Like Danes or Panes could ever fight me?
Dumb-ass small countries — they can go bite me.
Me, Putin, Xi, we got us nukes.
Say “José" or “Hamlet" put up their dukes ...
Ten seconds. Knockout. Victory, me.
Greenland, Canal? Totally free.
Since I easily defeated Kamala,
it's only fair that I take Canada.
Have I got other claims territorial?
Wait'll I Finnish Third Reich tutorial.
My takeaway from Carter’s departure:
I have another 23 years.
Making America great's just for starters.
Last president. First of the tsars.
I die, in office, in two-oh-four-seven,
resume my place as God in Heaven.
Meine Erkenntnis aus Carters Abgang: Ich habe noch 23 Jahre. Amerika groß zu machen ist nur der Anfang. Letzter Präsident. Erster der Zaren. Ich sterbe im Amt im Jahr 2047 und nehme meinen Platz als Gott im Himmel wieder ein.
Academic Danilo Brozović says studies of failed civilisations all point in one direction – today’s society needs radical transformation to survive — Guardian
If we contrive somehow to survive
catastrophes of our own making,
How many, I wonder, will be alive
to pick up whatever is left for the taking?
Will civilization crumble completely
and indoor plumbing be butt a memory?
Will we don hand-me-down animal skins
and wear hand hewn, stone-tooled accessories?
will Donald and Elon provide a solution —
after rebooting the Constitution —
enabling thriving amidst destitution;
ignoring those who request restitution;
while unworldly Bernie rants, “Redistribution!";
drunk, Rudy grumbles, “Unjust persecution!";and Matt Gaetz, as ever, pursues prostitution?
Will there, instead, be a revolution?
Random rhymes from my pen poured
a scribbling scrawl unbid
Sometimes in a Buddhist mood
it seems something I did
in some past life a foreign land
in this vast folderol
Looking back I have to say
I really fooled you all
Without me would there have been
a youth revolt at all
Without me would there have been
and Mary, Peter, Paul
I wrote the words I called the tune
primed status quo to fall
Looking back I have to say
I really fooled you all
Money flowed and praise bestowed
genius that I am
Lyrics that at most could boast
a whiff of past-date Spam
Smoking weed you thought my screed
made sense I recall
Looking back I have to say
I really fooled you all
With peace at hand I formed a band
a merry minstrelsy
and wrote of love and what's above
and broken memory
It was lame but money came
They play me at The Mall
Looking back I have to say
I really fooled you all
The times have changed and changed
again to back where they began
What can then this portend
for dying Dylan fans
Is there crap deep perhaps
beneath my great cash haul
Looking back I have to say
I really fooled you all
I'm told schnooks have written books
probed my life for facts
What's next jazz some razz-ma-tazz
Perhaps learn the sax
Leave the scene to Bruce Springsteen
like Fidel did to Raul
Looking back I have to say
I really fooled us all
Regulators Sue 3 Big Banks Over Rampant Fraud on Zelle
Action against Bank of America, JPMorgan Chase and Wells Fargo may not survive President-elect Donald J. Trump’s return to office. — New York Times
Oh, dear Lord, if fraud were outlawed,
how would we stay in business?
Donald Trump knows how things have to work.
Prey that he'll save us from Democrat jerks
who blather, “Consumers must be protected"
while lazy fair tells us they're best neglected.
Grandmothers fall for fraud and flimflam?
Who cares? It advances our profit plan.
Caveat emptor. Hail Trump, our Emperor.
Anything that a Republican does
I do not consider a crime.
On the other hand ... Democrats? YES!
BUT THEY ARE NOT masterminds.
I pardon each and every Republican
for “crimes” planned or committed.
Democrats? Deport or lock ’em up.
At the very least have ’em committed.
Where’er I see an empty expanse,
I think, “I can fix it, of course.”
Whether near water, or under sand,
I picture oil rigs. Or a golf course.
Some say land has better uses —
“nat-ur-al hab-i-tat” crap.
So very SAD. Losers excuses.
“Saving the planet.” Who gives a rap?
Bigly hotels, casinos, resorts,
slathered in “gold" to cover the warts.
I grab. I take. I make stuff useful.
TRUMP out in front makes all things beautiful.
As Donald prepares to take TOTAL power,
he still thinks of others while in the shower.
He slathers soft soap on his beautiful body —
after, of course, he has gone potty.
Given his fear of serious germs,
he starts every day on the cleanest of terms,
brushes his teeth, shampoos his hair,
shaving his face — the fairest of fair.
For instance, this morning
he thought — stretching, yawning —
“What Christmas gift
would heal a rift
should my proposals
cause those less loyal
to turn up their noses?”
His brain, big and brilliant,
his hair somewhat damp,
birthed at that instant:
“A RUBBER STAMP!”
“One for each delegation in Congress,
another for each of the courts.
Republicans only.
Let Dems be jaundiced.
I won fair and square.
They’re rotten sports.
Yes, it’s expensive,
but it won’t be that bad.
I will command,
‘Bring your ink pad!'"
Hitler did a lot of good things.
So did, EXCUSE ME!, Caligula.
When I told Melanie some of his stuff,
she said, “Donald, oh what a pig you are."
Since Dems can never again be elected,
TIME to repeal the twenty-second amendment?
OR BETTER YET —
Given cost, bother, and imperfections
of holding never-ending elections,
Some people say — may I say I agree? —
TIME to return to monarchy.
Last president = first Emperor
(Then Melanie cannot tell me I “bother" her.)
Caesar was God, way back in Rome.
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