Politics 101

Billionaire Break-up

WWIII 💥

Donald Trump is a moron. Vote Blue 💙💙💙💙💙

Eat The Cat (They're Eating The Dogs They're Eating The Cats) x House of Evo Remix - F Donald Trump

You’re just a waste of space
A big empty balloon
A drug addled geek
A ego-driven gooon

[chorus]
Billionaire shortbread
Not sweet or good for you
A nasty piece of work
That no one wants

Billionaire shortbread
Not a cake or a slice
Let me be very clear
You…
Are…
Not…
Very…
You’re a wanker

[verse]
Your children even hate you
So why should we care?
All you do is useless shite
We didn’t need a space car

You couldn’t help the cave boys
People say you smell
It doesn’t mean you’re funny
If you bully SNL

[bridge]
You make no sense
Money is not a charm
You are too stupid
To understand that
You don’t understand

[chorus]
Billionaire shortbread
Not a cake or a slice
Let me be very clear
You…
Are…
Not…
Very…
You’re a wanker 

[Slow melodic Outro]

When you lie alone in the dark,
do you feel the breath of skeletal death
on the back of your neck,
do you just take more meth?

You did nothing for anyone,
Other than yourself,
Billionaire shortbread,
A crap snack we will all leave on the shelf

A Wikipedia page,
Doesn’t mean you matter
We don’t care what you think,
So yeah, you are just a wanker

Billionaire Shortbread

Billionaire Shortbread

Billionaire Shortbread

[End]

Billionaire Shortbread ⊹ ࣪ ˖ $⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆  ₊˚⊹♡

Welcome to Trumpland, where the skies never grey,  
White picket fences, and straight YMCA!  
Men wear the trousers, wives bake the cakes,  
Every kid’s perfect, god don’t make mistakes 

No rainbow flags, no wheelchairs in sight,  
Just plain-talkin’ folks who sleep easy at night.  
Jobs fall like manna, no résumé needed—  
“Just show up, buddy, you’ve already succeeded!”  

Trumpland! Trumpland! 
Where the sun don’t set on a lack of a plan!  
No fears, no tears, just win-win deals—  
If the strong take all, who needs appeals?  
Trumpland! Trumpland!
Where the other’s a ghost, and the climate’s canned!  
If trouble brews? Blame DEI 
Every hand is Trumps, well, just for you and I!

Trumpland! (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Oink! Oink! Oink!

Oink! Oink! Oink! OINK!

Trottin’ through the pub with yer belly untamed, Ego like a stodgy pie—ye’re drippin’ in shame! General of Gas, with a gut full of hate, Yer rotten core’s curdlin’—Brexit’s on the plate!
Pre-Chorus Oi! Navel Fromage! Cheese in yer crease—stale and sweaty! Oi! ! Navell Fromage! Yer bellyache lies—nobody’s ready!

Navel Fromage ₍˄•͈⚇•͈˄₎

Neither let us be 
slandered from our duty 
by false accusations against us, 
nor frightened from it 
by menaces
 ... of destruction nor of dungeons... 
to ourselves.

Let us have faith 
that right makes might, 
and in that faith,
 let us, to the end, 
dare to do our duty 
as we understand it.

Let US Have Faith  (﹙˓ ‍🎧 🎩 ˒﹚)

Yo, it’s 1930, Congress got a vibe,  
Smoot and Hawley droppin’ tariffs, thinkin’ they’ll revive,  
“Save the jobs!” they screamed, but the plan was wack,  
Other nations clapped back—”Yo, we taxing that!”  
Global trade? Nah, we buildin’ walls,  
Economy free-fallin’, Depression hits the malls,  
Wheat stacks rot, Ford cars ain’t sellin’,  
“America First!”—but the whole world yellin’.  

[Chorus]  
Raise the walls, watch the dollars drop,  
Smoot-Hawley’s legacy—a economic flop!  
Tax the imports, ghost the global crew,  
Amexit on the horizon—same dumb déjà vu!  

[Verse 2]  
Fast forward, new age, same ol’ plot,  
Politicians yellin’ “Amext! Let’s ditch the lot!”  
“WTO? NAFTA? Cancel the subscription!”  
But the supply chain’s tangled—man, that’s science fiction.  
China side-eyein’, EU trolls the feed,  
“Y’all want tariffs? Cool—we’ll tax your seed!”  
Soybeans in the dirt, iPhones cost a stack,  
Inflation’s lit, but the wages ain’t comin’ back.  

[Bridge] 
“Sovereignty!” they scream, like it’s TikTok fame, 
But the GDP’s coughin’, playin’ survival games.  
Free trade’s ghost haunts, “Y’all had it right in ’94!”  
Now we beggin’ for chips, but the factories outsourced.  

[Chorus]  
Raise the walls, watch the dollars drop,  
Smoot-Hawley’s legacy—an economic flop,  
Tax the imports, ghost the global crew, 
Amexit on the horizon—same dumb déjà vu!

[Verse 3]  
Amext fantasy—like Brexit’s cringe sequel,  
“We’ll make our own rules!” …but who’s gonna feed you?  
Walmart shelves empty, gas prices absurd,  
MAGA hats cryin’, “Wait, isn’t this what we preferred?”  
Global banks laugh, swap dollars for yuan,  
“Y’all had the reserve currency—now it’s done, son.”  
History’s a loop, protectionism’s a curse,  
But we blastin’ the same verse—just in a worse verse.  

[Outro] 
So next time you hear “Let’s quit the globe, it’s a scam!”  
Remember Smoot-Hawley—the OG economic Lamb.  
Trade wars ain’t slick, they’re a self-inflicted bruise,  
Drop the mic, pass the bill—y’all got the Protectionist Blues.

Tariff Riff 🗽 [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅5̲̅)̲̅$̲̅] 🐈💨

The Moon's red as wine, pickups in a line, 
Somebody bit my side ‘neath the 'God Bless America' sign. 
Now my cornbread tastes bland, got a hunger I can’t stand— 
Traded *grains* for *brains* in this red-white-and-blue wasteland.
**Chorus:** 
I crave the craniums of the unvaxxed and rural, 
Flatbed drivers chugin’ cheap beer, chewin' straws. 
Only want them Christian cerebellums, pale and humble, 
‘Fore we chew through the last MAGA hat with our jaws! 
Oh, it’s *brains over grains* in this holy zombie nation, 
Convertin’ y’all ‘til there’s no one left to save. 
We’ll build a New South Heaven on Ford F-150 salvation— 
Then starve in the dark ‘cause we ate the buffet.
**Verse 2:** 
I used to pray in a pew, now I grab on heads and chew
With a "Don’t Tread on Me" sticker and a rebel flag tattoo. 
They said, "Trust the Good Lord’s plan!"—well, He led me to demand
the pink, gooy content of the skull of every man!
We’ll bite every uncle, cousin, and preacher, 
Turn Sunday service into a flesh-eater’s feature. 
But when the whole world’s a clone of my pickup truck creed, 
Who’s left to devour? Just dust, diesel, and need…
**Chorus:** 
I crave the craniums of the unvaxxed and rural, 
Flatbed drivers chugin’ cheap beer, chewin' straws. 
Only want them Christian cerebellums, pale and humble, 
‘Fore we chew through the last MAGA hat with our jaws! 
Yeah, it’s *brains over grains* in this holy zombie nation, 
Convertin’ y’all ‘til there’s no one left to save. 
We’ll build a New South Heaven on Ford F-150 salvation— 
Then starve in the dark ‘cause we ate the buffet.

So if you’re sippin’ suds in your John Deere cap, 
Better check your six when the Walmart lights snap. 
‘Cause we’re comin’ for kinfolk who “trust their own blood,” 
And the last brain left’s in aisle five… *next to the ammo and Bud.*

Brains Over Grains 🧟 🌾 🛻🧠

[Verse 1]
Well, he stormed down the golden escalator,
Said, "I’ll build a wall—yuge, great, later!"
But when Mexico said, "Nope, no pesos!"
He just clucked and tweeted "SAD!" like a drama llama.

[Pre-Chorus]
He talks real tough with his tiny hands,
Till the heat turns up—then he bails on his plans!
Stormy payoffs? Just fake news, man!
(Whispers) But the checks cleared… oops!

[Chorus]
🎶 T-A-C-O Man!
Trump Always Chickens Out again!
He’ll sue ya, bleach ya, grab ya, tweet ya,
But when subpoenas drop—he runs like cheetah!
Ohhh, Taco Man! 🎶 (Chicken noises: "Bwak-bwak-bwaaak!")

[Verse 2]
He dodged drafts five times (bone spurs magic!),
But calls vets "suckers"—real patriotic!
Putin winks? He melts like ice cream,
"He’s a genius!" (But his pants steam.)

[Bridge] (Spoken over banjo)
"Folks, I’m the bravest! The best! No fears!
(Except windmills, stairs, and, uh… tears.)
I could shoot folks on Fifth Avenue…
(But my lawyers say: ‘Sir, don’t follow through!’)"

[Chorus]
🎶 T-A-C-O Man!
Two scoops, two terms, zero plan!
He’ll steal votes, stiff cooks, fake tans,
But when they say "Jail?"—POOF! He fans!
Ohhh, Taco Man! 🎶 (Airhorn + chicken solo)

[Outro] (Whispered)
"Total exoneration! Witch hunt! Sad!
...Wait, why’s my mugshot lookin’ so bad?"

🎶 T-A-C-O Man!

You bought a blue bird, painted it red,
Told me, “Partner, we’ll own the news!”
But then you posted my rockets as “led by a fool,”
And tweeted my stocks into blues...
I built a Cybertruck, you built a wall,
We both loved billion-dollar applause,
‘Til you called me “Bullshit Artist” on Truth Social,
Now I’m blocking you out of my apps.

Ooh, we could’ve been kings of the meme wars,
But your caps lock feels like a chore...
And I’ve got more rockets to launch,
But you? You’re still yelling “WITCH HUNT!”

It’s the end of a era, Donnie, bye-bye!
You’re stuck in 2016, and Mars is too high.
You’d think we’d be twins with egos this large,
But your gold toilets can’t fix what we are!
So take your red hat and your Diet Coke stash,
I’ll keep my dogecoin and all of my cash...
This flame’s burnin’ out,
Like a tweet you can’t delete now!

“Elon! Sad! Overrated! Very low IQ!
Uninvited him to X HQ—
He said my NFTs were a scam! (Total lie!)
And his hair plugs? Worse than mine!
I’ve got binders full of better tech bros,
Kanye answers every one of my calls...
Elon’s just jealous ‘cause my Truth Social’s bigly!
(Sung:) Bigly! Bigly! BIGLY!

Ooh, you say you’re still “winning” the game,
But your net worth’s a meme, just the same...
My satellites map your resorts,
While you sue kids for posting reports.

It’s the end of an era, Donnie, bye-bye!
You’re stuck in deposition lines, and Mars is too high.
You’d think we’d be twins with grifts this insane,
But your truth is like SPAC stock: all loss, no gain!
So keep your “free press” and your stolen art,
I’ll trademark this breakup and sell it as NFTs—
This flame’s burnin’ out,
Like your Fox News primetime slot!

Remember Florida? You bragged ‘bout your breeze...
I sent a Cybertruck— it sank in the seas.
You promised a “league” where we’d own all the speech,
*Now you’re rage-quoting bots at 3 AM...*
I’d say “I miss us,” but—
Nah. I bought Twitter to block you instead.

Outro 
SpaceX to Mar-a-Lago... we crashed.
*YOU’RE FIRED! 🚀💥 *

Elon and Don Break-up Song (Taylor's Version)

You bought a blue bird, painted it red,
Told me, “Partner, we’ll own the news!”
But then you posted my rockets as “led by a fool,”
And tweeted my stocks into blues...
I built a Cybertruck, you built a wall,
We both loved billion-dollar applause,
‘Til you called me “Bullshit Artist” on Truth Social,
Now I’m blocking you out of my apps.

Ooh, we could’ve been kings of the meme wars,
But your caps lock feels like a chore...
And I’ve got more rockets to launch,
But you? You’re still yelling “WITCH HUNT!”

It’s the end of a era, Donnie, bye-bye!
You’re stuck in 2016, and Mars is too high.
You’d think we’d be twins with egos this large,
But your gold toilets can’t fix what we are!
So take your red hat and your Diet Coke stash,
I’ll keep my dogecoin and all of my cash...
This flame’s burnin’ out,
Like a tweet you can’t delete now!

“Elon! Sad! Overrated! Very low IQ!
Uninvited him to X HQ—
He said my NFTs were a scam! (Total lie!)
And his hair plugs? Worse than mine!
I’ve got binders full of better tech bros,
Kanye answers every one of my calls...
Elon’s just jealous ‘cause my Truth Social’s bigly!
(Sung:) Bigly! Bigly! BIGLY!

Ooh, you say you’re still “winning” the game,
But your net worth’s a meme, just the same...
My satellites map your resorts,
While you sue kids for posting reports.

It’s the end of an era, Donnie, bye-bye!
You’re stuck in deposition lines, and Mars is too high.
You’d think we’d be twins with grifts this insane,
But your truth is like SPAC stock: all loss, no gain!
So keep your “free press” and your stolen art,
I’ll trademark this breakup and sell it as NFTs—
This flame’s burnin’ out,
Like your Fox News primetime slot!

Remember Florida? You bragged ‘bout your breeze...
I sent a Cybertruck— it sank in the seas.
You promised a “league” where we’d own all the speech,
*Now you’re rage-quoting bots at 3 AM...*
I’d say “I miss us,” but—
Nah. I bought Twitter to block you instead.

Outro
SpaceX to Mar-a-Lago... we crashed.
*YOU’RE FIRED! 🚀💥 *

Elon and Don Break-up Song (Elon's Version)

Elon and Don Break-up Song (Donnie's Version)

THREAT LEVEL ORANGE

have you heard the news? (demo version)

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Charlie Chaplin's last speech in the film "The Great Dictator" with Hans Zimmer's "Time" from the Inception soundtrack in the background.

This is not my original idea, I'm not trying to take any credit for this. I saw this mash-up on youtube.com and wanted a high quality version for myself, so I made this.

"I'm sorry but I don't want to be an Emperor - that's not my business - I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another, human beings are like that.

We all want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone and the earth is rich and can provide for everyone.

The way of life can be free and beautiful.

But we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men's souls - has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.

We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in: machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little: More than machinery we need humanity; More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me I say "Do not despair".

The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress: the hate of men will pass and dictators die and the power they took from the people, will return to the people and so long as men die [now] liberty will never perish...

Soldiers - don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you - who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you as cattle, as cannon fodder.

Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don't hate - only the unloved hate. Only the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers - don't fight for slavery, fight for liberty.

In the seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke it is written " the kingdom of God is within man " - not one man, nor a group of men - but in all men - in you, the people.

You the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy let's use that power - let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give you the future and old age and security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They do not fulfil their promise, they never will. Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfil that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness.

Soldiers - in the name of democracy, let us all unite!"

Charlie Chaplin - The Great Dictator (Speech) vs. Hans Zimmer - Time

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