Hey, this is not a test, this is rock ‘n’ roll.  Time to rock it from the DC to the Keys.   You know, I have to tell you all something.  I just came in from the big beach hut.  The M-a-L.  What’s the weather like out there?  It’s hot!  Real hot.  So damn hot!  Hottest things is what’s in my shorts.  And the women.  There were so many women, beautiful women, hot women.  Those bikinis.  Skimpy.  So skimpy.  Whoo!  Thank you.  That pussy is just so pretty.  Grab it!  Oh, you’re going straight to hell for that one!

Just in, traffic report out there on the Shayrat Airfield.  It’s going good out there.  Real good.  We dropped a  little Tomahawk or two, there’s a lot of holes, big holes, good holes, real good holes.  It’s not a pretty picture.  There’s holes everywhere.  Big holes.  Gonna get Assad and try ‘n’ cook ‘im down.  Have a little barbecue.

Hey, this is rock ‘n’ roll.  Time to rock it from the M-a-L to the DPRK.    Pyongyang me, Pyongyang me, why don’t they get a rope and hang me?  Kim Jong-un.  Is that me or does he sound like an Arnie movie?  Terminator of the DPRK.  Hey, is it too early for being so loud?  Hey, too late.  It’s oh-eight-hundred and the nukes are heading for Korea.  What’s the ‘oh’ stand for?  Oh, my Gawd!

And here’s someone real special right now, that’s Bannon, in more dire need of a blowjob than any white man in history.  Hey, here’s my question of the day: “Bannon … simply another bitter Hollywood wannabe who went rogue by way of toxic narcissistic iconoclasm”, or “… just a conniving hateful bloated punk who despises mankind”?  Thank you,  Sean.  You be the judge.  Vote on Twitter, hashtag #Baboon.

We’ve got a great man in the audience today right now.  My new best friend.  It’s Mr Putin.  He’s a great friend.  Great friend.  “Thank you, I’m just very happy to be here.  I want to tell you something.”  “What’s that?”  “You know, this whole human rights thing, for me doesn’t work really well.”  “Why is that?”  “Because if you go in the war, I want to kill you.  You know, you go in the war, any weapon will do.  If you’re going to fight, play dirty.  You know what I mean?  WOMD.”  “Thank you, Vladimir, listen, can we play anything for you?”  “Russian Polka, polka-mazurka.  I take my shirt off and dance.”

Picture a man going on a journey beyond sight and sound.  He’s left DC, entered the golf course.  Hey, what’s this “bunkerized zone”?  What do they mean “Knuckle Ball Flop Shot”?   Sounds like a couple of girls in Brooklyn going, “You know you’re gonna LOVE it.” Hey, whatever it is, I like it because it gets your spin better than a cherry-vanilla ice cream.

Here’s a song coming your way right now. “Another one bites the dust” by Queen. Yes! Hey, you know what I mean! Too much?

Our lines are open.  Listen, can we play anything for you?


Meanwhile, back in The Big School playground, to the sound of Queen at top volume …

“What was THAT!” Little Effie shouted at Maurice Minor, as they stood looking up at a pair of loud speakers mounted on the wall of the school.

Maurice’s foot was tapping with the beat.  “Headmaster Humptytrumpty’s new toy,” he shouted back, “his very own radio station.”

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust hey
Hey I’m gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust


With thanks, and apologies, to the late, great, Robin Williams

Listen to Another One Bites the Dust by Queen

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