Perfect

A Few Notes from Dorothy Dawe:

I find it interesting that the Don of the GOP Crime Syndicate characterizes his call to the Ukrainian President as "perfect" -- and he says that the transcript, too, is "perfect."

What does one call criminal activity when the perp is not caught?  The perfect crime.  

Through his bellicose bombast and his bullying tweets where he's trying to intimidate witnesses, Trump is talking crime-speak to his consiglieres so that they line up behind him to support his perceived perfectness of the crime.  It is all so pervertedly...perfect.

The entire affair calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem, "Midsummer, was it, when He dialed" (below on the left).   Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Midsummer, was it, when They died" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Midsummer, was it, when He dialed –
A full, and perfect call –
Then Summer closed upon itself
And Symbolized his fall –

The Con, his darkest moment yet
Before the coming Fail –
When Those – teamed with the
     Perfectness –
Through Haze of Denial –

By Emily Dickinson:
 
Midsummer, was it, when They died –
A full, and perfect time –
The Summer closed upon itself
In Consummated Bloom –

The Corn, her furthest kernel filled
Before the coming Flail –
When These – leaned unto
     Perfectness –
Through Haze of Burial –