One-quarter of the way there. Keep your heads up!
The Art of the Deal, the Art of the Con which in Washington used to be called the art of spin tangled webs spinning out of the White House of Horrors from this Horror Clown as we all cry out “Please not this Horror Clown” not this Fuckface von Clownstick sticking it to each and every one of us, swamping us with his swamp draining so he can restock and refill with new, unimproved, bigger, slimier, swampier dregs--upranking the muck and muckraking those not in the circus, those not blinded by the dazzle and razzle of alternative facts, living an alternative lifestyle where facts and evidence and proof aren’t in the pudding or the porridge, the porridge not being too hot or too cool, just alt-right alt-right alt-right and yet it’s not alright (all right?) as alarm bells ring and hitting the snooze button is not an option, seeing as how even another nine minutes, never mind nine days or 9 ½ weeks of this nonsense might be too much, yet here we are praying that in 9 months we might give birth to A New Hope and the Real America, not this alt-reich unreality brought about by this reality TV so-called president, who really is the rapist-in-chief and the chief conman and the celebrity-in-chief, the head of outrageous statements, who surely should have followed his followers advice and kept his celebrity nose out of politics and politicking and the clock is ticking how long until the next election? are we there yet? can we stop to drop off this bullying buffoon, this mendacious mountebank, this comical conman, this narcissistic nincompoop? the clock is ticking, the clock is tocking, and the clock is ticking and the clock is tocking
© David Siller– 2017
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