We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Twas the night before Inauguration, and up in the tower,
The Donald reflected on his newfound power. The conservative masses had come out in force, And delivered a victory that would chart a new course.
The snowflakes were shell-shocked with tears in their eyes, The media lied to them . . . What a surprise. They had been promised a Hillary win, But the criminal Clinton took one on the chin.
And though from all corners celebrities flew, They made no impression, for they hadn’t a clue. They talked about climate, racism, and such, And they made up good stories . . . But didn’t know much.
The fake news and ignorance came at a cost, And they can’t understand all the reasons they lost. They blame it on Comey and Bernie and Vlad, But fail to acknowledge the one that was bad.
Yes, Hillary Clinton, in many ways flawed, Was her own biggest hurdle toward getting the nod. The campaign exposed her corruptness and greed, And her speeches were punch-less as ten dollar weed.
So out in the streets there arose such a clatter, It was Soros-paid protestors and Black Lives Matter. With cities to pillage and windows to smash, They knew not the issues, but needed the cash.
Eight years of Obama had given them cause, To expect a replacement of their Santa Claus. But soon the protestors will feel the pain, When the wheels fall off of the old gravy train.
And now all the snowflakes are riddled with fear, Upset and offended by things that they’ll hear. The cocoa and crayons will help for a while, But fact-based opinions will soon cramp their style.
I originally supported, and voted, for Cruz, In the end, I would vote for whoever they choose. He wasn’t my first choice, but soon I would cede, The one they call Trump is the one that we need.
I saw him on TV in front of a crowd, He spoke about veterans, it made me feel proud. He spoke about energy, safety, and jobs, Taking this country back from the Washington snobs.
He was dressed in Armani, all tailored and neat, And the Brunos he wore made the outfit complete. For a man of his vintage, he seemed rather fit, And he looked presidential, I have to admit.
His eyes glowed like embers, his smile was the best, And his hair was the color of my old hunting vest. His love for this country was on full display, And his actions spoke louder than his words could say.
He thanked all his voters, and before he was gone, Saved thousands of jobs while Obama looked on. The fate of this country left nothing to chance, So, he filled out his cabinet weeks in advance.
The men he had chosen were of the same mind, Let’s set the bar high, and not lead from behind. He picked up his phone as he rose from his seat, With a flick of his finger, he sent out this tweet;
“Now Mattis!, now Kelly!’ now Sessions! And Pruitt! On Perry! On Flynn, You’re the ones who can do it. Start lifting restrictions and building the wall, Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”;
The roar of his audience rose from the stands, He kissed all their babies and shook all their hands. He answered their questions and calmed all their fears, They knew it would be a fantastic four years.
Then he jumped in his limo, and off to his jet, A fellow that Liberals won’t soon forget. He sent one more tweet as the evening expired; “Happy Inauguration to all, AND OBAMA – YOU’RE FIRED!”
After all of these years, it is hard to believe
By tomorrow this time, Obama will leave.
Like what Nixon had once said a long time before
We won't have you to kick around here any more.
With some friends you should go, this is something I think,
To a bar for a glass of whatever you drink.
Maybe even a pint of some stout Guinness beer
You don't have to go home but you cannot stay here.
With opponents you've not often seen eye to eye
But let bygones be bygones as we say goodbye.
The one piece of advice they will give you no doubt
Please don't let the door hit you as you're walking out.
But what's this that I hear, you're not going away
In a house in D.C. you've decided to stay?
There's not much that I'm sure of but this I do know
There's no way we can miss you if you do not go.
And as the sun rose upon the city on the hill, there was a collective sigh from all around the land. A great weight had been lifted, or a least a promise of such. Those who for eight years had never mattered, were poised for the ensuing battle to regain what was lost. The day was cloudy and the rains fell washing clean the streets. It mattered not, for in the hearts of the forgotten, the sun began to shine.
Well said, all of you MF-ers. I can finally exhale after holding my breath for eight-plus years. New day in America! True hope that our President Trump is listening after working with a government that has had its hearing aid turned off for many decades.
Make no mistake, I have no problem with dissent. Our country was founded on dissent. But I do have huge (YUGE) problems with manufactured propaganda aided by a complicit media only adding to the disruptions in order to collect more readership, viewership, listeners and clicks. In other words, using the public to profit. Let's develop some media who thrive on debate, dialogue and valuing different perspectives.