Dominic Cummings; The myth, the man, the mealy-mouthed but not sorry explanations, and then, that high borne miasma.

The New Asstocracy.

Oh, how I long to be just like Always Right Dominic,
To fly in the face of rules, regulations and simple logic,
To ignore draconian strictures, to freely Range Roverly roam,
Really drive that massive sense of entitlement 420 miles home.

No ‘Hi Boris, bye, its bestie Dom, I’m blowing this town,
I’m driving up to the pater’s farm till my fever’s died down,’
No, Dom just upped and left his locked-down London precinct
Driving 420 miles fuelled on pure arrogance and ‘parental instinct.’

No Number Ten man can control Mister Cumming-or-going
for the man who advises the PM is so all wise and all knowing,
And the PM understands the ordeal poor Dom’s been through;
For the elite true blue few it’s always ‘Do as we say, not as we do.’

On the road again; let’s follow as the Prez speeds recklessly on to open up his stalled economy. Arriving at a hushed Ford assembly plant Don gets out and starts to push his well worn agenda.

Thing’s To Do In Ypsilanti When You’re Don.

Go up to Michigan,
Speak at some Ford plant,
Blame some Democrat, bitch again;
Usual unhinged rave and rant.

Typical meet and greet,
Broadly mug and smugly beam
While firing off another Waspish tweet;
Don’t my pearly wisdoms gleam?

Won’t wear no mask
Though it’s obviously more hygienic,
But this GreaT President’s overriding task
Is to remain nakedly photogenic.

 

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Alan Jones and his multitude of hang-ups are going off the airwaves. Aussies, enjoy the quietude.

Press Zero.

A word on Alan, he’s due his first and last post,
It’s a kind of a eulogy to a long-winded talk-back host,
It’s finally time to hang up, Alan Jones,
The man who had the last word on a million phones.

He’s a hard man, holding riotous views on race,
Not scared of shovin’ women back in their place.

So wave goodbye, Mister Always Right,
The kind of bloke who just keeps holdin’ on to every slight,
Say bye-bye, biggest mouth in the ol’ Dominion,
Cheerio, best Aussie broadcaster… in his humble opinion.

Ain’t nothing more the old football coach enjoys
Than a boozy chin-wag with those good ol’ boys.

An Aussie prattler the Left rightly loathed and feared
But with an ego needing to be loved and revered,
A mean-minded misogynist whatever way he tried to spin it,
Finally, the mouthy shock jock’s put a sock in it.

 

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The Prez sez ‘stay at home’ one day, the next he says stand outside and protest against staying at home- if you live in Democratic Minnesota, Michigan or Virginia. What is his rationale? Schizophrenia? Appeasing his gung-ho Right? Oh yeah, Right.

Free Dumb.

See them fired-up freedom fighters gathered together,
All Camo-jacketed, NRA patched, cuckoo birds of a feather,
Clutching their precious metal to heart with sweating palms,
All too ready to embrace any cockamamie rallying call to arms.

They all say they’re itchin’ to get right back on the job
But first order of business is mingling with the mob,
Patriotically waving an AR15 or Old Glory overhead,
Idiotically spreading covid 19 amongst the brain dead.

No quietly staying home, these clowns won’t be cowed-
Better off out enjoying the contagious baying of the crowd-
Where’s the fun in being parked up alone fighting off this cough
When you can run wild in the streets raisin’ hell with the safety off?

The waiting is over, the trash talk is starting, the game face is on, bring out the cheerleaders, go Team Trump, go! Please, go.

That Fabled NeverNeverNotEverWhatsoeverLand.

This is proving one tough sumbitch virus to tame,
So, now as the grim figure becomes a national shame,
Prima Donna, who hadn’t figured at the start of the game
Suits up, and it’s sick to see how quick Don can counterclaim.

Getting all the sick folk better is a noble aim
But it’s Jesus’ job to comfort the ill, old, the lame,
Don might have dithered but how slickily he became
The only One to point out its not he but WHO’s to blame.

 

 

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The media says President Trump is keen on obtaining a GreaT exclusive Coronavirus vaccine from his good friends in Germany. As always, with Good Deal Don, there is a catch.

The GreaT American Hero.

With the world awash with Covid nineteen
PresiDon wants to buy his very own vaccine,
In Germany they’re making progress on a cure-
Now there’s a Company Don wishes to procure.

It would be for the US and us alone,
And with stocks dropping like a stone
Don knows there is a deal to be made-
Well, ain’t that just Don’s stock in trade?

While the whole world reels as the killing virus bites
Don sees a great deal of potential in world-wide rights,
Don doesn’t want a single red voting ‘Merican to get sick,
In Don’s world he’s quite immune to consciences tiny prick.

 

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From last weeks ‘only the flu’ to this weeks European travel ban, Don is taking serious virus measures. Now, why?

Game Face.

Don lovingly looks into the camera again,
He’s taking GreaT pains to explain
That the Coronavirus’s spread-
He alone is going to stop dead.

He doesn’t welcome foreign fliers,
Euro-tourists he no longer desires,
He’s looking after the good ol’ USA,
The rest of the world can go f-fade away.

Last week it was just the Flu to him,
Suddenly the orange face turns deathly grim,
The latest news has him looking gaunt and old-
His beloved stock market has caught a cold.

Thanks to this Chinese flu
(In Donny’s jaundiced view,)
Now not even the NBA
Can be let out to play.

Donald looks deep into the cameras eye
He truly do look like he’s going to cry,
Is it fears for this, his GreaT proud nation?
Or did the ol’ TV star just hear ‘cancellation?’