Donald Trump: I have a hard time believing you. Santa Claus: Ditto.
Trump got a boatload of Koch coal.
Mrs. Claus often says “Believe nothing of what you hear, and only half of what you see.”
Santa Claus is nothing more than the embodiment of the kindness, love, generosity, altruism and compassion we hold in our hearts. Given the outcome of the election, so many people believing in and embracing the HATE, the bigotry, the racism and LIES of Trump, I fear it’s not so much that we don’t believe in Santa, but that Santa Claus is dying.
No Trump does NOT believe in Santa Claus. Santa instead fears Trump because he knows that Trump is a disease, a potentially fatal disease for not only Santa but this country and possibly the world.
I’m surprised. Considering everything else Trump believes without proof, it shouldn’t be difficult for him to believe in one more myth..
To reject, or not to reject—that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The shame and regret of one outrageous Novembre
Or to take the streets against a sea of Bunkers
And by opposing dignify them. To wait, to sleep—-
To sleep—perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of four long winters
What dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this political coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely
The pangs of despised vulgarity, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes, -
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after Novembre,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. — Soft you now,
The fair Lady Liberty! — Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
With apologies to Greg Lake:
They sold me a dream of MAGA
They sold me a country white
And they told me a fairy story’
Till I believed in Trump tower bright
And I believed in Donny Smallhands
And I looked to the sky with excited eyes
’Till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn
And I saw him and through his disguise
Many will not awaken, but I suspect some will.
Right with you, Santa! Right with you!
Koch coal supports degradation of the environment so they can profit
Soros gave Donald Trump a mezzanine loan, which is basically a bailout, because Trump didn’t want to, or couldn’t, front his own money to build the Chicago Trump Tower.
Obama should make sure the White House looks good for Santa this Christmas.
After all, Santa won’t be coming back for another 4 years or so
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