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How Would Jesus Vote?
By Mark Stucky
Would Jesus vote for striking others’ cheeks in tweets?
Would Jesus vote for grabbing others’ genitals?
Would Jesus vote for separating children from parents?
Would Jesus vote for ceaseless scandals and lies?
Would Jesus vote for prideful arrogance and bragging?
Would Jesus vote for juvenile insults and name-calling?
Would Jesus vote for tantrums and narcissism?
Would Jesus vote for alienating national allies…
while coddling dangerous demagogues?
Would Jesus vote for enabling the rich to get richer…
while the poor become ever more impoverished?
Would Jesus vote for following false profits and prophets?
Would Jesus vote for a president twice-impeached?
Would Jesus vote for a peer-convicted felon?
Would Jesus vote for immunity from justice?
Would Jesus vote for insolence and insurrection?
Would Jesus vote for revenge and retribution?
Would Jesus vote for ends justifying the means?
Would Jesus vote for devotion to deceptive idols?
Would Jesus vote for destroying our democracy?
Would Jesus vote to make America hate again?
On the ballot, what would Jesus do?
We should all surely vote that way too.
(See also my related poems “The Art of the Devilish Deal,” “The 2023rd Psalm,” and “Tweeting the Truth in Love.”)
(Image by Edmond Dantès on Pexels.com.)
He writes op-eds for Fox and admires Don Bongino, Ed Henry, Brian Kilmeade,
Trey Gowdy, Bill Hemmer, Will Cain, Jason Chaffetz, Stuart Barney, Jesse Watters, Raymond Arroyo, Tucker Carlson, Laura Ingraham, Mark Levin, Pete
Hegseth, Greg Gutfeld, and Lou Dobbs.
He predicted as a result of the 2020 election the country would be bitter, democrats would be blamed for making Trump into a monster, they would lose their power within two years and be considered a radical party.
He predicted that Biden would have no popular support, would not be able to put through any legislation, would never have a nominee for Supreme Court Justice and would eventually be relieved of his duties.
Even though most saw Trump as vulgar, uncouth, divisive and eccentric, Hanson would still vote for him. He saw Trump as a builder, dynamic leader, a regular guy from Queens and a better choice even with his bad boy attitude.
It began as a day like any other,
In the oceans deepest depths,
Until a Kiwi and an Ausi,
Decided to have a picnic at the bottom of the Ocean,
In the deepest part of the Mariana Trench.
They arrived with both flags flying,
Inside the only submersible of its kind,
Nick named The Limiting Factor.
A toast to Sir Edmond they said,
We knocked this bugger off,
And reached two kilometres deeper than
He went higher.
I think we have done enough for an Anzac Biscuit,
And a Vegemite Sandwich,
Even if the rest of the world thinks us nuts,
And can't understand how the two of us,
As different as chalk and cheese,
Can occupy such a small space,
At the same time,
And both come back alive to tell the tale.
Maybe there is a lesson there,
For those who don't know,
How to occupy the same house,
Little own a single room together,
With someone who talks different,
Looks different,
Smells different,
And wears s a different hat.
Of course we do have the advantage of,
Having the supply of,
Anzac Biscuits and Vegemite Sandwiches,
Pretty much sown up
https://www.stuff.co.nz/science/124823189/historymaking-109km-anzac-dive-to-the-bottom-of-the-mariana-trench
Before Its Asking
Only a Poet
can grow lilies
in the asphalt
Only a Poet
can dry laundry
in the rain
Only a Poet
can answer a question
before asking
Only a Poet
can cheat death
— from the grave
**********
The Bravado Of Pander
Self-endowed warriors
skirt the edges of danger
Lost approbation
their instincts to hunt
Dodging slings and arrows
of outraged propriety
The bravado of their pander
— in love with itself
*********
Lost Aspiration
Freedom
an outrage
to those
in their prisons
Its arrogance
and swagger
threatens
their bars
To wander
a cell
their chosen
vocation
In lost
aspiration
dying forever
— alone
**********
Everest Measures
The great majority
content to be average
But a few stir their actions
to test limits and law
The difference between
the strongest and weakest
Everest measures
— and Sir Edmond recalled
**********
Dicere Maximus
Say It Big
Say It Bigger
Say It Biggest
— BUT SAY IT
********
Foretelling
The magic portendo
seducing the stillness
Alone in the shadows
— at home in the dark
(The New Room: June, 2026)
The Edmond Fitzgerald was a tanker bold, twenty five thousand tons
of cargo, she held in her hole.
A crew of twenty seven sailors, a captain and a mate sailed the stormy waters
of a Michigan Great Lake.
She cruised out under a clear blue sky: they stood on the decks
as the waves slipped by.
They saw the sea birds turn away and saw the flags flutter
and the tackle swing and sway.
Sailing in the haze of the coming night, dropped her tug at the last buoy
light, trimmed her speed and headed for the south, took the wind on her bow
and a bone in her mouth.
Her radio was warning danger when came the first morn, from
out of the northern waters roared a winter storm.
The first of the season with rain and thunder, with her hole full
of cargo, she threatened to go under.
Fearful was the squall that struck her straight away and bowed
her down to her waterway.
She rose and fell on foamy swells that swept her deck
clean in a roaring hell.
The sailors below and no time to dress, she clashed and clanged
In her tangled distress.
She wallowed and floundered in a deadly death roll and
broke apart at the number six hole.
It took only minutes for the storm to take her down;
not a trace of her passing was ever to be found.
The Edmond Fitzgerald was never to be seen again, a testament
to the power of a Lake Superior wind.
as our eyes met
as our eyes met
a thunderous spark
detonated in my heart
a sudden tsunami
of years of ancient history
in some telepathic wave
taking my breath away
i understood in an instant
it had all been a charade
how things really happened
the day we met
IT WAS HE
who noticed me across the room
and elbowed his buddy
who haphazardly reacted to the nudge
by flashing his big bright smile my way
and it just so happened our eyes locked
changing history
yes IT WAS HE
who was going through a rough patch
encouraged his friend to pursue me
and offer me a ride home
that’s how i fell for the clown
but today years later
his eyes betrayed him revealing
IT WAS HE
who had been in love with me all along
and here i'd been duped
ironically a victim to my very own version
of the classic Cyrano de Bergerac love triangle
dazed i stood in staggering awe
of what could have been
Read on air by invitation ~ April 4, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
(reference to my favorite, the most wonderful and famous play CYRANO DE BERGERAC written by Edmond Rostand)
You will discover how my keen mind works
Through books I’ve read, or rather, through their quirks.
I leap into unknown as pages turn,
As chapters fly I find where I belong.
To fight and win the hero’s wars I yearn
While my adventures move the plot along.
I roam through distant worlds in every book,
I delve into the author’s shared insight.
I’m Tom, I’m Robinson, I’m Captain Hook,
An English orphan, a Round Table Knight.
I taste survival grip in Love of Life,
My Gatsby’s in pursuit of a green light,
Edmond Dantes’ obsessive revenge drive -
His vengeance burns until the wrongs are right.
Can’t help falling in love with Princess Bride,
I wear an Iron Mask - my grand disguise,
With loyal Dr. Watson by my side,
I’m charismatic Bond, spy of all spies.
I laugh out loud at cantankerous Grinch
Who holds angelic villagers in fear,
Bet beloved Dr. Seuss didn’t flinch
At placing Grinch’s sneer against Christmas cheer.
As pages turn into unknown I leap -
The realm I enter is mine to keep.
September 7, 2026