Monday, Monday, Can’t Trust That Day

On Monday, January 20, 2025, Donald J. Trump, a convicted felon, who is no longer permitted to own a gun, will be handed the nuclear codes as he is sworn in as the 47th President of the United States.

There might be a slight rumbling in the cemetery grounds in Plains, Georgia on that day as the flags that have been lowered to half-mast to honor President Jimmy Carter, will be raised to full staff for the day just to accommodate the Narcissist-in-Chief. The predicted cold weather, though, will force the ceremony to be held indoors.  Too bad.  I’d really like to see all the 77 million Maga-morons who voted for him freezing their asses off on the National Mall as they waited for the price of bacon and eggs to instantly come down.  I guess that his staff will just have to Photoshop the indoor ceremony to make it look like a record crowd.

I’m wondering if all the people Trump nominated for cabinet positions will be there.  If so, will there be anyone left to work at Fox “News” that day.

Of course, there will be entertainment.  The one remaining member of The original Village People will sing YMCA, so that America will get to see Donald Trump do his “crazy hand jive” where he appears to be giving hand jobs to two people at the very same time.

I wonder if Trump will just use the same dance moves when Kid Rock takes the stage to sing:

Bawitdaba, da-bang, da-bang, diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie, said up drop the boogie
Bawitdaba, da-bang, da-bang, diggy-diggy-diggy

Said the boogie, said up jump the boogie
Bawitdaba, da-bang, da-bang, diggy-diggy-diggy

Said the boogie, said up drop the boogie
Bawitdaba, da-bang, da-bang, diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie, said up jump the boogie
Bawitdaba, da-bang, da-bang, diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie, said up drop the boogie
Bawitdaba, da-bang, da-bang, diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie, said up jump the boogie
Bawitdaba, da-bang, da-bang, diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie, said up drop the boogie (get ready)
My name is Kid
Kid Rock!

Ahhh, they don’t write love ballads like that anymore.

I wonder if the bookies in Las Vegas are taking bets on which Bible he will use for the swearing -in ceremony.  It has to be the $60 one he hawks with Lee Greenwood.  Product placement, baby.

I also wonder if he’ll bother to bring back all the classified documents he has been storing in his Mar A Lago bathroom.  Since he charges his Secret Service security detail an exorbitant amount for protecting him, while he is there, I can only think that he will also hand his new Secretary of the Treasury, a hefty bill for the four long years he has stored the documents.  Let’s see, $2,000 a month for 48 months….

I can’t really see much difference between Trump’s new official photograph and his State of Georgia mugshot, but I guess he wanted to show a new suit and tie so he can peddle swatches of the material to his cult followers for $99 a swatch. After all, a buck is a buck, at least until Elon converts it all to Dogecoins.

I’m just surprised he isn’t wearing his pirate ear patch anymore.  I guess they stopped selling.

So, America, enjoy the weekend, or like they say, “Eat, drink, and be merry for Monday we die or get deported.”

Peace & Love, and all of the above,

Earl

2 thoughts on “Monday, Monday, Can’t Trust That Day

  1. Did I do that? Not purposely. I don’t get many likes when I’m political (and not many when I’m not political, either). For me, this blog is more like self-assigned homework in a writing course. It’s the mantra of Billy Crystal in Throw Momma from the Train, “Writers write always.”

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