustration, feeling all solemn,
Wished I could capture my woe in a column,
When out on the web there arose such a clatter,
I signed in to Twitter to see what was the matter.
And there I beheld him, the master of lies,
Weaving fresh falsehoods, to no one’s surprise.
He savaged the Bidens, he smeared Adam Schiff,
And cycled through villains in a furious jiff,
Not to mention distractions, like the teeth of the Speaker.
Could a “leader” be cruder, could his morals be weaker?
So now he’s a dentist, in his all-knowing ways?
I prayed for deliverance one of these days.
When what to my cynical eyes did appear
But a raft of excuses pulled by mangy reindeer,
With a weasel-eyed driver, so meek and so zany,
I knew in a moment he must be Mulvaney.
More shameless than con men, the sycophants came,
And Trump gloated, so bloated, and called them by name:
“Now, Rudy! Now, Jared! Now, Lindsey and Mitch!
Please fly this democracy into a ditch!
It is how you will save me. It is how I prevail.
Or else I will join poor Paul in the jail.
By, Frank Bruni
That’s the toll of a presidency ended too soon,
So you must sing along to my favorite tune:
‘It’s a witch hunt! A h**x!’ Those are lyrics for me.
That’s the verse, that’s the chorus, for eternity.”
He was dressed in a necktie, from his jowls to his soles.
He had tanned beyond tanning. Imagine the moles.
His hair, how it swirled! His legs, how they splayed!
On such fishy foundations was his confidence laid.
And we couldn’t stop looking — not his fans, not his foes.
That was what he was after: the show of all shows.
Its plot strained belief. Its appeal tested reason.
Still it was soaring toward a second season.
The economy roared. The Democrats whimpered.
Vladimir chortled. Emmanuel simpered.
In the bag that Trump carried, he had goodies galore:
Lower taxes, the Dow, right-wing judges and more.
They weren’t for the many, they favored the few,
But that was obscured by the smoke that he blew.
All was fog, all was mist, all was boast, all was fiction,
As he hid his true airs with bad diet and diction.
He could do as he wanted and never know fear,
For an elf — and a savior! — named Barr hovered near.
And then there was Tucker and of course Hannity
To put an extra-fine gloss on insanity.
What great luck to discover a country so riven
You could smash it and rule it if suitably driven.
You could summon the Russians, you could bully Ukraine,
Just as long as you made “It’s f**e news!” your refrain.
I cringed as I watched him and cried for us all,
Our values, our futures hijacked by his gall.
A last bid to preserve them was cause to impeach
But his party’s corruption put him beyond reach.
So then why all his thrashing? His howls of dejection?
It was just a performance for the next e******n.
It brought more donations. It rallied the base.
You could see, if you looked, a clear smirk on his face.
If you listened, you heard it: a lilt in his voice.
In drama like this, he would always rejoice.
So as history scarred him, he could nonetheless yell,
“Merry TrumpMas to all! I’m the king of this hell.”
No Republicans wavered, each last one a louse.
The articles were drafted by Democrats with care
In hopes that a conscience would soon bloom there.
We pundits were tossing all steamed in our beds,
While Trump’s certain acquittal danced in our heads.
And I in frustration, feeling all solemn,
Wished I could capture my woe in a column,
When out on the web there arose such a clatter,
I signed in to Twitter to see what was the matter.
And there I beheld him, the master of lies,
Weaving fresh falsehoods, to no one’s surprise.
He savaged the Bidens, he smeared Adam Schiff,
And cycled through villains in a furious jiff,
Not to mention distractions, like the teeth of the Speaker.
Could a “leader” be cruder, could his morals be weaker?
So now he’s a dentist, in his all-knowing ways?
I prayed for deliverance one of these days.
When what to my cynical eyes did appear
But a raft of excuses pulled by mangy reindeer,
With a weasel-eyed driver, so meek and so zany,
I knew in a moment he must be Mulvaney.
More shameless than con men, the sycophants came,
And Trump gloated, so bloated, and called them by name:
“Now, Rudy! Now, Jared! Now, Lindsey and Mitch!
Please fly this democracy into a ditch!
It is how you will save me. It is how I prevail.
Or else I will join poor Paul in the jail.
By, Frank Bruni
That’s the toll of a presidency ended too soon,
So you must sing along to my favorite tune:
‘It’s a witch hunt! A h**x!’ Those are lyrics for me.
That’s the verse, that’s the chorus, for eternity.”
He was dressed in a necktie, from his jowls to his soles.
He had tanned beyond tanning. Imagine the moles.
His hair, how it swirled! His legs, how they splayed!
On such fishy foundations was his confidence laid.
And we couldn’t stop looking — not his fans, not his foes.
That was what he was after: the show of all shows.
Its plot strained belief. Its appeal tested reason.
Still it was soaring toward a second season.
The economy roared. The Democrats whimpered.
Vladimir chortled. Emmanuel simpered.
In the bag that Trump carried, he had goodies galore:
Lower taxes, the Dow, right-wing judges and more.
They weren’t for the many, they favored the few,
But that was obscured by the smoke that he blew.
All was fog, all was mist, all was boast, all was fiction,
As he hid his true airs with bad diet and diction.
He could do as he wanted and never know fear,
For an elf — and a savior! — named Barr hovered near.
And then there was Tucker and of course Hannity
To put an extra-fine gloss on insanity.
What great luck to discover a country so riven
You could smash it and rule it if suitably driven.
You could summon the Russians, you could bully Ukraine,
Just as long as you made “It’s f**e news!” your refrain.
I cringed as I watched him and cried for us all,
Our values, our futures hijacked by his gall.
A last bid to preserve them was cause to impeach
But his party’s corruption put him beyond reach.
So then why all his thrashing? His howls of dejection?
It was just a performance for the next e******n.
It brought more donations. It rallied the base.
You could see, if you looked, a clear smirk on his face.
If you listened, you heard it: a lilt in his voice.
In drama like this, he would always rejoice.
So as history scarred him, he could nonetheless yell,
“Merry TrumpMas to all! I’m the king of this hell.”
Dec 18, 2019 15:47:11 #
padremike
Loc: Phenix City, Al
Kevyn wrote:
’Twas the eve of impeachment, when all through the... (show quote)
Ah, as if we needed proof that your parents weren't married.
Dec 18, 2019 15:50:23 #
Dec 18, 2019 15:55:31 #
no propaganda please
Loc: moon orbiting the third rock from the sun
padremike wrote:
Ah, as if we needed proof that your parents weren't married.
More likely that his parents weren't human.
Dec 18, 2019 16:00:05 #
Kevyn wrote:
’Twas the eve of impeachment, when all through the... (show quote)
Hahahahahahaha.....hey, your slip is showing again.
Dec 18, 2019 16:00:09 #
Sorry You Think Your Life Sux, Kev
Except Millions Are Doing Better Than They Were 4yrs Ago
They Won't All V**e
But Many Will
Be Prepared To See 'President Trump' Some More
Except Millions Are Doing Better Than They Were 4yrs Ago
They Won't All V**e
But Many Will
Be Prepared To See 'President Trump' Some More
Dec 18, 2019 16:01:36 #
padremike wrote:
Ah, as if we needed proof that your parents weren't married.
No no....both of his fathers were married legally, what else could produce something like that? If you get my drift.
Dec 18, 2019 16:04:22 #
Dec 18, 2019 16:19:40 #
padremike wrote:
Ah, as if we needed proof that your parents weren't married.
You know by responding to him you just encourage him.
Dec 18, 2019 16:45:14 #
Kevyn wrote:
’Twas the eve of impeachment, when all through the... (show quote)
Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Except for Kevyn the louse.
Dec 18, 2019 16:45:22 #
Weewillynobeerspilly wrote:
No no....both of his fathers were married legally, what else could produce something like that? If you get my drift.
Do you mean a butt-hole baby?
Dec 18, 2019 17:33:42 #
Dec 18, 2019 17:37:51 #
rjoeholl wrote:
Do you mean a butt-hole baby?
I would never say such a thing
but i will build a verbal path to that conclusion, no brainer sir.... Lol Dec 18, 2019 18:53:17 #
working class stiff
Loc: N. Carolina
Weewillynobeerspilly wrote:
I would never say such a thing but i will build a verbal path to that conclusion, no brainer sir.... Lol
but i will build a verbal path to that conclusion, no brainer sir.... Lol LOL....the pied piper.
Dec 18, 2019 19:12:15 #
working class stiff wrote:
LOL....the pied piper.
Haha, in that case i believe instigator is more appropriate, it just felt right.....know what i mean?
Good Times WCS!!
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