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Oh Darkness, Darkness
“Darkness, darkness, long and lonesome, take
away my pain. I have felt the edge of sadness.
I have known the depth of fear.”--Robert Plant.
Pandemic just used to be distant words on the
tattered pages of history--global catastrophe from
centuries past. In the third indigo year of the Trump
Presidency, only a few foresaw the planet-wide
Less than a dozen people came down with Covid-19
just up the road from me in WA state. Our idiot-in-chief
claimed in would disappear in a month. The moment
Trump uttered that blasphemy, I freaked. I visualized
God becoming outraged. Trump’s moronics had to be
smitten for sure, but Jehovah’s anger was molten and
it enflamed and enslaved a planet with the virus.
Meanwhile all the ignorance, lies, and evil that was
promulgated by Trumpism drove a searing wedge into
the heart of our nation. Nearly half of us resided in a
false narrative, a counter-dimension, a separate
reality. Trump became King of Looney Tunes Land.
Reinforced for years by alternate facts, distortions,
delusions, cursed lies and insane conspiracy
theories, the K.K.K, Proud Boys, Boogaloo Boys,
Oath keepers, Qanon, Nazis, Birchers, and holdout
Jim Crowers brought out the chains, bullwhips,
lynching ropes, metal baseball bats and MAGA hats.
Trump drooled with joy as he incited them, cried for
insurrection, stirred the fabricated turds, spewing vile
lies, and pointing the way down Pennsylvania Avenue
to the Capital Building, telling them he would be with
them, that he loved them. Soon we heard chanting,
Hang Mike Pence and Kill Nancy Pelosi. Stoked with
the Kool Aid, the blood thirsty mob stormed the
Capital. Five people died. Democracy was held
hostage for two terrifying hours.
Yes, they impeached Trump for the second time, and
his dismal disgrace will forever darken the future
pages of History. Now, here we are, on the final day
of his infamous lunatic reign, preparing for his
flood of cronie pardons, and being forced to
provide him with a majestic send-off at joint-
base Andrews, with a fucking red carpet, a
shiny military band, and a 21-gun salute as
he boards Air Force One to fly to Florida.
What the son-of-a-bitch deserves is to be
handcuffed and muzzled, and like his hero
Mussolini, be dragged behind a Hum Vee all
the way to Mari Lago.
Regardless, tomorrow will be the first day
of breathing untainted air, of sanity, dignity,
liberty and shining Hope. Joe Biden has
inherited a ReTrumplican shit show, a plethora
of problems, and a country, and a world in
terrible crisis and chaos. Yet, hey, I’m smiling,
and so should you.
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub