Our ain't we got fun series has
come to a veritable revival meet-
ing of tipping points this week-
end, in the manic panting tent
of the American President. Just
as yet another campaign contract-
or of (we have to suppose) Jared
or Junior has been welcomed into
the waiting arms of the FBI, and
the Russians have so charitably
synthesized a stern ukase against
tinkering with Venezuelans, his
severed administrative tentacles
flop gloomily about on the shelf
with only his daughter-in-law to
give them a pep rally. Now, let's
see, then, which of our feints we
can work to steal from these vic-
tims this time, their complaints,
by what heroic re-distribution.
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