A Day Late And A Democracy Short

And So That Was Christmas, And What Have You Done

December 26, 2025

Well, that’s two major holidays down and one to go. Festivus and Christmas are now in the books, with only the flogging and wishing a not-so-fond farewell to this year as we desperately drag in the next one. We here at Paying Attention™ will be hard at work in the coming days, finishing up our (hopefully not too dire) predictions for 2026. The first installment is expected later today, so don’t stray too far. Unless Santa left you some Rent-A-Coma, then by all means, knock yourself out…so to speak.

For today, we have a little poem for your listening pleasure:

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and all o’er the place,

We still have to deal with that loud orange face.

He’s ruining ev’rything, that’s all he does.

We wish that he isn’t, we wish he was was.

 

We woke after Christmas, hoping he’d gone,

But we’re still in the clutches of Dangerous Don.

He talked to a child re Santa before Christmas day,

And all he could muster was “I won PA.”

He’s bombing and killing and fucking up shit,

We have to get rid of this gutless half-wit.

We can’t draw or quarter or feather and tar,

But off he must go, he has gone too, too far.

 

The menacing clown will bring down us all,

If we don’t do something to hasten his fall.

We’ll march in the streets again when it gets warm,

Meantime let’s hope we’re not fatally harmed.

 

So here’s to us winning, and ousting this fraud.

Let’s hope there is something resembling God,

To send this old psycho far, far away,

And get back our lives by next Christmas Day*

 

We hope your holidays are going well. Thank you for your attention to this matter. Oh, and fuck Donald Trump to infinity and beyond.

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*If not a fuck of a lot sooner!

Your friends at Paying Attention™