For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us;
And he will never advance beyond the emotional control of a Small Child;
And the government will rest on His shoulders;
For the lawmakers shall become as Court Jesters;
And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Eternal Father, Prince of Peace!
For He shall multiply war spending many fold, create a personal army, blow up random victims in the far reaches of the Earth, normalize genocide, return unto the War Department its proper name, and establish the Holy Deployment of the Red Horseman of nuclear tactical strike;
And He shall say unto His disciples:
“If you continue in My word, you are truly My disciples. Then you will know habitual lying and habitual lying will set you free.”
But they shall not hear, as all Life will have vanished from the land.
Very well said for something so *colossally* unwell.
In a somewhat similar vein, especially the last statement:
“The president is a man who is always in the wrong.”
“Every election is a sort of advance auction sale of stolen goods.”
“Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want, and deserve to get it good and hard.”
“A good politician is quite as unthinkable as an honest burglar.”
“The chief function of the chief executive is to make sure that the people are kept in a state of confusion.”
“The most dangerous man to any government is the man who is able to think things out for himself.”
“As democracy is perfected, the office of the President represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be occupied by a downright fool and a complete narcissistic moron.”
–H L Mencken
trump is the anti-christ
what a warning!
On Second Thought
Face the world, Uncle Sam, you stand naked, alone.
Retribution’s come due. Faith and credit are gone.
You have squandered good will, soaked your banner in blood.
Seething rage now engulfs all like sickness and flood.
Parts of kids strewn about. Backs are turned. Eyes are closed.
Far too much to take in, killer instinct exposed.
There’s a nerve that goes live at the sweet stench of death,
Desperation respired now with each shallow breath,
So we ache till we’re numb, then turn smartly away:
What we don’t see can’t hurt us. All’s well. We’re OK.