Oh woe is me! Gloom, doom and despair fill the air. Whatever shall we do? I fear we must hie away to our fainting couches. Or, we could take a page out of The Heroic Energetic Yeomanly Voter’s Empyrean Guiding Oath To Buckle Up, Buttercup Keep Everyone Strong handbook, rear up on our hind legs and howl at the moon.
I think we’ve all noticed that the republicans elites have invested themselves in starting the Undiluted Church of tRump. They still need to do a lot of work on putting the finishing touches on their services. We should offer them some help. It’s the neighborly thing to do.
The tRump Litany (proposed)
Petition |
REsponse |
tRump |
Congregation |
I am |
a jerk |
I am |
full of it |
I am |
a crook |
I will |
disappoint everyone |
I know |
nothing |
I promise |
everything |
I deliver |
nothing |
My brain |
is broken |
My wife |
is purchased |
My sons |
are useless |
My daughter |
is [censored] |
I own |
nothing (It’s Putin’s) |
I like |
dictators |
Lock |
you up |
I am |
a short-fingered Vulgarian |
I am |
a fraud |
I |
suck |
A me |
Amen |
Now, if the congregants actually pay attention to their responses this thing will be over in no time. I’m not exactly holding my breath. Maybe we could offer up some appropriate trump hymns? Nearer, My God, To Pee might work. Or Onward, Dickbrain Soldiers. Perhaps, Bitter Hymn of the Republican’ts. Maybe, How Great Thou Fart.
Bonus Joke: What do you get when you cross a fart with a republican? — A bigger fart, of course.
Up the Resistance.
In case you didn’t know, Rob Prah is still running for PA House 58 and can still use help. Friends of Robert Prah.
We got a double dose of GNR’s today. First up was oldhippiedude with: Good News Roundup Feb 20 2020