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GOMORRAH & Other Poems
The mostly-short rhyme/rhythm poems in this collection were written between November 2015 and February 2017, encompassing some 15 or so months of what was perhaps the most bizarre election season in the nation’s history, culminating in the election of businessman Donald Trump to the presidency. He was given virtually no chance by the premier political commentators, polling agencies, news media, and probably most of the public right up until the day to vote. Consequently, many of the verses deal with the election and government in general. During this period, the danger posed throughout the world by the Muslim jihadist-movement was greatly enhanced, with blood literally in the streets in countries like Iraq and cities like Aleppo in Syria. Domestically, racial tensions were stretched to the limit, never mind that the nation had elected an African-American to the presidency for two terms. Far from bringing about “togetherness,” whatever that is, his tenure was marked by civil unrest, weird movements like “Black Lives Matter” and “micro-aggression/safe-space,” and a virtual war on law enforcement, especially in cities like Chicago in which an average of more than two murders per day obtained in 2016. In the writer’s view, governance was mediocre at best and unbelievably disjointed at worst. Credible, strong leadership was practically non-existent in both the administration and the Congress. The Courts were stuck with trying to rule on whether or not men can marry each other, an insult to the intelligence, or exactly who may use what bathroom, as if signs indicating gender were not enough. Internationally, the president led from behind, a mode he established in his illegal undeclared and bloody war against defenseless Libya, an act of infamy which destroyed in real time for all time his legacy as a leader, whose obsession with race or how race impacts every issue or problem indelibly marked his tenure.
Except for the first three months or so, the writer suffered a series of serious health-setbacks, so many of the verses were written during the long dark nights when sleep was not an option but pain was. This allowed for much introspection that found its way into the effort, as well as an outward-observation that did the same with respect to cultures and matters worldwide.
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After taking office, Trump should have settled down to governing though a certain number of executive orders were necessary but without the accompanying fanfare. Instead, the president has turned his tenure thus far into a circus; consequently, respected members of even his own party are justifiably disgusted even though the antics of some have matched Trump’s for inanity and political harm.
Trump’s Campaign tweeting was necessary for getting out his message and combating a mostly hostile media, print and electronic. Now, it’s reprehensible and childish, indicative of a playground mentality and obvious waste of time. Matching tweet for tweet is like answering stupidity with stupidity.
An effective bombast mattered in the campaign, especially since Clinton’s success had been consensually accepted and needed to be neutralized by sheer numbers. Clinton was mean-spirited to trot out the “gold-star-father,” actually a lawyer with connections to the Clintons, to berate Trump for a war she, not Trump, supported while in the Senate, thus trying to con the average citizens by insulting their intelligence. Her mention of the basketful of deplorables (Trump supporters) was sickening, thus she was successfully ridiculed in the massive Trump rallies as insensative and out-of-touch.
Bombast-time is past and hopefully there will be no more rallies. Trump’s braggadocio might have been marginally effective in campaigning. Now, it’s boorish and often demeaning to both him and others. Big crowds create neither jobs nor reasonable presidential decisions. Using costly Air Force One for publicity stunts wore out its welcome with Obama.
There’s a fine line between an inferiority- and superiority-complex. Each can drive a sufferer into paroxysms of attention-demanding behavior. Trump seems afflicted with at least the latter and hasn’t learned that others have far more knowledge and experience than he. He made good choices for his cabinet (surprisingly) but needs to let the secretaries function without carping criticism.
His choices of a billionaire CEO for State and military generals for Homeland Security, Defense and the NSC were good in that these people are disciplined and have been inordinately successful; however, they’re as strong-willed as he—and as smart or smarter—so he should not bicker with or about them. They, like Trump, are accustomed to making decisions and giving orders and should not be expected to change. Dragging his family into places of prominence was a tragic mistake. Nepotism is okay in private enterprise but ugly in government.
In short, if Trump had done a 180 from campaign methods to governing, he would be sailing now. Instead, he, like Obama before him, is still in campaign mode. The most effective tool would have been shutting his mouth almost completely and growing another layer of skin. He’s done neither.
Other prominent republicans have helped Trump to suffer. For instance, high-profile Senators McCain, Rubio and Graham seem to have staffers searching congressional halls for the nearest TV “reporter/commentator/network-apparatchik” in order to appear nationwide throughout both day and night.
Each tries to conduct foreign policy, with McCain and Graham having insisted that Obama invade Libya and Syria, efforts both wrong-headed, foolish. McCain even had photo-ops with his choice of insurrectionists in both places (though Syria was doubtful, probably Lebanon) as recipients of U.S. weapons. All three waged unsuccessful presidential or veep campaigns, thus might suffer bouts of jealousy.
Other republican leaders have joined virtually the entire democrat contingent in Congress in going after Trump for the “Flynn affair,” Russian collusion (already investigated to exhaustion with no charges), the Comey-firing and anything else that might elicit simply being fed-up with Trump’s buffoonery but matching it themselves. Vengeance is a politician’s stock-in-trade, and party/individual-loyalty is often not observed when elections are more important than legislating.
Like Obama before him, Trump’s main problems have been self-inflicted, the result of a super-inflated ego with tongue in gear before brain engaged. The one redeeming feature: Hillary Clinton is not president, and the Russians had nothing to do with that.
And so it goes.
A Hymn of Justice:
O God of Right (pdf).
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Thoughts for the Day:
Thoughts for the Day:
[day of infamy]
Great nation, seemingly you made clear choice
For what makes Satan's demons all rejoice...
Political correctness is your shtick,
Evincing that you err and are now sick,
So sick that you enshrine diversity
As be-all, end-all of civility,
When just the opposite remains the case,
Divergence will civility erase;
Though well-intended or, instead, perverse,
The movers, shakers promulgate this curse,
With populace non-thinking well in tow
To help elitists thus to make it so
As in the case of empires gone before;
Great nation, you engage as Satan's whore
To sell your soul for orgiastic drool,
Become a laughingstock, a worldwide fool;
The Greeks succumbed to gross perversion's spell,
As did the Romans...made their state a hell,
Imploded in unnatural vile acts
As Nature claimed the toll that it exacts
When blasphemed by perversion's sordidness,
Damns Nature's humankind to deep distress;
All Nature's laws perversion will requite
With mercy none and naught but to indict
Societies and all perverts involved
And see that late or soon they be devolved
Into decay, and that amidst great pain,
As Nature sees that all are justly slain;
A warning came millenniums ago,
Gomorrah was the place, Sodom, also,
When Nature's God midst brimstone's fiery glow
Made sure such warning one must not forgo,
The fires upon that plain consumed thus so
The perverts and societies...aglow...
All burned to ashes, wind-blown far away,
Since Nature, as always, has final say.
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Remember World War II
[Ended in Europe May 1945]
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[Ended in Europe May 1945]
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