A little different today – I find myself very irritated by Time’s latest super-fake Trump-bashing cover and it’s sneering headline. Let’s fix it.
Recaption the TIME Magazine “Crying Honduran Girl” Cover
A little different today – I find myself very irritated by Time’s latest super-fake Trump-bashing cover and it’s sneering headline. Let’s fix it.
Recaption the TIME Magazine “Crying Honduran Girl” Cover
Mister, I need some covfefe BAD!!
My mommy made me wear these stupid pink slippers!
I can’t access imao.us without seeing a stupid annoying pop-up!
The 2016 Presidential Race Captured in One Picture
Press Conference
Sorry, the liberals made me cancel Taco Tuesday.
Here’s a ticket to Honduras, come on back when you are old enough to clean my Hotel room.
Sorry, Hillary is still not going to be your President.
No Moon sign for you!
But don’t you want to be fostered with Harvey Weinstein?
Ok, ok OKAY! You’re not an illegal Alien but…well, you are an illegal Alien.
…but I’m not saying that.
Trump to girl: “Here’s a snickers bar….feel better”? Girl: “yes better”!….as she turns into a grown MS13 member.
Seen the meme, I wonder how we can post images here.
Here’s a link to it at Ace of Spades
http://ace.mu.nu/archives/trump%20-%20time%20cover%20parody.jpg
You can always email the image to me.
I’ve been known to post reader submissions from time to time.
Nice Maxine Waters impersonation, who else can you do?
Trump: Turning liberals into little girls and making them look small since 2016.
The incredible shrinking Democrat party.
Hey little girl your daddy is back home
why did you Mom take you all alone?
Oh, I know what she did desire,
But no asylum for a little crier.
The fact that it’s Bruce Springsteen is so much ICEing on the cake.
Tell me how gravy is good for you
Can it do to you the things that I do
Oh, no — it can’t get you hired
Oh, oh, Obama’s fired.
“I’d cry too if I had a criminal for a mommy.”
…”You must be a pollster”…
Did you see what that photographer for Time just did to me?
Little girl don’t cry
Little girl don’t cry
Little girl don’t cry
(Don’t you cry)
Little girl don’t cry
(Tell you why you shouldn’t cry)
Your Mom, she got caught
(My oh my)
this lesson will be taught
(so wave bye-bye.)
(Silly girl) Silly libs told your mom to come up
(Silly girl) Hoped enforcement was a bluff
(Silly girl) Then she found to her surprise
Americans have got wise.
Little girl don’t cry
(When you try)
Little girls who do try
(Who said we’ll let you bye?)
(Maybe) It looks cruel
(looks so cruel)
Baby, we’re no longer fools
(Illegal entry is not cool)
(Silly girl) Shame on you, your mama got caught
(Silly girl) Shame on you, her plans came to naught
(Silly girl) Shame on you, buying lib lies
Little girl don’t you cry.
Little girl don’t cry
(Don’t you cry)
Little girl don’t cry
(You lost, but nice try.)
Illegal Aliens don’t try
Illegal Aliens don’t try
Illegal Aliens don’t try
Illegal Aliens don’t try
Illegal Aliens don’t try
— Frankie Cali and Deport Seasons?
“…. I would’ve gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids and your dog.”
“You’ve got the same problem as Pelosi and Schumer…. you need to be changed.”
The Terror of Tiny Town
Soon your sugar-daddies will all be gone.
You’ll wake up some cold day and find you’re alone.
You’ll call to me but I’m gonna tell you: “Bye, bye, bye,”
When I turn around and walk away, you’ll cry, cry, cry,
The Democrat party (left) responds to latest statement by President Trump.
I had to do something with it. Eh.
http://www.nukingpolitics.com/2018/06/raging-bull.html
Get Off My Lawn
Yes, It really is all Red State, just like this cover.
“Plebeian, si, but not too plebeian…”
“Cry me a river, kid, and swim your butt back home.”
And then the screen door hit me where the Good Lord split me.
Hasta la vista ya big baby.
She stared at the Pres and said, “Nazi clause — why?”
“Why are you taking our free entry? Why?”
But, you know, that old Don was so smart and so slick,
He brought up the law, and he brought it up quick!
“Why, my sweet little tot,” the Pres said with pride,
“There’s plenty of heat, but no light on one side.”
“So I’m taking the law to my workshop, my dear.”
“I’ll fix it up there. Then I’ll bring it back here.”
Time is on my side, yes it is
Time is on my side, yes it is
Now I always say
I want something free
But I’ll come running back (I’ll use a baby)
I’ll come running back (like I’ve done so many times before)
I’ll come running back
Easily
Oh, Time is on my side, yes it is
Time is on my side, yes it is
You’re catching me sometimes
But just wait and see
I’ll come running back (I won’t have to worry no more)
I’ll come running back (spend the rest of my life with you, baby)
I’ll come running back, oh si.
Go ahead, go ahead I’ll light up the town
And baby, do everything my heart desires
Remember, I’ll always be around
And I know, I know
Like I told you so many times before
I’m gonna come back, baby
Cause I know
Your media’s gonna come back knocking
Yeah, knocking down the door
The Completed Wall Is Impervious to Migration…. Where’d you come from?
Kid: “Weeroy Jenkins!”
Remember The Alamo
Although libs bluff and they act like a clown
Beneath their masks they are wearing a frown
Their tears are falling like rain from the sky
Is it for her or themselves that they cry
Liberal losers
And they lost someone to vote for (D)
Liberal losers
And they’re not what they appear to be
Here are the directions to Nancy Pelosi’s house, don’t bother knocking, just go in. She loves unexpected guests.
“Well, the good news, kid, is that when you successfully crossed the border, you became a resident of a brand new country!
“The bad news is, that country was Mexico.”
Trump: “Truck or Tweet?”
Thanks For The Cookie. Where’s My Glass Of Milk?
You’re gonna cry for me, Aren’t Cha, Tina
“With so much winning, you got to expect a whole lot of losing. Get over yerself kid.”
“Face it kid, you F***ked up, you trusted the Liberals.”
Kid [blubbering}: “Y-You th-think it’s going to work?”
Time Editor: “Hey, it’s gotta work better than the truth!”
Democrats: ” . . . No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody’s part!”
Time [seriously]: “We’re just the guys to do it.”
The Sins of the Father . . .
“Red rover, red rover….”
Sorry, You’ve got to be 48″ tall to play the Border Wall Climb Game
D@mn… Just When the Nobel Peace Prize Was So Close….
STAMPEDE!
Note to self, make the space between the wall’s slats smaller.
Welcome To America…
…Mexico is Part of America.
Welcome To America…
…Amercia is Part of Mexico. There, fixed it for you.
Amercia? Google doesnt think so.
Oh the mother and child reunion
is only 20 days away…
I would not give you false hope…no
only tell you illegal entry does not play.
after the mother and child reunion
to Honduras be on your way…
Oh, media darling of mine
I can’t for the life of me
Remember a sadder fake
I know they say let it be
But it just don’t work out that way
And of course it’s a lie Time runs
Over and over again . . .
[Chorus: “I would not give you false hope . . .”]
Oh, little pawn of mine
I just can’t believe it’s faux
Though it seems strange to say
I never been portrayed so low
In such a hysterical way
And, of course, there’s Lifetime reruns
Over and over again . . .
How did you make it past Planned Parenthood?
…reminds me of the truck driver that broke his arm when he pulled out to avoid a child……..
…..and fell off the sofa.
I’m Rosalee the Eighth, I am. Rosalee the Eighth, I am, I am.
I was given to coyotes offshore, they said the U.S. has an open door
But found out Dems are so soullessly (totally)
They are really silly and a sham (a sham)
I’m the eighth deportee in my family. Rosalee the Eighth I am.
“We celebrate diversity kid. Whether you’re brown, black, yellow, red, or normal.”
Go home.
“Where can I get a coat like the First Lady’s”
“I don’t really care.”
“Exactly.”
“Now, it’s got writing on the back, right?”
“Now you’ve got the idea!”
“So what does it say?”
“I don’t really care. Do U?”
“Woo!!”
— an old Abet / HostileO routine
You ain’t nothin’ but Honduran
Cryin’ all the time
I ain’t nothin’ but endurin’
Cry-Cryin’ all the time
You ain’t never had a green card; you ain’t no friend of mine.
You thought you was protected class
Well, that was just a lie
When you thought I was feckless
You know it was a lie
You’re just going to get more rabid, you ain’t no friend of mine.
Line 4 edit: “Cray-Cryin’ ”
Line 10: “You ain’t never gonna get more rabid, . . “
Democrat Poster Child: “It”s my party and I’ll cry if I want to”
Prepare the Mexicannon!
Small bore, isn’t it?
Can’t. There’s no fodder.
Maybe just a little Dem-Is-The-Menace slingshot, in this case.
Actually, we could just sit down very heavily on the Si-Saw.
A Hello Kitty-Catapault?
You made me cry
When you said good_bye,
Ain’t you ashamed
hat-tip to Walrus:
“Everybody’s talking ’bout immigration, lamentation, chain migration, alienation, what’s-a-nation … and uh, Nazism…”
All We Are Saying Is Give Seize A Chance
Nazification.
National Socialization?
Chain chain chain
Chain migration…
The lie was all right for a while, we could smile for a while
But on election night, you held my hand so tight
As you stopped to say “Hell No”
Aw you wished we could yell, what we couldn’t tell
So I tried crying: overused
Crying — overused
FBI said “So Wrong!” — Hillary standing all alone
Alone and crying, crying, crying, crying
It’s hard to understand how much she had planned
Ken Starr: she’s crying
—- Roy MSM
I’m fixin’ a hole, where the illegals get in
and help the Democrats to win
elections.
like they do now
I’m filling legal cracks that act like a door
And keep the illegals wandering
Where they will go
And it really doesn’t matter if
it’s wrong I’m right
Stay where you belong that’s right
Where you belong
The people who try coming here
citizen’s they’ll never be and I will win
So why wonder why they won’t get through the door
Now THAT’s as good as any parody Weird Al could think up!
Out of respect for how awesome an idea it is, I won’t even tinker with a Verse 2, because it would be anticlimactic.
“Legal cracks that act like a door” — LOL.
OK, one thought:
“I’m faking in Time for a number of things that weren’t important yesterday . . .”
I’ll get on the second verse but right now “Honduras bound” is kicking around my head.
Still sitting in the detention center.
Got no papers to let them enter.
On a trek from distance lands
a suitcase, but no papers in hand.
to get stopped had not been planned
to skip their hearing would be grand.
(Chorus)
Honduras bound
I wish they were
Honduras bound.
Honduras where from they tried escaping,
Honduras where they should be staying,
Honduras where I love for them to stay away from me.
Every day’s an endless stream
Of stupid covers of magazines.
And each tweet looks the same to me,
like they’re produced in some factories
And every crying child I see
reminds me I know where they should be,
(Chorus)
Tonight they repeat themselves again,
They’ll play a game and pretend.
But all their words sound to me
like a shady mendacity
filled with empty sophistry
All they can do is insult me.
(Chorus)
The Little Photoshop of Horrors
Do we have any CSN yet?
You who are on the road
You know you’re owed, just bring your shiv by
And show off your whiny elf
Because each newscast is just a good cry.
Teach your children well,
To cry like hell when they slowly go by,
And breed them on your screams
Then “shop” their pix, without a dry eye.
Don’t you ever tell them why, you just teach them one big sigh,
So just look at them and li-i-i-i-i-i-i-e
Time to handcuff you.
We got a ton of good stuff here today. Perhaps one of the King Gihdrah of IMAO should publish the Great IMAO songbook.
That’s for sure, what a great thread. What a fantastic group of classic songs!
C’mon gang, we can get this to 100 posts!
“Honduran Rhapsody”
Momma
Oo-ooo-oooo
Did this mean man make you cry?
If I’m not back on the front of Time tomorrow
Carry on
Query on
As if nothing really matters at all . . .
Walk right in, slip around the back
After a mile, you can join the attack
You can get all the revenge you want in Malice’s Restaurant
I know it’s blatant
I know you’re bleary
I know your vans
Won’t elude me
Still here we are
Both of us phony
Longing for shelter
From all the B.P.
Why should we worry?
No one will care, girl.
Hollywood stars
So far away . . .
We’ve got “Tonight.”
Who needs tomorrow?
We got The Tonight Show,
Why don’t you stay?
Deep in Mosul
I’ve been so lonely
All of my hopes fading away
I’ve longed for loopholes
Like everyone else does
I know I’ll keep searchin’ even after today
So there it is, world
I’ve said it all now
And here we are with babies
What do you say?
We got denied
Who needs tomorrow?
We’ve got The Tonight Show
Saying “Why don’t you stay?”
Yesterday
All Hondurans seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay
Oh I believe
In custody.
Well, it was MS-13
You know what I mean
And the way they looked
Was way beyond compare
So how could I fence out a mother
When I saw them standing there?
Oh, oh, oh, little Crying girl
Oh, oh, oh, little Crying girl
I could escape this feeling, with my Crying girl
I feel a wreck without my little Crying girl
I hear her heart bleeding, loud as thunder
Saw the “stars” crashing
In a mess without their little Crying girl
ABC’s Good Morning, where’s my little Crying girl
I hear her heart’s bleeding, anti-Trumper
Saw the “stars” crashing down
I feel illogic like I’m Marlon Brando
When I look at my Crying girl
I could pretend that nothing ever meant so much
When I look at my Crying girl
Who stumbled into town just like a sacred cow
Visions of swastikas in my head
Plans for everyone
It’s on the whites I despise
My little Crying girl . . .
I see states all blue
Red heartlands too
I see more Bloombergs
For me and you
And I think to myself:
What a Honduran-filled world
Ode to Time, courtesy of Shari Lewis
We are the wrong that doesn’t end
Yes, all our “news” is just pretend.
Some writers started slinging s–t
Not knowing what it was.
And they’ll continue slinging it forever just because
We are the wrong that doesn’t end…..
In the day we sweat it out on the streets with a ton of American Dreamers
At night we’ve read through MSM stories by suicidal screamers
Slung from pages of The New Yorker and Time,
Commingled, fool-injected and definitely over the line
Baby, Tinsel Town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
We gotta get clout while we’re young
‘Cause Trump dislikes us!
Baby we were Born to Juan
USA, let me in
I want to be your friend
Just discard your dreams and visions . . .
Wow, what a tear!
Like Umbrage Over Troubled Borders
I Will Dumb Me Down
Like Umbrage
Over
Troubled borders
I will dumb me dow-ow-owwww-wwwwwwwwwwn
I’d like to be
Honduras-y
In an activist’s garden
Throwing shade
He’d let us sin
Knows where we’ve been
In his activist’s garden
Getting paid
Momma Havana
Rolled out of bed
And she fell into the police station
When the papa found out
He began to shout
When they started the deportation
And it’s against the law
It was against the law
To come from Bogota
It’s against the law
Well the momma who’s brown
was heading for Frisco town
at the time of her apprehension
Trump said we are going to end that ploy
so he put her kid into detention.
Left all my kids in some city
Hidin’ from the ICE every night and day
And they quickly learned some on demand weepin’
If they see a photog from a “magazine”
Welfare we are earnin’
English we ain’t learnin’
Trollin’, trollin’, trollin’ on Time’s blither
Proud, merry, keep on churnin’
Roll up, roll up for the Mexico Mystery Tour
Stop Right, this way!
Got everything you need
Sanctuary guaranteed
The Mexico Mystery Tour
Is hoping to take USA
Take USA
Take you today
To everything
Churn! Churn! Churn!
There is a season
Churn! Churn! Churn! . . .
I’ve got shills
They’re multipying
And I’m losing
Control
From the power
They’re surprising
It’s electionizing!
You better shape Ops
‘Cause I need demand
And my heart is set on dupes
You bitter Che pups
If it’s underhand
To my art I must be true
Nothing but the Left
Nothing but he Left will do
— from “Grease: Political”
It rubs the lotion on its skin,
or it gets tacos again.
Stop! Who would cross the Wall of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.
What… is your name?
– Maria…
What… is your quest?
– Free housing, health care, food benefits, you know…
What… aw, heck, just load the Mexicannon…
Gnomes!
[Applying for a pop cultural reference Obscury]
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