Six degrees of snarkeration…
Some people will do anything to get more likes on Facebook.
Congress tries once again to pass any kind of respectable legislation this year.
The revolving door of White House press secretaries tries to put a spin on the latest round of damaging tweets from The Apprentice.
Lady Aft: “Hey, I look just like one of the daughters on Modern Family!”
Lady Fore: “And I look just like that gal on Felicity and The Americans!”
Ledge: “And I look just like that wall that Mexico is never going to pay for!”
It’s all fun and games until somebody breaks a heel.
Come and listen to my story about a man named Cheeto Head
A poor millionaire, always kept his family in the red
And then one day he was shoutin’ at some fools
And up through the ground came some bubblin’ tools
Tea Party that is, black goals, Texas seed
Well the first thing you know ole Trump’s a president
The kinfolk said “Trump, hire us to represent!”
Said “Washington is the place we ought to be”
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to D.C.
Swamp, that is. Lobbyin’ pools, lots of bars
Well now it’s time to say goodbye to Head and all his kin
And they would like to flip you off for investigatin’ him
You’re all invited back next week to this locality
To have a heapin’ helpin’ of our instability
Narcissism that is. Set a spell, turn your logic off.
Y’all come back now, ya hear?
There, now. I politely offered narrative options for most everyone across the political spectrum, even those who don’t vote. Of course, my riff on The Beverly Hillbillies theme is what will stick in your mind. And I’m fine with that.
Categories: Past Imperfect