Numb. 1007 Toward What End?

Might not it “BE BEST” to let Donald stay?

Melanie lets him … tho' that's day to day.

He seems … disinclined? … to go away.

Casting aside our justified fears,

we let him hang on for four more years?

Or do we do the Solomon thing?

(Which could be a bit of a laugh.)

Donald becomes Confederate King —

we cut the country in half?

Naturally, we'd reorder borders …

lay down a whole lot more walls.

Tho' this gives rise … two domestic disorders —

what you'd expect when an empire falls.

(A ruler who has no clue what he's doin',

is bound to lead to everyone's ruin.)

Rome, as they say, did not fall in a day.

Tho' split in two, it declined anyway.

Eventually, everything — in the end — does.

That's how it is. (And always was.)

In the interim, betwixt collapses,

you have to choose between perhapses.

Donald stays? 

Or Donald goes? 

Which disaster

has him depart —

FOREVER! — faster?

Numb. 1006 Whatever It Takes (the Business Mens' Political Creed)

We maintain everything's fine

if we can say the trains are on time.

If keeping on schedule involves kitten killing,

that is a sacrifice we will make willingly.

The economy requires reliable transport,

so kitty-cat lives are not important.

As with paws, so with the laws.

You do what you have to only because

anything that could diminish your profit

must be opposed, you have to stop it.

Best business practice always depends

on whatever means lead to your ends.

Numb. 1005 Points To Ponder

I find this an encouraging sign:

regardless how Republicans whine

“Covid restrictions are very unfair”,

they do not propose the answer is prayer.

Also of interest, the curious fact:

no one among these GOP hacks

says a sure cure is lower taxes.

Where GOP sees no more than veniality,

reality shows Donald's amoral totality.

As you watch this grand denouement,

ponder not, “What doth Donald want?”

Waste no concern on this cretinous simian

as he sinks into deservèd oblivion.

Numb. 1004 Vaccine Priority:The King's Gambit (or The Queens Bandit's Next Trick)

Who will be first to get the vaccine?

Naturally, those with the dough.

Then, perhaps, winning contestants

on a brand new TV reality show?

Hosted by (fanfare here, please)

the petulant president who caused this disease

to get a firm foothold, allowed it to spread,

until, as foretold, thousands lay dead,

who ignored the facts, who championed quacks,

who abandoned the combat to uninformed hacks,

who lied and denied while followers died,

gasping their last crying, “He's on our side.”

His ratings, of course, will go through the roof.

(If you're on TV, you don't need vote fraud proof.)

His fans will lap up whatever is said.

Instead of “You're fired!” he'll tell them, “YOU'RE DEAD!”

Numb. 1003 Now It Can Be Told (straight from a genius president brain)

There never was any virus.

Whole damn thing was a hoax.

Like the moon is made of green cheese

or allegations I binge Diet Cokes.

I cross my fingers whenever I “promise”,

when I take a vow or an oath.

I can screw whores and break all the laws.

On a good day, I often do both.

Three raw vaccines, I made them finer.

Perfected them to a T.

Thereby combating fake virus from China.

All LEGAL voters voted for me.

I remain the same: a sane stable genius,

not the least bit unhinged.

Everyone knows I won the election.

Just ask the lunatic fringe.

Rudy will show I was cheated

out of a victory.

General Mike Flynn says, “Declare Martial Law”.

Will I or won't I? Maybe. We'll see.