Pence Gallows

Pence Gallows

 

“So glad to have met yah”.
The Proud Boys all exclaim.
Sentenced most to prison time,
Though Donald is to blame.

They’re all to blame.
I know it’s true.
They need to believe –
his lies.

Whatever he sells,
They’re always there –
So eager –
And willing to buy.

He Became a Force to them.
A permit to express,
The deepest forms of bigotry –
No need to now Suppress.

Thrown under the bus by Dementia Don.
Doesn’t remember what he said.
At rally, said he’d join with them.
Really, that’s what he said.

The March to Capitol lawn to far
Service detail brought him his car.
“Capitol lawn!”, he screamed to, “GO!”.
Men in Black yelled “no, no, NO”.

Yesterday born all seemed to be,
Believing he’s God’s right hand.
His every word a Parable,
They’re unable to understand.

They followed his words to the Tee.
He left them on their own, you see.
Now rushing to the CAPITOL
He must catch them on TV.

While watching all in dining hall,
With smile upon his face –
A gallows was erected there,
for Pence to know his place.

You said you would be joining us,
And march to Capitol Lawns.
A toll it took upon us all,
Becoming Don’s Royal Pawns

In your checkered game of chess
To keep secrets and your might –
You hide the Constitution –
An apparition in your sight

Our Democracy depends on Courts,
To uphold our laws. It’s true.
But ignoring the truths in front of them
Seems mainly what some do.

Supreme Court liars on precedence,
Like ghosts of Christmas past
We need to shine a light on them,
To make our Country last.

“Victim-i-Nation Tour”

“Victim-i-Nation Tour”

Spoiler Alert (The following editorial is not meant to belittle or humiliate. It’s intent is to inform.)

I have attended State Fairs and Carnivals in my youth. Having spent all of my allowance only to win prizes worth next to nothing, I always wondered what would possess me to do that. Was it a gambling gene? My grandfather was forever losing a paycheck gambling at the nearby horse track. Was it a test of skill on my part? Afterall every booth had a contest that I could easily accomplish. Ah! There’s the catch, for even when I won, I lost. The prize was never worth the cost of admission.

So it is in this 2024 election cycle. Ring Master Donald barks at his MAGA cult. Send me your money, the prizes are vast. They sell out fast.

Trading cards of him as Astronaut Donald, Elvis, or many of his other delusions. $99 ea.
A T-shirt with his official indictment “mugshot” $47 ea.
Or better yet, the official indictment “mugshot” mug. $47 ea.
Etc. $$$$
Etc. $$$$$$
Etc. $$$$$$$$$
And his latest grift selling cheep 13 dollar golden sneakers at SneakerCon.com for $399 per pair.

The Donald is ‘Music Man 2024’, a theatrical film starring his one and only, flamboyant self.

As the Department of Justice closes in on the “DON” he expands his “Victim-I-Nation Tour”.

He criss-crosses the country whining that he is being persecuted, just like you. He proclaims from his private jet that in every way he is JUST LIKE YOU.

Honestly, Do you really believe that you are just like him, that he relates to you? If you do, Boy. Do I have a truckload of Band instruments to sell you!

He is being prosecuted not persecuted for the crimes he has committed. You or I would be in Prison by now.

You are not a victim when you have earned your punishment.

Lying and accusing others while your hands are still in the cookie jar and crumbs are still on your face does not exude innocence, no matter how pathetically you protest.

Tragedy and Comedy are indeed two sides of a coin.

Sorry for this, but it is time to ponder and reflect on this coin toss of an upcoming election.

In this 2024 election we have a choice to spend our money and either go see:

“Music Man 2024 – Springtime for Hitler our Demigod” or

“America Forward – Our Democracy and Republic, United”

I, on leaving the Fairground, instinctively knew I had been swindled. The vast majority of MAGA Carnival attendees sadly cannot find their way off the Fairground.

There are maps out there. I implore you to open and read them.

American Watercolor

American Watercolor

Political Landscape
American Watercolor
Transparent Sheen
Brilliant Colors
Blended Hues
Multiple Shades
Easily washed away
Our Constitution
A Drop-cloth
Late Arrival
Drips Splash
Spills Smear
Apathy’s Consequence
Muddied Truth
Sullied America
Clock Ticking
Alarm RINGING!!!!!!!!!
WAKE UP!

RKO Ⓒ2024 All Rights Reserved

 

A “Bedford Falls” Future.

A “Bedford Falls” Future.

I wrote a poem, “The Great Bandini” in my last post on my POET-TREE.com site. It was about a has-been circus performer whose bravado and bluster finally killed him.

His bluster was most likely the result of a lifelong search for love and acceptance from everyone and anyone, especially from his father.

This bluster became his greatest strength as an entertainer and his greatest weakness as a human being.

As a result, his inability to tolerate weakness in himself or others prevented him from ever developing empathy for others.

He always controlled conversations and dismissed any constructive criticisms. He always believed that he knew more than anyone else.

When confronted with ideas new to him, he would pretend that he knew every nuance of that subject. If that failed, he proclaimed that nobody had ever thought of that concept before.

He therefore became a constant showman, and carnival barker.
This resulted in his having to always con, bribe or pay to feel any kind of love during his lifetime.

Sometimes life imitates art; Mr. “Pretender to the Presidency”.
The outgoing Obama administration left you a Pandemic Emergency Preparation Manual. As a result of your petty disdain of anything related to President Obama, you immediately dismissed it.

We had a safety net in place for this Pandemic ready to catch us.
Not being satisfied with cutting holes in that net, you removed it completely along with the professionals who would have implemented it.

You say you want our country to return to normal. Your “normal” is where the elite call the shots and the goal of business is profit with no thought given to the detrimental impact on the environment or civilization.

Business devoid of conscience results in every city and town becoming a “Pottersville” as in Frank Capra 1946 film “It’s a Wonderful Life”.

When this pandemic is finally defeated, we should not rebuild the past but forge a new future of altruistic capitalism. Then both large corporations and small businesses will treat all their employees as a trusted and valued investment.

People’s health care must not be tied to their employment. Many unemployed are now seeing the holes in that safety net.

Returning to “Normal” is not an option. That “Normal” was a failure for the majority of Americans. We must be better than that.
Let us all strive for a better, brighter future. This November 3, 2020, Election Day will be the beginning of that brighter, hope filled future; a Frank Capra “Bedford Falls” future.

RKO © 2022

UPDATE

We won in 2020, but in the intervening 4 years, Trump and his “MAGAteers” have strived to recreate their degenerate POTTERSVILLE once again. PLEASE get out. RING BELLS! AND VOTE all MAGA candidates out.

An angel gets his wings; a scene from Frank Capras' film, "It's a Wonderful Life"

The Great Bandini

catcher in a trapeze act loses his grip

For safety reason a net’s required
And THE GREAT BANDINI, soon retired, 
All pumped up and now inspired, 
Must have his last best show.

And falling into open arms; 
He wonders if he’ll miss.
Attention spans are fleeting. 
Distractions can do harm.

And slipping, missing 
Outstretched arms, 
He falls to earth 
with loud alarm.

To please this crowd
And make them cry…
No net tonight…
BANDINI……. Goodbye!

Poem and illustrations by RKO ©2023

Trabeze artist slips and falls to his death.

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