'Twas the night before Christmas & all through the manse Donald Senior was farting & soiling his pants He parked his fat fanny on his gold toilet seat, his stained, baggy Boxers adorning his feet. "Melania!" he barked, on his gold intercom "come bring me my phone, I'm in my gold john" "Bite me!" said she, "Do I look like a maid? Call one of your bimbos or some hooker you've laid!"
Then from somewhere close by there came such a loud ruckus that he fell off his throne, landing hard on his tuchus Grabbing his bloomers he went to the door to find red-faced Don Junior out cold on the floor That's when Barron came shouting "That noise was a HOOF! It means Santa just landed his sleigh on our roof!" Then Donald Junior, with a bra on his head crawled into the room & collapsed on the bed.
Suddenly they heard such a terrible BANG that Junior said "Huh?" then passed out again, just as Eric marched in, his gun at his side, "I shot an intruder!" he boasted with pride, as Elon appeared with blood on his face "that fool didn't shoot me, what he shot was this vase!" His hands held one piece of shattered, red glass, while his eyebrows held 2 & there were 3 in his ass.
"I'm sorry!" cried Eric, dropping his gun on the floor, where, of course, it went off, blowing holes in the door, causing Elon to shriek "Whys that dunce own a gun? If he wants to play you should give him a drum!"
"My son is a moron, let's just leave it at that, He's a low-IQ person with the brains of a gnat, but if you sue me you're fired!" Trump threatened Musk, "and I'll have you arrested & in jail by dusk!" "You'll have ME arrested?" Musk said with a smirk "You can't fire ME, you rancid, dumb jerk! Now you work for me, not the other way around, in fact I OWN you & your whole D.C. crowd! And the rest of this country, you orange buffoon, I share with Russia & China & that Saudi loon!"
"You're a nut job, you're crazy!" Trump said in a shout, "but my pal Vlad Putin will straighten you out!" "Your pal Vlad Putin? Don't you know ANYthing? You're just his dumb puppet & he holds your strings!" At the mention of puppets Barron ran in the room "Santa's bringing me puppets & a baby raccoon!" Attempting to stand, Junior said with a shrug "I asked for a doll!" then his face hit the rug.
The sound of a horn was the next noise they heard "Must be Santa's new ride" Don Junior slurred To the window they went, looked out & saw Elon Musk's jet-pack sleigh spitting fire on the lawn Elon hopped in the saddle & strapped himself in, then turned toward the window & said with a grin: "Trump, you love MAGA-LARDO, that's easy to see, but Siberia awaits if you cross Vlad or me! I'll write the laws & I'll make the decrees while you follow my orders & you do as I please!"
Then they heard him proclaim as he flew through the gate, "Merry ChristMUSK to me -- KING ELON THE GREAT!" -- Brooke Jones 12.24.2024 WrittenByBrookeJones.com
There are few things more dangerous in this world (or, for that matter, to this world) than a very wealthy, very ignorant man, but one of them is a very wealthy, very ignorant, very mentally-impaired man. Having been diagnosed, many years ago, with severe mental illness, caused, at least in part, by countless blows to the head, inflicted during his decades of football playing, the latter is precisely what Herschel Walker is. Sadly, however, that is not the only “issue” swirling around this dangerously-confused man.
Herschel Walker, a man with a certifiably-limited IQ, has been taking orders from wealthy white men since he was a sixteen-year-old football protege. From that day to this, Walker has been told where to go to school, what teams to play for, what to wear, on what dotted lines to sign, where to buy a home and now, a cabal of Southern, White, Racists (oh, sorry, I mean Republicans) are telling him that he has what it takes to be a United States Senator! That would be hilarious, were it not so utterly, disastrously horrifying!
If you desire any more proof of his grotesque lack of suitability – any proof beyond what he, himself, has so generously, if unconsciously, provided, consider this:
Only a stupefyingly ignorant, mentally unwell human would believe that anyone as uneducated and blatantly morally bankrupt as he has any business occupying a seat in the U.S. Senate. The mere fact that Walker signed on, thereby accepting his candidacy, proves that he is not even remotely qualified for the job! If he’s too ignorant and too ill to know that he is ignorant and ill, then he’s definitely not the man who should be casting votes that will help determine the future of your life, your children’s life, or the life of this country!
Ladies and gentlemen, our vote is our voice and if we don’t use it, we will most certainly lose it! If we don’t stop this insanity on Tuesday, November 8, 2022, by Wednesday, November 9, 2022, if may very well be too late! The die are about to be cast and, seven come eleven, American Democracy will live or die by the outcome.
Don’t ask “for whom the Bell tolls” because, unless we act, our Liberty Bell will soon toll for Liberty, Justice and…well, with a nod to Superman, the American Way!
WHAT IF...? 