Showing posts with label Mafia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mafia. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 5, 2020

915: An Offer You Can't Refuse

Trump Says U.S. Should Get Slice of TikTok Sale Price (Paywall)

President says he told Microsoft’s Nadella that U.S. should get a cut ‘because we’re making it possible for this deal to happen’


TRUMPINITE SOCIAL CLUB (August 4) 

Dis TikTok ting, yez got goin’ here?

Be a shame if sumthin’ well, you know . . . happened.

Maybe a fire? Sum broken wires?

Legs n thumbs started, I dunno, snappin’?

Wut I cn do is make shure your safe —

it’s kinda like bein’ insured —

jes gimme a bitta the cut off th top

’n all yer troubles are “cured”.

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Friday, July 31, 2020

912: Prey Ludicrous

PRESENT AND DISCOUNTED FOR (July 30)
With Trump as president
it makes perfect sense
to speak of the country
in the past tense.
No longer free,
no longer brave,
the land of the fraudulent,
the home of craven
cowards like Donnie,
a U.S. downmarket
Don Giovanni.

I am THE LAW,
do as I say.
Everyone gotta
gedoutta my way.
I have perfected
this president con.
(Mafia Don)

      That the situation is hopeless should not prevent us from doing our best. 
       — Aldo Leopold


Wednesday, October 9, 2019

№ 700: And Noisy Flows The Don


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NOWITCANBETOLD (October 8)

(with apologies to Bob Dylan)

Nobody feels Donnie's pain
there's nuthin' he would not do for gain
ever'body knows,
like a “Mafiosi”
he ducks slings and all the “fake” ar-rows,
as scandals 'round him swirl
He two-times just like a Don, yes he does
He does crimes just like a Don, yes he does
And he's slime just like a Don,
but he whines just like a little girl*.
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*NOT, we know PC, but it rhymes

Thursday, November 1, 2018

№ 456: Consti-what-shun?

WSJ: Trump Wants to Curb Birthright Citizenship, Escalating Immigration Debate


Legal scholars dismiss the idea, saying a president lacks standing to do it on his own

In an interview published Tuesday morning, just ahead of next week’s midterms, Mr. Trump said he planned an executive order to end what is known as birthright citizenship, bypassing Congress and waving off the belief of many legal scholars that such a move would require a change to the Constitution.

“It was always told to me that you needed a constitutional amendment. Guess what? You don’t,” he told Axios. “It’s in the process. It’ll happen, with an executive order.”

As president I can do what I like.
Because if I can't. . .where's the fun?
I can, if I want, have someone shot,
then charge them for use of the gun.

I learned all this stuff from my boy, Stephen Miller.
(He reminds me so much of Roy Cohn.)
Although he resembles a serial killer,
he's more like a Mafia don.

Steve, when he's near, fills folks with fear.
Like my boy Roy, his smile is a sneer.
Two of a kind. My kinda guys.
Don'cha just love their really dead eyes?

Two of a kind: Roy Cohn and Stephen Miller











NYT: Trump Attacks Ryan, Who Scoffed at Birthright Citizenship Plan (Paywall)


In a Twitter post on Wednesday, Mr. Trump presented his own legal argument: “It is not covered by the 14th Amendment because of the words ‘subject to the jurisdiction thereof,’ ” . . .

With judges who say corporations are people,
then rule people need homes full of guns,
there’s no reason to think undoing amendments
won’t be considered great fun.

Our GOP's quick on the draw to hold up uphold the law.
(Sweetest damned thing that you ever saw!)
We'll fix what is wrong. People will cheer.
And Brett Kavanaugh can have him a beer.

Friday, April 13, 2018

No. 312.1: EXTRA! What Donnie Told Comey (a dramatization)


In a phone call, Trump obsessed about the allegation he consorted with prostitutes in Moscow during Miss Universe in 2013: “I’m a germaphobe. There’s no way I would let people pee on each other around me.” 

A. number one:
pee-pee thing
has to be probed
because, you know,
I'm a germaphobe
so, therefore,
story cannot be true.
To prove it isn't
I'm counting on you.

That's me complete,
a germaphobe!,
like “The Chin”*
on the street mumbling 
and stumbling
in his bathrobe
for cops to see
he could not be
a Mafia boss
what with his mind
being long ago lost.
Vouched for (at least)
by his brother the priest
(I wonder where I
can get one of those?)
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*For the better part of 30 years, [Vincent (“The Chin”)] Gigante feigned insanity in an effort to throw law enforcement off his trail. Dubbed "The Oddfather" and "The Enigma in the Bathrobe" by the press, Gigante often wandered the streets of Greenwich Village in his bathrobe and slippers, mumbling incoherently to himself, in what Gigante later admitted was an elaborate act to avoid prosecution.
Gigante's nickname, "The Chin", derived from his mother's use of the Italian pronunciation of his given name, Vincenzo (Vin-CHEN-zo). He had four brothers, Mario (born November 4, 1923), Pasquale A. Gigante (October 18, 1921 - January 7, 1983) and Ralph, who followed him into a life of organized crime before passing away in 1994. His last brother Louis Gigante became an ordained Roman Catholic priest at St. Athanasius Church in the South Bronx and city councilman.Wikipedia 

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

No. 235: A Tale Of Two Dons Flowing Home To The Sea

It ain't nuthin' yez wanna dwell on. . .
sumthin' yez (maybe) gotta consider. . .
dis prezidint ax lika Mafia Don
wudda done if he tweeted on Twidder.

Imagine dear depotted John Gotti,
dhumbs blazin', takin' all enemies on.
Talkin' all potty, actin' all snotty,
tweetin' @TheRealTeflonDon.

Bot' o' dese guys cum frum Queens. . .
doan take no genius t' know wud dat means.
Yez do whachez do to fulfil dere wishes
if yez doan neva wanna sleep wid no fishes.