Category Archives: White House

Slippery Steve Bannon slides down in Dons estimation. Who knew there was a lower level?

The Ballad Of Steve Bannon.

‘Welcome to the White House, Steve,
We love the work you did at Breitbart,
Theres so much we hope you can achieve,
Putting the Alt Right to the centre is a start.’

What a bond you and Don are bound to cleave,
Why, that supremely superior right view you impart-
And your journalistic integrity makes it hard to believe
Your tete-a-tetes won’t be a meeting of like mind and heart.

Alas, poor Steve, Don must ask you to leave,
You’re a done deal to Don, and ’tis time to depart,
Dons vision of his ‘Merica even Steve couldn’t conceive,
After Charlottesville Steve knows Don’s mastered his dark art.

I say, is that guy at the podium a touch slow on the uptake? A pause- a long pause- before the President speaks.

Nothing But White Noise, Part Two.

After two days of using a lame ‘blame lies on many sides’ defence
After the denouncing of White Racism by the likes of Mike Pence,
After a st- stuttering start Don is giving ’em a piece of his mind.
After a great deal of thought he’ll leave their KK-kind behind.

He says it, it must be said, with deep regret,
They’re core voters and he owes ’em a debt,
Will his hurtful words hurt the Alt Right?
Will their torch for Don burn as bright?

Without relish he mouths the words some lackey wrote,
Speaking loud enough, yet his voice retains a baffled note,
Recited without so much as an apology for it being ever so late,
Don, dragging ’em through gritted teeth does make Americans grate.

They line up on Dons White House floor, blithely unaware they’re standing on the trap door.

The Revolving Door.

Michael Flynn strode through Dons welcoming door
Little knowing the rapid turnaround he had in store.

Gone, thanks to Russian lies,
Don could only sympathise.

James Comey said his FBI would find more, much more;
Then, ignominiously HE was fired, a sort of Flynn encore.

I guess to James this came as no surprise,
He wouldn’t stop his his ears or avert his eyes.

In January we’d heard Spicers Trumpian oratory loftily soar,
By July he’s silently tumbling down a white House corridor.

For someone who’d praised Don to the skies
His departure didn’t move Don to eulogise.

Reince Priebus was looking down the barrel to be number four-
Now he’s gone and followed the footsteps of those gone before.

Amongst the few muted old guard GOP cries
Scaramucci’s howl of delight was hard to disguise.

Then a measly ten days after Don had unleashed his dog of war
The Mooch was torn from Dons side, despite the oath he swore.

Privately, Don admits his own picks seem unwise;
Who to trust to keep away prying eyes, and the FBI’s?

On which trusty loyal loyal pool of sycophantic fawning foo- fans to draw?
Don knows a Great deal as it dawns on him- THAT’S what family’s for.