I heard if ‘Democrats, The Musical’đ¶ is a success they’re going to go against copyright laws and change ‘Fiddler on the Roof’ to ‘Shooter on the Roof’.
Charge thousands of dollars for whites, let LGBTQWERTY in for free. Only bugs at the refreshments stand.
Slide opening night by 30 months. Start late and then begin with a 45 minute land acknowledgement. Perform an abridged version of Le Miserable with all roles race and gender swapped and dialog entirely rewritten to only use modern idiomatic dialog. Replace the last scene with a drag show.
The thug’ll come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar, that tomorrow there’ll be fun
Just thinking about tomorrow
Antifa brings riots, and the sorrows just begun
When I’m stuck with some gay that’s gray and phony
I just print more ballots, and grin, and say, oh
Hamas’ll come out tomorrow
Oh, you gotta hang out tomorrow, come what may
Tomorrow, tomorrow, a new cause tomorrow
Your troubles wonât go away
The taxes come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be more!
Just grifting some more tomorrow
âTil we ruin the rich folks and the rest become poor
When I’m stuck for some words that are vague and phony
I just call AOC or Gavin and say
These are our best hopes tomorrow
Oh, weâve gotta hang on ’til tomorrow, come what may
Tomorrow, tomorrow, youâll find out tomorrow
Canât trust anything they say
Tomorrow, tomorrow, weâll fool you tomorrow
No answers, you’ll always pay
If you are a rich man,
We will take your money, buck by buck, accounts weâll surely drain
All day long weâll tax and fine and fee
âTil youâre not a wealthy man.
I wouldn’t have to work hard.
Living off the grift that fraud-based NGOs always obtain
If youâre even a little bitty rich
Youâre a target of our evil plan
I’d build a big McMansion from your former riches,
And so will a dozen of my pals
Iâd get a new EV with the stolen loot I took
There might be one long lawsuit filed in the courts
And one IRS probe coming down,
But they will all lead nowhere, âcus youâre a schnook
Once youâre not a rich man,
Weâll move on and find another sucker we can bleed wealth from
Anyone who has that thing we want
All day long weâll break âem to a bum.
Act 1:
Barack Obama calls a meeting of his old crew â Susan Rice, Eric Holder, Hillary Clinton, Wolf BlitzerâŠet al. All players introduce themselves in a âThe Gangâs All Hereâ song.
Obama announces his diabolical scheme to retake the White House: heâll get sex reassignment surgery, change his name to Barbara Obama and identify as entirely different person now eligible to become the first black female president. This is followed by a solo song by Barack sung as an aside to the audience revealing that this has always been his heartâs desire.
The scene closes with a song in which each and all players layout how theyâll contribute, influence, brow beat, lie, and fund raise to put Obama back in office.
I’ve got an idea for what to with some homeless people. Pay them to live onstage. We’ll call it Don’t Get Any On You. This is already in the Mamdani budget? Never mind then. How about AIDS TWO: Elective Bugabooboo. Fauci’s lab creates an undetectable virus with no symptoms. But Jeffrey Toobin has the cure in his hand. Will he be brave enough to share it? Try and stop him MAGA!
All dialog is obvious lies – like “what a lovely yellow dress you’re wearing, Susan”, when Susan is wearing a red bikini, and everyone acts as if these lies are the truth – Susan responds with “thank you”, and everyone else mutters agreement “yes, lovely yellow dress”.
Because democrats couldn’t tell the truth even if it would save their lives, their children’s lives, and the planet.
I heard if ‘Democrats, The Musical’đ¶ is a success they’re going to go against copyright laws and change ‘Fiddler on the Roof’ to ‘Shooter on the Roof’.
Charge thousands of dollars for whites, let LGBTQWERTY in for free. Only bugs at the refreshments stand.
Slide opening night by 30 months. Start late and then begin with a 45 minute land acknowledgement. Perform an abridged version of Le Miserable with all roles race and gender swapped and dialog entirely rewritten to only use modern idiomatic dialog. Replace the last scene with a drag show.
“That’s our Hillary!”
The thug’ll come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar, that tomorrow there’ll be fun
Just thinking about tomorrow
Antifa brings riots, and the sorrows just begun
When I’m stuck with some gay that’s gray and phony
I just print more ballots, and grin, and say, oh
Hamas’ll come out tomorrow
Oh, you gotta hang out tomorrow, come what may
Tomorrow, tomorrow, a new cause tomorrow
Your troubles wonât go away
The taxes come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be more!
Just grifting some more tomorrow
âTil we ruin the rich folks and the rest become poor
When I’m stuck for some words that are vague and phony
I just call AOC or Gavin and say
These are our best hopes tomorrow
Oh, weâve gotta hang on ’til tomorrow, come what may
Tomorrow, tomorrow, youâll find out tomorrow
Canât trust anything they say
Tomorrow, tomorrow, weâll fool you tomorrow
No answers, you’ll always pay
Oh, well, surely worth being a Promoted Comment, to catch the attention of web browsers!
We Have the Title; Now Just Need IdeasâŠ
…. such as hiring bad actors who cannot sing nor remember the lies they told yesterday.
There are plenty of bureaucrat underlings and operatives who won’t sing; do they count?
If you are a rich man,
We will take your money, buck by buck, accounts weâll surely drain
All day long weâll tax and fine and fee
âTil youâre not a wealthy man.
I wouldn’t have to work hard.
Living off the grift that fraud-based NGOs always obtain
If youâre even a little bitty rich
Youâre a target of our evil plan
I’d build a big McMansion from your former riches,
And so will a dozen of my pals
Iâd get a new EV with the stolen loot I took
There might be one long lawsuit filed in the courts
And one IRS probe coming down,
But they will all lead nowhere, âcus youâre a schnook
Once youâre not a rich man,
Weâll move on and find another sucker we can bleed wealth from
Anyone who has that thing we want
All day long weâll break âem to a bum.
It’s such a pleasure imagining Topol acting out this song.
Oh, I’ve got a better title for the musical:
‘Crats
Act 1:
Barack Obama calls a meeting of his old crew â Susan Rice, Eric Holder, Hillary Clinton, Wolf BlitzerâŠet al. All players introduce themselves in a âThe Gangâs All Hereâ song.
Obama announces his diabolical scheme to retake the White House: heâll get sex reassignment surgery, change his name to Barbara Obama and identify as entirely different person now eligible to become the first black female president. This is followed by a solo song by Barack sung as an aside to the audience revealing that this has always been his heartâs desire.
The scene closes with a song in which each and all players layout how theyâll contribute, influence, brow beat, lie, and fund raise to put Obama back in office.
âŠand as you watch, the cast will eerily change, melding into one another so that they can no longer be identified as individualsâŠ
I’ve got an idea for what to with some homeless people. Pay them to live onstage. We’ll call it Don’t Get Any On You. This is already in the Mamdani budget? Never mind then. How about AIDS TWO: Elective Bugabooboo. Fauci’s lab creates an undetectable virus with no symptoms. But Jeffrey Toobin has the cure in his hand. Will he be brave enough to share it? Try and stop him MAGA!
Didn’t they already do this in the movie “The Producers”?
All dialog is obvious lies – like “what a lovely yellow dress you’re wearing, Susan”, when Susan is wearing a red bikini, and everyone acts as if these lies are the truth – Susan responds with “thank you”, and everyone else mutters agreement “yes, lovely yellow dress”.
Because democrats couldn’t tell the truth even if it would save their lives, their children’s lives, and the planet.
Democrats, The Musical….wasn’t that the movie being filmed when the cast from Blazing Saddles burst onto the studio and destroyed everything?
That’s just an Urban Legend, or as Hedley Lamarr would say..a Bourbon Legend. It was Mongo and only Mongo who burst into the studio and destroyed everything and pulled a hamstring doing so and had to go on Injured Reserve…or maybe it was Injun Reserve. đ©