The Curmudgeon

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Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Bum Note

A massive, hairy arse looks set to disintegrate into warring red buttocks with only the orangey-brown perineum that is Donald Trump holding them together.

The Trump campaign had appeared to rise above its rivals during the race to the bottom, uniting lunatic-fringers across the country with a populist base who are mad as hell and don't much care who with.

However, the arrival of a veteran delegate-clincher has germinated in a turf war between a snake in the grass and Trump's own long-time elephant-humper.

There has been basic conflict over whether "letting Trump be Trump" should be replaced by more conventional arsing now that the purple-faced toupée-denier has built up a commanding lead, and even over whether the thing on his head should be referred to as "the thing on his head" or, more informally, "it".

The need for delicate delegate-wrangling may yet result in an override of the populist haystacking that has caused the results of so many resulting caucuses.

The Gluteal Old Party is already split between Trumps and non-Trumps, between old-style conservatives and sharp-suited Klansmen, and between quasi-sane Christians and dead-eyed holy rollers.

Meanwhile the global community is split between that minority of the US population who think Trump isn't a terrifyingly bad joke, and everybody else.

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