Is it just me or is the White House Christmas tree by the First Faux Lady of this most racially sensitive coup-administration looking mighty white?

The Arrival features three black-masked slaves and one “White Ho.”
Is it just me or is the White House Christmas tree by the First Faux Lady of this most racially sensitive coup-administration looking mighty white?
The Arrival features three black-masked slaves and one “White Ho.”
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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The People Yes
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
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Santa Claus should be careful if he goes to the White House and says, “Ho, ho ho!” No telling who might show up.
I’d be expecting Jackin’ Jill, JoeBlow, and Kameltoe.
Let’s toss in Hillary. We could have a Barbershop Quartet. Of course, once Kameltoe opened her mouth, Willie Brown might join in.
willie brown and his brown willie
don’t be silly
So then we’d have, what? Jackin’ Jill, JoeBlow, Kameltoe, and Krunt?
Willie and his silly
Caramel swillie
She be veep
Man,gettin deep…
and throaty
Our Potemkin White House
Jill’s a shill
She hatin on Christmas
A collective’s her cup of tea.
Joe’s in the basement
Readin a statement
’bout how little he thinks of thee.
They scoured the country
That oil shale and weath’r hath kilt
And all they could find was this tree.
If Joe, Jill and Hunter and Hillr’y
By the morrow were catched on fire
On not one of them wouldst I pee.
Hey Casey, that is really good. An instant Christmas classic!
The Faux without the mask is indication of, “Rules for thee but not for us. Sucker!” She be betta than usins.
God…I hate those fuckers.
Wow! Some tree!
Decorated with spinach and ricotta cheese vomitus.
Only thing missing is Joe hanging over the tree from the ceiling dressed in a diaper. [Joe is dressed in the aforementioned diaper, not the ceiling. Clarity counts in these confusing times.]
I miss Melania’s Christmas decorations: here’s the 2019 White House tree and all the trimmings (including the “Be Best” tree ornament).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgAAdNaL4oM&ab_channel=TrumpWhiteHouseArchived
Maybe this short video will be a palate cleanser for the present holiday atrocity.