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Panic in the Swamp
The swamp protects the swamp, They’re birds of a feather. What do we expect Wray to say? They’re all in it together? Wray isn’t going to talk, it’s another GOP exercise in futility. These weasels protect each other, like some corrupt nobility. There’s nothing noble about them, they’re a commie cabal. All of them protecting…
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Still Proud
I’m proud to be an American, except at times like these. When our president, the traitor, sold us out to the Chinese. He took our trust in government and threw it in our face. While hiding in the basement, in his favorite safe space. When justice is only words, used when pandering for votes. When…
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Back on Track
Everyone likes a good laugh, is that why we have Biden. It’s all a sick twisted joke, watching the Uniter, dividin’ Who’s pulling his strings, whose hand’s up his backside. Who’s the fool who advised Joe to get down with pride. To bring the pervs to the White House, to honor their evil. To honor…
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On The Beach
Joe Biden at the Beach, was it meant to impress. Or meant to inspire pity, seeing Biden undressed. A fishbelly pale old man, showing off his weak arms. Thinking he still has, his vanished youthfull charms. He packed in his own stuff, a 2 pound beach chair. He didn’t even carry it, he dragged it…
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The Rat Race
Turn over more Washington rocks, what will we find. More demonic critters and rats of all types and kinds. Rats like the Bidens, brazenly denned up in the White House. It’s like a soap opera, the place should be deloused. We’ll find the FBI is infested, by a colony of big evil rats. Wray’s belfry…
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Snow in the Crackhouse
So there’s snow in the White House, isn’t that groovy. It sounds like the plot, of some crappy Hollywierd movie. Whose cocaine could it possibly be, nobody knows. But look there goes Hunter, furiously scratching his nose. His mouth going a mile a minute, his hands are a blur. Who elses coke could it be,…
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Just a Biden Flunky
In defence of Joe Biden, what can Jeanne Pierre say. Besides, I refer you to so and so, and then look away. She won’t answer hard questions, concerning Joe Biden. If it’s not in her notebook, it’s an answer she’s hiding. Joe Biden doesn’t pay her, she’s not working for him. She should answer our…
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Mr. Mulvain-He
Don’t you feel sorry for Dylan, the poor thing cries in it’s beer. He says he isn’t complaining, in truth it seems pretty clear. It sounds like he’s boobing and whining, playing the victim game. Maybe he should sue himself, for putting his dumb a*s to shame. He made money for drinking Bud Light, he…
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Watching Joe
His thoughts seeking relevance, gushed forth from his piehole. Lies meant to lend credence ,to his insanity, an impossible goal. No one present was listening, their minds focused far away. They had heard this claptrap before, same BS, different day. He wanted to force them to listen, he thought to cut off their ears. He…
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Seeing the Forest
I see the forest, I see the trees, I see them both and I think geesh. Fools who can’t see one for the other, must be smoking hashish. Same as saying, can’t hear the truth through the unending lies. Maybe you don’t get the joke but stupidly still slap your thighs. The democrats are recruiting,…