Quick Succession

Last Friday, the  Supreme Court upheld the right to a free and fair election in the United States, and Trump and his MAGAts have gone ape-shit.  During Friday's Christmas party at the White House, Trump locked himself in his bedroom and refused to come out.  On Saturday, he had a meltdown on Twitter.  On Friday and Saturday, MAGAts on Parler, the Twitter-like social media platform for White Supremacists, were nuttier than a squirrel's turd.  Some of them made death threats to the Justices on the Supreme Court, and many if not most of them were caterwauling for state secession -- although the great majority of them could not spell the word -- so they ended up advocating "succession."

This craziness -- once again, proving that there is no bottom when it comes to Trump -- called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's 1853 poem, "Secession’s counted sweetest," below on the left.  Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Success is counted sweetest," below on the right. 
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Secession’s counted sweetest
By those who say, "Secede!"
To comprehend electors
Requires sore losers to concede
 
Not one of all the MAGAt morons
Who took the loss today
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,
 
As they, defeated, lying,
With space between their ears
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.
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By Emily Dickinson:
 
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear
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Below:  Some of the calls for "succession" on Parler.