Monthly Archives: August 2017

Where Can I Go?

The Congressional Republicans and the Democrats are just two wings of the same Government Ruling Class.  I had hoped that the 2010 election that saw a number of Tea Party additions to the Congress would give the Republicans some spine, but their actions and inactions over the past seven months has caused me to see no alternative but a new Conservative Party. Consider that the Republican led House and Senate have spent the last seven months holding hearings on the collusion illusion, investigating their own president, instead of investigating Loretta Lynch for obstruction of justice, Susan Rice and Samantha Power for unmasking American citizens, the Hillary pay for play State Department and the sale of our Uranium to the Russians to the immense financial profit of the Clintons. And who is Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein, now head man in the Justice Department for all matters relating to the Mueller investigation due to the recusal of Attorney General Sessions, apart from being in the Obama Justice Department for eight years? Consider that it was Rosenstein who wrote a memo recommending that Trump fire FBI Director James Comey, and after the firing Comey illegally leaked a classified government document to a friend to give to the NYT, saying he did it to get a Special Counsel appointed, and within hours Rosenstein appoints former FBI Director and Comey friend Robert Mueller to be Special Counsel and who immediately  assembled a team of Democrat activists to investigate Trump for collusion, and anything else Mueller wants to investigate, such is his power. I mention only briefly the failure of the Republican Congress to do what they promised to do for seven years, or for their sitting by and allowing the Democrats to savage, slander, stonewall and sabotage everything President Trump seeks to accomplish. Where can I go? I was born into a Democrat family and spent my early years a Harry Truman John Kennedy Democrat, but that Democrat Party no longer exists, and neither does the Republican Party of Ronald Reagan. Where can I go?

The swamp is full of scaly things
It’s full of snakes who think they’re kings
The Democrats and GOP
Are for themselves, not you and me
Eternal power’s what they seek
To keep them strong, the people weak
We have one Party, and not two
It’s purple, neither red nor blue
Republicans and Dems alike
Are riding on a tandem bike
Two seats, two pedals and two wheels
Disputing only which one steals
From whom and when, and I say jail
For both is due, and without bail

Brilliance

Today it has been reported that Special Counsel Mueller has seated a grand jury to investigate whatever it is he wants to investigate, so broad is the mandate given him by Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein, a man who spent eight years in the Obama, Holder and Lynch Justice Department. Consider: from the day after the election it was the stated goal of the Democrat Party and a sizable portion of the Republican Washington establishment to nullify the election and remove a sitting president from office; a Democrat led media storm falsely charging Russian collusion during the campaign; the false charge that the newly appointed Attorney General failed to disclose a meeting with the Russian ambassador that led Mr. Sessions to recuse himself from the investigation into the Russian collusion charge, resulting in the Democrats getting one of their own into position to appoint a Special Counsel to look for a crime that might have been committed by Donald Trump at any point in his life. And it worked brilliantly. President Trump and his entire family and administration are now at the less than tender mercy of a partisan prosecutor with an unlimited budget, unlimited time, unlimited scope, and a crack staff of professional Democrats to do the investigating. We are assured it will be an impartial investigation. Of course it will be impartial. Everyone knows that. The final act for the Democrats will be winning the House and Senate in 2018, which they intend to accomplish by obstructing everything President Trump tries to do, aided by at least three Republican Senators and the entirety of the Washington press corps, after which the House will vote impeachment and the Senate will convict, whatever the charges, despite the Constitution stating that removing a president from office must be for high crimes (treason) and misdemeanors committed while in office. The Democrats and a few Republicans seem willing to tear the country apart in pursuit of retaining power for the establishment governing class. The Democrats believe deep down inside that Republicans are enemies and act accordingly, and Republicans believe deep down inside that Democrats are colleagues.

And so elections mean not much
When winners in the end have lost
And losers have the Midas touch
And win no matter what the cost
To country and the rule of law
What matters is who makes the rules
Who gets to wield the power raw
And who decides who wears the jewels
Intoxicating is the feel
Of losing yet the loser wins
And force the other guy to kneel
And beg forgiveness for his sins
The dragon slayers laid their plans
And now to see the dragon fall
And make of winners also rans
And oh the brilliance of it all

The Entangled Swamp

The entire Washington swamp needs to be drained, Democrat and Republican alike, for they are entangled together in a giant ball of swamp gas. Cut from the same shoddy, they care not a fig for the rest of us except as direct sources of their wealth and privilege. A Chinese team has teleported an entangled photon from Earth to orbit, a distance of about 300 miles, besting the old Earth to Earth entangled photon teleportation by a good 200 miles. So we are progressing in the art of quantum teleportation, and very soon we will not be teleporting photons, but teleporting entangled objects to distant places, and after that teleporting entangled people cannot be far behind. There are difficulties, to be sure, but nobody believed a room full of people could be teleported from the ground to a higher point in space until Mr. Otis invented the elevator. The question is not will it happen, but whom shall we teleport, and to where.

Chuck Schumer is the man’s full name
A man that no one wants to keep
So he’ll be sent, to start the game
Into the Marianas Deep
Republicans oft give us pain
Their welcome here is at an end
A plus it is, a given gain
To pack them up and click on Send
I’d teleport the whole damn House
The Senate I’d put back to sleep
The loathsome lawyers I would douse
With perfume for large cons to keep
As roommates in their homey cells
To whisper sweet things in their ears
Their Gucci shoes the only tells
To show that lawyers too shed tears
To round it out I’d send her too
To a big pig sty in the sky
No names here please but you know who
Will fit right in, and so do I
I’d teleport myself, of course
To younger days, when full of pride
I’d saddle up my great white horse
And as the masked Lone Ranger ride
To drain the swamp of noisome slime
And laugh as scaly critters crawled
As fast as I can write a rhyme
As with the boiling oil I scald