Steve Bannon banned from Twitter, YouTube, and now Vimeo apparently: https://vimeo.com/bannonswarroom

For those of us without cable TV, where can we find this now?

Twas the Night Before Voting

Twas the night before Voting and all through the House The Democrats were shouting, not at all like a mouse. The Trumpster was done, no need for a trial, His loss shouted out, by the Media with smiles.

Democrats were screaming “THE TRUMPSTER IS DEAD!” With visions of Donald, who lives in their head, Swinging and dangling, his face turning blue, Fulfilling their dreams of a third world coup.

The Pubbies were furious, the Dems filled with joy, Their votes would fulfill, the outcome their ploy. When across our great nation there arose such a clatter We sprang from our fury to see what was the matter.

The pollsters had lied, the Mainstreams misled, It’s the people rejecting, what the liars had said. The moon shone like searchlights exposing the scam, This partisan, sickening Democrat sham.

Then what to our wondering eyes did appear, The Donald decked out, in full battle gear. Handsome and tall, so lively and quick, And make no mistake, in hand a big stick.

More rapid than eagles his twitters they came, Exposing the lies of the Democrat’s game.

“Now Nancy, now Jerry, now Adam, now Mueller, On Biden, on Comey, on Brennan, on Schumer. To the massive rejection, to the crash of your polls, Back to your basements, you blood-sucking trolls!”

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, Impeachment was scattered and now it has died. You Democrats gambled, you listened to polls, No thought that the people would spoil your goals.

So over the Dems the people they flew, With outrage and anger, their President, too!

And soon in a twinkling the vote will be tallied, Right after the Donald's, Grand Rapids rally!! The Donald laughed loud, final polls now reported , The Democrats know, Biden will be aborted.

“Watch out, here comes the Republican vote! You partisan hacks, it will stick in your throat. The price you will pay you will always remember, The first payment is due on the third of November!”

Wrapped in the flag from his head to his toe, He’ll survive their barrage which is nothing but show. A sack full of tweets that are going to bite, Trump comes like a warrior who’s ready to fight.

Dems covered their ears, but should have been listeners, The Donald is known for taking no prisoners. His eyes how they twinkled, his outlook so bright, In spite of the nonsense, he doesn’t lose sight.

His mind’s aim is deadly, a shaft from a bow, And the hair on his head has a soft golden glow. The charge from his God he holds tight in his teeth, And God’s grace encircles his head like a wreath.

He had a calm look, determined to win, That rankled the Media, got under their skin. In spite of their lies, he’s a jolly old guy, Who believes that our limit, is only the sky.

A wink of his eye and his promises keep, Will give me great peace, tonight when I sleep.

He twitters and tweets but goes straight to his goals, Improving the lives of all of our souls. He’s filled all our stockings in just four short years, Putting behind us, our eight years of tears.

And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod up our chimney he goes. He sprang to his airplane, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

Then I heard him exclaim flying off to his work,

“Democrat socialists, your freedoms they take, They’ll destroy America, unless you awake. To all who are patriots you need to remember, Your vote will be crucial the third of November!”

The last thing I heard as Trump thundered from sight,

“HAPPY VOTING TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!”

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