As The Flash Point Passes
The pasted post, below, was originally posted on 31 May 2025
under the title As The Flash Point Nears.
It includes a satirical poem that I had written and
originally posted on16 August 2022.
During that time the satire has disappeared, replaced by
prophesy.
During that time the pot has been stirred, heated and
brought to boil.
Now it's just a matter of how much of that time do we have
left?
And as that time wends its tick-tick-tick-tock journey to
destiny, manifestations begin to manifest, and signs begin to sign.
Here is one of those manifestations.
The attack occurred in the early morning hours of
Saturday, June 14, 2025. The victims were Minnesota State Representative
Melissa Hortman and her husband, Mark Hortman, who were fatally shot in their
Brooklyn Park home.
The suspect is Vance Boelter, a 57-year-old man who
allegedly impersonated a police officer during the attacks. He was also charged
with the attempted murder of State Senator John Hoffman and his wife, Yvette,
in a related incident that same morning. Authorities described the events as a
politically motivated assassination.
Jenny Boelter, the wife of suspect Vance Boelter, was
detained for questioning on the morning of Saturday, June 14, during a traffic
stop in Onamia, Minnesota. She was found in a vehicle with her three daughters,
and inside the car police discovered a handgun, ammunition, cash, and
passports.
Here is the promised post.
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, nears, 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 Sudan or 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;
Repress your fears,
Let’s bring things
down
Around our ears.
