BIG TWEET ... Donnie Goes to Mexico

Would be kinda cool to be a cucaracha on the Wall ... il Presidente's Wall.

Wasn't invited!

Ah, well ... Mr. Smith went to Washington ... and Donnie's gone off to Mexico City. I assume they'll let'em out. It would, indeed, cause both an international mess an animated national dialogue if they don't "Let My Donnie Go" ... that is, put him back on the Golden Goose to fly off to Arizona in order to be on time to read his speech-writer's tele-prompted and brilliant analysis of the solution to the US problems with illegal immigration. It could get a little sticky. 

After all, Mexico is a Catholic country and they follow the Jimmy Carter Clause of the New Testament (Matthew 6) ... the one that equates even "adultery of the heart" with just plain old Donnie and Dirty "adultery." And, as far as I know, there's no statute of limitations on such sinfulness. Admittedly, don Trumpito, you could apply for a dispensation from Pope Francis. 

Oops, Donnie! Me thinks you mighta burnt that bridge to the Holy Sea/See.

Too bad, Old Boy!

But imagine with me, if you would and for just a moment, the Domestic Dialogue that might occur if il Presidente pulls a Joseph in Egypt who decided about one of his brothers:  "I'm gonna hold on to this one." I dunno. 

Goddamit! No dispensation ... 

Doc Bornstein said no libation. ... 

And Barak Kenyata Obama? He's still on vacation!

"OK," Donnie says to his-self, "What would Jesus do?? 

Never-mind that, don Trumpito, the real question is ...

What would Paul Ryan do? and all the others, too.

John MacCane might not like you any more, now that you're captured.

Book-traders could stop handing out free copies of the Constitution.

Paul Ryan might think you could be cured of your textbook racism 

if you stayed in Tijuana for a couple months ... just to chill.

McConnell might smile like a Burrito busted open instead of his usual turtle-self.

Obama might offer up a trade with some Guantanamos ... You'd get a good tan!

Or ... wait a minute ... he could send you to live with his family in Kenya!

Jeb Bush might be heard saying something 

about being as High-Energy as Mexican Jumping Beans.

Little Marco ... I think he'd jump higher ... maybe six feet high!

The Mexican People could relinquish their fear

that you'd claim Pica was the result of Mexican Zika.

Crooked Hillary could get on with the task of the Governance of Nations.

Lyin' Ted could endorse Trump Steaks from afar!

You might learn to live with you Big Head and Little Hands.

And me? I'd feel safe for the first time in a year.

(Next Blog: ... on being censored by other anti-Trump therapists)