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Tax Loophole in One

7/31/2022

Remember that old nursery rhyme "There was a crooked man"? Well, the man in that verse is as straight as a prairie horizon when compared to Donald Trump because ol' Shifty Don is about as crooked as they come!

Now I'm not one to repeat gossip -- as they say -- so you'll have to listen (or in this case, read) closely the first time: Word on the street is that Ivana Trump was about to come forward with some, shall we say, very fascinating information on The Donald, so he had her offed.

And then what'd he do?

He planted her by the first hole in one of his dumpy golf clubs (well, I assume the gold club is dumpy. I've never been there, but I did visit his dumpy casino in Atlantic City years ago before it went six-feet under) -- and the kids are afraid to say anything thinking that someone just might push them down the stairs too.

So Trump provides poor old Ivana with a one-way ticket to his golf club, re-cans the beans she was about to spill, and scores a tax loophole in one. Take a look at this:

The whole sordid affair reminds me of Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "The Stimulus, beyond the Grave," below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin to pen her poem with the same opening line, below on the right.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

The Stimulus, beyond the Grave
He's Counting on to see
With tax breaks like imperial Drams
Afforded Royalty.

By Emily Dickinson:

The Stimulus, beyond the Grave
His Countenance to see
Supports me like imperial Drams
Afforded Royally.

For another poem related to Ivana Trump's mysterious death and bizarre grave site, click HERE.

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Golf Widower

7/30/2022

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Just when you think that the Trump family can't get any more grotesque, they lower the bar and prove that yes, yes they can outdo their ghoulish ways.

In this case, Trump planted the remains of his first wife, Ivana, near the first hole at one of his golf courses in New Jersey.

I'll admit, I'm not usually a conspiracy theorist, but I'm hearing an awful lot of talk that Trump had her murdered (was she about to come out with some dirt on "The Donald"?), and then he and his family of ghouls disposed of the body as quickly as possible -- and since they planted her at the golf course, the property -- now classified as a cemetery -- qualifies for tax break. Sweet!

A picture of the grave site is below, and I hear that the landscaping was done by none other than Trump's third wife, has-been porn star Melania Trump.

You just can't make this stuff up, folks.

This whole affair called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem, "My grave upon the golf course is," below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "Thy grave my little cottage is," below on the right.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

My grave upon the golf course is,
Where “Keeping house” is key
I make my sand trap orderly
So they can lay their tee.

Now we’re divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
Till everlasting fire unites
My grotesque family.

By Emily Dickinson:

The grave my little cottage is,
Where "Keeping house" for thee
I make my parlor orderly
And lay the marble tea.

For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
Till everlasting life unite
In strong society.

For another poem related to Ivana Trump's mysterious death and bizarre grave site, click HERE.

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Courting with Disaster

7/17/2022

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I PUBLISHED THIS POST A FEW WEEKS AGO AS PART OF OUR "FEATURED POEMS OF THE WEEK." I WANTED TO ADD IT HERE IN OUR PLOG (POETRY BLOG) TOO TO SAVE IT IN OUR ARCHIVE.

I am so very angry about recent "Supreme" Court decisions -- especially the one to overturn Roe v. Wade.

I can't stop thinking about the sexual molester/criminal who grabs women by the pussy who was allowed to appoint three inJustices to the court -- one of whom is a sexual molester/predator himself -- and they, with other right-wing conservative wackos (one of whom watches porn regularly, is a sexual predator, and is married to an insurrectionist), have denied the right to women to control their own bodies. PLUS -- in another recent decision -- they provided more rights to guns and gun owners than to women.

Of course, this is really the fault of frightened white folks who voted for "Shifty Don" Trump in the first place -- a man who employed a "fixer" to pay off prostitutes and to fund the secret abortions for the women and teenagers he had molested.

In response to all of those who cast a vote and helped Russia install Trump as our so-called "president," I offer Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "How happy are the little Rocks" below on the left -- because anyone and everyone who voted for Trump IS AS DUMB AS A ROCK! In casting a vote for Imperial Grand Wizard Trump, they helped to support an agenda devoted to white supremacy and misogyny (I am not exaggerating -- take a look at the recent Tweet from RepubliQan Senator John Cornyn -- he wants the inJustices to "now do Plessy vs Ferguson/Brown vs Board of Education").

I have but two words for those who cast a vote for and/or continue to support Imperial Grand Wizard Trump: FUCK YOU (and I mean that very sincerely).

Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "How happy is the little Stone," below on the right.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

How happy are the little Rocks
Who cast their votes and set back Clocks,
And just don’t care of Women’s Rights
And Freedoms they would sacrifice –
Whose Coat of elemental White
They think is Universally right
And one amendment is the One
The others can be overrun,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
Intolerant simplicity –

By Emily Dickinson:

How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears –
Whose Coat of elemental Brown
A passing Universe put on,
And independent as the Sun
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual simplicity –

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No News Is Good News

7/5/2022

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Yesterday's news of more GOP-empowered mass shootings on the Fourth of July was just awful -- with the worst happening in Highland Park, IL, where a fanatical Trump supporter killed and wounded spectators for the town's annual holiday parade. I've watched updates and press conferences on the news today -- the most televised news I've watched in quite some time.

And why?

I can barely watch the news anymore. It makes me too angry -- even when I watch networks I generally agree with (MSNBC and CNN -- and never "Faux" News). I just can't stand to watch and hear the steady stream of stories about the GOP's continued efforts to seize power in any way they can so that they can destroy our individual freedoms and societal values.

Some recent examples: I heard that the "former guy" -- the career criminal who employed a "Fixer" to pay hush money to prostitutes and fund secret abortions -- might soon make an announcement on his plan for the next Presidential election. REALLY? A treasonous Fascist who attempted to kidnap a former vice-president and then overthrow our government is (a) not in prison and (b) might run for office again? And this very same racist troglodyte appointed three of the current inJustices on the Supreme Court who stripped women of their right to control their own bodies? And then I read about a 10-year-old girl who was raped and impregnated, and now her state's Governor is proclaiming that she must carry the baby to term -- and religious wackos are saying this is God's will? If so, then I want NO PART of their perverse and disgusting "God." And back to the Supreme Court -- two of the men on the bench are sexual molesters themselves, and the three most recent appointees all lied under oath to gain confirmation -- and now the conservative majority is making decisions based solely on Religion to force their narrow and bigoted beliefs down our throats.

LOL -- I'm ranting -- and there's soooo much more to be angry about. For example: RepubliQan efforts to block every effort to help the average American with rising costs of gas and inflation because they are owned by Dark Money "donors" who pull their strings -- all while Oil Companies and other mega-corporations achieve record profits this year.

AAARGH!!!!

Now, instead of watching a steady stream of gloom and doom on a network news, I keep up with headlines with my apps for the Washington Post and the New York Times, and I occasionally scroll through Twitter (but even with that I have to do so sparingly).

As a result, by eliminating my unhealthy diet of too much cable network news, I have significantly reduced my level of stress. In the words of Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "A Word dropped often on the news" (below on the left), I have "distanced" myself from the constant barrage of talking heads.

Dickinson's poem also inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "A Word dropped careless on a page" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

A Word dropped often on the News
Does stimulate the ire
When folded in perpetual stream
Of Cable News shows’ fire

Inflection in their sentences breed
A feeling of Despair
We need to distance Ourselves
Or take the shows Off Air –

By Emily Dickinson:

A Word dropped careless on a Page
May consecrate an eye
When folded in perpetual seam
The Wrinkled Author lie

Infection in the sentence breeds
We may inhale Despair
At distances of Centuries
From the Malaria –

Below: A message I posted on Twitter on the Fourth of July:

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