Monday, January 6, 2025

Numb. 1260 Donnie On Truth Syrup (width missed spellings)

I never could dance like Fred Austere.

I hate everyone who suspects my hair.

As Rupe says in headlines NOW IT CAN BE TOLD:

I’m not only senile, I’m ever so old.

But miracle pills “Doc" Elon prescribed

can keep me viral, and what's more alive.

(Since meeting Elon I now comprehend

all that I missed lacking African friends.)

Everything presently's going to plan,

Forever young, I'm Dylan or Pete or Pan!

With my Niagara Falls of Viagra,

America, I am so gonna shag ya.

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When young I voted Republican. Democrats? Union goons and Ku Klux Klan. Camelot Kennedy? Not my cup of tea. (Frankly, I thought it a scam. I was, by default, a Goldwater man.) Through Johnson and Nixon I lacked conviction. For Ford and Carter I couldn't bother. Then came Ronnie. The smarmy carny, hominy nominee. Time to change party! Bush, Clinton, Bush led to Obama which led us twice to our present trauma. (Ignoring here Joe Biden's years, which Trump, the disgrace, will erase.) Labor's diminished. Perhaps even finished. The Klan is a GOP brand. Anger predominates. A felonious reprobate holds country's fate in grabby hands. Still NOT a Democrat, although I vote like that. An increasingly frail, flailing old man. I proudly am an anti-Republican.

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