Melbourne Mitch

I tried yesterday. Really, honestly, I tried to listen to the Donald's B-Team shyster squad present their defense in the impeachment trial. I think I lasted less than a minute during which I began counting the lies and lost interest after hearing a handful of whoppers. It just wears you out having to listen to a steady stream of fabrications, half-truths and baldfaced lies. Such is their mendacity that anyone with so much as a handful of functioning brain cells can quickly see right through the funky, chunky, nutty piles of pungent BS.

But there are some embrace this bovine fecal fest and with such zeal that they happily dive in headfirst, rolling around in the filth, kicking their little stubby legs for joy. Enter the bottom feeder reptile indigenous to the bluegrass state, the Walleyed Naugahyde-back  turtle, aka Mitch McConnell. As if turning the U.S. judiciary into the Augean stables weren't enough - no, when you have the power to trash and sully one branch of the U.S. government, why stop there?

Better to try to go for the trifecta: prop up the crotch grabber-in-chief by shamelessly pandering to his every impulse, however damaging to the public good. Executive branch, check. Next turn what was once considered the world's greatest deliberative body into a kangaroo court, denying any semblance of a fair just proceeding during the impeachment trial of the Donald. Legislative branch, check and G'day, mate!

Gotta give Melbourne Mitch, props though. He has shown great solidarity for the suffering, smoldering marsupials Down Under by stocking the Senate with the same. News reports said that nearly one billion such animals died while the Outback transformed into a continental inferno. Not to worry. Thanks to Melbourne Mitch, there will always be plenty of 'Roos thriving on Capitol Hill, bouncing from one session of institutional take down to the next, leaving democratic devastation in their wake.

What are the natural predators of Republi-roos? Demo-dingoes.

Demo-dingoes ate my baby (Trump).