DATELINE: Cliche Gone Bad
Is our long national nightmare now actually over? We have Biden our time for four years to have this moment in the sun. The odds are that Las Vegas has cast out the oddball.
The pandemic known as Trumporona Virus may go overseas, as he promises to leave the country. We aren’t sure what s-hole country will accept this refugee. They have laws too about unwanted immigrants and illegal thugs. We hope they have cages for his children.
Trump in defeat has turned the world of cliché expression on its sow’s ear. For every action, there is an inaction. A fool and his tax money will soon be joined in federal prison.
This worm has not turned. He won’t turn on a dime, and he remains the same every day the more things change. As usual, he never gets out of bed on the wrong side; every side is right, extreme right.
Trump’s knickers are never in a twist. The knickers belong to others that he twists, usually while some poor woman is wearing them.
He will not leave with his tail between his legs. His tale is between the history pages of the fall of the Roman Empire.
After chasing peaceful protesters with pitchforks and torches, they have turned the tables with mail-in ballots, hot off the press. Fill in the blank.
No cat has got his Twitter tongue. His tongue is still on Twitter, but likely not for long as a private citizen can be banished. His bite is worse than his bark. He can give you a pandemic with one big cough. That’s what he sneezes at his White House aides.
He can’t read between the lines because he can’t read.
Yes, Donald, it’s true: we are laughing at you, not with you.
Trump’s zebra stripes will never change because they will be part of his prison uniform.
When Trump counts to ten, he stops. And, we will not miss having Donald Trump to kick around.