| From our political correspondent, Dorothy “Lottie” Dawe: The continuing chaos surrounding King Trump's Muslim ban signifies one certainty: he and President Bannon are drunk with power. They are so giddy and intoxicated with power that they quickly penned their detestable and unconstitutional royal edict that even the Department of Justice would not uphold it. Of course, when his royal lowness heard that, he hissed out a hissy fit and dismissed acting Attorney General Sally Yates for daring to exercise her objective legal judgment to uphold the US Constitution which she swore she would do when she took her oath of office. Hmmm...I seem to remember King Donny taking a similar oath, but that was as meaningless to him as climate change. Instead, he yipped about Yates' betrayal to the crown, bayed at the full moon, and grew a face full of fur. |  |
As a result, people are now wondering if the Donald's administration is a reign, a regime or a Reich. To be honest, it seems to be some horrific combination of all three. As a result, our imperiled democracy is sinking and sinking fast. Alas, it is high tide in the swamp (to top it all off, watch this incredible bit of irony: Jeff Sessions asked Sally Yates during her confirmation hearing if she would be willing to defy a President if he asked her to do something improper or unlawful -- HERE).
This sudden rise in the swamp waters reminded us of Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "We sank -- because he rose" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "I rose -- because He sank" (below on the right).
This sudden rise in the swamp waters reminded us of Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "We sank -- because he rose" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "I rose -- because He sank" (below on the right).
| By Emmett Lee Dickinson: We sank – because he rose – I thought it would be opposite – But when his power gained – Our souls grew shocked. We jeered this reigning King – We stood firm – with our – Chants We shown the Filth – of him – And when the Days passed by That showed his Lust for power We met him – Qualm for Qualm He gave his Worst – and passed Through his low Arch of Hate – And cast so brave We spurned his Prate – And through his Words he grew An Emperor gross – Tried to disconnect us Though we resist – And so with Thought of him – And Sinew from within – And ways I knew not that I knew – we will – Rise above him – | By Emily Dickinson: I rose – because He sank – I thought it would be opposite – But when his power dropped – My Soul grew straight. I cheered my fainting Prince – I sang firm – even – Chants – I helped his Film – with Hymn – And when the Dews drew off That held his Forehead stiff – I met him – Balm to Balm – I told him Best – must pass Through this low Arch of Flesh – No Casque so brave It spurn the Grave – I told him Worlds I knew Where Emperors grew – Who recollected us If we were true – And so with Thews of Hymn – And Sinew from within – And ways I knew not that I knew – till then – I lifted Him – |
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