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We ALL need to laugh during this tragic Horror movie we're watching in Washington DC.
Jim, Tiffany and Nick provide a breath of fresh air in
t-Rump’$ toxic waste dump of cyanide for the masses.
(The primary members and hosts associated with the political commentary media brand The Dangerous Ones are Jim Drastic (producer and co-founder), Tiffany Drastic, and Nick Knudsen.)
I'm a fan and I hope everyone who follows me will check them out. You'll laugh at their memes, parodies and original songs by fellow decent, sane patriotic Americans.
They're brilliant lights in the darkness of the absolute EVIL of t-Rump and his sycophantic cult of billionaires and brainwashed MAGAt cockroaches.
Yesterday, they featured some parodies and original songs by their followers on Facebook and other sources. It was a barrel of laughs.
Their show ALWAYS gives out their phone number and email address for listeners to communicate. That proves they're fearless. I've received some negative comments from MAGAts here on Substack. My “Delete and Block" policy works for me. I'm sure they get some of those too but opening communication is a way to allow us to be part of their show. I've called a few times and emailed them some of my original memes.
In response to yesterday's show I emailed them one of my old posts with original lyrics. If you didn't see it when I first posted it, here it is:
(Sometimes I try to lighten the rhetoric of these horrible ICE tactics and t-Rump atrocities with my parodies and attempts at moments of humor.
Digging through some old files, I found an old song I wrote years ago in an attempt to laugh at another troubling incident.
40 years ago I got a speeding ticket from an arrogant, ridiculously authoritarian cop in a tiny town in Illinois. His attitude and the obviously unnecessary “speed trap" he created to make his existence “necessary and justifiable” to the 12 citizens of his community, inspired this little song:
SPEED TRAP
(Chorus)
(With a badge and a cap and a Billy Club and a 357 gun
Writin’ tickets makes him important. That's his idea of fun.
His old cop car is rusty and the light on the top is broke
He has no sense of humor though he's the local joke.
He owns a stretch of highway that's barely on the map
Where he's the only law for miles. They call it “The Speed Trap!")
With all the tact of Barney Fife and the size of old King Kong
He let me know that I had done what he considered wrong.
"You sped,” he said. “Right through my beat, a thing I don't allow.
You could have killed that poor goat’s kid or Farmer Elmer's cow!
His voice was mean and he seemed real mad when he looked at me and said:
“This ain't no doggone jet runway or NASA launching pad.”
I smiled at that analogy which was a huge mistake.
“You think something's funny, boy? I hope not for your sake.
Because I just won't tolerate a smart ass in my town.”
I told him I was sorry which seemed to calm him down.
Then he gave me a ticket and I gave him my cash.
Now maybe he can renovate his ‘47 Nash
Which had the dark blue word: POLICE painted on the door
Although the "L” was faded and the "E” was there no more.
His business done, he let me go. There's little left to say.
So I hopped back on my bicycle and SLOWLY rode away.
(Repeat Chorus)
I have the tune that goes with these words but I don't have a Youtube channel to share it so use your imagination or create your own version.
I hope this inspires some smiles and maybe a moment of joy during the absolute EVIL of t-Rump’$ cabal of horror.
Tomorrow, back to the sad, tragic facts of “reality."
We MUST win this WAR!)
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