2020 & Donald Trump

2020
Twelve killer hornets,
Eleven elfs coughing,
Ten California fires burning,
Nine Republicans couping,
Eight Drumpf staff quitting,
Seven movies not released,
Six major hurricanes,
FIVE PRESIDENTIAL PARDONS,
Four Seasons conference,
Three new Supreme Court members,
Two waves of coronavirus,
And a new president elect.

When a rich man falls to the ground, it is said to be an accident; when he's a poor man, it is said he's a drunkard

If the events of 2020 were summarized on the back of a book, I wouldn't even consider buying a book with such a farfetched storyline. Alas, yes, the American people had to endure that almost surreal sequence of events and for a lot of them, the personal and national consequences of a man who was supposed to protect the people and instead splashed upon the nation all of his personal deficiencies could fill a whole library.

Remember, even after you've been vaccinated, you'll still need to wear a mask and social distance. The vaccines don't repel the virus they only keep YOU from being very likely to fall ill. You can still be a carrier of the virus even after you've been vaccinated because you are only being vaccinated against the effects of the virus not the virus itself.

And I thought that I was the only person who felt like Chump had somehow tapped into a rip in the space-time continuum.  In the last 3-4 years, a day seemed longer than 24 hours, a week seemed like it was at 10-11 days long, a month seemed like a year, and a year like it was nearly a decade.   And that is really kind of odd because the NICEST thing some people say about Biden is that he is boring and everyone knows boring makes time seem to slow to a crawl.   Somehow, Chump managed to turn that idea on its head, too.

You're A Mean One, Mr. Trump

You’re a mean one Mr. Trump you really are a heel.

You're as cuddly as a cactus and as charming as an eel,

Mr. Trump you're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You're a monster, Mr. Trump your heart's an empty hole.

Your brain is full of spiders you've got garlic in your soul,

Mr. Trump I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You're a vile one, Mr. Trump you have termites in your smile.

You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile,

Mr. Trump given the choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!

You're a foul one, Mr. Trump you're a nasty, wasty skunk!

Your heart is full of unwashed socks your soul is full of gunk,

Mr. Trump the three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote "Stink, stank, stunk!"

You're a rotter, Mr. Trump you're the king of sinful sots!

Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy, purple spots,

Mr. Trump your soul is an appalling dump-heap overflowing with the most disgraceful

assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable mangled-up in tangled-up knots!

You nauseate me, Mr. Trump with a nauseous super naus!

You're a crooked jerky jockey and you drive a crooked hoss,

Mr. Trump you're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!