#78. The Mace Moron

My second and likely final parody of Representative Nancy Mace (R-SC).  The first one was called "Mace Moron."  So obviously this one is entitled "The Mace Moron."  Hey, it's all about the subtle distinctions.

Dedicated to deceased actress Dana Plato.  The rationale will be revealed shortly.

The Mace Moron
sonofsaf

Well they say she’s fucked up
Got no sense of pride
Played her part with the news fake
Add a shot of homeliness and that ain’t all
Here she is on the take
Now, she might complain and probably’s a retard
Goes to work at a shopping mall
The Jewish lasers will return tomorrow
And we’ll have wildfires for all

Nancy Mace moron
She’s a Trump dog who will play fetch
Doesn’t matter how many have died
Her thoughts are cold and whack
She’s gonna cast a pall
Second Amendment gunnin’
Aborted fetus at the wake
Lord Jesus and country for goodness sake
And the Trumper loses all

Nancy undeserving of
Pelosi rejectin’
She has the first same name as me
Now when you riot and start an insurrection
And findin' that you're gonna be
The right wing’s playin’ the part
That Tuesday there was a presidential race
The voters now blame Donald Trumper
And he finished in second place

Nancy Mace moron
She’s a Trump dog who will play fetch
Doesn’t matter how many have died
Her thoughts are cold and whack
She’s gonna cast a pall
Second Amendment gunnin’
Aborted fetus at the wake
Lord Jesus and country for goodness sake
And the Trumper loses all

George Jones
The Race Is On

I feel tears wellin' up
Cold and deep inside
Like my heart's sprung a big break
And a stab of loneliness sharp and painful
That I may never shake
Now, you might say that I was takin' it hard
Since you wrote me off with a call
But don't you wager that I'll hide the sorrow
When I may break right down and bawl

Now the race is on
And here comes pride up the backstretch
Heartaches are goin' to the inside
My tears are holdin' back
They're tryin' not to fall
My heart's out of the runnin'
True love's scratched for another's sake
The race is on and it looks like heartache
And the winner loses all

One day I ventured in love
Never once suspectin'
What the final result would be
How I lived in fear of wakin' up each mornin'
And findin' that you're gone from me
There's ache and pain in my heart
For today was the one I hated to face
Somebody new came up to win her
And I came out in second place

Now the race is on
And here comes pride up the backstretch
Heartaches are goin' to the inside
My tears are holdin' back
They're tryin' not to fall
My heart's out of the runnin'
True love's scratched for another's sake
The race is on and it looks like heartaches
And the winner loses all

 

I saw George Jones perform only once.  It was at Jamboree in the Hills (Morristown, Ohio) in the mid 2000's.  But what's cool is that I watched him perform from the scaffolding directly above/behind the stage.  What really caught my eye was the enormous font size of the scrolling lyrics on his teleprompter.  Larger than a Trump rally. 

This was back in my limo days when I drove around miscellaneous country music B-grade superheroes.  Difficult to put it in a real-world perspective.  Maybe picture yourself hangin' out with Dana Plato, sharing a pinner doobie, drinking a tepid Bud Light, at a mutual friend's apartment, in a post-Different Strokes world.

This one time I was sharing sme observations about venue safety and acts of asymmetric terrorism with Lee Greenwood.  Little did I know, that 10 years later, his most recognizable song... would perpetually nauseate me on a weekly basis for 5 long years.  Hint: it was the Orange Prolapse's exclusive stage intro music at. Every. Single. Rally.

Please do not share this information with Nancy Mace (R-SC), former President Donald J. Trump, and/or relatives of the late George Jones.  Same logic would apply to Dana Plato and Lee Greenwood.  Even though she passed away over 20 years ago (OUCH to the ME), I really like the idea of those two in a deeply committed relationship.