Category Archives: Russian collusion

Had your fill of FAKE News? Well, remember, you heard it here First.

Oddly, I never thought the President was a funny bloke,
But now the laugh is on me and, seriously, I get the joke,
Hee hee, he’s hysterical- he changes history, with one Master stroke-
Go home, gather the gullible, grin and simply say ‘I misspoke.’

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Donny and Vladimir, sitting in Helsinki, this spells the end of D e m o c r a c y. Or, put another way, the first rule about Liars Club is there is no Liars Club. (But there is.)

Vlad To The Bone. (Apologies to George Thorogood.)

When two princes amongst men met up in Helsinki
Both promised, vowed, swore a swear with extended pinky
To put aside that old veil of dark secrecy, so deep, black and inky;
If Vlad’s pants look uncomfortably hot, don’t Dons seem a whiff stinky?

In a most comradely fashion the two privately conversed,
When they emerged into the light, all dark clouds dispersed,
Donald smiling dimly,Vladimir’s smile smug, satisfied, fit to burst,
How did Vlad contrive to convince Don to put ‘Meric- err… Russia First?

Presidential pardons, Kim Kardashian comes a’calling, but Don knows a bum deal when he sees one…

Hot And Cold.

Don’s dishing out presidential pardons willy-nilly,
Forgiving old felonious friends at will and at whim,
But mention faithful old Mueller and Don grows chilly-
Chances of Don forgiving Bob are infinitesimally slim.

Questions of his hot Stormy affair are also met frostily
As his ardour and memories of her mammaries begin to dim,
So Don won’t dismiss Ms Kardashians request as frivolously silly,
Though part of the deal will be having to twerk for it, Kim.

President Putin wins his election, and the world clamors to congratulate him on his narrow victory. Well, one word leader does.

Con       gratulations?

Russia is electing their President, and it’s the same again,
‘All hail President Putin’ is the Kremlins enduring refrain,
Vladimir’s grasp on power is relentlessly ongoing
The ‘popularity’ of the President shows no signs of slowing.

Now Don ill-advisedly phones in his congratulations and delight
Since Putin has dazzlingly won his democratic election… right..?
Yet for Donald the epithet ‘Democrat’ is such a damn dirty word,
He, Vlad and Xi Jinping think leader for life is the term preferred.

Vlad feels he- alone- is fit to serve,
To oppose him takes resolve- and nerve,
Vlad’s electoral victory is unsurpassed
Since his opponents tend to come in dead last.

 

Don and Vlad just passing the time of day at the Asian leaders meeting. A short and cordial meeting of the minds.

Yak Yak.

Donald and Vlad paused to exchange a greeting
At the Asian conflab, scarcely even a meeting,
Barely worth mentioning, or even repeating.

Just enough time taken by those two to put to rest
The insinuations of those who continue to protest
That red hands were all over the electoral contest.

A smile, a nod, a blink- or a wink?- a brief handshake,
It’s amazing how little time a Don done deal can take-
Some might say it’s one slick team those two make.

Why pursue this Russian fabrication when they have agreed
To be resolute that any investigation can’t hope to succeed?
Besides neither care to know where any trail might lead.

Now, with hand on heart, Donald can say say he’s truly relieved
That an ‘understanding’ with Vladimir has been achieved;
Surely the word of an ex-KGB Colonel can be believed?

A tale of mystery and imagination, and perhaps, medical misadventure? Lately truth is stranger than fiction though.

Serious As A Heart Attack.

Ashen faced Don was devastated to hear
His once ‘excellent guy’, his pal Papadopolous
Had not stayed shtum, he had spoken
To the FBI, and Bob, and out of turn;
This had left Don f… furiously cross,
And Damn near heart-broken.

Two things had ‘conspired’
To cause a tiny cardiac infraction;
George, that little bottom-feeding sucker
Had been tapped by the FBI, but had he been wired?
Had there been talk of an overseas bank transaction?
Cause enough for both heart flutter and sphincter pucker?

No, there was no heart attack that I know of. You gotta have one, for a start.

Halloween eve, Paul Manafort is arrested and Don leads the morning prayer, and leads the hymn at the White House on this special day.

Lost Souls Abroad On Halloween.

Let’s spare a prayer and a thought
For true, loyal servant Paul Manafort,
Why must Mueller have to look so keen?
Don feels a Presidential compulsion to intervene.

Don sends his trusted friend his support
And the finest Defence that can be bought,
It’s costing a fortune to keep Pauls hands clean
So somebody does know the trou- roubles he’s seen.