I believe Kamala Harris won the 2024 election. I believe Melon Husk stole the election for Trump through cyber-fraud. I believe Trump should NOT have been allowed to run again in the first place -- due to his past treasonous acts, his felony convictions, his involvement as a sexual predator and the reports of his rapes of children, and his involvement with the J6 attempted insurrection. I believe his current so-called "administration" (an arm of the Trump Family Crime Syndicate) is the most chaotic, corrupt, cruel and incompetent in our nation's history. Because of these beliefs, I attended a NO KINGS protest yesterday. While there is hope in the long-run -- a Democratic wave in the mid-term elections -- I'm also VERY concerned that we will NOT have mid-term elections (Trump and the GOP will concoct some reason to cancel them) OR the so-called Trump "administration" (an arm of the Trump Family Crime Syndicate) will not accept and validate the results (REMEMBER: in the last election, Trump told voters "if you vote for me, you'll never have to vote again").
In response to the world-wide NO KINGS protest, I've posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's "We never know how low they'll go (TWO VERSIONS of the poem) as one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "We never know how high we are," our other Featured Poem.
| By Emmett Lee Dickinson: We never know how low they’ll go Till we’ve amassed their lies And then if they are true to plan We must vote out these guys – The Dogmatism we endure Is not a normal thing Are not there Checks and Balances For fear we’d have a King – The version above, written in 1853, sounds as if it were written about today's GOP. The version below was written 5 years later, and sounds like it's about Donald Trump: We never know how low he’ll go Till he sinks even more And when we think we’ve seen the base His madness drops the floor – The blatant evils we protest Are not a normal thing Do not his voters understand His hope to be a king? | By Emily Dickinson: We never know how high we are Till we are asked to rise And then if we are true to plan Our statures touch the skies – The Heroism we recite Would be a normal thing Did not ourselves the Cubits warp For fear to be a King – |
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