Six degrees of snarkeration…
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.
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.
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.
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 “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…
Categories: Past Imperfect