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Tag: John McCain

Defection Direction

Defection Direction

 

Stephen Schmidt has turned Democrat? Well,
He was trending that way, we could tell,
Since he lied for McCain.
The news causes no pain.
We Republicans think that it’s swell.

 

–Tom Riley

 

Steve Schmidt smiling for the camera: Longtime GOP strategist Steve Schmidt announces he's registering Democrat

Continued Growth of George W. Bush

The Continued Growth of George W. Bush

 
Oh, here he comes, the Chimpanzee-in-Chief!
He does so want the liars of the press
To love him! Comical is the relief
That he supplies – but deadly is the mess
That he will help to make. More crime, not less,
Is what he’ll body forth with pal Michelle
Obama as he says a breathless yes
To lies she and her catamite would tell
While following the playbook they knew well
Down through the years. Like Maverick McCain,
He’s sold his voters out. I know the smell.
I recognize the hey-me-too refrain.
He’ll demonize the cops with leftist zeal
If Mrs. O just lets him cop a feel.

 
–Tom Riley

 

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Bagel Control

Bagel Control

 
Meghan McCain, your father is in Hell—
Amongst the traitors, deep in Circle Nine.
He campaigned as conservative, the swine,
Then stabbed his voters in the back. The smell
Of brimstone fills his nostrils now. The well
Of justice has absorbed him. God’s design
Is thus fulfilled. When order is divine,
Defiance builds its own eternal cell.
What’s more, the creep fomented countless wars
To uphold foreign cronies. Acting tough,
He serviced special interests with such whores
As Teddy Kennedy. Now, in the buff,
He feels the flames no sinner long ignores.
Quit with the bagels, bitch. You’ve had enough.

 
–Tom Riley

 

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(Meghan McCain can’t even buy a bagel without six of her dad’s fans sniffing her behind.)

Dad Talk

Dad Talk

 
Sanctimonious Meghan McCain
Seethes at Donald Trump, Jr., whose dad
Isn’t nice. Meghan’s dad swore in vain
He’d do various things – and got mad
When his voters expected his ass
To back up what his glib tongue has said.
But for that John McCain got a pass:
He’d done leftist stuff, proudly, instead.
Plus, he’d served as Warmonger Supreme—
A purveyor of death for the skunks
That we now call the deep state. His dream
Was to see endless slaughter of punks.
Oh, our power elites found him swell!
Keep in mind, though, my dear: he’s in Hell.

 
–Tom Riley

 

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Sympathetic Character

Sympathetic Character

McCain was sympathetic to Michelle—
Or Michael, as her name had been before.
He figured that the poor gurl went through hell
Before our mores changed, then changed some more.
Voters, he knew, were evil at their core—
And worse back then. They would have mocked Barack
If they’d exposed that bit of secret lore,
If they’d have guessed his missus had a cock.
McCain, however, knew that black gurls rock.
Long had he had a weakness for Ru-Paul!
He watched the movement of the culture clock,
And fondly smiled, and didn’t judge at all.
Besides, for Teddy Kennedy, no less,
He himself would have worn the wedding dress.

–Tom Riley

Man of Principle

Man of Principle

Man of principle, always on track,
John McCain wouldn’t yield, wouldn’t crack.
What a wonderful man!
Always stuck to the plan.
Always stabbed voters right in the back.

–Tom Riley

Lesser Catamite

The Lesser Catamite

Who will do any shit for the sake
Of the Left? Well, God saw fit to take
From this world John McCain—
Who now suffers Hell’s pain.
For a while, though, the Left has Jeff Flake.

–Tom Riley

Good Republicans

Good Republicans

Good Republicans strive to explain
That resisting the left is insane.
It’s the height of real class
To kiss Democrat ass.
That is why the press loved John McCain.

–Tom Riley

No More

No More

Yes, I used to like Meghan McCain.
When her father would give me a pain
With betrayals galore,
I’d forgive him. No more:
The bitch praises her sire now in vain.

–Tom Riley

Funeral Games

Funeral Games

His funeral was all about his foe.
Trump took up every molecule of air.
To John McCain, of course, this wasn’t fair.
Before he croaked, though, he was in the know:
He planned the whole thing out this way – and so
He can’t complain. He cannot even care,
As devils light afire his pubic hair,
About the very public horror show.
Besides, he’s dumb enough to think he’s scored—
Except the damned can see the future, right?
Therefore, he knows those speeches just restored
The faith of all who voted Trump. The spite
Expressed, the new mendacities explored,
Uplifted Donald Trump in all his might.

–Tom Riley