Monthly Archives: November 2020

King Donald the Wurst

Posted on November 25, 2020 by Bob Shepherd

Dumb Donald Trumpsat on his rump,eating cheeseburgers all day.He called for his Millerand brownshirted killersand hypocrite fundies to pray. He called for his Barrto make him a czarand all rule of law to allay.And to meet his requirementthat it trash … Continue reading →

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Bye, bye, poor, sad Orange Clown Man

Posted on November 24, 2020 by Bob Shepherd

To the tune of “O Danny Boy” O Donnie boy, your cuckoo coup has faltered.Time runs away, like dye down Rudy’s cheek.What’s done is done. The vote count can’t be altered.You’ll soon be jailed. Your prospects sure look bleak. Will … Continue reading →

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Donnie: Thanks for the Memories!

Posted on November 21, 2020 by Bob Shepherd

Imagine that someone, back in 2010, had written a novel that told exactly the story of the Presidency of one Donald Chump. Imagine that it was set in the near future: 2015-2020. Imagine that this was the plot outline: Three … Continue reading →

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Bob’s Basic Bread: Most Recent Recipe

Posted on November 17, 2020 by Bob Shepherd

I’ve been baking for quite a while and have lots and lots of recipes I’ve developed for lots and lots of baked goods, but this is my most BASIC recipe for sourdough bread–the one I use now most often. I … Continue reading →

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The EZ Guide to Becoming a Cult Leader

Posted on November 16, 2020 by Bob Shepherd

I hope that these guidelines will help people to recognize the insidious, manipulative means by which the evil scam artists who run cults operate. Just about all cults rely on these means of manipulation. DON’T FALL FOR THEM! Make a … Continue reading →

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Close to You (Donnie’s Song) | Bob Shepherd

Posted on November 10, 2020 by Bob Shepherd

with apologies to Hal David, Burt Bacharach, and The Carpenters Why do toadies suddenly appearto take your part and kiss your rear?Putin has the dirtto ensure they don’t desertand stay close to you. Why does Mitch, like Pence’s fly,stick like … Continue reading →

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