Priorities

That moment when I wonder, why did it take so long to become a Klobuchar fan? One of her Christmas Eve tweets – “Ok that was a long, hard and frustrating @Vikings game. Note to @Packers fans wondering about my allegiance to the @Vikings despite Wisconsin primary: it will take a few days to get over that game but we will still see you in the playoffs…”

And yes, I am aware, Minnesota may be heading to New Orleans….   Sigh. #WhoDat

Marshawn Lynch is back with the Seahawks for this weekend’s game against the 49ers.  Upon meeting reporters at Seattle’s team headquarters he said  “Happy holidays.  Merry New Year. Y’all have a great day. It’s a great feeling to be back. Thank you.”

Wow, by Lynch standards practically a sermon.

 

So on Christmas Eve does Trump watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” and consider it a tragedy because Potter doesn’t win?

No grift too small. Ivanka and Jared made a “stop in Paris” on their way to Mar-A-Lago and visited “Station F, the world’s largest startup campus.”
Okay, I’m a travel agent. A few things: 1, With the transit strikes plus holiday, traffic congestion has effectively shut down Paris for normal people. 2. No one is going to work at a startup campus on Christmas Eve anyway. 3. Ivanka and Jared get a motorcade with police help for all the touring/shopping/dining they want. 4. US taxpayers are paying for all this. Joyeux Noel!

Bus or sleigh to hell time.

Early Tuesday morning, an elderly man riding Spirit Airlines passed away en route to Atlanta from Las Vegas. Hope it wasn’t betting on the Vikings for Monday Night Football that killed him.

Apologies to Clement Clark Moore formy Trump night before Christmas…

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my Club,
I was looking to find some cold hamberder grub.
Cash bags were hung near the chimneys with care
In hopes that rich donors would fill them up there..

Elsewhere children were nestled all snug in their cages.
But red meat to my base counts much more than their ages.
And Melania with her kidneys and I with my wig.
Had our separate rooms, both of them BIG.
When while stumbling around I heard such a clatter,
I pressed my remote to see what was the matter.
Fox and Friends had said nothing, CNN is all a**es
So I called my staff to throw up the sashes.

Alas no Miss Universe breasts on the new-fallen snow,
But security cams showed up objects below,
And what to my blurry eyes did appear,
But a cheap toy-filled sleigh and eight puny reindeer,
The driver had little hands, and he moved so quick.
Not a donor, or MAGA, perhaps a deep state trick?
More rapid than eagles fleeing windmills they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them foreign names:
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!

So an IMMIGRANT, at my wall,, who was trying to fly.
But my Wall and Space Force can protect the sky.
Up to the rooftop the mangy beasts flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and the bad hombre too
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Don Jr drew his gun and was turning around,
Down the chimney the old guy came with a bound.
Clearly a refugee, fur head to foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
Lots of toys, probably stolen, were flung on his back,
And he looked like a socialist just opening his pack.

A probable crack pipe was held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a fat face, and an overstuffed belly.
Clearly too much food stamps for PB and jelly.

He was chubby, not like me, a Jeff Sessions type elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
The poor fool had no idea what he had to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Put toys, but not cash in the stockings, the jerk.
Then the fool flipped me off, finger next to his nose.
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, and tried to whistle.
But the deer were all dead, thanks to Don’s well-shot missles.
Though I heard him scream as ICE took him from sight
“Next time vote blue, for a good Christmas night!”

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2 Comments on “Priorities”

  1. Paul Moertl Says:

    Outstanding Trump Nite Before Christmas. I laughed out loud. This card-carrying Democrat thanks you for putting it in.


  2. thanks, I worked hard on that. Merry Christmas to you!!


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