The Day We Took Our Country Back -- 1-6-21
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Dutch Uncle
* Tertia Optio * Defend the Constitution
ThatOwlWoman
Leftist Vermin
ThatOwlWoman
Leftist Vermin
ThatOwlWoman
Leftist Vermin
ThatOwlWoman
Leftist Vermin
Might have a new Cultsmasher in Stevie, when he tries to come back a few times.
ThatOwlWoman
Leftist Vermin
(With deep apologies to William Butler Yeats)
The Trumpening
Turning and turning in the miasmic vortex,
The audience cannot avoid the Tweeter;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Pandemic chaos is loosed upon the world,
The ignorance-filled tide swells, and everywhere
The ceremony of compassion is drowned;
The best are overwhelmed, while the worst
Revel in sedition and hate wrapped in the robes of their Savior.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Trumpening is at hand.
The Trumpening! Hardly are those words out
When a bloviating image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the Halls of Power
A shape with Big Mac'd body and a head of orange,
A gaze blank and pitiless as its begotten spawn,
Moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Jump ship as cowardly vermin.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That decades of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by clinking coin,
And what rough beast, its bone spurs gone at last,
Slouches towards Mar-a-Lago to golf.
The Trumpening
Turning and turning in the miasmic vortex,
The audience cannot avoid the Tweeter;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Pandemic chaos is loosed upon the world,
The ignorance-filled tide swells, and everywhere
The ceremony of compassion is drowned;
The best are overwhelmed, while the worst
Revel in sedition and hate wrapped in the robes of their Savior.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Trumpening is at hand.
The Trumpening! Hardly are those words out
When a bloviating image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the Halls of Power
A shape with Big Mac'd body and a head of orange,
A gaze blank and pitiless as its begotten spawn,
Moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Jump ship as cowardly vermin.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That decades of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by clinking coin,
And what rough beast, its bone spurs gone at last,
Slouches towards Mar-a-Lago to golf.
Dutch Uncle
* Tertia Optio * Defend the Constitution
Dutch Uncle
* Tertia Optio * Defend the Constitution
How Christian of you.
How would you know or are you just being bitter and hateful again?