Current Events

The info and poems were posted in recent weeks as some of our "Featured Poems of the Week."

FROM THE WEEK OF 6/7/26:

For years maggots railed about a Dem-run pedophile ring in the basement of a DC pizza parlor.  It was totally fabricated info.  But now -- with real evidence of human trafficking and child molestation, maggots wear "I don't care if he is a pedophile" t-shirts.  For years maggots bellowed about Hunter Biden with fake info about corruption.  But now -- with real evidence of government contract grifts and blatant corruption on the part of Don Jr. and Eric, they turn a blind eye.  For years, Trump and maggots guffawed about "Sleepy Joe."  But now -- with real evidence of Trump as the Commander in Sleep, not one peep.  And then he shits in his diaper while those in the room with him contort their faces and gasp for fresh air -- and they go on as if we're not all real-time witnesses to this.  Seriously -- are maggots TRULY that stupid and uneducated -- or they just don't care -- as long as systemic racism is upheld by all levels of government?

In response to Trump's latest  televised nap (and shit) in the Oval Office, I've posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's "Now he sits there bound to Sleep" as one of our Featured Poems of the Week.  Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Now I lay thee down to Sleep," our other Featured Poem.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Now he sits there bound to Sleep –
I pray the Lord his Bowels to keep –
And if he shits before he wakes –
Please let my nose slam on the brakes –

By Emily Dickinson:
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Now I lay thee down to Sleep –
I pray the Lord thy Dust to keep –
And if thou live before thou wake –
I pray the Lord thy Soul to make –

FROM THE WEEK OF 6/21/26:

The Reflecting Pool on the National Mall is currently reflecting two absolute  truths: that Donald Trump destroys everything he touches -- AND -- that he himself is truly the one and only SWAMP KING!

"Le marais, c'est moi!"  ~ Donald "Swampy Don" Trump

​In response to these truths, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's "Deep in his swamp with his secrets" as one of our Featured Poems of the Week.  Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Sweet is the swamp with its secrets," our other Featured Poem.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Deep in his swamp with his secrets,
With his tangle of snakes
And the Senate and the House
And our freedoms up for takes
 
With his revolting trollop
The only truth that shows                                    The Snake’s nature is treason,
With stench where’er he goes.

By Emily Dickinson:

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
’Tis then we sigh for houses,
And our departure take
 
At that enthralling gallop
That only childhood knows.
A snake is summer’s treason,
And guile is where it goes.

FROM THE WEEK OF 6/28/26:

​Some say he is a disciple of Satan.  Some say even Satan doesn't want him.  Some say a massive party is coming -- and not in celebration of the United State's 250th year. Some say that if you suffer from agoraphobia, and you are afraid of large crowds, now is the time to visit his Great American State Fair on the National Mall.

Donald Trump is a vile and loathsome toad (my apologies to toads), and he embodies every trait that parents teach their children not to be.  I found a poem by Emmett Lee Dickinson written in 1853, "While he is alive," but it seems to speak of Imperial Grand Wizard Trump -- so I have posted it as one of our Featured Poems of the Week.  Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "While it is alive," our other Featured Poem.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

While he is alive
Until Death touches him
While he breathes and gasps the Air
Dwells in his Greed
Diapered in Excrement
Delights division in our great land –
 
Hate is his Life – clearly stronger
Hate is his Depth, etched in his Face
Hate is the Make-up of his Insurrection
Stooping lower still and chanting Lies!

By Emily Dickinson:
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While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me division can split or pare -

Love is like Life - merely longer
Love is like Death, during the Grave
Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection
Scooping up the Dust and chanting "Live"!