BILLINGSGATE POST: Tonight, at the Democrat National Convention, 83 year-old Paul Anka will croon an old melody that was released by him in 1959 that celebrates the affair that Kamala Harris had with then San Francisco mayor, Willie Brown:
Put your heels on my shoulders
Hold me in your arms, baby
Squeeze me oh-so-tight
Show me that you love me too…
It is scheduled that Anka will sing this haunting melody prior to President Biden’s keynote address endorsing Kamala Harris to take his place on the ticket after she pulled the rug from underneath his sneakers a few weeks ago.
In an interview today with George Staphylococcus:
“That tribute from Paul Anka will be very nice, Mr. President. But we haven’t heard a peep from Kamala Harris since she pulled that coup on you. The Nation misses hearing her cackle when she dodges a question.”
POTUS: “That’s ironic. The only assignment I ever gave her was to fix the border crisis and it backfired. I told her to work on a more
appropriate cackle before I send her on another mission.”
George: It would seem that during the Afghanistan debacle you would have wanted her by your side to support you.”
POTUS: “Au contrarie. I told her to pack as many of her pantsuits as she could and take Air Force Two for a long trip to nowhere. She was told not to land until I gave the order. We just kept refueling to keep her in the air and out of sight.”
Then, not missing a beat, the President stood up, and with his devilish smile, do-wopped the final verse:
Put your heels on my shoulders
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear, baby
Put your heels on my shoulders…
Dr. Slim: “Who woulda thunk the sumbitch could sing?”
Dirty: “Yo, Dr. Dude. He nailed it. Can’t believe he remembered the lyrics.”
