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Sunday, December 13, 2015

'The Trump Who Stole Christmas'

(Star Tribune)
Photo: Elvert Barnes

Excerpt from 'The Grinch's Theme Song'

You're a real meany, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots,
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with
Moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
='The Donald'

You're the enemy, Mr. Trump
You're the toxic knave of spades,
If your mouth's a horrible-smelling manhole infected with
Galloping distemper, gross Mr. Grump,
Your long hair strands appall,
An orange tress combed up into a mindboggling hotchpotch mess
Hiss! Fuck off, pitbull WASP, we hate all your repugnant tirades!
(by Jason Lofts)

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