Tom Toles for November 20, 2019

Pinocchio……that really fits!

Trump suddenly, without prior announcement or scheduling, is rushed to Walter Reed Hospital late on a Saturday night and then makes no public appearances for the next two days.

An administration notorious for lies and cover ups says it is “part one” of his “annual physical” — even though it has only been nine months since his last physical, all previous physicals were announced and scheduled, all previous physicals were done in one visit [as most physicals are] and most physicals are done in the state-of-the-art medical facility at the White House.

The explanations given don’t add up.

We are told that a 73-year-old man, who is grossly overweight and lives on a diet of soft drinks and fast food in an environment of incredible stress, is perfectly healthy, but none of the accounts add up.

I guess the idea of a regular need to perform a Pinocchio-nosectomy for the liar-in-chief makes as much sense as any other explanation this cesspool of prevarication has cooked up.

Note to wolf-crying White House: if you stopped the endless parade of FIBrications, maybe people might be more inclined to believe you when you say something.

White house spokesliar said that he hates doctors, so the TV news told me tonight. So this was a carefully planned visit that tended to part of his regular physical. Honest, the WH said all of that.

I have, of course, spent the last 3 years or so paying at least a little attention to what the White House has to say, so I know exactly how much I trust what they say.

He just got stuck and needed an emergency anal-craniectomy.

That operation occurs every morning when he starts to tweet.

Cosmetic Repairs – {a rhyme}

Growing fast too is the Elephant’s nose

as The Party descends to ever new lows

in defending The Donald with big chunks of bunk.

So also the Elephant’s trunk

should get cosmetically shrunk.

… PS:

While they’re there // for cosmetic repair, -

- Might an enema clean out the junk

from the party and also its presiding punk?

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i heard that the physicians were eager to give him a brain transplant…

{Off-topic:}

His End is Nearing – {a rhyme}

The Donald’s end is evermore nearing

with each successive impeachment hearing.

He’s less then less then less endearing.

His raison d’être is disappearing.

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If he was a 73-year-old relative, we would be concerned, even if he was a weird uncle, cousin, or in-law with a bad personality.

While I disagree with most of his policies, I don’t wish the resident any ill, but it would be nice, if, on occasion, he reciprocated to all of We the People.

There’s nothing that surprises me anymore! He’s a villain in his own reality show, and WE the PEOPLE are the audience…

Today’s cartoon is so funny and appropriate!

He either had ANOTHER STROKE, or MASSIVE CHEST PAIN brought on from the STRESS OF TRYING TO KEEP ALL HIS LIES STRAIGHT!!! Period! And, since the White House says that EVERYTHING’S FINE, you KNOW that he’s sick as hell, because THEY ALWAYS LIE!!

(Apologies to Harline / Washington / Disney)

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Before you wish upon a star,

Check first with an astronom(ar).

Make sure it won’t explode before your wish comes true.

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For, neutron stars will squash your dream,

Their gravity is too extreme.

And do not wish upon a star

Soon doomed to collapse from view.

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Fate is just —

She brings those spewing evil stew

The final bitter taste of law in public shaming.

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Like a slap in world-wide view,

Impeachment will say you’re nearly through.

If you wish upon a dis-aster,

That wish will have turned on you.

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Fate is snide —

She often sneers at human longing,

More so, if evil taints the thoughts and actions.

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History will make the final judging,

In future years there’ll be less grudging

Whichever star was hitched upon

Hath proven true.

And he blasts the media for reporting the visit, worrying his wife. Might have helped if he had told her beforehand why he was going, it’s not like no one knows where she was.

Yet the Capo’s “mascot,” contrary to accepted wisdom, has no recollection whatsoever of many, many details; however, it’s still ready, willing, and able to perform for peanuts at the drop of a hat.

Perhaps those nasty bone spurs were acting up again.

 Possibilities (one of which has a bullet*)—

 ¡el presidente de la vida!

22nd Amendment 2-term limit

not re-elected after 1 term

25th Amendment inability

resignation

impeachment

heart attack, etc.

assassination

 *no, not that kind of bullet

Aren’t his lies determined by the growth of his bone spurs?

They both deserve to be trunkated…

“I’ve got no truth to hold me down

To make me fret or make me frown

Never had truth, because, you see

There is no truth in me!"

Maybe Ear cancer from being close to a fan? Or a Hannityectomy from his A…?

Thrump gave us a list of what’s it’s NOT.

So many maladies not yet denied. Alzheimer’s & Dementia, for instance.

“It’s just a nose spur!”

Love the visual Tom ♥