former prexy
super sizes on fast food
pants optional
Do you think the ex-Prexy wrote a valentine's poem to his one true love? If he did, it might go a little something like this:
I love me,
I love me not,
well that's silly:
of course I love me,
just like everyone else,
except that traitor Pence.
Roses are red,
violets are some other color,
everyone loves me,
at least, they'd better!
Love is what the Magas have for me,
0 is what I give them (see how clever?),
V, I'm very very very special,
E, stands for something.
The Party got behind Anansi in 2028, and they would've recaptured the presidency too, if he hadn't sucked dry one too many meddling kids.
PA state Senate GOP members shamefully and brazenly broke the law yesterday, seating a loser in their formerly respectable body. They'll be making license plates soon.
By the time the 21st century rolled around, I expected to be so old, I wasn't sure I'd make it. It never occurred to me, reading Mack Reynolds novels 45 years ago, that A) gay marriage would become "Eh, of course" for most Americans, B) we still wouldn't have a lunar colony, and C) the minority party would throw all its energy into destroying the country and making it a vassal state of Russia. SF editors were buying such outlandish stories back in the 70s, but at the time we regarded them as fiction.
orgasmic fantasy
straight-jacketed ex-prexy
dragged bump bump bump
down the White-House steps
and then
like Disney Snow White
butterflies and roses
fawns and bunnies
pop up across the lawn
good day
to walk under a ladder
break a mirror
step on a crack
pet my black cat
superstition pales
in reality's face
GOP: Well, uh, it's the popular vote that really matters, and it's sooooo close!
Dem: We agree: the Electoral College must go.
GOP:
Voting with chips
a time-honored method
involving cannons
steel spheres
and black powder
recognized as definitive
in the court of fait accompli