The Dreck of the MAGA Ships Peril

If ever there was a song ripe for parody after yesterday's series of lakeborne tragedies, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald is it.

From Lake Travis in Austin to Lake Havasu in Arizona, boats sank and caught fire as they "paraded" through the waters in support of the ultimate sinking dumpster fire, Donald Trump.

In Austin, skies were clear, but boaters could not contain the storm of irony as blue waves drowned their boats and took them to the bottom.  On Lake Havasu, a boat caught fire and filled the sky with smoke and toxic chemicals from the many Trump flags onboard.

Of course, never ones to take responsibility for their own actions - like swamping one another in their wake - MAGAts took to social media to accuse Democrats of plotting to send their ships to Davy Jones' locker.

(Note: No MAGAts were hurt in the making of their own debacle.)

Sing it, Gordon...

The legend lives on from the MAGA-Q on down

Of Lakes Travis and dim Havasu ass

The lake, it is thunk, was overrun with drunks

With Trump flags, coolers, and shoeless.

Loaded with Schlitz and Pabst, corn nuts by the gross

The MAGA brigade was not ready.

The crap ships and crew were bones to be chewed

When submarines of ANTIFA came early...

 

The ships were the pride of the K—A—G side

Coming out to show us what we’re missin’

As the big cultists go, they were bigger than most

With minds full of shit and no reason.

Nautical terms, of them they were not learned

But they launched nonetheless this Fool’s Legion

And later that day when the waves came to play

Would be wet cargo shorts they'd be feelin’

The wind in the wires made a mocking laugh sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every MAGAt knew, as the Trump cabal did too,
T'was the election of November they’re stealin'
The stomachs gave way and their breakfasts said Hey
When the wakes of the big boats came slashin'
Then more chaos reigned, their faces looked pained
As reality slowly came dawnin’

When hamburger time came, Bubba came on deck sayin'
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya
Another big wave, the main pontoon caved, he said
Fellas, it's been good to know ya
The Qanons dialed they had water comin' in
And the Trump ships and crew were in peril
And later that day when catfish came on deck to play
Came the wrecks and the MAGA ships peril

Does anyone know where the love of Trump goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The rescuers all say he was golfing that day
And added them to the losers and suckers
Some they split up and some they capsized
Three drained the swamp and took all that water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of embarrassed wives, sons and the daughters

Lake Travis rolled, Havasu blazed
Laughs broke out from the shorelining mansions
The MAGAts now steam, no insurance they had it seems

The boats were just show, they’re not sportsmen
And farther below where some snorkelers go
Drowned Trump flags all caked in fish shit
And the ruined boats go as the mariners all know
To provide gales of our laughter forever.

Lake Travis rolled, they ate chicken wings

On the shores perched big 1% mansions

The MAGAtry steamed cause those were their dreams

Dashed, crushed, and smashed by the Deep State

And farther below the Antifa subs glowed

Prepared to make A-mer-ic-a great

And the party boats go as the mariners all know

With the torpedos of BLM deployed.

 

In a bar-b-que hall in Austin they prayed,

In the Redneck’s sweet, sticky cathedral

Cook’s triangle chimed till it rang twenty-nine times

For each SeaDoo lost in the armada

The legend lives on from the MAGA-Q on down

Of Lakes Travis and dim Havasu ass

Trump, it is said, could not care less if they were dead

When the submarines of Antifa came early...

Comments

[Nikki in nyc]

Can't help but laugh.