Monthly Archives: July 2017

The Conspirators

It began the day after the election. The political establishment united, Democrat and Republican, Deep State Intelligence and Federal Agencies, to remove the upstart Trump from office as quickly as possible, by any means necessary. And those means included then, and include now, a treasonous coup d’état. It began immediately with the false accusation, and the accusers knew it was false, that the Trump campaign had colluded with the Russian government to steal the election. The removal of General Flynn on charges as yet not presented was the first step, and the appointment of former FBI Director Mueller as Chief Counsel to investigate a non-existent crime is the capstone of the plot to put the establishment back in power. The leaks are felonies, with serious jail time, and so the conspirators have a lot riding on the success of the coup, though there is no guarantee that a President Pence would allow it to go unpunished. I don’t believe shooting congressmen was in the plans, but now that it has happened it will be difficult to return to the planned non-violent treason.

Contrary to the rumor
It isn’t only Schumer
Who got on board with plans to unseat Trump
McCain and Lindsay Graham
Were fine with all the mayhem
Involved with plans the Deep State had to dump
The president elected
For someone they’ve selected
To keep in place the all-important swamp
We don’t want no outsiders
They cry, and no outriders
We like our lovely circumstance and pomp
We like our lobby money
And Trump will stop the honey
From drizzling on our waffles and our cakes
We’ll rid us of this nuisance
And thus restore our puissance
And do it quite regardless what it takes

The Law Of Inevitability

Thanks to the Democrats and their lapdog media, the country is well on the road to divorce, and it will be very messy, if not bloody. If one half of the country is intent on a given course of action, even though the success of the action is highly unlikely, the law of very large numbers makes the likelihood of the improbable happening not at all improbable. For instance, the current rage filled HardLeft attempt to destroy the Trump presidency increases its chances of happening the larger the number of traitorous people in the Congress, the FBI and the Intelligence agencies engage in the effort to destroy it. The reason is the law of inevitability, which states that every possible outcome has an equal chance of occurring, and while the chance of any one of the possible outcomes occurring is very close to zero, one of them must. This is why the non-bloody coup attempt by the Democrats has, because of the shootings of Republican congressmen in Alexandria, changed from a non-bloody track to a bloody track, and therefore the law of inevitability has changed, and a bloody coup is now more likely to occur than a non-bloody one, simply because once the shooting starts, it is extremely difficult to stop it short of one side winning and one side losing.

He fired shots heard ‘round the world
This Bernie Sanders gruntled guy
Who took to heart the frothing rage
And listened to the revenge cry
Of leftists who shriek it is theirs
The government, the earth, the sky
That victory was stolen and
Legitimacy they deny
The barricades! The Red and Black!
Govern us? Just let them try!
We’ll shoot them down
And not ask why
This country’s ours
And you must die

When The Fog Horn Blows

The country is in a perilous state, groping for land in a deep, swirling fog. The HardLeft has initiated armed conflict, and there will be a response. The HardLeft laughingly puts on a play in Central Park in which a caricature of President Trump gets knifed to death every night to wild applause, the audience never expecting any pushback. But there was. A peaceful pushback, but the next one might not be so peaceful. They have asked for it, have the HardLeft, and they will not like what they get. The fog will not lift anytime soon, and the horn is sounding somewhere in the rock filled icy mist.

When the fog horn blows
Then the danger’s near
When the fog horn blows
Will then someone hear
In the swirling fog
Sharpened rocks surround
While the pounding surf
Roars with crashing sound
But does no one hear
Perhaps no one cares
All are busy at
Rearranging chairs