Wednesday, November 09, 2016
The Person Who Listened to Experts
(or Style)
Now observes his chortling opponents
laying in more salt.
They may never get beyond rubbing it in.
It is, and will be, a frenzy unending.
Until? They'll be dispatched for refusing
to do their actual job.
Their style pervading as it always has.
Labels: election, political revenge, polls, ridicule, rubbing salt
Thursday, October 01, 2015
Primer on American Exceptionalism
-They closed down the government again!
-Did anyone notice? But, why do we live in such
crappy times?
-Don’t blame MY party. We’re not eating fire
and shitting gold bricks for our greedy clients!
-No, you’re just laying down.
-Sheer fatigue! Anyway, you deal with the
government you got! Just placed my nephew
in a department.
-Which one?
-Not saying. They’ll try destroying that one first.
Labels: bureaucracy, cowardly opposition, greed, party, Party of Rich, political revenge, shut government
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Night of Disaster
-Hey! Like where’s the breathing space? Us to mourn,
them to gloat.
-My office seven am!
-Postmortem?
-We start hitting! Hitting! Smashing!
-Any particular...?
-Four-pronged attack!
-Fork them, hey?
-Sabotage everything they propose!
-They haven’t yet.
-Their platform leads us to ruin! Ruin!
-Socialism, Communism, and any other ism I can invent?
-Gattling gun!
-Don’t we usually start by pretending to cooperate?
-Not this time. It’s war!
-They’re...actually blocking the postmistress of
Glurch, Idaho from private gynecological care!
-Specific things like that. Bingo!
-I get it, but’ll become persona non grata among my Georgetown latte friends.
-Go after the fairies too!
-Hey! Like where’s the breathing space? Us to mourn,
them to gloat.
-My office seven am!
-Postmortem?
-We start hitting! Hitting! Smashing!
-Any particular...?
-Four-pronged attack!
-Fork them, hey?
-Sabotage everything they propose!
-They haven’t yet.
-Their platform leads us to ruin! Ruin!
-Socialism, Communism, and any other ism I can invent?
-Gattling gun!
-Don’t we usually start by pretending to cooperate?
-Not this time. It’s war!
-They’re...actually blocking the postmistress of
Glurch, Idaho from private gynecological care!
-Specific things like that. Bingo!
-I get it, but’ll become persona non grata among my Georgetown latte friends.
-Go after the fairies too!
Labels: political loss, political revenge
