A Florida newspaper apologized for running so many anti-Trump stories, blaming Hillary Clinton for being “bland on the campaign trail”.
Bland by today’s standards, but those bobblehead and marionette routines would’ve killed in Vaudeville.
A Florida newspaper apologized for running so many anti-Trump stories, blaming Hillary Clinton for being “bland on the campaign trail”.
Bland by today’s standards, but those bobblehead and marionette routines would’ve killed in Vaudeville.
Well, a walking, talking candidate is more interesting than a sack of potatoes being thrown into the side of a van.
There are none so bland as they who will not CBS.
Well there is something to this Banality of Evil vibe Hillary gives off.
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Well, her reign exploded with a mighty crash
As she fell into a van
And the first Clinton impeached said to the second
‘I hope you have a plan!’
Bland Wanna Run . .
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“One Way Or Another”
– Blandie
I Don’t Want No Woman
I don’t want no woman telling me what to do
I don’t want no woman telling me what to do
Well, I’m grown now, darling, just as grown as you
I don’t want no woman telling me this and that
No, I don’t want no woman telling me this and that
Yes, it makes me mad, darling, and I don’t go for that
You drink your whiskey, I’ll drink my wine
You tend to your business and I’ll tend to mine
I don’t want no woman, telling me how to live my life
Yes, I’m gonna leave you darling, ’cause I don’t want Bill Clinton’s wife
You used to boss your man, that I can’t deny
Before I let you boss me, I lay down and die
I don’t want no woman telling me how to live my life
Yes, I’m gonna leave you darling, ’cause I don’t want Bill Clinton’s wife, oh yeah
Bobby Blue Bland
It was thirty years ago today
Sargent Shriver taught them ‘pay-to-play’
They’ve been going in and out of synch
But they’re guaranteed to raise a stink
So may I introduce to you
The act you’ve known for all these years —
Clinton Cronies’ a-la-carte Club Bland
What would you think
If I pulled off a coup
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me four years
And I’ll sling you more poo
And I’ll try not to sling Outlook keys.
Oh, I get By With a Little Help from Depends . . .
Picture yourself with a vote on her liver
With tangible teases of KGB spies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
The Three a.m. call you despise . . .
Newspapers, taxes, and fear on these shores
Waiting to take you to 270
Claim unto Beck with your head in the clouds
You’re not gone . . .
Loose Lips in the Skype With Demands . . .
She’s Getting Bitter All The Time . . .
Wednesday morning at five o’clock
as the day begins
Violently slamming her bedroom door
Believing the vote that she hoped would be more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen
Throwing her bedroom lamp
Impulsively throwing the nearest ashtray
Stepping aside Inauguration Day
She (we paid her most of our lives)
is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives)
Huma (we gave her everything money could buy)
She’s leaving Huma after living a coma for
so many years (bye bye)
For the benefit of Mrs. C.
There will be a show to see
On Tuesday night
The Andersons will all be there
Late as usual, and unfair; what a scene!
Olberman and whores, hope-and-changey guarders
Lastly through a hogshead of “You’re Fired!”
In this way Megyn K. will challenge the world!
They were talking – about emails between us all
And the people – who pride themselves upon The Wall – and illusion
Never glimpse the truth – Wednesday’s far too late – when they pass away
We were talking – about the trove we all could share – “when we find it”
To try our best to hold it here – with our trove
With our trove – We could slave the world – if they only knew . . .
I’ve got blisters on my finger-pointing!
What freedom owes the devil to the devil I’ll be due
I’ll walk right down to hell before I fall in love with you
-Cerys Matthews