As The Flash Point Nears

As the flash point induced by all the calls: to general mayhem and violence, to kill people not toeing the line, to kill judges for judging, to drive SUVs into crowds that smell like diversity, to spray peaceful gatherings with vast magazines of 223 caliber bullets that tumble when they enter flesh and blood and can be dispersed with automatic weapon rapidity, to honor, worship and obey the fuhrer, and to kill all who don't, and to just plain get on with bugaloo, I am reposting this poem and comments I originally offered as satire.

I am re-posting it today, now that we see the post Constitution lay of the land with its attendant prediction of imminent reality.

It is, sadly, no longer satire.

MAGA got their election.

But they are not getting their expected place in the scheme of things.

As donnie is going to discover, when you unleash the sort of hate and horror that he has unleashed, the horror only grows and feeds on itself, the hate justifies self-feeding violence and it grows and grows until it ultimately and catastrophically plays itself out, and nothing is left to fight over.

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Originally posted 16 August 2022

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Of Course, I expect all who read this to realize it is total irony, and the fact is that in another, related post I said I might write this poem. donnie is a clear and present danger and his devil's spawn are going to bring the "rest of us" down such that we end up no better off than Afghanistan.  

 Blood and gore;

Let’s have a war;

Attack, attack;

And don’t look back;

They’re after donnine;

Not Louie or Johnny;

The gauntlet’s down;

Across the town;

And all over this whole great country;

So get your guns;

Get you knives;

Kiss your kids;

Kiss your wives;

And let’s all take back this country:

From the wimps;

From the queers;

From the blacks;

 And send out jeers;

To all those who would try to stop us;

Be sure to be loud and raucous;

About how we won’t be replaced;

And we won’t ever be chased;

Out of this place;

That we created;

With our white male christian toil and sweat;

And we will never let;

The other take it from us;

So:

Blood and gore;

Let’s have a war;

Attack, attack;

And don’t look back;

It’s our destiny;

For you and me;

Let’s bring this whole thing down

Around our ears.