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The MAGAt King

9/26/2020

Is there a bottom to the ugliness and repulsiveness of Trump? Evidently not. Each week he surpasses his vile and despicable actions and words from the week before – and the GOP remains silent, like passive puppets and spineless sycophants. It is all truly appalling.

Recently, real news broke about Trump’s atrocious comments about US troops who died in war, calling them “losers” and “suckers.” The article is HERE.

The disgusting remarks called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson’s short, enigmatic poem “Foul violation of Whom” (below on the left), written in 1853 (enigmatic for 1853, but particularly meaningful in 2020 where "Maggot" easily substitutes for "MAGAt"). Dickinson’s poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem “Drab Habitation of Whom" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Foul violation of Whom?
Our Soldiers in the Tomb –
By Worm of Man –
By Clown of Fools –
By some Swamp’s Maggot King!

By Emily Dickinson:

Drab Habitation of Whom?
Tabernacle or Tomb –
Or Dome of Worm –
Or Porch of Gnome –
Or some Elf's Catacomb?

I sincerely hope that on November 3rd, there are enough sane, sensible people who cast ballots for Joe Biden so that we can Make America Decent Again. I am sickened and saddened by the past four years of ugliness, divisiveness, and incompetence of Donald Trump. There is no bottom – but hopefully, soon, there will be an end.

T-N-Tree?

9/19/2020

Science-schmience. I put my faith in the scholarship of Homer Simpson ("Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that's even remotely true") and Donald Trump ("Trees can explode.") -- and it's true! Trees do explode!

Emmett Lee Dickinson celebrated exploding trees in his now-classic poem "I raked the Woods" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "I robbed the Woods" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

I raked the Woods –
The rustling Woods.
The oft neglected Trees
Bore out their Burs and mosses
Their arsenal of leaves.
I scanned their triggers curious –
I gasped – Away I strode –
When will the deadly Hemlock –
When will the Oak explode?

By Emily Dickinson:

I robbed the Woods –
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious –
I grasped – I bore away –
What will the solemn Hemlock –
What will the Oak tree say?

Not only do trees explode, but the top ten fires in our nation's history have all be caused by exploding trees:

10. A Sweet Acacia Tree exploded in 1853 in Gnadenhutten, OH, and burned over half of the state to the ground.

9. A Bonsai tree caused more than a small fire in 1972 when several Bosai trees exploded and destroyed a miniature Christmas Tree farm in Bread Loaf, VT

8. In 1923, a Shagbark Hickory tree exploded near Boggy Creek in the Sulfur River Wildlife Area near Fouke, Arkansas., and destroyed acres of swampland.

7 A Brazilian Pepper Tree exploded in Okahumpka, FL, in 1898 incinerated over a dozen towns.

6. Mesquite trees exploded in 1936 in Wagon Mound, Texas, and burned the entire town to the ground. After the fire, the town changed its name to Notrees.

5. In 1954, a White Stinkwood tree exploded in Klanton, North Carolina, and burned Klan camps across most of the western part of the space.

4 In 1903, a Jamaican Dogwood exploded and wiped out the town of Shamong, NJ.

3. A Bristlecone Hemlock exploded in 1947 and destroyed thousands of acres of the Squam Lakes Natural area near Lempster, NH.

2. In 1986, a Black Ash exploded in Pinch Gut Holler, WV, and destroyed over 500 trailer homes.

1. An exploding Gopherwood tree in 1879 destroyed the town of Bonetraill, ND, and burned hundreds of thousands of acres of prairie in North and South Dakota.

Corporate Merger

9/14/2020

A spokesperson for the GOP announced yesterday the merger of the Ku Klux Klan with Grand Wizard Trump's cult of feeble-minded but racist MAGAts. The name of the new organization is the Ku Klux Kult.

"The objective here is to create a broader and stronger racist base for Grand Wizard Trump," said Karen Mae Flairrup, the Chief Dynamic Accountability Developer for the GOP. She added, "Ssynergies are bound to happen as a result of this merger,"

Chester Drawers, the Ku Klux Klan's Chief Internal Security Engineer and Communications Consultant for the Greater Charlotte District in North Carolina said, "I think this merger's a real good idea. It will will bring immense benefits to all the stakeholders in the Klan and the Cult by embedding ideas of white supremacy even deeper into the GOP."

Grand Wizard Trump, the self-proclaimed "law and order" Grand Wizard, celebrated the merger with a super-spreader Ku Klux Kult rally in Henderson, Nevada last night in defiance of the state’s ban on local gatherings of 50 people or more.

Below: Grand Wizard Trump enters the super-spreader Klan rally in Henderson, NV, to announce the merger. Gym Jordan said he couldn't look away. Ted Cruz called it "Epic." Marco Rubio quoted a verse from the Bible.

To commemorate the merger of the Klan and the Cult to form the Ku Klux Kult, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's now-classic poem, "Forever at his side to gawk" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Forever at His side to walk" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Forever at his side to gawk –
One faction made from two
Klan of his Klan –
Cult of his Cult –
Two groups – One Party – now –

Forever now his Hate’s embraced –
In awe -- the sickest part –
In joy – they put their sense away
For they with blackened Heart –

All lies – they tell each other
Though they can never learn –
And bye and bye – a Charge –
Culled in Hell
Trapped muddled Herds of Men –
Not finding out – what puzzles them –
For they can’t see his con!

By Emily Dickinson:

Forever at His side to walk –
The smaller of the two!
Brain of His Brain –
Blood of His Blood –
Two lives – One Being – now –

Forever of His fate to taste –
If grief – the largest part –
If joy – to put my piece away
For that beloved Heart –

All life – to know each other –
Whom we can never learn –
And bye and bye – a Change –
Called Heaven –
Rapt Neighborhoods of Men –
Just finding out – what puzzled us –
Without the lexicon!

The Caucasian Race

9/13/2020

Grand Wizard Trump and the GOP are now sponsoring various 3K events across the country leading up to the Presidential Election on November the 3rd.

In cities and towns where Trump stops to deliver a Klan rally disguised as a press briefing, racists in the town are invited to break down barriers and run a 3K race to get a front row glimpse of the Grand Wizard himself! Runners, of course -- and spectators too -- are NOT required to wear masks.

These new 3K events, also known as "Klan Rallies for the 21st Century," call to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem, "He went in deep that crazy route" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "He went by sleep that drowsy route" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

He went in deep that crazy route
To a surprising Crowd –
A “news break” to promote his race
And hatred is avowed –

By Emily Dickinson:

He went by sleep that drowsy route
To the surmising Inn –
At day break to begin his race
Or ever to remain –

Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem was written in 1853, but it still speaks to the craziness of Grand Wizard Trump and his Klan -- and I love how "to promote his race" in the third line can describe Trump's events to bolster his campaign or how he furthers the cause of White Supremacy. Of course, in the case of Trump, the phrase means both.

Pledge of Convenience

9/12/2020

A few weeks ago I posed Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "They dropped their 'Facts'" (below left) as one of my Featured Poems of the Week. At that time, I also posted third cousin Emily's "They dropped like Flakes" (below right) as the other Featured Poem.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

They dropped their “Facts” –
They dropped their Slurs –
Like Petals from a Rose –
When suddenly across the Globe
A Sense of tension – grows –

We’ll perish in their Foolish Ways –
No place to find to hide –
But Pain is seen in every face
For he’s – Unqualified.

By Emily Dickinson:

They dropped like Flakes –
They dropped like Stars –
Like Petals from a Rose –
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers – goes –

They perished in the Seamless Grass –
No eye could find the place –
But God can summon every face
Of his Repealless – List.

I posted Emmett Lee's poem because, I noted, "Donald Trump is at it again -- he's lying through his teeth -- or should I say, through his tweets." Here's the particular tweet I was referencing:

It was a lie, of course.

To be honest, I really think the man is utterly incapable of speaking even a single truth -- but the Klansmen and women who support him do not care. Their sick and ugly view of America is defined and expressed by their Grand Wizard.

And here's the irony: At yesterday's memorial service for the 9-11 attack on America, Trump was captured on video omitting the words “under God” from the Pledge of Allegiance. Info HERE.

It won't matter to his Klan. They know he's a profoundly immoral man and a fake Christian. His religious beliefs are as hollow as theirs. For him -- and his Klan -- the pledge is merely a Pledge of Convenience.

The Nobel Rest-In-Peace Prize

9/10/2020

BREAKING NEWS: Grand Wizard Donald Trump has been nominated for the Nobel Rest In Peace Prize for killing close to 200,000 Americans -- even as the Trump Death Toll continues to climb.

"I was surprised that I wasn't nominated in the past," said Trump, "for separating families and caging children or for using a secret police force to beat and gas peaceful protestors, but ignoring a global pandemic so that hundreds of thousands of Americans died seemed to do the trick."

Below left: To mark the occasion of the nomination, Grand Wizard Trump hosted a state dinner for Ünchristian Tybring-Gjedde, the far-right member of the Norwegian Parliament who nominated Trump for the Rest In Peace Prize. At the event, Trump wore an ill-fitting tuxedo, Ivanka dressed as Queen Elizabeth, and Melania performed a killer pole dance.

Above right: At the state dinner hosted by the Trumps for Ünchristian Tybring-Gjedde, Donald Junior recited Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "We die -- with all his Lying" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "To die-- without the Dying" (below on the right).

At the ceremony, the coked-out Junior Trump was flanked by Chad and Karen White-Privilege, two nutbags from Saint Louis. They stood guard in case any wisenheimer at the ceremony shouted out something like "Black Lives Matter" or "Trump Knew."

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

We die – with all his Lying
He lives – without these Lives
This is beyond Political
Dumbfounded Disbelief.

By Emily Dickinson:

To die – without the Dying
And live – without the Life
This is the hardest Miracle
Propounded to Belief.

What School You Went?

9/2/2020

“Trump University” is trending on Twitter because “Students for Trump” (@TrumpStudents) posted an unbelievably stupid tweet – certainly in the running for the stupidest tweet of all time – so folks in the Twitterverse figure that the “Students” must have attended the now-defunct, sham university, Trump U. (Of course, in the fraud settlement case, Trump bragged openly in court, “I had to call it ‘Trump U.’ because he couldn’t call it ‘Fuck U.’”).

What was the tweet? Here it is in all its glory:

Yes. They actually posted a photograph of Donald Trump touring Trump’s AmeriKKKa, and they actually said, “President @realDonaldTrump tours what Biden will do to America.” I am not making this up.

Of course, what is really sad – and I mean absolutely and truly sad – is that these “Students” and other MAGAts won’t even realize that Trump is literally surveying his own AmeriKKKA. They will not comprehend that Trump has fanned the flames, divided our nation, and caused more damage to our country that any other single being in this century or the last. Instead, they will hoot and cheer him on – and I suspect with every tweet like this reckless and idiotic one, Trump must grin like a Cheshire Cat knowing that he’s duped another mark.

Trump is truly an imposter, and it is so very sad that feeble-minded followers are blinded by his ruse.

The Students for Trump tweet called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson’s short poem, “It’s his the Doom,” below on the left. Dickinson’s poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem, “Be Mine the Doom,” below on the right.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

It’s His the Doom –
He fans the Flame –
To perish by his Hand!

By Emily Dickinson:

Be Mine the Doom –
Sufficient Fame –
To perish in Her Hand!

Dishonest to God

8/8/2020

It is beyond absurd that Donald J. Trump, an utterly godless man who is completely and profoundly immoral, is thought to be a savior among Christians and Evangelicals – except when you remember that Trump’s religious supporters require quotation marks around the word “Christian” and that his Evangelical supporters’ beliefs are entirely hollow.

Just this past week one of his chief “virtuous” devotees, the so-called Reverend Jerry Falwell, Jr., announced a leave of absence from Liberty University after he posted a particularly odd photograph on Instagram – one where he was holding “black water” (his words) during a happy hour on a yacht, and he had his arm around a woman (not his wife) with an exposed belly and unzipped pants.

He said he was dressed for a costume party. What, exactly, was his costume? Hmmm. He was missing the red hat of a MAGA supporter – so I just don’t know.

Below left: Jerry Falwell, Jr., in his costume as a MAGA supporter aboard the Monkey Business II. Below right: Donald Jesus H Christ Trump waits for peaceful protesters to be gassed so that he can cross the street. He is shown with Fred Flintstone, Barney Rubble, and Kayliegh McEnema.

Then Donald J. Trump (evidently, the “J” stands for “Jesus H Christ”) unleashed more ludicrous drivel about Joe Biden.

“(Biden will) take away your guns, take away your Second Amendment. No religion, no anything," croaked the toad, standing behind a podium with the presidential seal. "Hurt the Bible. Hurt God. He’s against God. He’s against guns. He’s against energy."

This from a swamp creature who ordered Secret Police to gas peaceful protestors so that he could slither to the front of church where he held a Bible upside down for a grotesque photo op.

“God” is meaningless to Trump (just ask the two Corinthians who know him best), and sacred religious beliefs are merely party line constructs for the GOP. It is all as shameful and disgusting as it is vile and grotesque.

Trump’s pious play-acting and his laughable comments about Biden called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson’s poem, “How ruthless is this jackass,’ 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 is this jackass –
How cruel are his kind –
God’s just a construct party Line
For those to be Maligned –

By Emily Dickinson:

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

Metaphors Be With You -- Part 2

8/1/2020

Bart Simpson once said, “I never thought this was humanly possible, but this both sucks and blows.” Similarly – and I really didn’t think this would be humanly possible – but the Trump presidency has been both totally and utterly sad, and at the same time it has been completely and absolutely laughable.

This paradoxical phenomenon began when Trump descended a golden escalator in Trump Tower – a visual metaphor for our descent into hell – and he dropped racist dog whistles and began barking into a racist bull horn about a tremendous wall (with a beautiful door) to be constructed across the southern border of the United States (which, of course, Mexico would pay for).

Did you see the videos last week when high winds blew down portions of Master Builder Trump’s border fence? It was completely and absolutely laughable – a striking visual metaphor of our so-called president’s tenure in the White House.

Trump’s pathetic ha-ha (which, honestly, literally means “sunken fence”) inspired us to post Emmett Lee Dickinson’s poem “So ‘large’ his Wall” below on the left. Dickinson’s poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem “So large my Will,” below on the right.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

So “large” his Wall
So brittle that it may
Embarrass him
With heavy infamy –

A stunt for him
For whom the Whole is “great”
Affront to me
Who know his Deed of hate.

Worth at its best
Is but a scanty Toy –
Brought quickly down
In stark hilarity.

It’s now so small
We chiefly wonder then
At his Conceit
In purchasing.

By Emily Dickinson:

So large my Will
The little that I may
Embarrasses
Like gentle infamy –

Affront to Him
For whom the Whole were small
Affront to me
Who know His Meed of all.

Earth at the best
Is but a scanty Toy –
Bought, carried Home
To Immortality.

It looks so small
We chiefly wonder then
At our Conceit
In purchasing.

And speaking of visual metaphors for Trump's disastrous administration, click HERE to see five or our favorites Let us know which on you like best!

Memory Games

7/27/2020

Emmett Lee Dickinson's 1853 poem "Show me a Elephant, and I will show you Memory" (below on the left) eerily parallels Donald Trump's recent claim of having "aced" a cognitive assessment test where he could identify a picture of an elephant and he could repeat back a series of five words, "woman, man, person, camera, TV."

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Show me an Elephant, and I will show
you Memory
Quote me a five word chain
I’ll list it back again –

Be Sure, in my dull Family –
Be best, what I have ever been,
a Mastermind –

By Emily Dickinson:

Show me Eternity, and I will show
you Memory
Both in one package lain
And lifted back again –

Be Sue, while I am Emily –
Be next, what you have ever been,
Infinity –

Below left: The New Yorker published a portion of the actual test Trump took. Information is HERE. Below center and right: Other exclusive photographs from Trump's test. Click the images to enlarge.

By the way, rumor has it that Melania Trump lifted "Be Best" from the last line of Dickinson's poem to give her hollow, meaningless & laughable campaign a name. Dickinson's poem also inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "Show me Eternity, and I will show you Memory" (above on the right).

Let's face it folks, our so-called president is a freakin' moron. November can't get here soon enough.