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The poison is poured, the bridges are burned The sham tribunal’s been adjourned No progress made. No lesson learned in this moment of monsters Camels can’t pass through needles’ eyes If their lips are moving lies are being told. They polarise in this moment of monsters The rich do what amuses them The poor do what they must The rich feast on rare creatures’ flesh The poor fight for a crust And horde whatever coins they find in the toxic dust The jury’s out, the fix in sin Your jaw will drop. Your head will spin Play by the rules? You’ll never win! in this moment of monsters The chips are down, their motives clear The cost of justice is so dear The jury will contain no peer in this moment of monsters

The title says it all!

Avid Trump supporters Anyl and Feekle Scrotum turn out not to be just brothers, but father and son too!

At the time I wrote and recorded this, there seemed little chance that America would be so foolish as to elect this ghastly person. Were those the days, or what?

A poignant bedtime story about why one should avoid the homeless. Based on a true story!

In an attempt to fill the world with rosy-cheeked Christian kiddies, Vice President Pence has, with the encouragement of his wife Judy, whose real name isn't Judy at all, but Karen, been "donating" at Indiana Christian fertility clinics whose names and addresses this podcast is forbidden to disclose.

Join the dopamine-deficient community as they had for the ball park for another afternoon of a sport not easily determined! Buy me some peanuts 'n' crackerjack!

The title says it all! You'll laff 'til you stop!

The title says it all!

America's Eva Braun or a decent human being caught in a difficult position? You be the judge!

No heart will fail to be warmed by this account of how, when he's pretending to play golf, President Trump is typically camping with his handsome youngest son, teaching the boy to revere nature and to respect even those unlike himself.

A pregame interview with a famous athlete! But what is his sport?

Karen McDougal's relationship turns out to have been less about sex than service to humanity. This one will inspire you.

For nine months shortly after the birth of his son Bannon, future president Donald G. Trump enjoyed hot extramarital sex with Playboy model Karen McDougal, who has explained that she loved him for his mind and his charm. Think about that for a minute. His mind. ,

There are lots of fragrance cachet-laden magazines that will tell you how to dress, but this is where you'll get the best possible advice!

It was my friends Feekle and Anyl, whom I met in the American heartland in 2009, who originally got me excited about Donald G. Trump

A lot of people are saying that the best thing to come out of the recent summit meeting in Helsinki between Presidents Trump and Putin was the idea for a new comedy series on Fox, in which each leader would try to demonstrate himself more manly than the other — with hilarious results!

Santa Monica Slim & The Poisoned Environment Boys, bolstered by the Zelda Hyde Exclusively Caucasian Singers, perform their musical tribute to Donald J. Trump. Lyrics copyright 2018 by John Mendelssohn: God took an orange dump and called it Donald Trump Please off a high cliff jump, Mr. Trump You wear defiant ignorance as some might wear medals Your world’s full of lies, pots called black by kettles From ghastly to awful, you cover the spectrum How does it feel having Mike Pence up your rectum? You live in a world of gold leaf, all bejewelled Beloved of numbskulls. So easily fooled! You deadbeat, you con man, you liar, you villain You stubborn infection. We need penicillin How weird that he should be embraced by lovers of the Bible Tell the truth about the man and he’ll shouting, “Libel!” With asshats quite unqualified and nincompoops not vetted The swamp you promised that you’d drain has just become more fetid You’re vulgar and stupid, a coward and bully we loathe you not partially but quite fully Your necktie’s too long, your attention span short one wishes your mom had seen fit to abort You fecal stain on history. You foul abomination To shake your sweaty little hand’s to risk contamination

The rich are different from you and me. They smell nicer, for one thing, and usually have a great deal more money. Many of them have been to something called "finishing school", and have correspondingly lovely manners.

Those who don't go out into the wild and shoot their fellow living creatures dead often have no idea what they're missing!