Dedicated to all the enlightened women,
progressives and social justice warriors
marching, disrupting, and having public tantrums
in and around our nation’s capitol
up to and including January 21st.
Auguries of Inauguration:
Masked back-packing militants descend on DC. The instigators’ antics indicate true agitator’s instincts. When the rest buy it, the best…riot? Putin set the precedent by rootin’ for the President. As for the protestors—are they seeking to serve justice or just the Secret Service? Joined by thousands of patriot motorcyclists, the black-masked boast of hikers may be lost on a host of bikers. Hmmmm… the silent verve of our veteran friends proves that the violent serve wicked ends. The verge of silence may mean a surge of violence.
While snowflakes melt down, the state will clamp down as militants storm town. Eastern sages know: a mean Taoist turned teen Maoist may raise the base rating for race-baiting just to get a rise. Erasing a different face is not the same as facing a different race (and many of these mad Taoists seem a tad Maoist to me…) Opening the trunk, one forgets that elephants remember: when the mob rules, they rob mules. Democratic icons are stubborn things. Until the bandits are punished let’s banish the pundits to the hinterlands of fake news.
It’s inauguration time, Dumbo.
DONALD shall reign where e’er the sun
doth his successive journeys run;
his kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
till moons shall wax and wane no more.
To him shall endless prayer be made,
and praises throng to crown his head;
his Name like sweet perfume shall rise
with every morning sacrifice.
People and realms of every tongue
dwell on his love with sweetest song;
and infant voices shall proclaim
their early blessings on his Name.
Blessings abound where e’er he reigns:
the prisoner leaps to lose his chains,
the weary find eternal rest,
and all the sons of want are blest.
Let every creature rise and bring
peculiar honors to our King;
angels descend with songs again,
and earth repeat the loud Amen.
Please use LOTS of profanity
as you vent your righteous anger
against your new president-elect ,
your Lord and Savior,
the windswept Wizard of Wonderful.
(Don’t forget to bring a Mexican flag to your riot ☺)
The trumpet’s loud clangor
Excites us to arms
With shrill notes of anger
And mortal alarms.
The double, double, double beat
Of the thundering drum
Cries, hark! the foes come:
Charge, charge! ’tis too late to retreat.