“Boy, this must be a really secure location. It doesn’t look like there’s been a janitorial crew in here since … well, since forever.
Smells worse than Pence’s butt-breath in here.”
When the going gets tough, the tough get going.
Just ask Adolf Twitler, who got going … to the Führerbunker.
Inside the White House, the mood was bristling with tension. Hundreds of protesters were gathering outside the gates, shouting curses at President Trump and in some cases throwing bricks and bottles. Nervous for his safety, Secret Service agents abruptly rushed the president to the underground bunker used in the past during terrorist attacks.
After his evening in the bunker, Mr. Trump emerged on Saturday morning to boast that he never felt unsafe and vow to sic “vicious dogs” and “ominous weapons” on intruders.
Because of course he did. Right after he changed his underwear.
Tags: Adolf Twitler
Mad Blog Media 
May 31, 2020 at 8:50 pm |
Heil Fucktard, I guess.
In other news.
http://labikes.blogspot.com/2020/05/the-more-things-change-more-they-stay.html
June 1, 2020 at 6:18 am |
Ho, ho. I knew there was some connection I was missing. Well played, sir; well played.
June 1, 2020 at 8:44 am |
Yep. Even a broken watch tells the right time twice a day. I guess I nailed that one.
May 31, 2020 at 10:18 pm |
Always with the dogs. What’s his problem with dogs? Got bit by a Cav King Chuck when he was a tyke?
June 1, 2020 at 6:18 am |
His momma was a police dog.
June 1, 2020 at 11:32 am |
It was a Japanese Chin that bit in him on the nose (his ass was too big). Trump was trying to paint over the black spots on the dog.
June 1, 2020 at 12:33 pm |
Ho, ho. They will nip, the little bastards. Mister Boo nailed us a time or two with those Tic-Tac teefers of his.
Nips aside, we still support Colorado Japanese Chin Rescue.
Mister Boo, living the Japanese Chin dream.
June 1, 2020 at 7:25 am |
The whole world’s watching.
Down in the bunker, fire on the street, the little man’ s afraid, and so he starts to tweet.
June 1, 2020 at 8:45 am |
Pat nails it. That should be skywritten over D.C.
June 1, 2020 at 9:59 am |
My guitar maestro and I are going to work on that song this afternoon. Any lyric suggestions guys and gals? I think we have the chorus; we just need two verses. Here is the CCR version.
June 1, 2020 at 12:55 pm |
Call my tucson cousin Lori Bonati, the artist. She can probably help put together an album with you for the occasion.
https://pacificbuffalo.com/home
June 1, 2020 at 1:44 pm |
Pat O’B: Possible lyrics?
The US was going downhill
But Trump said he’d save the day
Fought COVID and riots from his bunker
Heel spurs wouldn’t let him out to play
And now he tweets while DC burns
Injustice reigns supreme
History seems to rhyme again
And Nero is his meme
June 1, 2020 at 3:20 pm
JD, permission to steal, please?
June 1, 2020 at 4:25 pm |
Pat O’B: Permission granted!!! 🙂
June 1, 2020 at 4:45 pm |
And didn’t nobody have to kneel on nobody’s neck, nor bust no shopkeeper’s windows, to get ’er done, neither. Well done indeed.
June 1, 2020 at 7:04 pm |
Down in the Bunker
Early in the evening, they are gathering in the street
Getting it together, they going to demonstrate
Tired of all the killing, tired of all the hate
just want to make it stop, tired of the wait
Chorus
Down in the bunker, fire on the street
Little man’s afraid, and so he starts to tweet
Lead Guitar Break
When you lose your hope, and see nowhere to go
Anger starts to boil, it continues to grow
When no one will listen, your plight is ignored
Demand change to the rules, get justice restored
Chorus
Now he tweets while DC burns, injustice reigns supreme
History seems to rhyme again, and Nero is his meme
Tamed riots from his bunker, heel spurs in the way
Make America great again, he couldn’t save the day
Chorus
Repeat Chorus
To the Tune of “Down On The Corner” written by John Fogerty
June 2, 2020 at 7:09 am |
Well done, sir.
June 1, 2020 at 10:12 am |
Rome burns, while Nero fiddles. With his phone. In a bunker.
June 1, 2020 at 1:25 pm |
The poor dear. It’s so hard to run for cover, what with the bone spurs and all.
June 1, 2020 at 1:59 pm |
Just think of those poor SS boys, having to carry the fat bastard to safety in his sedan chair. They won’t need no steenkeeng Peloton session after that workout.
June 2, 2020 at 7:27 am |
With apologies to John Prine
While shopping at the local Walmart
In the back of the auto parts aisle
A Make America hat in bright red style
Fell off a shelf onto on the floor
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Put it on for all to see
And if I could see old Donald Trump now
I’d tell him how good I feel
But your MAGA hat won’t get you
Any credit anymore
The streets are overcrowded
As the fires start to roar
Now people don’t like cops killin’
No matter what the reason’s for
And your MAGA hat won’t get you
any credit anymore
Well, I went to the Trump rally this morning
And the leader he said to me
“If you donate to the re-election campaign
We’ll give you ten of them hats for free”
Well, I didn’t mess around a bit
I took him up on what he said
And I gave ‘em away to my neighbors kids
And plopped the last one on my old wife’s head
But your MAGA hat won’t get you
Any credit anymore
The streets are overcrowded
As the fires start to roar
Now people don’t like cops killin’
No matter what the reason’s for
And your MAGA hat won’t get you
any credit anymore
Well, my living room got so cluttered
fulla hats and signs that I couldn’t breathe
While watchin riots and cussing out Biden
I tripped over the cat that I did not see
Then I hit the gun rack and just like that I blew a big hole in me
By the time they got the EMT down
I was already dead
And I’ll never understand why the man
Standing in the pearly gates said
But your MAGA hat won’t get you
Any credit anymore
The streets are overcrowded
As the fires start to roar
Now people don’t like cops killin’
No matter what the reason’s for
And your MAGA hat won’t get you
any credit anymore