"Xmas Town", abandoned by ground hogs and dodo's, the de javu reruns, regurgitate replays, in a trickle down economics, slippery slop of bipartisan vomit, puking their guts out, drenched in disingenuous blabber. It's more like a study in farce-ology, Xmas Town, has a revolving door in the center of town, where an army of suits from the lost and found, a parade of Con-us John's. Pockmarked with rabbit holes, the ostrich like Con-us elected officials bury their heads in the sand. They legislate through sellout, mental masturbation. Walled in by discarded Christmas trees, to the north is Canadastan to the southwest Mexiraq, two of Xmas Town's closest enemies. The Christmas Trees are set on fire, like a bonfire celebrating isolationism and nationalism, in a rallying cry to nativism and tribalism. The chest beating, thumpers are known as humanures, in a shit storming pileup. Xmas Town has a pasty faced white patina surrounded by belching smoke stakes, plumbed with lead pipes, so the drinking water made of recycled hogwash.Xmas Town has become a TV reality show, reedited into a noir/tidy whitey, satirical Borat type movie, showcasing a doomsday escapades of a riot in calamitous Cirque Folies Bergere. "Xmas Town" with a circus like atmosphere, under the big top, on the dark side of the buffoon, the overshadowing larger than life Huge=Boner gone viral. What appears to be a cult of personality, making a pilgrimage to Mired Pharsgo, to kiss the scrotum of "Emperor Humanure", his lubricated 9 iron used as a way of members of the Repugnant party elite, self shaft obsequiously. Like a symbolic stampede of elephants and donkeys, colliding head-on, the junk mania, crash course in self obliteration, gains traction. It's become a socio-political shithouse; Headbangers vs. Deadheads, throwbacks to The proverbial shit storm hit the fan and the fecal spatter has turned Xmas Town a ghostly white. The existential thread has poked the eye of the needling, rhetorical shyster, crap-box hyperbole. Exposing the eyesore King Con and his mob of humanure John's, the Pandora box rejects overdosing on self serving junk. Another words, there are no words to describe, the scatology of goofball slinging, mud-wrestling in real time, in the public mosh pit. The capitol latrine and fecal knuckle headed humanures, smear campaign, goes viral. The pissing contest has the humanures, a sub specious primate invertebrate; "thug slugs" storming the slippery slope of self aggrandizement and ultimately self nihilistic annihilation. Welcome to Xmas town, where everyday is Xmas in Xmas town. And the centerpiece is the Whitewash House, a glass house/house of cards, artificially lit by a strobing black light. It's ruled by King Con and his emasculated mob of ass kissing John's, in a gang banging lineup, to King Con's Bombshell Blonde's homage to misogyny.Xmas Town, with a backdrop of skyscrapers toppling, capitalism burns in effigy, while two unsung heroes, file a class action suit against El President "Crooked Don". T-Rump, They are defending the Native people, the Manhattoes, who were forcibly removed from their homes, at the southern tip of Spamerica (which was once known as the island of Manhattan). El Presidente "Crooked Don" T-Rump has claimed eminent domain. He has had the Manhattoes moved the northern end of Spamerica AKA Xmas Town, to the shanty town of Albya, which recently was hit by a devastating. 8.5 earthquake and a tsunami. Xmas Town AKA Spamerica refuses to help the Manhattoes. As the bonfire burns and the belching smoke stacks send soot and ash into the air, Xmas jingles continue to play ad nauseum