Poetic response to NYT impeach try

En Garde in the bunker…

The New York Times (rhymes with Slimes) of all people pontificating ‘editorial-wise’ earlier this week by munching the eponymous poetic ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’ into a politically-versed meme on attacking president Trump and making absolutely outrageous claims (aka lies, lies, and more lies) while completely ignoring the real evidential magnitude committed by the deranged leftist Dems and their attempted coverup in their sham of an ‘impeachment attempt’ against President Trump!

Poetic justice.

If SanFranGran Pelosi actually has the guts to send the articles to the Senate for trial, president Trump will have subpoena power to depose and cross examine witnesses. Yours truly can just imagine Nadler-the-napper being questioned about his statement on ABC This Week that the whole thing is about stealing the 2016 election.

Consider in addition, that there are 53 republicans in the Senate with 67 to convict. You can bet money that there will be more than 67 to acquit our fearless president.

Wonderful poetic president and First Lady always upbeat and positive

During this time there will be ZERO legislation passed by Congress. All the freshmen demoMarxocrats will be hard-pressed to point to a single thing that they have accomplished for their district during the past year. For one thing, the 137 demoMarxocrats that initially voted against impeachment back in July of this year all now have AOC clones running against them in the primary.

If half of them succeed in winning the nomination there will be nearly 70 open seats in the house. These radical clones have less chance of being elected than Ilhan Abdullahi Omar retaining her seat; she is currently running a 9% approval in her district. As for the 40 freshmen demoMarxocrats that won in Trump districts, all have committed political suicide. More poetic justice.

But I digress. Yours truly couldn’t allow the Frank Bruni NY Slimes mash-up of lies lies and more lies to go unchallenged, so here goes ..

Twas the Night of Impeachment

‘Twas the night of impeachment, a night of foul deed,
With leftists and Democrats howling in need;
SanFranGran Nancy, (no beauty was she)
Was hellbent on mischief that no one would see

They long had their agents of malice intent
Those writers whose stories they had to invent
CNN, MSN, NBC too, CBS, ABC, more than a few
All scheming and plotting as soon as they knew

Visions of vast sums of money had they
The Washington compost leading the way
The deep state of DC and NY, LA
Corrupt as all get-out, and still to this day.

With Unions and Commerce entrapped in their lap
The Democrat leftists could bare take a nap,
With Russia and China and Ukraine in plots
Nancy and Nadler and Schiff raked in lots!

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
A Chinaman Feinstein thought was St. Nick
More rapid than bankers his coursers they came,
Feinstein whistled, and shouted, those dollars by name:

“Now! hundreds, and fifties and twenties and fives
“On! tens and ones just keep ’em alive
“To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
“Cash away! Cash away! Cash away all!”

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So on to the Bidens those dollars they flew,
To Quid Pro Quo Joe and a Hunter or two.

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Damned if shifty-Schiff Adam was about to abound

He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;
Bundles of $-hundreds-$ was flung on his back,
And he look’d like a bank robber opening his pack:

His eyes – they were popping, his dimples how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his turkey-neck chin was as white as the snow;

Behind him, a $-hundred-$ held tight in his teeth,
Was another encircling his head like a wreath.
He had a round face, and a big round belly
That shook when he moved, like a bowl full of jelly:

It was Nadler the napper a nasty old elf,
And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;
He was stuck behind Schiffty a lying old head
Which gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

This nation you see, is in a real mess, which is why we have Trump at his finest finesse. He speaks a good word, goes straight to his work, and checks all the boxes, a few with a perk. Laying his finger aside of his nose, he gives a good nod then up he goes; springs on his plane, to his team makes a whistle, and away they all fly t’ward his next great epistle!

But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out the gate – “Make America Great Again! Keep America Great!”

DemoMarxocrats have turned the nation into parallel universes, apparently. On ‘Impeachment’ day, Wednesday, the Trump Campaign received donations of $5M, and while the demoMarxocrats were ‘somberly voting’; the President and his supporters were in Battle Creek, MI. Poetic engagement…

Poetic Battle Creek MI Trump Rally … Dec 18 2019

The MAGA movement is STILL growing!!!

600k individual donations in one week means to me that John Q. Public has had enough and is expressing the mounting displeasure at the anti-americans with their wallets … putting their money where their mouth is!!!

When was the last time you heard of a demoMarxocrat doing that without Gyorgy Schwartz-Soros funneling money through the Clinton foundation illegally?

This is a historic time to be alive and no matter how much evil they throw at Trump none of it will stick because he walks with God in his heart and NEVER fails to praise the Lord and pass on his teachings. Both he and the First Lady.

It is one of the reasons why they’re so very popular. Poetic. They shine!

And on that note, time for today’s MAGA Pill – President Donald J. Trump – MAGA! KAG!


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