She can have as many cats as she wants - this mouse is with Kamala Harris all the way. With all my relatives behind behind her she will carry Colorato, Mouseachussetts, Miceissippi, Mousouri, New Cheesy, New Hamstershire, Pennsquirrelvania, and of course Rhodent Island. Vole early, vole often!
I'm a professional optimist, some kindly say the world's leader. It's my profession and my pride to look for the best in everything. But listen, if Donald Trump gets in and that Jaded Vance, I'm out of business. I won't be able to think about anything good for four years - maybe for ever.
Meanwhile the website of my landlord is going through some technical hell so I'm lending him a little space for his two ditties about Donald Trump.
A Stormy Melody For Donald Trump
Don’t know why
They should find a case to try
From Stormy Daniels:
Wish I’d had a jury full of spaniels.
But none of them let me buy ‘em.
(Tum-tum-yah-ta-ti-tah)
They were smart
I wish I’d had knocked those jurors
Off the panels.
Using all my friends in the right channels.
Not going down for crime (wah-wah)
Not serving any time.
I paid her off to say that she had never met me
Now she’s back and everybody’s out to get me
Now I’ve got to hope that all the courts will let me
In the White House again.
When I’m there
I’ll have a lifetime free of care from
Mattters stormy.
No more legal worries ever for me.
Pardon myself for all crime
Not guilty and for all time.
Music by Harold Arlen Original words by Ted Koehler
Richard Heller richardkheller@hotmail.com
Jailhouse Trunp
It’s incoming day at the county jail
Truck on the way with a loud white male
Thinks he’s a big shot and the people’s choice
But he’s just another loser who loves his voice
Let’s lock
Lock up Donald Trump
Watch his ratings and his money slump
When we finally lock up Donald Trump.
He’s been burning through what’s left of his cash
On top-dollar lawyers talking all kinds of trash
They’re spouting out stuff full of sound and fury
But can’t sell a cent to the judge and the jury.
Let’s lock
Lock up Donald Trump
His ego takes a mighty dump
When he goes down in One No Trump.
He takes himself down to the Supreme Court
Wants them to buy a really crazy thought
A President’s power has no end:
“Hey, I’m only asking for a friend.”
Let’s lock
Lock up Donald Trump
In solitary let him stump
When we finally lock up Donald Trump.
Now this is a man that no one can trust
And every deal he offers is a surefire bust
He’ll rip people off for the very last time
When a judge sends him down for committing a crime.
Let’s lock
Lock up Donald Trump
Shut down his lying pump
When we finally lock up Donald Trump.
Music by Mike Stoller Original words by Jerry Leiber Jailhouse Rock 1957
Richard Heller richardkheller@hotmail.com
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