Trump

The Correspondent

In a novel

attempt

to preempt

the event

of the President

and

DC

correspondents,

there were shots

fired

and lots

of confusion

over an

intrusion

at the 

White House

Correspondents’

Dinner,

making everyone 

nervous

before

salad

service.

The Secret

Service

rushed

the dais

and escorted

the POTUS,

FLOTUS,

and VIPS,

while

everyone

else,

with

unease,

exited

safely,

except

the uninvited

guest

correspondent

whose message

is not yet

clear.

Nowhere

near

the President’s

ear,

this incident

was different.

Still,

the ability 

to break

through

security

when everybody

who is

anybody

in DC

was present

as either

a correspondent

or close

to the 

President,

seems

less incredible

than inevitable

that some

violent

message

would be

deliverable.

Thankfully,

it was 

quelled

immediately

with the 

gunman

taken away

in custody.

A night 

dedicated

to freedom

of speech

began 

with

a security

breech

and then

each 

correspondent

ready

to present

a story

of the evening’s

terrifying

event.

Freedom

of speech

and press—

all there

to report

the mess.

I’m sure

the shooter’s

intent

was not

meant

to highlight

the role

of the

correspondent.

It almost

seems 

an elegant

message.

He Has A Dream

With the Iran

war

going on,

it would seem

unseemly,

but upon

reflection,

the GC

of DC

and the country,

has gone 

to the Mall

and what

he saw

in 

The Reflecting Pool

was filth.

“…the water’s

disgusting

looking….

It’s not

representative

of our country.”

Between 

the Lincoln

Memorial

and the 

Washington

Monument,

the Narcissus

President

saw in the 

water mirror

an image 

of him

that couldn’t

be nearer

to the truth.

A broken

foundation

filled with 

scum,

ummmmm….

yeah,

that’s the bum

he sees.

Our country’s

riddled

with problems

thanks

to him,

so he called

a contractor

for people

who swim

to renovate

at a great

rate,

and paint

it

“American

Flag

Blue”.

Through

mass demonstrations

and inspirations

the National

Mall

has been a space

for all 

our pride

and catharsis.

It’s a marker

for the best

of us,

which the rest

of us

share reflectively.

MLK’s

“I Have A Dream”

speech

continues

to teach

all humanity.

And the epic

54-ton

tapestry,

with more than

100,000

individual names,

a reminder

of human

dignity,

the largest

community

arts project

in history,

The AIDS

Memorial

Quilt,

helped tilt

the country

more toward

compassion

and action

in fighting

AIDS.

Maintaining

the Reflecting

Pool

is Old School;

it wasn’t

the subject

of a personal

reno project.

The dirt

Trump sees

does not

reflect US.

He’s right

about that

much.

But with such

a story

of restored

glory

and his

construction 

projects,

he deflects

from

the real scum

he sees,

his dream

that frees

him 

to govern

by whim

and greed

believing

that no one

can succeed

his

Triumphal

Arch.

Fat Jesus

The ever hilarious,

gregarious,

never nefarious,

POTUS,

posed as

Jesus,

the healer,

using AI,

to defy

the pope.

In his social

media

rope-a-dope,

the actual

dope

lashed out

at the pope,

saying that

he is “WEAK

on crime,

and terrible

on Foreign

Policy.” 

The blasphemy,

you see,

was really

just

a joke;

he was

actually

a doctor

in a 

lab coat

(channeling

remote

energy

through

a golden

orb

so the sick

could

absorb

HIS light).

This oh so

humorous

reaction

and its 

swift

retraction

followed

Pope Leo’s

Palm Sunday

statement

that God

“does not 

listen

to the prayers

of those

who wage

war.”

I believe that 

was for 

Pete Hegseth

who constantly

invoketh

not only

death

by glory

but

holy

war

(for US,

not them).

Pope Leo

has criticized

harsh treatments

of immigrants

as well 

as Trump’s

war in Iran.

Such a fan

of Christianity,

Trump’s hilarity

as you know,

always

falls flat.

Jesus

is fat

in the Trump

bible,

in the gospel

according

to social

media.

John Lennon

said

way back when,

that 

The Beatles

were 

bigger

than Jesus.

Trump’s

Jesus

is even

bigger

of course,

because

he has no

remorse.

He’s fat

and fatuous,

and certainly

no Jesus,

despite claims

that he “alone

can fix it”.

Civilization and His Discontents

“Tuesday,

will be 

Power Plant Day,

and Bridge Day,

all wrapped up

in one,

in Iran.

There will be

nothing 

like it!!!

Open 

the Fuckin’

Strait,

you crazy

bastards,

or you’ll

be living

in Hell-

JUST WATCH!

Praise be to

Allah.

President

DONALD J.TRUMP”

And then:

“A whole civilization

will die

tonight,

never to be

brought back

again.

I don’t

want that

to happen,

but it

probably

will.”

On Wednesday

(the next day):

“The United States

will work closely 

with Iran,

which we

have determined

has gone through

what will be

a very productive

Regime Change.”

Those tweets

he sent

spurred

talk 

of the 25th

Ammendement

by 

Alex Jones

and Marjorie

Taylor Greene,

no less.

I guess

even 

the most

uncivilized

can become

traumatized

or 

ignore

what

to us 

seemed

crazy

and cruel

before.

The toll

we’ll pay

will be more

than 

the cost

of The Strait

at the 

going rate.

We pummeled

Iran’s military

which was very

much 

not 

the threat,

yet,

it sounded

like 

a win.

The next

of kin,

may seem

new,

but it’s the

same regime,

just,

Khameni II.

And if allowed

to enrich

uranium,

um….

I’m not sure

what the peace

is for,

while

Iran holds

the world 

hostage,

controlling

the Strait

of Hormuz.

If he will

choose

peace

after this 

cease fire,

he will

require

a cut 

of the tolls.

That’s how

he rolls.

Civilization

can not

be his 

craps.

Gross Out

Blondie Bondi,

no longer

AG,

the chief attorney

of the country

(should be

for the country),

having been 

fired

just after

Kristi,

(now former

director 

of Homeland

Security),

joins the lists

of Trump

loyalists

who get

dumped

like finalists

in a contest

for the grossest.

Her handling

of the Epstein

stuff

was not enough

to satisfy

the guy

who knew

his crew

would be

screwed

if the files

were reviewed

and his lewd

persona

was displayed

alongside

his buddy-

a study

in how power

played

in a gross 

world-

became 

unfurled.

More men

were brought

down,

but the clown

at the top

will

never stop

taking,

making

the world

unsafe 

for democracy.

Who knew

there were

so many

gross

people?

Apparently,

Trump.

Takes one

to know

them all.

If the pattern

continues,

then Trump

will choose

someone 

grosser

in some way.

Jeff Sessions.

Bill Barr.

Pam Bondi.

Out 

with the gross,

in with the

grosser.

Unlike the Pharaoh

in the story

of Passover,

Trump

always lets

his people

go.

Creating crises

east

and west

Trump does

what he does

best:

conquest.

He is our

gross

national

product;

a man

whose

conduct

(or misconduct)

is gross

in every

way.

As Easter

Sunday

symbolizes 

victory

over sin

and even

death,

with the hope

of new life

and spiritual

renewal,

Trump

is a gross

reminder

of the need

to heed

the lessons

of power

and greed

and to become

more vigilant

and intelligent

about 

how to get

the gross

out of 

office 

for good.

Size Matters

Trump finally got

the biggest

crowds

ever

in US

history,

but will

it be 

enough?

The No Kings 3

demonstrations,

3000 

confirmations

of approximately

8 million

frustrations

with this administration

and demand

for democracy

to be

the rule,

not a cruel

fool,

infantile

and vile,

gauche,

louche,

driven

by money

and epic

fury,

proved 

that we

can unite

peacefully

for decency

and democracy.

A protest

alone

can’t dethrone

a would-be

king

or authoritarian

ring.

(See Tiananmen

Square, 1989).

But 

it’s a sign

nonetheless,

that 

in

nearly

every

municipality,

fearlessness

against

venality,

brutality,

criminality,

and more,

is growing.

Knowing

the size 

of the resistance

to the persistence

of this 

menace

should help 

us

flip the House

and Senate.

Let him

take credit

for ending

the war

soon.

It doesn’t

change

that he’s

still

a buffoon,

who will

soon

realize

that congress

must authorize

this “exercise”.

It’s the size 

that matters

most

to him,

whether

bright

or dim,

news

of multitudes

gets 

his attention.

Any mention 

of size

is a prize

to be had

or denied.

Regardless,

he’ll go on

attacking.

Your presence

is paramount

in order 

to dismount

this weak

yet pugnacious

anomaly.

Or is he?

Is he US?

Are we

just a  huge

country

that is obnoxious,

old,

fat,

ignorant,

and gluttonous?

Yesterday’s

No Kings Day

would suggest

otherwise,

based on

the size 

of the crowds

of those

who chose

to exercise

their

right to protest.

I hope

it’s a test

to show

that size 

matters.

Mint Condition

The only 

line

on a bill

that Trump

wants to 

sign

will fill

a tip 

jar

at the coffee

bar.

The at-once 

retro, yet

Crypto,

AI,

Social Media

guy

wants his

signature

bill

to be

a dollar.

That’s

his currency,

literally.

In a world

where

bigwigs

slip a few

to those who 

might curry

favors,

the currency

he savors,

his name,

visible,

is indivisible

from 

the most

powerful

person

“ever.”

“Never

has there

been….”

(nor 

should there

be)

another 

Donald J

Trump.

Sorry, Junior.

This latest

maneuver

by the Commander

in Chief

who neglects

to debrief,

and whose

belief

in distraction

as a course

of action,

wants 

to fulfill

his identity

with the dollar

bill.

The old guy

loves to try

to resurrect

what will

surely

die

as we become

conditioned

to digital

currency

and each

emergency

that makes

fossil fuel

less cool

or necessary.

We want

a breath

of fresh

air—

environmentally

and presidentially.

Only he

would say

that he’s

in Mint Condition.

Legacy Box

Like in 

a coffin,

we often

try to contain

what will remain

after us,

thus

drafting

and crafting

some image; 

some visage

for lineage

or heritage.

A life 

of importance;

of consequence.

In a sense,

we try

to ensure

that our death

will be more

than 

the end.

No one

is more

concerned

about having

earned

a place

in history

than 

the man

of Epic 

Fury.

Bored 

of peace,

the increase

of aggression

may be his

concession

to a time limit.

Does this war

inhibit?

Prohibit?

Or merely

exhibit

epic

destruction

without

reconstruction

because

we pretend

that’s on

them,

and you’re

welcome.

When Trump

feels boxed

in,

he claims

a win

with

notorious

epic fury.

Who needs 

diplomacy

or policy

when hostility

poses

for expediency?

The decency

of Americans

showed sympathy

for Iranians

who suffered

and died

after 

they tried 

to protest

their government’s

oppression.

The succession

of oppression

is a common

outcome

from

dictatorships.

The second

Assad

was worse

than the first.

And Kim Jung Ił

was still

not as bad 

as his son,

Kim Jung Un.

The legacy

of war

should abhor,

for

more than

a minute.

We enter

militarily

often

from lies

under the guise

that it’s

wise

to avert

iminent

threat,

yet,

we’re met

with the suprise

of hatred

for generations.

Subverting

diplomacy

and democratic

process,

to me inhibits

any success,

and Trump’s

legacy

of travesty

is tragedy

even if

military

victory

killed

the Ayatollah.

Miracle on ICE?

To address

the state

of the union

is to confess

….

wait…

nevermind….

is to profess

success

and redress

how to oppress

and exacerbate

a mess

unnecessarily

created.

Ever the ham

in front of

a cam

who will

hock

anything

he can,

and lie,

deny,

defy,

well,

you know

the guy.

He always

skates by,

and continues

to fly 

by the seat

of his

ginormous pants.

As we’re

whacked

around

with such

incredible speed,

indeed

the analogy

for this

current

pathology

is,

appropriately,

Ice Hockey.

The irony

(or maybe

not)

is the import

of the sport

in The Olympics.

It once 

defined

our win

against

The Soviet

Union

and Communism,

and this year,

both men

and women

brought home

the gold

for US.

Dominating

the ice

(wouldn’t

that

be nice!),

with speed

and tenacity

to upend

the capacity

of the opposition,

is always

the goal.

And whose

soul

has been sold

when Kash

Patel

will tell

the media

that his trip

to the Olympics

was indeed a

part of his

job description?

The Women’s

US Hockey

Team

politely

declined

the invitation

for the State

of the Union

speechification,

while the Men’s

Team 

was awarded

the Medal

of Freedom.

Are athletics

the metrics

of freedom?

(Not for women!)

And FYI,

Trump didn’t 

deny

as he joked,

that if he didn’t

invite the women’s

team,

which also beat

Team Canada

in overtime

for gold,

“I do believe

I probably

would be 

impeached.”

Oh,

the heights

we’ve reached

in our current

state

of the union.

Pretti Good

They have

immunity

from the 

community

of humanity

for this insanity

in any

“blue” city-

even after

point blank

killing

Good

and Pretti.

Not

an acknowledgement

or even

embarrassment;

just

harassment

while claiming

being

harassed.

The goal

of intimidation

to suppress

immigration

reflects

fear

and loathing;

just look

at their

clothing.

Aren’t

big guns

enough?

Is this

being

tough

on immigration

with no

legislation,

just enjoying

vexation?

Each incident

no accident,

is an 

illegitimate

claim of threat.

And the president

has set

this all 

in motion

from the notion

that

intimidation

gets results.

But the adults

are protesting,

defending

the constitution;

our own

American

self defense.

The pretense

of legitimacy

for ICE

in the city,

is chapter 1

of the tyranny

of the police

state.

Will 

this state

of hate

be just

Pretti

Good?