Thursday, January 7, 2021

Numb. 1027 The Trump Pal Putsch, January 7, 2021 (or Mining The President's Kampf)

Though we may, yesterday, have suffered a setback,
In the end, we WILL prevail.
I can not contemplate all of my patriots
accepting the lie that we failed.
That I did not win in a landslide.
As I have, heretofore, tweeted.
Given the size of my germ-craving crowds,
there is NO WAY I was defeated.

Next time: be better prepared.
Shoot first, ask questions later.
Crazy old Nancy must be locked up.
Don't count on Cruz to debate her.
Swifty deploy the Avy, the Narmy,
the Space-Air-Ghost-Card-Maureens.
The time is ripe, this is our hour.
Keep me in power. By ANY means.
Pence, of course, must follow orders.
And NOT Constipation  Whatever.
Then, only then, can I continue.
Playing the savior. Forever and ever.

As it is, it's a SAD business:
this ILLEGAL, UNFAIR transition
to government by Socialist Joe.
And may it go to perdition.

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