Carved into the cornice of the IRS building in Washington, DC, is a quote from Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.: “Taxes are the price we pay for a civilized society.” In a similar vein, the guarantee for a free press is what we rely on to protect our democratic society. However, our so-called president wants none of that. He attacks the press, and he promotes violence against journalists. He wants to run the country like he ran his failed businesses: no questions asked; leadership through intimidation and coercion; back-door deals and duplicity. He is an authoritative megalomaniac, and a vigilant free and honest press drives him cray cray. | From yesterday's WH press briefing: |
Remember all the talk before the election about a blind trust? That’s been long since forgotten, because the only blind trust Trump wants is from the American people. That’s the main ingredient for autocratic rule and veiled cupidity.
“The truth hurts,” they say, and it literally destroys Trump. This grifter needs to mask the truth so that he can continue to dupe blind followers with smoke and mirrors.
We are fortunate that many heroes work for The New York Times, the Washington Post, the Wall Street Journal, MSNBC, CNN, and many more trustworthy media outlets, for they investigate and report the truth, the real truth. More info about these heroes is HERE.
Other writers and poets have joined with journalists to shine the light on the truth. Many are affiliated with groups like Writers Against Trump and Poets Against Trump.
These movements call to mind a poem written by Emmett Lee Dickinson in the mid-1800s when Dickinson railed against similar charlatans, frauds, and grifters, who condemned and attacked the press. The poem, “A fiend attacks my friends” (below on the left) inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem “My friend attacks my friend” (below on the right).
By Emmett Lee Dickinson: A fiend attacks my friends! Oh Battle so grotesque! Then I turn Soldier too, As he turns Antagonist! How martial are my poems Have I a mighty pen So I’ll reveal he’s loath to gain Our glory once again! | By Emily Dickinson: My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist! How martial is this place! Had I a mighty gun I think I’d shoot the human race And then to glory run! |