This is nothing more than a basket of gleeful, surgical giveaways to big-dollar Republican donors. We need to expose, at every opportunity, that we’re watching. We need to make it clear that we will remember this in 2018 and 2020.
When you are at an event or meeting with your member of Congress, protect yourself against misinformation spouted by right-wingers who feel compelled to pretend they care about making sure that Americans get the health care we need.
Trump is in the White House in large part because of the establishment’s failures over the past decades. Progressives need to advance a concrete agenda, and that means taking on Democrats-in-Name-Only.
Waiting on Treasury Secretary Steven Mnuchin’s desk is Trump’s order instructing him to launch a review aimed at dismantling much of the financial regulation passed after Wall Street’s wilding blew up the economy.
A fellow got into a scrapWith a gal who gave him a slap.She hit his shocked faceThen sprayed him with mace.When he graced her backside tap, tap, tap..A woman decided to scrapA guy she couldn’t entrapShe grabbed up her ringsAmong other thingsWhile the guy took an afternoon nap..When the gal decided to scrapThe guy who was taking a nap.She packed up her thingsAnd then took to wingsAnd thought, “Finally I’m out of the trap.”.A woman was dating three guysShe selected the one with blue eyes.He lived in SumatraAnd just like SinatraA wink always won him the prize..A fellow was out with the guysChasing gals and the ultimate prize.He approached a fair maidenWith hopes to get laid inAn hour or two he’d surmise..A gal was just one of the guysWith burger she had her french fries.She downed them with beerAnd said with a sneerComplain and you’ll meet your demise..A fellow was taking a breakAfter swimming in a frozen lakeHe swam in the nudeWhen a woman said “Dude,You can’t rock ‘n roll when you shake ‘n quake.”.A woman at last caught a breakAfter being many hours awakeShe took a quick napOn a lucky guy’s lapWho tried to partake till she said “go pound cake.”.A woman would frequently pickEvery Tom, Harry and DickWith the three in the car.She soon went too farSaying “this is what makes my life tick..A woman was trying to pickAmong Tom, Harry and Dick.She went of a tearAnd had an affairWith all saying “this is my shtick.”.A woman was trying to pickThe guys who make her life tick.They were all very niceTo her life added spice.She decided she wouldn’t pick quick..A woman was trying to pickFrozen yogurt on a stick to lick.The flavor she likedWas was thoroughly spikedWith rum that gave a quick kick..A woman was trying to pickAmong guys with whom she could clickShe chose a big fellowWho made her life mellowBut alas was a slippery Dick..A gal tied her hair in a bowThat covered her bod head to toe.It was really quite pleasingExcept when she’s sneezingIt reveals hers charms down below..A gal tied her hair in a bowThat would hurt making love to a beauOne said “It’s annoying”When my toy I’m deploying.”
“It’s better down there when you mow.”.A fellow who’d once been the beauOf a princess was told to go blow.He went into a funkTill his head he would dunkIn a barrel of Remy Cointreau..So what’s wrong with fooling around.It can help you to get unwound.But this doc went too farWith a nurse in ORAnd what happened next would astound..The appendix this doc couldn’t find.It appears the nurse blew his mind.So he pulled up his britchesAnd sewed up the stitchesAnd left the appendage behind..A woman appeared unawareOf a guy who sat in a chairHe sat down beside herShe thought woe betide herAnd agreed to a secret affair..My wife disappeared-don’t know whereShe went shopping to buy sexy wearShe got lost in a mallA cavernous sprawl.Missing Persons gave up in despair..She would never buy ready to wear.In hot embrace they’d easily tear.Though nude might be crudeShe didn’t need moodAnd Claire’s dude was ready for bear..While shopping for fantasy wearClaire’s mind was caught in a snare.Costly clothes were all lewdShe looked good in the nude.So the guys better like her bare pair..A fellow announced “we are done”
“Playing games in the hay isn’t fun.No need to be wedLet’s jump into bedBut I’ll read you no poem by John Donne.”.A woman was feeling undoneWhen her beau said “you’re no longer fun.We’re not in grade schoolLet’s strip in the poolAnd make love ‘neath the midnight sun..A woman was feeling undoneWhen she stripped in the pool to have fun.There was a cold breezeSo she started to sneezeSaying “make it a really quick one.”.Wendi went head over buttFor a guy with a famed British strut.He was Minister PrimeWho had a great timeTaking Deng from a rut, so tut tut..It was all lovey dovey for sureFor Wendi the Brit had the cure.They rolled in the hayOn many a dayWith allure she gave Tony the tour..Her body of such fine designGave the Brit a jolly old time.He was great in the bedSo she took him and saidI’ll unwed for a time so sublime..With Murdoch she could not endureA life so starkly obscure.To Tony she wentTold Rupert get bentI’m having a marriage detour.A fellow announced “we are done”
“Playing games in the hay isn’t fun.No need to be wedLet’s jump into bedBut I’ll read you no poem by John Donne.”
John Donne, one of the most famous Metaphysical Poets. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
.A woman was feeling undoneWhen her beau said “you’re no longer fun.We’re not in grade schoolLet’s strip in the poolAnd make love ‘neath the midnight sun..A woman was feeling undoneWhen she stripped in the pool to have fun.There was a cold breezeSo she started to sneezeSaying “make it a really fast one.”.Obama’s a son of a gunPreaching hope in the president’s run.He told many liesNow to no one’s surpriseThe hope was a tall tale he’d spun..Feinstein says don’t spy on meSo goes the lady’s perverse decree.It’s only okay to spy on you.Need to know what you’re up to.But spying on me, that’s a felony..A woman worked hard to designA plan for a guy she’d entwineIn matrimonial blissSo she gave him a kissThen soon on a bed she’d recline..A man who taught graphic designOnce took a smart student to dine.He showed her his workShe thought “such a jerk”But she had a good time on Rhine wine.
On the quest to try new wine (Photo credit: eston)
.Stayed up till three playing cardsHad far fewer wins than discardsEnjoyed a good drinkWhile I stayed in the pinkSo late in the morn’ here’s regards..The drink you’ve guessed was not punchAfter a few came the crunchYou may think it was HellBut I slept real wellNow I’m ready for breakfast and lunch..A woman whose life was fast-pacedOften her car keys misplaced.She frowned and she frettedThrough sweater she sweatedAs often to the office she raced..A woman whose life was fast-pacedWas chaste though she often was chased.One night on a benderShe’d finally surrender.Of the good life she’d had a foretaste..The woman whose life was fast-pacedHer old ways she’d finally displaced.She soon took to beddingWithout ever frettingAs guy after guy she replaced..A fellow who frequently pacedWas upset since he was replacedBy a new guy in townAnd so he would frown
“I’m in no mood now to be chaste.”.A fellow who frequently pacedSoon found his life was debasedFor a girl he went shoppingSo he started bar hoppingGot drunk and he stripped ‘neath the waist..A fellow was working with pasteThat he knew to be rye whiskey based.He’d baste beef while roastingThen tasting and toastingTill his brain he’d completely erased.A gal heard a rather loud knockShe was sleeping and woke up in shock.The guy at the doorWas drunk wanting moreAs he stumbled around the wrong block. .A fellow would frequently knockOn doors on any old blockThe neighbors all knewHe banged right on cue.As he binged day and night round the clock..The fellow who’d frequently knockFound a suite in the local cell block.He stayed there till mornAs neighbors would scorn.And when sober his actions they’d mock..The guy heard a rather loud knockOn the bars of his private cell block.It woke him in frightTo the cops great delight.The latch on the block they refused to unlock..So the guy who would frequently knock.Sat alone in his block round the clock.Till he sobered on dayAnd thought with dismayI’ve been acting for years like a schlock..But the guy in the block decided to stockA stash ‘neath the bed in his private cell block.He applied mighty torqueTill up popped the corkThen said as for me I’ll never dry dock..The tale of the guy who’d frequently knockEnds sadly for him on a far off dockHe washed up one dayIn a place far awayOn the shores of the city Bangkok..The guy who would frequently knockWoke in shock not wearing his frock.He was naked you seeOnly cloaked in debrisSo he hid in a tree with no smock..A fellow was warned in advanceBut decided to still take a chanceHe hit on a galIn a seedy locale.Sister Agnes looked at him askance..A woman refused an advanceFrom a guy at a neighborhood dance.
“That’d be the dayI ever will payAttention to a suave fancy pants.”.A gal got a tiny advanceFrom a boss who then took a chance.
“If to my place you’ll comeI will pay a tidy sum.For a night of thrilling romance.”.The gal with the tiny advance.Told her boss to shove his romance
“The money is spentSo you can get bent.And I have a new job in finance.”.A woman who’d suffered some blowsFrom a very long list of beaux,Took revenge on each suitorBy threatening to neuter.So each his love now bestows..A fellow who frequently blowsOff each gal whose charm she bestows.He’s no doubt a big loutFor each conquest he’d flout.Fell victim to the gals quid pro quos..A woman who finally went outAfter suffering a violent boutWith a husband who beat her,A mean GOP’erWho’s now running for Senate, the lout..Clinton One we’ve come to rue.Will we also Clinton Two?Hillary’s marching behindRight wing hubby, we remind.For both the safety net will undo..
Stop telling me what I should do
To get rid of this horrible fluI tried some cheap scotchGot a blotch on my crotchAnd my head feels like slumgullion stew..Stop telling me what I should doWhen really you don’t have a clue.Of the trouble I’m in‘Cause there’s no way I win.Knocked up two with only one screw..A woman at last got her dueAfter lining up guys in a queueIt was done on a dareBut she got quite a scareGetting caught on a wooden church pew..A woman asked, “What shall I do?…I’ve just drunk my thirty first brew.I’m feeling quite drawnBut the ship sails at dawnAnd I promised I’d screw half the crew..A woman asked, “What shall I do?”…Had a night I’m starting to rue.The guys were just fineI do mean all nineBut for long I can’t bid them adieu.”