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

 

Pillow-Man

Pillow-Man

Pillow-Man very Twitty.
And his pillows now deplete.
His evidence not showing,
Would now, bring him to defeat.

Pillow-Man such a ditty –
If only he’d confess.
Judgment by a jury,
Brought “De Fame” in such LARGESS.

Pillow-Man not so Pretty,
As he now begins to bleat.
“Judgment now – is upon me,
Don; I’m kneeling at your feet.”

Pillow-Man is now praying.
It hurts him to the core.
“Give me cash so I can pay them.
I beg you. I implore.”

Pillow-Man now is fleeing.
Lawyers left him in the dirt.
Don snidely snubbed him.
Such delight – a just dessert.

Pillow-Man is just not seeing,
What most know to be true.
The election was not stolen,
So, it’s just – that he was sued.

Pillow-Man now is reeling,
With debt that he must pay.
His support for the Donald –
He’ll regret to – dying day.

© 2024 RKO

Our “Leader” loves to play “Doctor”.

Our “Leader” loves to play “Doctor”.*

He has been screwing us metaphorically since his inauguration.

Our Oval Office Occupier, “inflectionally” referred to as the “4-O”, said researchers should try to apply their findings of sunlight’s effect on the corona virus; by inserting UV light into patients’ bodies.

Now the President wants everyone to bend over, literally.

He also believes injecting disinfectant into people is a viable approach to killing the virus. Heads up! That will kill you. When and if someone dies from injecting themselves with a disinfectant, the President should be charged with Manslaughter. Oh! Wait; Someone has died.

A person in Arizona died after ingesting chloroquine phosphate (a drug to kill fish parasites). He did this after hearing “4-O” extolling the virtues of chloroquine in his many rally ranting national nightly COVID-19 pandemic briefings.

What will be the next insane idea to babble forth from his majestically mental mind?

Why not bring the infected out to sea, bind their hands and feet and throw them overboard. That will kill the virus.

*  (Innuendo implied)

 

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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TrumpaCare: “We will cover you.”

TrumpaCare: “We will cover you.”

(AP Photo/Ronald Zak)

“I WANT TO GET YOU ALL BACK TO WORK AGAIN.  I, er… I mean, we can’t afford to have my, er… I mean, our economy stagnate.  I promise you will have the best healthcare, and everybody knows I never go back on a promise. Billy Barr will vouch for me on that. Won’t you Billy? … Billy?”

“You will all be covered under “TrumpaCare”. Nobody will be overlooked or forgotten. I never miss a thing. That wasn’t really toilet paper on my shoe. Sharp Mind you know. I see everything.”

No Donald! Americans are having to stay home now. They are finally able to see and hear all your exaggerations and lies.

You are nothing but a petulant impatient blustering buffoon, shored up by GOP ass-kissers.

Your cultish followers are unable to think for themselves. It is easy to lead the uninformed by blaming all their problems on and scapegoating the “others”. They believe life would be so much better if we got rid of them all.

Sadly, that’s what happened in Germany in the years between 1930 and 1945, when their citizens fell for the promises of their Fuhrer Adolf Hitler.

The thinking public realize that you do not govern through action, but only through knee jerk reaction.

You react with bluster and blame only. You take credit for other people’s accomplishments.

Reactions to a PANDEMIC late in the fight fall short of Actions that were taken in advance preparing for a possible PANDEMIC.

Do we all want to be covered by “TrumpaCare”? I don’t think so!

It seems MAGA now stands for:

Making America’s Graves Abundant.

“Rally around the Flag” moments

“Rally around the Flag” moments

Our citizens have always “rallied around the flag” in moments of great crisis; Pearl Harbor, John F. Kennedy’s assassination, and Nine-eleven.

Though more localized, the Boston Marathon Bombing, recent hurricane disasters as well as the raging forest fires that ravaged our Western states have all united and focused us.

Today during this COVID-19 pandemic many Americans have self quarantined. They see this as not only protecting themselves, but also protecting all their family members. I believe that deep down they know their isolation is protecting their community and their country.

We have all seen the compassion of our neighbors and the fortitude of our first responders, and the unrelenting dedicated service of our medical community.

We have seen grocery store employees show up to work in what must be considered a hazardous environment.

We, whether alone or with our families gather each day in front of televisions to watch the daily pandemic news briefings.

We receive advice and comfort from the medical experts at these briefings, however these “rally around the flag” moments have turned into a “rally ‘round his flatulence” moments.

We’re all confined in small spaces like occupants in stalled elevators. The smell of Donald’s lies creeps up on us. Enveloped, we yearn for blessed escape.

Many in his GOP party have not only grown accustomed to the aroma but have actually BRANDED it. They sell it on each of their Infomercial briefings to a captive audience.

Our so called “leader” treats each of these briefings as a sideshow and a GOP campaign rally.

He blames anyone and everyone for the sad state we are all in now. All while his arrogance, his disdain for the free press, his lack of intelligence, and his poor leadership skills are on display.

Some are buying what he has to sell, but hopefully most are not.

Rally ‘round his flatulence at your own peril.