2016 is not the first October surprise from these republicans. Reagan had his October surprise in which he committed treason against his own country to win the 1980 election , by secretly colluding with Americas sworn enemy Iran and the Ayatollah Khomeini to hold 52 US prisoners till after the US election to make President Carter look ineffective and weak and sway the election results.

Quote from Bani-Sadr first President of the Republic of Iran , 1979. "Ayatollah Khomeini and Ronald Reagan had organized a clandestine negotiation, later known as the “October Surprise,” which prevented the attempts by myself and then-US President Jimmy Carter to free the hostages before the 1980 US presidential election took place. The fact that they were not released tipped the results of the election in favor of Reagan."

"Two of my advisors, Hussein Navab Safavi and Sadr-al-Hefazi, were executed by Khomeini’s regime because they had become aware of this secret relationship between Khomeini, his son Ahmad, the Islamic Republican Party, and the Reagan administration."

http://www.csmonitor.com/Commentary/Global-Viewpoint/2013/0305/Argo-help...

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sjsilverman 1 year 36 weeks ago
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DONALD TRUMP: WHAT’S NOT TO LIKE?

Making America Grate Again

“When as in Pence-ive mood I lie,

And think of other fish to fry,

My head with airy nothing fills,

And dances with the Daffydills.”

--The Daffydills, W.W. Redux,

THE PRESUMPTIOUS CANDIDATE

“If He Only Had A Brain”

Does it matter his hands are so small?

That his slanders and plain lies appall?

Should we care he’s a boor

With a hemorrhoid’s allure?

And his cohorts cry, “No! Not at all!”

THE TAFFETA TRUMP

Still, without a clear theory of mind,

The Republican sport’s in a bind.

He sees other people

As dogs do a steeple,

Just a hydrant too far for his kind.

ODE TO A PLATYPUSS

Jurassic Donald, hair and palm well-greased,

Allowed his Christmas’ list to be released

Wherein he wished all who wished him well peace,

But those who dared pick at his golden fleece

Brimstone and ashes, for the very least.

And thereupon his pumpkin face was creased.

A gelid smile broke out, as when a failing feast

Reverses course to bubble up like yeast,

Or grain’s disgorged by liberated geese,

Or hordes repeal a slumlord’s septic lease.

The Donald, heated, taps his swollen spleen,

Going from moldy orange to bile green

A QUESTION OF CLASS

In the heat of the fray, Donald Trump,

Who called Rosie a slob and a frump,

Turned from mere polliwog

Into virulent frog

Oozing toxins from high on a stump.

INCONCLUSIVE CONCLUSION

Much too full of himself to admit

That he hasn’t a clue when to quit,

Still his ham actor take

On her long bathroom break

Proves him, in the end, full of…it.

DONALD DUCKS THE QUESTION

By “wherever,” he said, he meant, “nose,”

When the hormonal question arose,

He just couldn’t be rude,

Or so vulgar, or lewd,

As to hint at her menstrual flows.

LOOSE AS A GOOSE

So, he’d never “mock the disabled,”

And therefore the charge should be tabled,

Along with reporters,

Those sad last resorters,

And the papers by which they’re enabled.

TREXIT, ANYONE?

"If the Pound takes a hit...well, that's sad

For the duffers and grounds men in plaid,

But my course in the rough

Will do well off that stuff."

"And the people who suffer?" "Too bad."

HUMPTY TRUMPTY

He’s got I-bars and bricks to install

In his ‘Keep-`em-out’ Mexican wall,

He’s got shingles and lead,

But it’s all in his head,

So the loony-bin wagon’s on call.

ANCHOR BABY?

He said it was just a suggestion

To profile and vet by complexion,

Unlike Mama Trump

With her Scots’ baby bump

Whose status was never in question.

SEMBLANCES

Like a gangbanger caught on the fly,

Or a sneak thief doubling-down on a lie,

He’s full of excuses

For all his abuses

While he looks the abused in the eye.

THE DONALD ISSUES AN

APOLOGY-CUM-EXPLANATION-CUM-CLARIFICATION

IN THE MANNER OF MCGONAGALL

“Those who know me know I would not dare ever

Refer thoughtlessly about a lady’s wherever,

In the sense, that is, of thoughtless disparagement

Of her lady parts, which are in marriage meant

To solace and give comfort to her wedded spouse

Because to do otherwise would label the speaker a louse.

So, Megyn, these words are meant only to assure you

I really respect and would under no circumstances abjure you.

It’s just that as a male God gave me dominion

Over you, and that’s not just my opinion.

The Church Fathers, after all, noted that Adam had rule

Over Eve, and anyone who doesn’t believe it is not cool.

So, I hope I’ve made it clear and you’ll harbor no animosity,

And try to tampon down some of your female ferocity.”

AN INVIDIOUS COMPARISON

As The Donald is sounding his horn,

And subjecting his party to scorn,

In the east, al-Assad,

And Isis play god,

The jihadis of carnage and porn.

THE TRUMP OF DOOM

Now The Donald will go them one more:

Like the old gods, he’s gung-ho on war.

He’d search out and destroy

From Beirut to Amboy,

And by doing so even the score.

THE PEROXIDE PUNDIT

In his lunatic brain, The Great Trump

Thinks, “If you disagree, you’re a chump.”

“No stare decisis

“When dealing with Isis!”

And the suckers keep priming his pump!

THE BANKRUPT

But rants tend to fade out or abort,

Which has hampered The Donald in Court

Where each trumpery brief

Gets no sort of relief

And his dixit’s cut woefully short.

THE FATHER OF LIES

It’s not rare that when something’s a fake,

Say, a cheap imitation of snake,

Trumpery’s on the bill

With both swindler and shill.

(Link to reprobate, con man, and rake.)

THE TRUMP SINKHOLE

Some deny that the Donald's a troll,

Or a sniff-about tax-dodging mole,

Merely hungry for cash,

And a chance to talk trash

Climbing into or out of his hole.

DEALING WITH THE DEALER

Alas, Trump in his “businessman” mode,

Getting rid of an overripe load,

Is careful to place

The turds in each case

On the customer’s side of the road.

DONALD’S ASCENT

Not like a Gemini rocket

breaking through cloud cover

to soar into the velveteen sky,

not like an arrow launched

from a steel-strung bow by a

warrior hot on the hunt,

not like a hero or heroine pressed

into the fray by circumstance who

wins through to painful victory,

but like a balloon, overburdened

by hot air, escaping the will and hand

of a fretful child who watches it sail away

WHEN HE’S FIRED (UP)

Being challenged and, thereby, displeased,

The Donald discordantly wheezed

His lies out of tune,

And over the moon,

An old trumpet whose brass is diseased.

STARBUCKS MELODY

Still, The Donald is surely the cream

On the latte of maybe and seem,

And will sing any tune

To inflate the balloon

On which he’s suspended his dream.

THE MUSICAL TRUMP*

With a horn unencumbered of mute,

The Donald is forte on toot.

His bass is sublime

As he farts marking time.

When he tinkles to end, he’s a flute.

*trump, my brother-in-law informs

me, in the U.K. is slang for “fart”

AND SPEAKING OF…

He’s a businessman versed in the arts,

And a melter of feminine hearts.

The Trump has no rival,

His words are archival,

And the universe rings when he farts.

JERSEY CITY BLUES

With his grip of what is on the wane,

Mr. Trump is convinced it's all gain

As he goes round the bend

Hell-bent to the end,

A caboose in pursuit of its train.

TWEETY PIE’S TWEETS

The garbage mouth's not so much bitter

As not in control of his shitter,

Which voids through his mouth--

Up, down, north and south--

Then purges the leavings on Twitter.

JURASSIC SQUAWK

So let us praise The Donald, T. rump*,

Evolution’s strange retrograde bump.

We’d thought such extinct,

But our DNA blinked,

And a birdbrain crept out of the dump.

*Tyrannosaurus rump

CODA 1
BEYOND THE PALIN

The Ice Queen Cometh

The clatter of a rotor broke the stillness of the ice
Where Sarah Barracuda had a wolf pack in her sights.

The leader, whom she gut shot, lay bleeding on the ice
While Wasilla's mighty hunter read the predator his rights.

A terror when she fishes, digging through the Arctic ice,
She governed like a pit bull (roughly seven hundred nights):

Now she tells you she's no quitter in a voice that shatters ice.
When she winks, a steely glitter shows she’s sighted in the heights.

She was only warming up some flinty southern ice
When she ran with John McCain and unfurled the northern lights.

These days, she’s playing bulldog wearing lipstick bright as ice,

In service to a blunderbuss who deals in slurs and slights.

To dismiss her with contempt might be skating on thin ice--

She's the answer to their prayers say the party's troglodytes.

In her coy bolero jacket streaked with artificial ice,

Sarah smiled and pussy-footed a maze of hazy mights.

Clad in glitter and kiss-kissy for her slide across the ice,

Sarah puffed out adulation to endorse The Donald’s spites,

And the crowd, not much warmer than a herring on dry ice
Saw, beneath the froth and glitz, how the barracuda bites.

CODA 2

HIS ATHLETIC SUPPORTERS

With their malcontent leading the charge,

And the Tea Party hauling his barge,

They couldn’t care less

For the debt-ridden mess

He’d bequeath to the public at large.

CODA 3

FOLLOWING THE LEADER

Those pudding eyes shifting and misty,

That cookie dough sibling of twisty,

The pup brought to heel

By the art of the deal--

Oh, pity, dare pity, Chris Christie.

CODA 4

PLUMBING THE DEPTHS

In the realm of things misbegotten,

There’s Trump linking up with Tom Cotton,

The lunatic fraud

With Arkansas’ bawd—

The smell isn’t rank, it’s plain rotten.

CODA 5

STRIKING OUT

AT THE CONVENTION

What was that? Just a tongue-in-cheek fling.

You’ve been watching The Donald play king.

He bamboozled his kids,

Put the Right on the skids…

And so Christie and Pence kiss the ring.

CODA 6

WHAT AILES TRUMP

The husband times three now has wed

Roger Ailes, from whom women have fled,

Who agree that his touch

Was too often too much—

But he offers The Donald good head.

CODA 7

“O, THAT WAY MADNESS LIES”

Oh, if only this show were the end,

We could smile as the loonies descend,

But I fear more’s to come

As the star stumblebum

Makes his way inch-by-inch round the bend.

EPILOGUE

THE ANUS-THAT-WALKS-LIKE-A-MAN

Ave atque vale this past year’s also-ran,

Who left his mark each time he hit the fan.

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zapdam. 1 year 36 weeks ago
#2

sjsilverman

My friend your comment is just brilliant, a masterpiece. One of the most creative and interesting in months. Please repost this as a stand alone here on Thom's site..

Legend 1 year 36 weeks ago
#3

Ronald Reagan, the Republican God, was infact a lowly traitor that should have gone to jail.

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zapdam. 1 year 36 weeks ago
#4

Legend

As you know the whole Reagan administration, especially Reagan, were corrupt to the core.

"By the end of his term, 138 Reagan administration officials had been convicted, had been indicted, or had been the subject of official investigations for official misconduct and/or criminal violations. In terms of number of officials involved, the record of his administration was the worst ever."

http://www.liberalslikechrist.org/+Reasonable/Reagan.html

http://mostcorrupt.com/Most-Corrupt-Administrations.html

Legend 1 year 36 weeks ago
#5

Yet, Hillary's emails are a "criminal offense" to Republicans.

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zapdam. 1 year 35 weeks ago
#6

Quite interesting the Comey has now two days before election day, come clean and told the American voter that there is no news on Hillary's emails and that letter he wrote the republicans in congress 13 days or so ago ,wasn't worth the paper it was written on. Comey was no doubt successful though, as a right wing subversive who derailied Hillary's campaign with false innuendo, insuring that even if she wins the presidency, his interference has assured that the liberals will be hog tied by a do nothing republican obstructionist government. Which of course was always 'plan B' as spelled out by their rich establishment overlords, thus making the wish of the people ineffective, assuring the wealthy can continue plunder American society with no governmental restraints and of course pay no taxes.

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