Blog #139: Life at the “Real Dump”

The Moron* and company are on non-vacation in Jersey, but are still dominating the “news,” fake and otherwise, so an old hound dog couldn’t help a comment or two. Besides, getting my old pappy to do his “research” is harder than getting a Basset Hound to stop sniffing, so my “incremental” approach to the “solutions” remains “delayed!”

Meanwhile, hope you enjoy our observations at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue:

The Prez, wearing his best Cheshire Cat smile for his delirious fans, tweeting profusely, presides over an extremely interesting and insane White House:

There’s loverly Kellyanne, cheerfully spouting her “alternative facts,”

and dear, mistreated by those nasty reporters, Sarah Huckabee, following poor old Sean Spicer’s lead in defending the indefensible, and incredulously denying all while maintaining a great “poker face,”

and stacked up around the water cooler, are dear, caring Ivanka hawking her “made anywhere but America” very expensive junk, with hubby Jared laying low after producing his 11-page “not guilty” plea, and young Junior swearing off meetings for the foreseeable future.

Oh, there’s good old Steve Bannon proudly wearing his white hood and cape in his own room, and that must be ole Mikey Pence with his most sincere humble smile, denying any ambition at all while savoring every Trumpian misstep.

It would be difficult, if not impossible to find a less “presidential” assemblage. Can General Kelly bring order to this motley crew? Well, he must be doing double-takes repeatedly, but he was certainly able to dispatch the “Mooch!”

*“As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”
H. L. Mencken The Bard of Baltimore

17-8-1 8 August 2017