Yesterday, the Orange Prolapse tried to clean up his running mate's comments about "childless cat ladies" and how women who don't have children are more likely to be sociopaths.
“I think a lot of people like family. And sometimes it doesn't work out. And you know why … you don't meet the right person or you don't meet any person, but you're just as good — in many cases … a lot better than a person that's in a family situation.” --- DJT
Seriously, if you have to rely on The Donald to deliver up the empathy... well, let's just say you're operating on increasingly shaky ground.
And speaking of shit, the Orange Prolapse is in Chicago today for a "panel discussion" with the NABJ (National Association of Black Journalists).
I'm anticipating a serious conversation about just how much Donald truly loves the African American community... and Kentucky Fried Chicken. Extra Crispy.
Mike Pence seems more like an Original Recipe kinda guy.
The V.P. Vance
sonofsaf
J.D. Vance he will fuck you
Him and Trump are so unkind
‘Cause Senator Vance has a Trump romance
Hell, they’re both outta line
Hey, Jared Kushner's a damn Jew
Ivanka’s too she doesn’t mind
And Melania’s a slutty cunt of a girl
Stop the steal Trump doesn’t mind
He’s J.D. Vance
(Vance!)
Job to blow from a dumb Jew
Ivanka’s cunt is very dry
And the Orange Prolapse meat is a colonic treat
And he’ll fuck you with a treasonous lie
Gay, J.D. Vance is a cunt too
Stormy D., has tits that thrill
And Trump’s so fuckin’ lewd, a big fat fuckin’ dude
And his ass will take a dildo still
So gay, J.D. Vance, J.D. Vance
Forty-five is on a roll
J.D. Vance, J.D. Vance
An atheist has got no soul
J.D. Vance, J.D. Vance
Donald Trump has very small hands
J.D. Vance, J.D. Vance
Donald had a stormy romance
J.D. Vance
From hell, it’s J.D. Vance
BeBest, it’s J.D. Vance
J.D. Vance he will fuck you
Toilet stall his wife ain’t fine
Not strong full of bullshit, always full of bullshit
Donald Trump won’t drink Bud Light
He’s gay, J.D. Vance he will fuck you
Him and Trump are so unkind
Because Senator Vance has a Trump romance
Hell, they’re both outta line
He’s gay, J.D. Vance, J.D. Vance
Forty-five is on a roll
J.D. Vance, J.D. Vance
An atheist has got no soul
J.D. Vance, J.D. Vance
Donald Trump has very small hands
J.D. Vance, J.D. Vance
Donald had a stormy romance
From hell, it’s J.D. Vance
BeBest, it’s J.D. Vance
From hell, it’s J.D. Vance
From hell, it’s J.D. Vance
BeBest, it’s J.D. Vance
Oh, it’s J.D. Vance, meh
Hell, it’s James David Vance
He’s James David Vance
Hell, it’s James David Vance
Oh, he’s the V.P. Vance
Oh, he’s the V.P. Vance
Oh, he’s the V.P. Vance
The Safety Dance
Men Without Hats
We can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well, they're no friends of mine
Say, we can go where we want to
A place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the real one far behind
And we can dance
(Dancé!)
We can go when we want to
The night is young and so am I
And we can dress real neat from our hats to our feet
And surprise 'em with the victory cry
Say, we can act if we want to
If we don't, nobody will
And you can act real rude and totally removed
And I can act like an imbecile
And say, we can dance, we can dance
Everything's out of control
We can dance, we can dance
They're doing it from pole to pole
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody look at your hands
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody's taking the chance
Safety dance
Oh well, the safety dance
Ah yes, the safety dance
We can dance if we want to
We've got all your life and mine
As long as we abuse it, never gonna lose it
Everything'll work out right
I say, we can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
Because your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well, they're no friends of mine
I say, we can dance, we can dance
Everything's out of control
We can dance, we can dance
We're doing it from pole to pole
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody look at your hands
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody's taking the chance
Oh well, the safety dance
Ah yes, the safety dance
Oh well, the safety dance
Oh well, the safety dance
Oh yes, the safety dance
Oh, the safety dance, yeah
Well, it's the safety dance
It's the safety dance
Well, it's the safety dance
Oh, it's the safety dance
Oh, it's the safety dance
Oh, it's the safety dance
This parody has merit. Perhaps I'll go back and tighten it up. In the meantime, I'm working on a challenging parody that will one day be deemed as "epic." Terrapin Station. Probably finish it this afternoon.
Men Without Hats have safely danced in the Burgh a grand total of 3 times (1983 - Heaven, 2017 - Diesel, 2023 - Hartwood Acres). Never seen 'em.