Email subscribers click here. ON THE IMPEACH (October 28) (with apologies to George and Ira Gershwin) Disgrace us, you inescapable you Debase us, you Pence-replaceable you All you do is breed a brew of angst and disgust Your disgusting crew leaves us with no one to trust We've sick of the false alarms that you spew Small wonder we're up in arms about you Had you been born a “lady” be a whore is all that you could do You [bleep] impeachable you.
