Hi and welcome to the Attic, I'm Frankenberry of said Blog Title and I write of just my everyday here, sometimes funny, sometimes heartfelt, sometimes angry, sometimes funny again because, well, who don't like funny, thoughts on getting older and sometimes stuff that's just kinda shit. I pen and sing the occasional parody tune and other songs, sometimes I even get a little bit poetic or short story-etic or something like that. If you're joining me here I thank you, but just mind your head and feet and keep an eye out for my little Bella and Cricket The Blind as well as the memories of Raspberry (Razzy), Mimi the Quirky, of Blink The Lil' Kit, Grayson the Mighty, Shoes the Big Orange, Shana-Girl, Benny Good Man Benny Brown, Merlin & Bob. Wouldn't want you step on them or anything … 'cause then I might just have to throw you down the stairs … damned humans.
(snagged the cartoon from Robert Reich’s Facebook page)
“Grab her fella’s, she’s the torch bearer of Anteefa!!!” “You got it Sir! She’s the torch bearer of … wait, hold on, what did you call it?” “Anteefa, she’s the torch bearer … nab her!!!” “Sorry Sir. Men (fist up) Hold! Anteefa?” “Yes, Anteefa! The enemy of the State, Anteefa!! Grab her now!!” “But what exactly is ‘Anteefa’ Sir?” “The enemy you idiot, she’s literally carrying a torch and bearing it! I even think she’s mocking me with all this freedom nonsense.” “But don’t you mean then, Anti-Fa?” “Anti-Fa? What’s that?” “Anti-Fa Sir, anti-fascist, you know the opposite of or against fascism” “Not sure what you’re getting at son, just bring her Anteefa ass down, she’s a domestic terrorist!” “Ok, Sir, now you’re opening up a whole other can of white meal worms but, just so we’re on page here, Anteefa?” “Yes, Anteefa” “Not Anti-Fa?” “Yes, No! NOT anti-fa or whatever the fuck that is!” “Again, those fighting against fascism sir?” “Ok, again, missing your point, just bring her down!” “Hey, Jackson, do you know what Anteefa is? “No Sir, I do not Sir!” Andrews? “Me neither, Sir!” “Sorry Sir, but we are at a loss as to this Anteefa you’re talking about“ “Jesus son, are you dim?! AnTEEfa!!!” “Ok Sir, we’ll need a better defined enemy” “But she’s right there, right in front of you, a literal torch bearer of Anteefa!!” “Alright Sir, we’ll revisit this … Jackson, Andrews, stand down” “Yes Sir!!”
(walking away … “dude’s wacko man” … “shhhhh, they’re always listening … and keep your mask up by the way. That post vacation tan of yours has you lookin’ a little brown”)
Spent the weekend doing nothing (holy crap! really?! that’s new … shut up m’fr!) one new post and then just eyes and headphones down to some old stuff, a bit of a re-set if you will as it seemed necessary.
Re-read a lot of old things just to remind myself that I wasn’t totally crazy when I wrote them and re-listened to a lot of old things just to remind myself that I wasn’t totally crazy and could hold a new lyric’d tune when I sang them.
Very therapeutic.
Now, was this enough of a re-set? Couldn’t tell ya, but it was relaxing and I am fan of “me” things, as I should be. Would be a little awkward if not.
Anyway, along my nothing weekend way … this version of “Yellow Submarine” from back in 2019 and of my favorite Beatle.
These are scary days as we watch in real time the attempted destruction of all we hold, have held, dear and this one still works then.
Cheers Ringo
In the land that we call home
Lives a man who was born to be
A simple con, liar and cheat
Living in an orange quarantine
.
But in this land he would conceive
A man-boy King of him he would be crowned
And to the law he’d not be bound
In his new found Orange Quarantine
.
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Trading truth for beans, an Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
The lies come with a sheen in an Orange Quarantine
.
Blind loyal friends all love the ride
Cheer-fully they chide Democ-racy
A prop-a-gandist band does play
.
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where truth is rarely seen in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Trump’s pockets full of green, in an Orange Quarantine
.
(Full speed backward, full speed back stupid USA
Blindly so it is general
Look the other way for me… drop the law if you please
Will do general. General?)
.
As we live a life unease
All the rich of us (all the rich of us)
Has what they need (has what they need)
To the rest (to the rest)
Shoulder your part (shoulder your part)
In this Trickle Down (in this trickle down)
Quarantine (quarantine…HA HA!)
.
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where ignorance is King in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Of woe we’ll surely sing in an Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Bizarro is the norm in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where scary does take form in an Orange Quarantine
(originally posted to my Attic Blogspot June, 2019)
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Yes, I know I have re-posted this one a few times since the initial posting but listening to it again, earlier this week, I realized it could be new right now (just minus the “two plus years ago today” opening line) as it’s like we’re living in some god forsaken loop just minus a four year reprieve of hope and light where the everyday Jane and Joe could have a say again.
So much for that building from the “middle out” thing huh?
I mean he recently tried to play baby General for review for his … the Army’s birthday, of HIS troops (minus all his past disparagements) though I don’t think it quite went the way he envisioned and he probably sent a love letter to Kim Jon Un just to say that his spectacle wasn’t quite up to par just yet and that he would do better next time and it’s certainly not like Trump has stopped bein’ the devil incarnate from his first go round, he’s just more adamant and heartless and evil about it now.
Just ask a gleeful Stephen Miller who, every morning, picks his teeth for morsels of the flesh of immigrants from his dreams and models himself in SS uniforms in the bathroom mirror.
So back to June of 2019 then and one of my many versions of a Beatles tune.
Baby General’s Golden Black Heart’s Band / Sky’s Orange When You’ve Got Blind Friends
It was two plus years ago today
That baby general came to have his say
In a propagandist fascist style
With his lies he’d go the extra mile
He’d hammer them unto the red
IQ’s regressing in his stead
Baby general’s golden black heart’s band
.
We’re baby general’s golden black heart’s band
We play you all ya need to know
Baby general’s golden black heart’s klan
The torches are only for show
.
Baby general’s cor-rupt
Baby general’s morally
Baby general’s bankrupt black heart’s band
.
There’s nothing to be seen here
Just back room in the know
There’s such important work be done
Now won’t you all just pray with us
We love it when you’re dumb
.
We don’t want you to be in the know
But we make you feel you’re in the show
Keep you happy swimming in the glow
Helps suck you in the undertow
Now let us to present to you
The sad and lonely Orange years
.
Baby general’s golden black heart’s band
.
Trump D’s victim’s tears…
.
What would you say if I sang you a lie
So obvious you can’t deny?
But you take it and then get to singin’ along
Cause re-ality it don’t apply
.
Oh, the sky’s purple when you’ve got blind friends
Mmm it’s any color when the truth gets bent
Mmm the sky’s orange is the new message sent
.
What would you say if I filled you with hate
Gave you an enemy you could detest
Locked them away less than human they’re caged
As you lend deaf ear to mankind’s rage
.
Oh, the sky’s black to go along with blue
Mmm your hu-manity now shares that hue
Mmm your sold souls invent a diff-er-ent view
.
Could you think you need saving?
That will surely come bust
Do you need to get praying?
But only to an orange need’s lust
.
Where will we be when sad histr’y holds true
(do you re-alize that there’s a cost?)
It’s measured in lives deemed be less than they be
Got a Facebook messenger note from a cousin of mine earlier in the week, a ‘cross the pond one, Libby, one with an English accent, you know, the accent where no matter what they say it just sounds cool and fetching and with those endearing English idioms too, the accent that could tell you to fuck off and die and you would ask how far and how dead with a smile and even grab a friend and ask her to repeat it just so this friend could hear it.
“How are you doing?” Libby said in her Facebook Messenger English accent “I hope you’ve got something productive to do on Saturday! Xx”
(Oh, them snarky Brits) To which I replied “Yeppers, productive something to do indeed!!” in my shitty, bland, boring, non-descript Facebook Messenger American accent (though, at least, in my case, not one with a box of rocks twang) “Gots my jackboots shined, gots my flag a wavin’ on the porch and the lawn and flyin’ in the bed of my truck and I am going to pledge a loyalty oath to Great Leader! What a grand day it promises to be!! Maybe Great Leader will even get his wish and some protesters will be shot somewhere in this big, beautiful land!! Glorious times these are!!”
Ah the big, beautiful parade day, where he appropriates a birthday actually worth celebrating in his own narcissistic and despotic wishing fake medal adorned baby general chest dream drum beat kinda way or No Kings Day, a one of protests to remind of that whole escaping Kings thing that started all of this in the first place, though some of that particular history might just be fading, Marty McFly-like, as we speak, especially if those treasonous Heritage Foundation peoples have anything to say/rewrite about it.
Oh, and don’t be black if those Heritage’s have the pen by the way, it will be like you never even existed.
Now I had thought to do something special for Great Leader, maybe send him a postcard with a rah rah poem and words that rhymed and everything that could be turned into song that J6 patriots could sing outside of jail in their pardons, get him a house plant maybe, welcome and congratulate him on his new dictator digs or even a cake, a red white and blue one, of course, baked by indignant straight folks.
But I figured then to, instead, revisit a couple of parody tunes of mine from a number of years ago, back in the first knuckle drag age that actually had “King” in the title, a couple of love letters from the past if you will.
It is interesting at least to hear where things were and my song endeavors from 4 and 5 years ago and how shit hasn’t really changed, it’s just been updated and become more direct … more extreme.
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(to Paul Simon’s “You Can Call Me Al”)
March 7, 2020
You Can Call Me King
A man lies as he breathes He says why would you trust another now Who can you possibly trust Now I’ve shown you what my facts is A fascist truth sledgehammer Nuthin’ else believe-able matters Other than this con in this con man’s swamptown
(and a-oooh ah-oooh)
Lap dogs in orange swamplight Here’s a lie-ball GOP go fetch excuses
Newsman, newsman Get these facts away from me, ya know, No one finds real truth interesting anymore
If you’ll loyalty me blind I can be your despot chum I can call you subject And subject you adore me You can call me Czar
This man original Trumper says There can never be a never me If there’s a never me they’ll never be Happy in a sea of me Where will the answers come from If I don’t truly be-lieve Who will I turn to when The truth slaps me Awake and awake To the harsh realities Of Moscow Mitch’s word marble hypocriteness Hammers and sickles Getting stocked up in the open Along with some of the finest cossack hats
If you’ll loyalty me blind I’ll let you kneel and kiss my ring I can call you subject And subject you adore me You can call me King You can call me King
(break)
A man late night he’s tweeting How he’s a victim in this world Maybe it’s a big blue meanie world Where they’re just out to get him And they don’t see his genius Or see how great he his The greatest all narcissists Surrounding himself with nothing more than Clowns clowns Who dance for him like marionettes In a tiny orange circus
He checks the mirror again Sees Messiah staring back at him At least that’s what the hacks say And he so believes them
If you’ll loyalty me blind I can be your despot chum I can call you subject And subject you adore me You can call me Don
Na-na-na-na-na Just call me king-na-na You can kiss my ring na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Loyalties the thing na-na Better never sing na-na I’ll take your everything na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Ummmm ah-ah Ummmm ah-ah Better give up mind now
Ummmm ah-ah Ummmm ah-ah You’ll be just fine now
Ummmm ah-ah Ummmm ah-ah Just a matter of time now
Ummmm ah-ah Ummmm ah-ah Democracy dies now
If you’ll loyalty me blind
I’ll let you kneel and kiss my ring
I can call you subject
And subject you adore me
You can call me King
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(to Green Day’s “Troublemaker”)
November 20, 2021
Kingmaker
Kingmaker
Yeah!
Woo hoo hoo
—
Hey!
Democracy’s under attack
Right in plain sight a lockstep right
Work their authoritarian plight
—
Hey!
They wanna control the states
So next time vote around they’ll mess ‘bove ground
Mold sham results for self-serving tastes
—
They wanna be some new Kingmakers
Autocracy’s G-O-P takers
They wanna be some new Kingmakers
Great leader’s cult first of new shakers
—
Hey!
We like your lie moxie cool
Obstructive whitewash of what was true
It’s quite impressive in its attempt at coup
—
Hey!
His Rally’s his palace days
He’s sounding loaded, old lie bloated
In his propagandist playbook word salad way
—
They wanna be some new Kingmakers
Autocracy’s G-O-P takers
They wanna be some new Kingmakers
Great leader’s cult first of new shakers
—
Hey!
Woooh oooh oooh
Woooh oooh oooh
Woooh oooh oooh
Yeah!
—
They saw election pass with result a bad state
So pass suppression laws before it’s too late
Present these measures in a group all for one haste
Integrity’s at stake the big lie is the play that they make
—
Hey!
Democracy’s under attack
Right in plain sight a lockstep right
Work their authoritarian plight
—
Hey!
They do their do
Hey!
A lie’s whose who
Hey!
Who know the screw
Hey!
A fascist stew
Hey!
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And just to let ya know I am still working my tune angle, it’s not just these of old. Not a one of King in title here but a one of what Kings would like.
To “Hit The Road Jack” then.
(March 22, 2025)
Hit the Road Facts
Hit the road facts and don’t ya check back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road facts and don’t ya come back no more
.
Wha’d Zuck say?
.
Hit the road facts, time to show you the door, the door, the door, the door
Hit the road facts we, don’t need ya round here no more
.
Ol’ Zucky, Ol’ Zucky don’t treat facts so mean
You’re a coward t’wards the truth like we’ve never seen
If you say facts must go, we’ll prioritize speech ya know
.
What’s that?
.
Hit the road facts, with a barker in tails magaphone and black magic rabbit hat
Hit the road facts and don’t ya Zuck ‘round no more
.
Wha’d right saaaay?!!
.
Hit the road facts, true lies’ll have a brand new day and say and sway the way
Hit the road facts and don’t ya come back no more
.
Now baby listen baby this is newest Reich way
Won’t be stifled by the left who hold lies at bay
Don’t care if they do ‘cause we know the real truth
It’s what we decide, don’t need no sleuth
instead in this brand new age, we’ll paint facts just as we say
.
That’s right!
.
Hit the road facts, and now it’s your time to act, to act, to act, to act
Hit the road facts and throw some money in that hat
.
Wha’d you saaaay!!??
.
Hit the road facts, we’ve reached a new judgment day, this day, no other way
Hit the road facts, ya best get new truths all straight
.
Hit the road facts, and don’t ya check back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road facts and don’t ya come back no more
.
Now Donnie ol’ Donnie and executive O’s
He’ll decree a new future with his MAGA in throes
He’ll rename Gulf’s of Mexico
With a straight face ain’t that beautiful Oh!
.
Hit the road facts, the truth’ll no longer know where’s it’s at, where it’s at, where it’s at
Hit the road facts and don’t bother tippin’ your cap
.
Hit the road facts, an Autocrat’ll tell ya his truth, his truth, his truth, his truth
Hit the road facts, cause democracy he wants lose
.
Now baby baby baby there’s a billionaire class
Who trip over themselves to lipstick his ass
They even paid for the right to grovel new Reich
Hoping keep good his side not dogs he might strike
‘Cause that’s just the new way
Truth’ll have a forced holiday
.
That’s right!
.
Hit the road facts and got’s keep this all straight, all straight, all straight, all straight
Hit the road facts while he makes liberty quake
.
Hit the road facts and don’t ya check back no more, no more, no more, no more
Been a bit for a So Then Sunday here where I just repost something because …
One: because I like it and came about it on another sleepless weekend writing new or just scrolling old stuff.
Two: because I’m just fucking lazy and ain’t got shit.
Plus The Trump Circus and Hit The Road Facts have me feeling back in the game a bit and I thought “why not” an older one and take a bit of a break?
So a “So Then Sunday” then.
I was also just bored and already had my headphones on after slipping down the rabbit hole of some cat and dog rescue videos. Just tryin’ to pull myself from out of the furry happy tearful abyss … but they are such cute stories … come back to us Steve …
This one is from January of last year and a response to the silliness of a “God Made Trump” video, genuine or parody or not.
It still works (nothing time specific) and I just love it ’cause it’s a shitload of words and fast.
Earlier this week there was an opinion piece at the Washington Post (yes, I still hold onto my subscription, knee bending, ring kissing, weak spined weasel Jeff Bezos notwithstanding as this section of the paper still has actual opinions and hasn’t been forced to acquiesce just yet) that asked the question of James Comer, Chairman of the House Oversight Committee, why he hadn’t sought to investigate the corruption of Trump like he tried to do so fruitlessly and embarrassingly with Joe Biden for so long and so hard?
“The Biden Crime Syndicate” he extolled at the time with no hint of irony or projection or proof.
The piece was presaged on the notion that he would have a MUCH stronger case now to make for actual corruption charges of the nation’s highest office, just with Trump instead.
Well, of course, we all know the answer to that.
Crickets … (sorry, my dear Cricket the cat, don’t mean to drag you into the political fray by cliche sound effect association).
It was a bit of a week in Frankenland, yes, simple radio commercial/podcast producer guys have those too, not that that is a thing you think about for comparison, but it was a bit of a week nonetheless.
All I wanted to do at the end of it was to just sit, as I have mentioned before, just sit. Though I realize there are many things that are better and healthier than just sitting, like anything other than just sitting, maybe line dancing on a Wednesday night with Kacey and the girls, or tennis with unfound friends at that country club back when, when they declined my application for what I don’t know (Hey! that was just once and Mrs Wagaman’s rose bushes grew back just fine the next year thank you! No, I didn’t know her husband was the chairman of the country club board) I did though get a kiss from THE most popular girl in school courtesy of a few rose bushes (I think, memory gets a bit hazy right around then) and in front of people! PEOPLE! (still hazy) and screw you, I didn’t play tennis anyway.
I wanted to only do just that, sit, damning the possible healthy of a walk but not damning the computer chair with a cat on a lap.
But one of the things I like to do in this just sitting is to put my headphones on, the one’s only held right ear together now with spit and duct tape (a bit scratchy and sticky and wet but workable) and listen to some of my stuff, my old parodies to see if they still stand, which of course they do, just dated, I mean he hasn’t really changed all that much other than being more empowered in his authoritarian dreams.
Anyway, I also did do some tunes then that weren’t the doom and gloom of an orange.
I figured at the time to branch out and get my head out of the morass (see what I almost did there?)
This was one of my first and and a long time favorite still (also another I did at the time, We Let Billy Drive The Car). Just something to an instrumental I had found and the remembering of old girlfriends.
It is something I have posted and re-posted before but why not again?
Hell, this shit is mine and so is this blog so …
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She Said (Old T-shirt Song)
She said where have you been because ya seem lost
Feel like I’m living a fever dream but at what cost
Where you’re here one day then gone the next is this a test
I’m even wearing that old T-shirt that you liked the best
—
But is it yours or mine I’m not quite sure
Did I even one time even know this band I forget the tour
Found it on the floor newly washed I’m sure I think it’s yours
But you’re somewhere gone I think I must report you lost
—
We used to be on page in the same book
And you would give me looks to make me bend around with you
And send me stars as dots to connect of how you and I were them
Until we reached the moon no lookin’ back just … postcards to send
—
She said we sillied with the best of them
Made others envy green when they couldn’t contend with us they bled
That green and not just in the month of March is what they jigged
You’d make us angry year round if we could only ever be mad at you …
—
But you’re missing now … she said
What’s happened to you … where is your head
But you’re missing now … she said
What place do you go … one that isn’t our stead
You’re missing now … she said
Is it a place where I can bring you back now from the dead
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I guess this T-Shirt’s mine now is what she says
I think I might just even have to wear it to bed
But not with thoughts of you if that’s somehow in your head
No I won’t be wearin’ it long … that’s what he said
—
No it’ll hit the floor running as he gives me looks
To bend around with him in writing pages fresh book
And he sends me new stars on new trips to the moon
Quite simply, March has been a dick, the Ides of Dick, a fiddlefuckstick of a month that just seems to want to linger well beyond its 31 day confine and this is on the heels of February being equally dickish and January as well.
Yeah, this whole year so far has been such a dickturn that I’m not even sure any longer what ISN’T in the realm of dick.
I’ve even considered awkwardly wearing ill-fitting suit jackets and one size too small belly pop T-Shirts and comical billboard ballcaps with dumbass slogans like I am totally new to hats, even truckers are admonishing me for making them look bad, and I might also consider just firing a bunch more people just to get a little joy out of life and maybe even break out a golden chainsaw again for dramatic effect because who are they anyway? They’re no longer the populous I appeal to, they served their bought purpose and they ain’t me so I don’t care, plus they’re affording me ample opportunity to rob them even more blind (don’t tell me I can’t get blood from a stone) and be even more in dick mode.
Well, I’m not gonna let March bleed into April even if April promises to be more of the same, tens of thousands more people forced out of work for specious reason and with no real receipts to justify, legal folks getting “disappeared” in broad daylight by masked, unrecognized, unannounced gestapo (MTG’s favorite gazpacho secret police force soup she eats with a fork while never understanding why it’ so difficult to eat soup with a fork) with no explanation other than they’ve suddenly been proven to not be fans of genocide (I mean what’s that all about? Like suddenly that’s a “thing”?
They ain’t us right, and they are somewhere else so what’s the matter? (we just have to have more kids to fill the global void and plan a vacation) more acquiescence by every bigwig and news organization imaginable, more unaffordable trips to the grocery store or the doctor (will be more attempts at that real soon, making up science’ll do that, it’ll most probably be a rush) or even the car dealership, like any of us could afford such a trip anyway, maybe pass new laws allowing kids to work overnights during the school week hoping they just drop out and become faceless, lifeless worker bees for the greater good. Even continue to re-write history in a more white way and maybe make voting down the road more dickly as well and … blah blah blah the litany of ills that want to blah blah blah us to death like a blah blah blah cudgel (too much shit intentionally blah blah blahed at us all at once).
Oh, and re-name the Lincoln Center after Andrew Johnson or William “Tariff” McKinley or something like that and plan recitals of treasonous pardoned ex-cons who can’t sing for shit.
No, I’m gonna turn the calendar page on a new month a couple of days ahead hoping that maybe starting a new month with a day of comedy and practical jokes and even funnier cosplaying in too tight shapely tops and flak jackets with pockets full of important looking flak jacket shit for photo-ops might just do the trick.
I’m just gonna start April a bit early and pull the covers back over my head and hope I wake up to a better month that is hopefully less of a dick (good luck to that I say to myself) and just turn the calendar page.
Ya know I have been Jonesin’ for the longest time now to get to a new tune, doesn’t matter what, a parody maybe for these current fucked up times, maybe something that rhymes with tariff or Canada or Greenland or King or Vlad or Orban or other small minded little men dictators or ethnic cleansing for a new Riviera or muck Musk muck about with self interest the priority and conflicts be damned even those in China (don’t worry, I can police myself, even in China he says while snaking for China) a something to a cool instrumental I’ve found, maybe, with original lyrics in tow, possibly from a recent poem or short story, something silly even, anything, but I hadn’t quite found a comfy enough studio space in the new digs just yet with a tall enough chair … don’t ask, it’s a thing.
But I did find one.
To “Hit The Road Jack” then.
Hit the Road Facts
Hit the road facts and don’t ya check back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road facts and don’t ya come back no more
.
Wha’d Zuck say?
.
Hit the road facts, time to show you the door, the door, the door, the door
Hit the road facts we, don’t need ya round here no more
.
Ol’ Zucky, Ol’ Zucky don’t treat facts so mean
You’re a coward t’wards the truth like we’ve never seen
If you say facts must go, we’ll prioritize speech ya know
.
What’s that?
.
Hit the road facts, with a barker in tails magaphone and black magic rabbit hat
Hit the road facts and don’t ya Zuck ‘round no more
.
Wha’d right saaaay?!!
.
Hit the road facts, true lies’ll have a brand new day and say and sway the way
Hit the road facts and don’t ya come back no more
.
Now baby listen baby this is newest Reich way
Won’t be stifled by the left who hold lies at bay
Don’t care if they do ‘cause we know the real truth
It’s what we decide, don’t need no sleuth
instead in this brand new age, we’ll paint facts just as we say
.
That’s right!
.
Hit the road facts, and now it’s your time to act, to act, to act, to act
Hit the road facts and throw some money in that hat
.
Wha’d you saaaay!!??
.
Hit the road facts, we’ve reached a new judgment day, this day, no other way
Hit the road facts, ya best get new truths all straight
.
Hit the road facts, and don’t ya check back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road facts and don’t ya come back no more
.
Now Donnie ol’ Donnie and executive O’s
He’ll decree a new future with his MAGA in throes
He’ll rename Gulf’s of Mexico
With a straight face ain’t that beautiful Oh!
.
Hit the road facts, the truth’ll no longer know where’s it’s at, where it’s at, where it’s at
Hit the road facts and don’t bother tippin’ your cap
.
Hit the road facts, an Autocrat’ll tell ya his truth, his truth, his truth, his truth
Hit the road facts, cause democracy he wants lose
.
Now baby baby baby there’s a billionaire class
Who trip over themselves to lipstick his ass
They even paid for the right to grovel new Reich
Hoping keep good his side not dogs he might strike
‘Cause that’s just the new way
Truth’ll have a forced holiday
.
That’s right!
.
Hit the road facts and got’s keep this all straight, all straight, all straight, all straight
Hit the road facts while he makes liberty quake
.
Hit the road facts and don’t ya check back no more, no more, no more, no more
Did you know that Donald Trump wears a Top Hat to bed and old time megaphones in his sleep from atop a box in a center ring?
Did you know that JD Vance dreams of how to match his collection of brown shirts with the right tie “Black, no Black, Black, dammit!!” to really make the outfit work.
Did you know that Kristi Noem played war games when she was a child?
Did you know that Kash Patel spells FBI “F’in’ Beeaatch Investigations” and would never seek unwarranted retribution for his boy?
Did you know that Senator Bill Cassidy isn’t actually a doctor? He just plays one, poorly, on the Senate floor?
Did you know that RFK Jr is a horrible dancer? I mean that’s obvious as he has two left foot truths for everything.
Did you know that Karoline Leavitt wears a cross to ward off evil leftist thoughts like they were vampires and keeps a clove a garlic in her purse? (and also because she is just superstitious … religion’ll do that … she wears the same embroidered cross socks to every press brief just in case and to cover herself from the bottom up)
Did you know that Mitch McConnell will never EVER be able to redeem himself for what he has wrought, no matter his votes? (yes, I said “wrought’ … what of it?!)
Did you know that Elon Musk dreams wistfully and longingly of days of Apartheid?
Did you know that to highlight his bonifides as a President of the people Trump and his disciples have put, and put, as many people out of work as they possibly can?
Did you know that I boiled eggs last night? I’m selling them for 5 bucks a pop. The hot sauce is extra.
Did you know that Marjorie Taylor Greene thinks Big Bird is real but a leftist plant, a tall one, indoctrinating kids with letters from A to D that that are sent from Jewish spy laser letter satellites burning coastal elites to learn them some biblical letter vengeance, only from A to D though. The rest she just finds confusing.
Did you know that the Gulf of Mexico just flat out disappeared? I mean, it’s not there, it’s just a really big coastal hole now, so much for vacationing, somebody call the FBI to investigate! … oh, wait
Did you know that Vladimir Putin likes Vodka and plays a drinking game with all his consonant heavy friends at the ongoing news?
Did you know Elon Muck-about, though some call him Leon … hold on, he’s already here on this list, is still dreaming white supremacist dreams like he did as a kid.
Did you know that Tucker Carlson is not out of sight out of mind (though the world can dream) and is a Russian State Hero?
Did you know that Jesse Watters has the IQ of a house plant and house plants are pissed off at the correlation. Not fair says “Spider” I know says “Ponytail Bonsai” and “Dieffenbachia” concurs at a google search of house plants.
Did you know that DOGE also stands for Day Of Gross Elon and Self Interest and Making Shit Up While I Rake In The Dough of All of My Conflict of Interest Government Contracts but DOGEDIMSUWIRITDOAOMCOIGC was a little long.
Did you know that Pam Bondi was the second choice for Attorney General AFTER Matt Gaetz, you were AFTER Matt Gaetz Pam. that’s gotta hurt a little, “But at least I didn’t traffic her across state lines” was her defense in confirmation hearings
Did you know that Tulsi Gabbard was Russian operative?
Did you know that Sharks shouldn’t be concerned with plastic straws as they’re eating, as they’re munching their way through the ocean?
Did you know that Canada would gladly give up universal healthcare and autonomy and a national identity to become our fifty third, or fifty first state depending on who falls first after Greenland and a stretch of water “What? A canal can’t be a state?”
Did you know that the sky is whatever color we tell you it is?
Did you know that Netanyahoo-whoooohoo was on board with some ethnic cleansing and is already dreaming of his toes in the sand?
Did you know that all of this true, that Karoline Leavitt said it was so, ok maybe not in so many words but she did promise to not tell a lie right from the get go, and we’ve seen how spectacularly unwell that has gone thus far and right in front of us too at a podium with some sort of seal while Sarah Hucksterbee Sanders surely cheered her chutzpah at selling poison in a bottle of cure-all lie tonic. At a podium with a seal. At a fucking podium. Podiums are huge!!
While she silently thanks the heavens for that clove of garlic in her purse, and her superstitious Christian socks from the bottom up, I’m sure she is questioning her life choices, unless she isn’t, then, sadly, she is lost to us.
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