Conquistador Donald Trump.

I was going through some of my old vinyl records when I came upon “Conquistador” by Procol Harum – recorded with the Edmonton Symphony Orchestra – and thought how much this music video fits Donald Trump.

Donald, you’re a sad, tired, boring old fool who’s greatness is only in your imagination. Instead of conquering the world you’ve made the United States the laughing stock of the world. Even the Swiss are laughing at you.

You have truly gone far beyond your ‘Peter Principle’ level of incompetence. You should have quit before you won. Now everyone knows you are just a tired old fool.

Conquistador lyrics:

Conquistador your stallion stands in need of company
And like some angel’s haloed brow
You reek of purity
I see your armor plated breast
Has long since lost its sheen
And in your death mask face
There are no signs which can be seen
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Conquistador a vulture sits, upon your silver sheath
And in your rusty scabbard now, the sand has taken seed
And though your jewel-encrusted blade
Has not been plundered still
The sea has washed across your face
And taken of its fill
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Conquistador there is no time, I must pay my respect
And though I came to jeer at you
I leave now with regret
And as the gloom begins to fall
I see there is no, only all
Though you came with sword held high
You did not conquer, only die
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind

 

 

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