New York Times accused of 'sanewashing' Trump post with report on dumping 'brown liquid'

[gfarber]

9. The Royal Flush

King Trump took a jet for a ride,
With a crown and some ego to guide.
He dumped from the sky,
On protesters nearby—
A brown rain he could barely hide.

In a video proudly displayed,
Where AI and delusion parade,
He soared through the mist,
With a fecal-armed fist—
A monarch of memes poorly made.

The Times tried to soften the blow,
Calling filth just a "brown liquid" show.
Their phrasing quite neat,
Sanewashed the tweet,
While readers said, "Come on, we know."

The protesters shouted, "No kings!"
But Trump had some airborne flings.
From his fantasy throne,
He let judgment be flown—
In jets full of crappy misgivings.

The press tried to walk a fine line,
Between satire and sewage in brine.
But with “liquid” so vague,
They entered a plague—
Of readers who rolled eyes online.

With a digital flush from above,
He rained down what none could call love.
Yet headlines so clean,
Masked the obscene—
As though filth wore a velvet glove.