914: Large Graft Warming

DENIAL NATIONAL PARK (August 3) —

The only reason they’re having this hurricane

is to make me look bad.

There’ll be lotsa wind, there’ll be lotsa rain.

Waste of effort. Pathetic. Totally SAD.

My people — wonderful folks — know I am not to blame

for anything bad that ever happens. And they know I am sane.

America’s number one stable genius. The smartest guy in the room.

Who has no need for facts and figures. Or Fauci and Birx presumed doom and gloom.

Who will never panic over some fake pandemic.

(Which is fading, so laugh it off.)

Who will never acknowledge racism’s systemic

and may even ask O. J. to come play some golf.

Who is not afraid of fake climate “science”.

(Global warming’s a Chinese-made myth.)

Who eschews clean air and water compliance.

Who always gets what he wants forthwith.

№ 776: A Max Senate Comedy

LIGHT'S OUT (January 22)

The Senate assures us they’re fair and unbiased,

(as you’d expect for a body so pious),

sitting in judgment of this arrogant crook

at whom the House could have thrown more than one book.

Given his guilt is proudly admitted,

it should take no time to see him acquitted,

even if, push comes to shove,

Dems can convince him to try on the glove.

№ 660: Another Late Night Musing Over Big Macs And Fries

THE VERY WHITE HOUSE (August 13)

Should I ask Ivanka, “Would be okay
if I give a pardon to my pal O. J.,
tell Rudy attitude-y, ‘Hey there, Rudolf,
bring me THE JUICE’, whup his black ass at golf.”?

His problem. . .O. J. got too big for his britches.
Nobody told him you don't kill ex-bitches.
First (maybe) no-necks, “Hey, lady, lay off!”
Then you send Cohen to pay them off.

I always thought O. J. was nice. . .
cudda got off. . .with my advice.
Bribery, okay, maybe not my best plan.
But murder's a worse one.
Whatever,
you don't EVER 
do it in person!