The bloom is off the Omarosa
‘Twas two weeks before Christmas, and toward Trump family sleeping — After fighting with Kelly — Omarosa came creeping. He told her the choice was resign or be fired; In too many contretemps she’d […]
Author: John Branning
Read more of John Branning's posts at JohnBranning.com, with his political verse now found at TheTrumpPoems.com.
The Infernal Verities
I know what the facts are, only I know all the facts. I make bold pronouncements — and see how my base reacts? It doesn’t matter whether what I say […]
Racial Slurry
What now constitutes a “slur?” An insult hurled at him or her. (Let’s also consider this: Be sensitive to “trans” and “cis.”) It seems that nearly all agree No longer should the N-word be Used […]
A Grueling Sessions
You probably already know my middle name is Beauregard. And, based on recent statements, you may think that I have no regard For being truthful or direct. Some pundits call it perjury. Insinuate that I […]
To have and hold on a second…
This past Saturday, my wife offered to “put a smile” on my face. I eagerly accepted, and shortly thereafter was grinning from ear to ear after she went shoe shopping without me. Lots of long-time […]
Freedom from speech
You can say anything that you like in this land, just as long as you don’t disagree. You can live a life filled with great riches and strength, if you pledge your allegiance to me. […]
History-onics
They tell me you’re a Nazi, but I don’t know if that’s true. We may have crossed paths yet I don’t remember meeting you. I’ve held some great big rallies — were you in […]
The Princess and the Pee Stain
Carol came downstairs this morning berating me, since she’d slipped on the path of rose petals I’d strewn along the steps to welcome her to the new day. You try to do something nice for […]
Road Hard, Put Away Wet
Virtually every little boy and girl (and, in the spirit of inclusiveness, every gender-fluid child) in our country dreams of growing up and becoming President one day. I have a message for the youngsters of […]
My search for happiness (on Google)
“For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson But for every day you are angry, you can probably get out of making dinner. “Happiness is when what […]