#303. Noem

Alright!  One more Kristi Noem parody and I'll lay off for a while.  

In my admittedly bizarro dream world, I like the idea of Kristi Noem receiving a coveted presidential endorsement from the Orange Prolapse.  Governor Gnome has my complete and total endorsement!

Like Dave Matthews says... one more drink and I'll move on.

 

Noem
sonofsaf

I'm caring to fight for the right,
A part of disdain.
We’re gonna have to spill the blood
And kneeling’s not an anthem when they sing.
And the gain of weight’s a signal to abstain.

Well I'm Kristi Noem,
Back to the comfort of my thong,
It’s where blood comes from my rectum for you to see.
My colitis from.
No, wish I was born with a dong.
I won’t neglect the Trump minority.
But the politics of race must be getting sold,
So I'm Kristi Noem.
Well I'm Kristi Noem.

My panties taste like fishmonger, in dreams,
And an aquarium too.
Didn’t serve in Afghanistan or Proud Boys too.
Buried their remains too.
Damn sure I know why.
Donald Trump perpetuates that big ‘ol lie.

So I'm Kristi Noem,
Back to the comfort of my thong,
It’s where blood comes from my rectum for you to see.
My colitis from.
No, wish I was born with a dong.
I won’t neglect the Trump minority.
But the politics of race must be getting sold,

It’s South Dakota hardcore,
All politics heed the call.
You gotta build a wall
Vacation debutante.
It’s South Dakota hardcore,
All politics heed the call.
You gotta build a wall, yeah.

Oh, well I'm Kristi Noem,
Back to the comfort of my thong,
It’s where blood comes from my rectum for you to see.
My colitis from.
No, wish I was born with a dong.
I won’t neglect the Trump minority.
But the politics of race must be getting sold.
I said the politics of race must be getting sold,
So I'm Kristi Noem.
I'm Kristi Noem.

Home
Daughtry

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.

Never seen Daughtry in concert.  No desire really.  Not a big fan of the American Idol concept that propelled him to stardom.  My preference is rock bands as opposed to singer standout entertainer types with their quirky, inspirational "stories" about overcoming hardship and being blessed by God.  

In fact, the entire notion of the rock'n'roll journey... from garage band, to local clubs, to being discovered, and hitting the smoke filled arena circuit... well, that shit don't exist no more.

Please do not share this information with Governor Kristi Noem (R-SD) and/or the "rock'n'roll evangelical types" (one of the more annoyingly peculiar subsets of the population.