Trump can’t get any GOOD lawyers, because he never pays his BAD lawyers and keeps throwing temper tantrums!
What are so many lawyers refusing to work for Trump! Maybe its The MAGA (Make Attorneys Get Attorneys)!
Trump throws TANTRUM! Why would Trump claim those papers as “MINE! MINE! MINE!” If he was not throwing a tantrum?
Why not? Yet TRUMP SPEWS ON …
SPEW! (Look it up.). TRUMP SPEWS! TRUMP SPEWS LIES!
Who listens to Pence anymore? RepuKKKelicker nor Democrat? NOBODY pays any attention to anything Pence says, simply because Pence is a DIPSHIT!
INTELLIGENT LEVEL-HEADED COMMON-SENSE PEOPLE NEED TO TELL THESE ASSHOLES TO GO AWAY!
GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS COUNTRY IF THEY DON’T LIKE IT!
FUCK OFF and DIE! (That includes Trump and his Turds!)
Here’s a version of a famous Southern song, with TRUTHIER lyrics than ever before:
TRUMP (and recently his personal lawyer, Rudy Giuliani) WENT DOWN TO GEORGIA
The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin’ for SOME VOTES to steal
He was in a bind ’cause he was way behind
And he was willin’ to make a deal
When he CAUGHT BRAD RAFFENSBERGER FIDDLEN’; WITH THE VOTER COUNT
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, “boy, let me tell you what” I WANT!
“I guess you didn’t know it but I’m a REPUBLICUNT LIKE YOU.
And if you’d care to take a dare, I’ll make a bet with you (Cuz I only need ELEVEN THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED EIGHTY VOTES)
Now you FIDDLE THOSE VOTES PRETTY GOOD, OLD boy
But give the devil his due
I’ll bet a PILE of gold against your soul
‘Cause I KNOW I’m better than you”. (I’M BETTER THAN EVERYONE! Well, except Vlad and Kim and …)
The boy said, “my name is BRADFORD RAFFENSBERGER and it AIN’T NOT a sin
I’ll NOT take your bet, THAT you’re gonna regret
‘Cause I’m the best there’s ever been”
BRADFORD, KEEP THAT VOTE COUNT TRUE
‘Cause Hell’s broke loose in Georgia, and the devil GETS HIS DUE!
And if you win, you get NOTHIN’, YOU DUMBASS REPUKE ASSHOLE
But if you lose, I (the devil) GET your soul (and ELEVEN THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED AND EIGHTY VOTES)
The devil opened up his case and he said, “I’ll start this NICE AND SLOW
And fire flew from his fingertips as he STARTED UP HIS BLOW!
HE SPOKE HIS BULL AND HIS BLOW
And it made a evil hiss
Then a band of demons (NAME GIULIANI) joined in
And it sounded something like this
(Non-musical refrain. Actually and evil sounding clash of noises.)
When the devil finished BRADFORD said, “well, you’re pretty good, ol’ son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it’s done”
“LYIN’ AIN’T A GOOD EXCUSE
BUT THAT’S ALL YOU GOT
PICKEN’ YOUR NOSE WITH A RUBBER HOSE
ALL YOU GET IS RUNNY SNOT!”
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat
BUT he KEPT ON LYIN; RIGHT ON LYIN’, NOT MISSING A SINGLE TWEET
BRADFORD said, “Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a bitch, I’m the best that’s ever been”
He played “LYIN’ AIN’T A GOOD EXCUSE! YOU SOM-BITCH SON OF A GUN!
The devil’s in the House of the Rising Sun
AND PICKEN YOUR NOSE WITH A RUBBER HOSE
WILL ONLY GET YOU MORE OF YOUR SNOT!”
(AND THAT”S ALL YOU GOT!)