Cool Hand Pat

You know you’ve been insulted when hep cat, bebop-a-lula, I don’t mean maybe, Beatitude Beat poet, Pat Robertson says Trump is not “cool” for turning his Storm Trooper dogs, armed with ominous weapons, on those peaceful demonstrators, in order to clear a path, like the parting of the Red Sea, so Trump could have that Bible-wielding photo op.

Robertson: “Yo-yo daddy-o! Not cool, shit-for-brains. Most definitely not cool.  You see what I’m saying, Jim? When you do that nasty ass stuff with the Holy Book, you be dissing my main man, Nazzy Jay-C., The Big G, The Man Upstairs. See what I’m saying, dog?”

Trump: “I don’t need a seeing eye dog, padre”

Robertson: “Man oh man, Bunker Baby Boy, you just too lame for the game. Dig?”

Trump: “I went down in that bunker to inspect it.”

Robertson: “Inspect it? Whatchoo gonna inspect, Willis? Huh, boy? What?? You be checking to see if it gots a window for your KFC deliveries?”

Robertson laughs, shakes his head, bends over, and slaps his knees.  He straightens up, reaches in his pocket, pulls out a harmonica and begins to play…

Robertson: “Check out this blue-eyed soul, white boy.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-Qn9CVnpmc