Mere moments ago, courtesy of a YouTube introduction, they opened my ears to SongBird, who has alighted on a branch that’s gently swaying in the winds of change. Thanks to the Interwebs, she is now omnipresent; perched outside ALL of our Windows.
For the benefit of all concerned souls, her joyous song, Let it Go, resolutely reassures us that there’s still hope for America; our home world.
Let’s all revel in her oh so delightful warbling, bask in her clearheaded message that refutes the temperamental Twittering Trump’s unTrue Tweets that he still rules the roost; rejoice in her tough love approach of informing Tweety that he must now  accept responsibility for all of his foul words and deeds,  concede he lost,  promptly molt his business suit,  test flap his political wings and  prepare to fly south for the winter where he must winter within his Mar-a-Lago gilded cage, forevermore.
Most assuredly, Tweety should feel damned lucky that, at least for the moment, he won’t be facing down the retribution that transcends the voters’ legally cast ballots, which have booted him out of his DC nest. Were justice to ever prevail, that li’l birdbrain would get ensnared in the legal system’s punishment, that is due him, for flagrantly flipping the bird at the laws of God and (wo)man.
Indeed, were fair play truly in play, it’d be high time for that birdbrain to become a jailbird; for dud orange Don to don orange duds!
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