Injustice For All
a slap on the wrist
unaccountable justice?
Acosta Epstein...
countless of women are pissed
a signed sketch denier's been seen
Ignorance, confidence-- what you need--
Just two things in all life to succeed.
Mark Twain said this long back
For an awkward knave jack,
Here is Trump to prove him right indeed.
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Happenings |20.09.2025| Humour, politician, USA
When Trump Money Talks
Life-forms cringe crinkle and close
Civilitys' Quest
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Notes:
1. Unfit for public office (psychological)
2. Abuse of power (statement/s of revenge on opponents)
3. Unconstitutional ~ Use of military in domestic police powers (stated claim).
4. Unconstitutional ~ Executive invasion of Judicial Branch Perogatives (Supreme Court ~ "Capture").
5. Heading radical right wing groups CALLING FOR A NEW CONSTITUTIONAL CONVENTION (The number of Republican State legislatures necessary is short by two)!
6. . . . [Stay tuned]
DEFINING AND DEFENDING CIVILIZATION
Jolly jelly-belly J.B. Pritzker
Your wife’s health you took pains not to risk her
Flew her on a private plane
While with Covid you raised Cain
Hypocrisy portrays you ~ tsk, tsk, sir
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J.B. Pritzker, Governor of Illinois, flew his wife
to Miami after imposing travel restrictions on
'all Illinoisans' and closing all schools and
most businesses during the 'Covid crisis'
of Spring, 2020.
Mikey, oh Mikey
you’re such a fake man
Your mouth full of marbles
and Trump’s dirty plan
You use your position
against all the poor
With lies and deceit
you pretend he’s the cure
A fake little Christian
invoking Christ’s name
Memorized words
you’re a fraud and a shame
You’re Donnie’s small boy
a con’s useful tool
A cheap wind-up doll
a disposable fool
There’s no place in Heaven
for liars and cheats
They all go to Hell
and become Devil treats
So stop all your lying
and outrageous claims
And prepare for eternity
burning in flames
They crowd around their leader
unqualified, unfit
Vying for some action
all chomping at the bit
They’ve given-up democracy
their morals are all gone
Instead they honor Donald Trump
a two-bit, traitor con
They don’t want an America
with those who aren’t White
They’d rather burn it to the ground
and threaten that they might
They’re homophobic bigots
and condemn those who are trans
Scared of life, scared of love
they punish them with bans
Like preachers, they quote scripture
hang crosses from their chains
But then deport small children
far away, alone, on planes
The MAGA base is poisoned
hating all that’s not the same
Then praise an unfit moron
who’s a fool and has no shame
We won’t give-up our freedom
our vote, or right to talk
Together, we will march as one
resist, and walk the walk
If Trump were to croak, say, by choking on a slice of papaya,
how long before his ilk would see it as a heavenly sign and run it by a
biblical scholar who would then be given the imperative
to scour the Bible to come up with a plausible narrative
to prove that Trump's death was another example of a suffering messiah?
You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all the people some of the time, but you can’t fool all the people all of the time—Lincoln
Truth’s a slow lumbering giant
As his fools remain compliant
Lies bite and scurry
To a clueless jury
Nurtured to be spoiled and defiant
It lurks around each corner
at every stop he makes
In front of every camera
from the time he wakes
It’s everywhere he travels
each place he tries to hide
A friend of old, who’ll always be
right there by his side
He wants us to forget him
but he won’t go away
That pedophilic friend of his
with whom he used to play
It’s just too bad for Donald
Epstein’s Ghost will never die
His victims live to challenge
every perpetrator’s lie
Who would've thought he'd have so few days,
when they'd heaped on him all of God's praise.
For this then, they said, he'd been saved,
though they all knew he was depraved.
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Johnny get your gun
Red-Coats in D.C. - NO VOTES
BLEED FOR LIBERTY
Inspired by one witty Nate White, of Britain
I vote him in a year ago
Vainglory man with orange glow
We didn’t have another choice
The country spoke, a single voice
I hate him not, he is the boss
There’s way his power comes across
So much revealed as time goes
For us to find and him disclose
No class, no charm, no wit, but troll
No warmth at all in present role
No wisdom, honor, humor, grace
Insults dispatched when face-to-face
He can be nasty, don’t show soul
He bashes heads to reach one’s goal
Lack of nuance and spite don’t stop
Behaves like bull in china shop
Offensive, crass, with shallow scope
We pray and watch, while harbor hope
For better life and worldly peace
He's mostly driven by caprice
Not man of word, give and withdraw
Commits to Russia win the war
He shakes the world to see what comes
Yet some big plans are yielding crumbs
Ain’t no compassion, noble not
Aims cutting Middle Eastern knot
Amusing? No, this isn’t the case
Who are you, Mr. Orange Face?
August 30, 2025
Escaping Trump
They tell me the apartment I live in is posh
has three toilets and double locking doors
Each apartment has a garage in the basement
a quite murky place with rust-splattered walls
I'm sure Salazar used the place and
His secret police, one can assume, the rust is
human suffering.
Lately, many Americans have moved it to
the expensive flats on the top floors.
They appear as migrants fleeing from tyranny
reluctant to open doors to the food delivery
If he looks, sort of Mediterranean human
As I said to no one in particular, I have never
seen so many Quiet Americans
It’s been over nine years now
That the coup against Trump
Has been rolling and rolling on
Relentlessly.
First we had Russiagate
Starting at the very tip top
Flowing down the Deep State slope to
Settle into an investigation
Which did nothing
But tie up a legitimately elected administration
For years.
Then came the actual coup
With stolen election
And trumped up insurrection charges.
And when it became clear Trump wasn’t done
We got lawfare at it’s best,
Over and over again.
And when that failed
At least two assassination attempts
Certainly got everyone’s attention.
Today the lies of those infected with TDS
Continue to flow
Simply because nothing has changed
Within their minds,
And likely never will.
Is this a significant threat to law and order?
No, because the only ones with power today
Carrying on the coup
Are the media,
That is if you ignore the dozen or so states
Which carry on the resistance
Like WWII Japanese soldiers
Stranded on some island without a clue
The war they fought and lost ended long ago.
And yet the coup flows on
Soon to enter it’s second decade,
Which has to be a record
For any first world nation.
(8/22/25)
Some call him Mr. President
some call him Mr. Trump
Now he also will be known
as Putin’s little chump
He’s broken every oath he took
each word he speaks, a lie
He whispers words of secrecy
just like a Russian spy
The leaders all around the world
now see him as a foe
Still in awe, of how a jewel
is now a horror show
He greeted a known villain
with a welcome mat of red
As countless bombs rained on Ukraine
and innocents lie dead
He stands against democracy
a puppet and a fool
Schmoozing with the devil
he is Putin’s favorite tool
So now it’s all left up to us
to stop this fascist swing
For we, the People, will not serve
a tyrant or a king
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