Category: Trump Coverage W/Poetry - The Emmett Lee Dickinson Museum

Bye, Bye, Birdie

4/8/2019

From our current affairs editor, Lemuel Stuart III:

As evidenced above, windmill cancer survivor George Conway can be tough on Trump, the Swamp King; however, he should give credit where credit is due: If it were not for Donald Trump, the dangers of windmills and windmill cancer would not be at the center of national attention.

Below: Various tweets from Twitter highlighting the new focus on windmill cancer that has grabbed the nation's attention -- thanks to Donald Trump!

Below: Cancer is not the only danger associated with windmills:

The word "windmill" literally comes from two Dutch words for "bird" and "killer":

windmill (n.)
c. 1300, from wind + mill, from German windmühle, from Dutch wyntmorten, or wynt (“bird”) + morten (“killer”)

In the 1500s and 1600s, the Netherlands were being overwhelmed by birds, including the bar-headed goose, the lesser white-fronted goose, the tundra bean goose, the common shelduck, and the ferruginous pochard. As a result, Dutch inventor Henk-jan Schoonbeek invented the "wyntmorten," or "bird killer" -- known today as the windmill.

Pictured at the right: Dutch inventor Henk-jan Schoonbeek invented the "wyntmorten," or "bird killer"

Poet Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson's third cousin, twice removed -- at her request) knew of the power of the windmill in controlling the bird population, and he wrote about it in his poem "How ruthless are the windmills" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "How ruthless are the gentle" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

How ruthless are the windmills –
How cruel are their kind –
Odd how their contacts with the Birds
Do brutalize the Wind –

By Emily Dickinson:

How ruthless are the gentle –
How cruel are the kind –
God broke his contract to his Lamb
To qualify the Wind –

Barr Examination

3/26/2019

From our political correspondent, Dorothy Dawe:

A liar. Collusion to commit a crime. A report that won't be made public.

The Jussie Smollett case? No. Donald Trump.

So Mueller's dropped off his report to the DOJ. William Barr -- a Trump accessory who claims a president is above the law -- has summarized the report (below left): Nyet collusion. No release of the report. Talk about transparency.

Trump was at the Capitol today crowing like an "exonerated" jail bird (below right).

This is America? A president can't be indicted? The criminals are now handed the evidence -- and they determine what we will and will not see? Comrade McConnell won't allow a Senate vote?

This -- sadly -- is America.

The criminals are in charge, and they have been handed the evidence. We may NEVER know the truth.

The whole sordid affair calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem, "Because they could not tell the Truth" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Because I could not stop for Death" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Because they could not tell the Truth –
The truth was never told –
The Cover Up by just Themselves –
Was Fake News they controlled.

He ranted on – He knew just hate,
He should be put away
His labor is his ballyhoo,
His Incivility –

He passed it Off, as Orphan care
It had – a rosy ring –
He promised Health Care from Day One –
He promised Everything –

Or rather – He conned Us –
The News brought shivering and chill –
For Angrier, we’ve Grown –
Our Patience – has grown Thin –

We voted in a House that seemed
A Swelling from the Ground –
The Senate scarcely visible –
Complicit – with this Clown –

For now – feels centuries – and yet
’Tis shorter till the Day
We all surmise the Final Count
That is Twenty-Twenty –

By Emily Dickinson:

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At recess – in the ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –

The Lady Is A Trump?

3/9/2019

From our current affairs editor, Lemuel Stuart III:

"Fake Melania" theories arose in 2017 when it seemed that Trump was traveling with a body-double for the First Lady. The suspicion resurfaced this week when Trump traveled to Alabama to see first hand the devastation brought on by destructive tornadoes there. The hashtag #FakeMelania began trending after this photo was published:

The White House was quick to deny that Trump was traveling with a body double.

"The First Lady saw some purple hair coloring at the Walgreen's on 14th Street," said Sarah Huckabee Sanders, "so she insisted that she have her hair done in that color before traveling to Alabama. The woman in the photograph is, in fact, Melania Trump."

Hmm. I'm not so sure.

The entire affair calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "A doubt if it be Her" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "A doubt if it be Us" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

A doubt if it be Her
Persists in staggering Minds
In a bizarro Angle
A fake the photo finds.

An Unreality is learned
A possible Mirage
That makes the whole thing possible
While she supports his lies.

By Emily Dickinson:

A doubt if it be Us
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footing find.

An Unreality is lent,
A merciful Mirage
That makes the living possible
While it suspends the lives.

Living Like A King

2/16/2019

From our political correspondent Dorothy Dawe:

In a gross abuse of power -- permitted by a GOP that continues to allow our country to slide toward authoritarian rule unchecked -- Donald "L'Etat, c'est moi" Trump declared a fake emergency to amass US tax dollars to pay for a racist monument dedicated to eroding American values.

This blunder is certainly a crowning glory for the stooge who would be king -- and that calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "This Blunder is incredible" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "The Blunder is in estimate" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

This Blunder is incredible
“Emergency” is here
He says, as of our Nation –
Meanwhile he is hot air

He goes on with his Ramble –
Divides a land that’s free –
No End his Lie that so persists
With this “Emergency”!

By Emily Dickinson:

The Blunder is in estimate.
Eternity is there
We say, as of a Station --
Meanwhile he is so near

He joins me in my Ramble --
Divides abode with me --
No Friend have I that so persists
As this Eternity.

For more comments and poetry on Trump's fake national emergency, click HERE.

Fake News

2/15/2019

From our political correspondent, Dorothy Dawe:

A National Emergency?

What. A. Load. Of. Crap.

I repeat:

What. A Load. Of. Crap.

The Charlatan-in-Chief conned and colluded his way into the White House, and his number one ruse: What are we going to build? A wall (with a great, big, beautiful door). And who's going to pay for it? Mexico!

The MAGA idiots fell for this con like flies on a pile of orange dog crap.

Now the Fraud-in-Chief, who couldn't even close a deal with Monty Hall, has declared a National Emergency.

What. A. Load. Of. Crap.

I cannot believe the our tax dollars are now set to pay for the vanity project of a moron. What a COLOSSAL waste of money.

The entire scam calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "Conjecturing a Crisis" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Conjecturing a Climate" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Conjecturing a Crisis
For unsuspecting Fools –
Adds urgency to Why We –
Are Shivering from this move

To a suspicious Country
To satisfy a Toad –
Who bloviated by Degree –
And erased – our Rectitude –

By Emily Dickinson:

Conjecturing a Climate
Of unsuspended Suns –
Adds poignancy to Winter –
The Shivering Fancy turns

To a fictitious Country
To palliate a Cold –
Not obviated of Degree –
Nor erased – of Latitude –

Cave Man

1/26/2019

From our political correspondent Dorothy Dawe:

Trump caved. He shut down the government for 35 days -- caused chaos with our government and turmoil with 800,000-plus government workers (and countless others in their communities) -- and then agreed to re-open the government. For what? Nothing more than an attempt to impress right-wing opportunists Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter.

So now he's agreed to re-open the government for THREE weeks. If no "deal" is reached (and of course, he continues to tweet incessantly about the wall), he'll shut the government down again and (maybe) declare a "national emergency." Yeah, right. A national emergency that 27% of the country supports.

I loved the irony that Trump "caved." The term inspired me to pen two haikus:

Trump finds out the truth:
It's easy to circumvent
A wall with a cave.

A new year's begun.
Trump has earned a new title:
Spelunker-in-Chief.

It is highly likely, though, that Trump's wish will come true. A wall is coming. It just might be a prison wall for him:

For more information on Donald Trump's search for "Wall Dough," click HERE.

If you are interested in more haikus about the Trump family crime syndicate, check out Mary Steinberg's When They Go Low, We Go Haiku (pictured at the right). Information about the book is HERE.

What's Love Got To Do With It?

1/25/2019

From our entertainment editor, Qwerty Lee Dickinson:

Valentine’s Day is coming soon, and romance is in the air!

Join us on February 14 as we have been given exclusive rights this year to publish the Trump family’s Valentine cards.

Pictured at the right: Trump-brand Valentine Heart Candies

Also, the annual romance issue of the National Review will come out soon, and it includes two poems by Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson’s third cousin, twice removed –at her request).

The magazine features a first look at Bill O’Reilly’s soon-to-be-published book What’s Love Got To Do With It, a fresh look at the sham romance of Donald Trump & Melania Knauss.

In O’Reilly’s highly anticipated tome, Donald recounts how he first met the First Lady.

“Melania was working the main pole at Volcanic Eruptions, a strip club in Manhattan, and when I saw her I moved on her like a bitch,” he laughed. “I grabbed her by the...well...you know where I grabbed her....and you think you’ve seen her squint? That night she made Mr. Magoo look like he had 20-20 vision.”

Interviewed by the book’s author Bill O’Reilly — whom Trump calls his “Bill of Love” — Melania Trump laughed when O’Reilly asked if Trump were a romantic at heart.

“Yeah, right,” she chuckled as she explained the various bonuses she earns for holding the president’s hand in public, giving public pecks on the cheek and more.

O’Reilly asked both if they had a favorite love poem, and both cited poems by Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson’s third cousin, twice removed — at her request).

Trump named “I do not care — why should I care” (below on the left).

“It really summarizes how I feel,” he said.

Dickinson’s poem also inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem with the same opening line (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

I do not care — why should I care
She can’t suspect I’m caring
Let’s put a fretting truth to sleep
In harsh reality
The error we will make
Persistent as perdition
Is easier to face
With frank absurdity

By Emily Dickinson:

I do not care – why should I care
And yet I fear I’m caring
To rock a fretting truth to sleep –
Is short security
The terror it will wake
Persistent as perdition
Is harder than to face
The frank adversity –

Melania identified Dickinson’s “A love devoid of depth and grace” (below on the left) as the poem that epitomizes her romance with the Donald. Dickinson’s poem also inspired third cousin Emily to write “A face devoid of love or grace” (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

A love devoid of depth and grace
A hateful, hard, neglectful love
A love which is a stunt
And feels as thoroughly a sham
As were they both in on the scam
Each time together thrown

By Emily Dickinson:

A face devoid of love or grace,
A hateful, hard, successful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances –
First time together thrown.

Carpe D-umb

1/20/2019

From our current affairs editor Lemuel Stuart III:

I saw this “Stupid People Trap” graphic (at the right) on Twitter, but when I couldn’t find it again, I did some searching on Google and found it in a gallery on imgur posted by @simplyecks.

The graphic could not be more true.

Just this week, a poll indicated that 30-some percent of red-caps believed the Democrats owned the Trump Shutdown – even though Trump himself announced, “I am proud to shut down the government for border security, Chuck. … I will take the mantle. I will be the one to shut it down. I’m not going to blame you (the Democrats) for it.”

It’s on tape people. It is the Trump Shutdown. He owns it completely.

Of course, Trump tells his red-caps not to believe what they read and hear (see our entry HERE dated December 28) , his attorney said, “Truth is not the truth,” and his Secretary of State said, “I don’t want to talk about the facts,” so it’s no wonder the Trump clan can be in a total state of confusion. They don their red caps each day with a "Carpe D-umb" attitude.

This weekend, Trump tried a sophomoric stunt made for reality TV – he tweeted that he would make a “big announcement” on Saturday (many we’re hoping that he was going to resign), but he just growled and sniffed out a specious “offer” that Democratic leaders rejected before Individual 1 even made it public. Trump's red-caps might not have realized that he was merely rehashing old bad deals; still, Trump panicked today with another Trumper-tantrum on Twitter.

Of course, Trump’s announcement yesterday was upstaged by the red-cap madness of Catholic high schoolers from Kentucky who taunted and mocked a Native American drummer on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial (Mitch McConnell must be sooo proud). The incident called to mind some lyrics from Rodgers and Hamamerstein’s “South Pacific":

You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.

The incident also called to mind a short poem by Emmett Lee Dickinson called, “The Shills erect their Red-capped Heads” (below on the left). His poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem “The Hills erect their Purple Heads” (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

The Shills erect their Red-capped Heads
The Morons lean to see
Yet they have not of all the Throng
A real Humanity

By Emily Dickinson:

The Hills erect their Purple Heads
The Rivers lean to see
Yet man has not of all the Throng
A Curiosity

Reunited

1/19/2019

From our current affairs editor, Lemuel Stuart III:

The White House has released a series of five cards to commemorate the soon-to-be-scheduled follow-up summit with Donald Trump and Kim Jong-un, the Supreme Leader of North Korea.

After the first photo-opp...er, summit...Trump said, "I was really being tough and so was he,and we would go back and forth. And then we fell in love. No really. He wrote me beautiful letters. And they are great letters. We fell in love."

The US State Department has requested that the two leaders meet in Paris on Valentine's Day, because "nothing could be more romantic," said Secretary of State Mike Pompeo.

"Donnie and Kim are really in love," added Pompeo, "and I really think we can leverage their relationship for some real progress in talks about denuclearization."

Below: The Trump administration's set of five commemorative cards to mark the upcoming summit with North Korea. Trump and Pompeo are hoping the meeting will take place on Valentine's Day. The theme of the meeting is "Reunited And It Feels So Good."

The actual date for the second photo-opp...er summit...has not been set. We hear, though, that Trump has started shopping around for keepsakes to present Kim Jong Un to commemorate their second date.

The entire sham...er, event...calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "Because he loves him" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Because He loves Her" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Because he loves him
He will try to see if he is true
When difference is on his Face
That Feigns he’ll follow through.

He won’t disarm at any pace
If we stay far ahead –
The Differences necessitate
That Flummery’s all that’s Said

He’s hoping that we’ll notice now
He’s nearer to adore
'Tis Sad though their deficiencies
Will stand out even more.

By Emily Dickinson:

Because He loves Her
We will pry and see if she is fair
What difference is on her Face
From Features others wear.

It will not harm her magic pace
That we so far behind --
Her Distances propitiate
As Forests touch the Wind

Not hoping for his notice vast
But nearer to adore
'Tis Glory's far sufficiency
That makes our trying poor.

Red Ties

1/14/2019

From our political correspondent Dorothy Dawe:

Breaking news stories this weekend reported that the FBI began an investigation of Trump's ties to Russia after he fired James Comey and that following a private meeting with Putin, Trump confiscated his interpreter's notes and ordered him not to divulge any information about the meeting to anyone.

Of course, signs of Trump's treason have manifested themselves since the campaign: “Russia, if you’re listening, I hope you’re able to find the 30,000 emails that are missing,” Mr. Trump said, referring to Hillary Clinton's emails.

Pictured at the right: "Russia, if you're listening": Trump wasn't colluding with Russia; he was cooperating with them.

In the White House, Trump began having private meetings with Russian officials and ambassadors with NO American press allowed -- stories surfaced through the Russian press! Later, Trump's disastrous (and treasonous) performance on the world stage in Helsinki shocked even the GOP, the very sycophants who enable and empower him.

Pictured below on the left: Trump yucks it up with Sergei Kislyak in a private meeting with no American press present, only the Russian press.

Pictured below on the right: Trump is submissive to Putin on the world stage in Helsinki.

Of course, when one reviews the events from Trump's two years in office, there have been many other signs of his "red ties" to Russia. Below: Trump in a "Make Russia Great Again" hat; a telling sign at Trump Tower; Melania in a controversial and much-discussed fashion statement; Trump's re-modeling of the Whiter House.

And then there are the red ties -- all of Trump's red ties. Why do you think Trump wears so many red ties? And what's with the Russian flag lapel pins?

Of course, the real question is for the GOP: Why don't they call Trump on any of this? Why do they let him erode the very principles on which our democratic republic was founded? Their duplicitous acceptance of Trump's perfidious behavior is shocking -- and it calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "Did We abolish Trust" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Did We abolish Frost" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Did We abolish Trust
The Subterfuge won’t cease –
If Treasons perish or prevail
Is critical for Us –

By Emily Dickinson:

Did We abolish Frost
The Summer would not cease –
If Seasons perish or prevail
Is optional with Us –