Put Some Gay In Your Day, Dallas!

Tulsa, Tulsa, Tulsa!

Let us revisit Northeastern Oklahoma.

Rally.  I haven’t seen such a fuss about Tulsa since Oral Roberts died!  Our dear President was simply ecstatic about his planned rally in that great city last week.  Records had shown that it was going to be a sell out and an overflow area had been arranged.  Medical officials were aghast that most attendees were planning to attend unmasked (which, to me, aids in identifying the faithful) thus provoking a possible influx of COVID-19 cases later in the Sooner State.  To the dismay of dis President, actual attendance was a lackluster 6200ish with an attention span of 18 minutes.  Health officials are now more worried about a resulting spread of boredom.

Joking.  At said Tulsa rally, Brother Trump, in his infinite wisdom, claimed that the continued reporting of new coronavirus cases would be lessened if only new testing would cease.  What an inspired proclamation!  Just as new reported unwanted pregnancies would end if women would stop urinating on a plastic stick.  The man’s wisdom is unparalleled.  Of course, White House trade adviser Peter Navarro said Sunday that the remark was made “in jest.”  To which DT later responded, “I don’t kid.”  God Bless America.

Tulsa.  I’d just like to point out one thing.  Have you ever spelled Tulsa backwards?  Good thing Sister Melania didn’t go.