Frankenberry's Attic

Well fresh on the heels of Trump’s triumphant turn as a comic (according to the Benny Johnson lapboy talking/tweeting heads of the right wing world) where, in reality, he should have stolen the paper bag from the unknown comic like he steals songs from artists for his walk up music to yet another blown save and after his making up of the Islamic Republic of Japan and the Godzilla blocking the Strait of Hormuz memes it inspired, which, credit where credit is due, were pretty funny but proved that Trump is only ever humorous unintentionally, I spent some time going through some of my old Trump dialogues after writing a new one a couple of weeks ago about said Godzillas and I also went through some of my old Trump tunes and I thought to revisit this one as it still stands up a couple of years on.

As you know there are many in this country that feel, he included, that Trump has been chosen by God, is the new Messiah blessed from on high to lead us out of our wasteland of leftist misery and sin and wanton disregard of the new conservative theocracy being offered for nothing other than blind fealty and our children and that he has been anointed by God as President to do the sacred job of leading us all to a highly profitable new world for a select few who will then, as has been promised, usher in a new golden age and untap the great trickle yet gain, yet again, yet again, once the rich folks are set in their billion $$ bunkers of course.

Oh, and the fascism, and the white Christian nationalism, and the conservative indoctrination of the youth, and the re-writing of history, and the controlling of higher education, and the loss of freedom and liberty and the pursuits of all such nonsense.

So I imagined, a couple of years ago, just what maybe, God himself thought of this whole he being responsible for this trump thing by way of song.   

For those followers of the Attic that have been with me for a while, some might call them masochists, I’ve posted this a few times over these couple of years and you’re probably saying …

“Jesus Christ dude, again?”

“Hey, shut up, it’s been a year since the last re-post thank-you, and this still works ok? Plus it’s really fun and boogie woogie fast and it’s more for the newer folks visiting the Attic anyway so there! pthppptt!!”

“(grumble grumble grumble)”

“And it’s NOT like you’re NOT going to enjoy listening to it again anyway right?”

“(begrudgingly) … Ok”

So to it then …

instrumental: “Boogie Party” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

God Made Trump … Yeah, That Was In Error

So back in ’46 when God took a break

After world at war that had so much at stake

He blinked for second and before he knew what

A Fred had had a son who would think he the one

To lead his people to some new promised land

But a one where democracy could no longer stand

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Well God said then I hope this ain’t a mistake

Just wanted take a sec and a little wine break

But future he could see at the hands of Fred’s son

Who’d find ways to rake in some new fresh coin

And adulation

From every sunup

From those just off a turnip truck

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He’d think Prez down escalator to ride

A gold idol though behind God he’d try hide

He’d play up charlatans and God speaking Jakes

They’d get in prayer circles hoping then just to fake

His true Christian values that could be on the take

For just the right price

New discipes would buy right?

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But then he got sold

On all he was told

And started to believe that God had foretold

That he was the chosen of new myth of old

Reality of course now it be on the run

At Rally’s he’d exclaim oh what such fun

To smite the nonbelievers

Who’d soon be cursed ones

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Then God said oh me just what have I done

Can never take a Me damned break no matter the fun

Though that was fine wine worthy even of nuns

I must be on my toes truth it’s under the gun

At the hands of true believers who turn now to song

To praise an orange fraud they think’ll rise like the son

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To deliver them a hero in a new paradise

Devoid of immigrants just gotta call ICE

He’d be the caretaker of their righteous white world

Where enemies in fetal poses they would be curled

He’d fight off the Marxists and the fascists to boot

His projections of the enemy would be such a hoot

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To call them fascists while he’s making such plans

To make democracy a now also ran

He’d have his true believers seeing future in sight

Whatever he says conservative on the right

Not on the far left where the vermin do land

They need be threatened dead now that’s a good plan

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They say he’ll be a guy who could shape and ax

But also wield a sword though that’s quite a task

He was brave in North Korea while stepping a foot

Thankfully no bone spurs de-ferred his look

But he gloried love letters of he and an Un

Such a nice fella who could take a sweet turn

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But then he got sold

On all he was told

And started to believe that God had foretold

That he was the chosen of new myth of old

Reality of course now it be on the run

At Rally’s he’d exclaim oh what such fun

To smite the nonbelievers

Who’d soon be cursed ones

.

Then God he sat back and just shook his head

He’d said look what I’ve wrought in the U.S. of stead

I’ll surely face my wrath for what I’ve let done

And that wrath being mine won’t be as fun

I’d like me as God show discipes the real light

But they’re lost now don’t even realize their plight

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That in a den of vipers he’s the head one

Leading all the rest to follow his red forked tongue

He’d offer Eve the Apple saying speaking of tongues

Leave that loser behind I am your one

Like the naked look that you got goin’ on

Now drop the fig leaf and let’s take the plunge

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Adam … go away will ya? … busy here

You’re messing with my tiny mojo

No, God ain’t looking

D’ya think he cares?

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But then he got sold

On all he was told

And started to believe

That God had foretold

That he was the chosen of new myth of old

And his discipes he continues to mold

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They gather at his rally’s put together fan schlock

That God gave us Trump the one who’d care for the flock

A shepherd to mankind they say without jest

And surely damn you libs don’t put us to the test

He speaks of retribution he’s a man of his word

Unless you call him on it then he’ll say that’s absurd

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So God sat back in a comfy cloud chair

To look at what was happenin’ down there

And orange idol thinking he was sent by me

Disciples feel the same but just for a fee

That’s when God said I think I’m done

Back to that glass of wine yeah that would be fun

Cause though he knows he dropped the ball in ‘46

He is still all seeing and likes his kicks

Maybe kill the bottle then for even more fun

Don’t know what could happen when God gets drunk

Maybe a something to get him out of his funk

.

Yo!

Angels?!

Yeah!!

I need another bottle!

And somebody … get me my files on divine retribution