Possum Poot update

It was a somber gathering at the watering hole. Even the evil librul Professor Phineas Phogbottom was subdued and making his own efforts to console the Rev. Dr. Elbert the Eggplant Farmer. I, as the mayor—I’m sorry, I’m now addressed as “The Donald”—felt it my duty to make a showing that we here in Possum Poot worship and adore our President Trump. Besides, such gatherings are a good exercise in heaping abuse and ridicule on those despicable libruls. We consider it a form of spiritual exercise to do this; quite often an impromptu prayer meeting will break out.

Our entire purpose was to help/ console Elbert. Seems all this tradewar stuff had diminished his income to the point where he’s losing his farm and house. With a shaky voice, he stood up and made the announcement and further swore his love and support to the president.

I watched him and the gathering as this all transpired; we are a tight community. Our token (invited) librul left, disgusted, muttering, “of the stupid people, by the stupid people, and for the stupid people.” The door closed behind him just as the first beer bottle hit it.

Come visit Possum Poot, where the truly righteous people dwell in lockstep and harmony! STEVE GIBSON Little Rock