Past Imperfect

Past Imperfect – #69

Six degrees of snarkeration…


Take 1:

Some people will do anything to get more likes on Facebook. Facebook will do anything to get more likes on the giant files of our personal data they are trying to sell to the highest Russian bidder.


Take 2:

Congress tries once again to pass any kind of respectable legislation this year. Trouble is, you can’t get respectable legislation if the majority party in the Senate isn’t respectable. On the flip side, the Democrats are finally learning some smooth dance moves that might help them win this marathon.


Take 3:

The revolving door of White House press secretaries tries to put a spin on the latest round of damaging tweets from The Apprentice. Actually, everyone in the White House is spinning so hard that they might as well be industrial washing machines at the state penitentiary. Which is where many of the spinners could potentially find themselves.


Take 4:

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!”


Take 5:

It’s all fun and games until somebody breaks a heel.


Take 6:

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 “Washingtonia is the place we ought to be”

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to the 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 a variety of narrative options wherein at least one of them should satisfy you in some way. Of course, my riff on “The Beverly Hillbillies” theme is what will stick in your mind. And I’m fine with that.



Previously published in “Crusty Pie” and “Bonnywood Manor”. Modified somewhat for this post in an attempt to incorporate current events, but really, this is still the same sad theme song I’ve been singing for years now about the Cheeto’s denigration of decency…


38 replies »

    • Oh, I didn’t catch the Kirsten Dunst angle at first, but now that’s all I can see. Now I feel like I have failed my beloved followers with an inadequate interpretation of history. On the flip side, I’ve got several baskets of laundry to process, so I would imagine I’ll get over it pretty quickly…


    • Not only did The Two survive, but they went on to create the first blog in the Western Hemisphere. Sadly, no one took any notice of it for the next 80 years. This is the price you pay for being on the dancing edge of things…

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  1. Well done. The only change now is that the current White House press secretary keeps a small minimalist modicum of public dignity by simply not holding any press briefings – no one can remember who it is. Just skip total absence of the Truth and go to total absence. Trump does a much better job of handling his own briefings in front of helicopter, he never loses his head – not many people know that, so sad. 😁

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    • Have you heard that Sarah Huckabee Sanders, she of the “if you don’t want to believe my lies then I’m just going to take my toys and go hide in the back of the White House” mindset, is considering a run for governor of Arkansas? And she’ll probably win. Because those folks elected her daddy Mike to the governorship something like 87 times…


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