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Just to let you know that while the March for Our Lives was taking place in DC there were protests against guns running concurrently in cities all over Europe. For example in Edinburgh, a protest which I presume had more to do with Trump rather than AR 15s.

As an American citizen I am pro 2nd amendment. Do I like guns? No. Have I held a gun? No. But in this country the 2nd amendment is an absolutely necessity.

Why Europeans were out in the street for this March for Life is beyond me. Paris, London, Glasgow. Lucerne etc. It does not affect them. It affects me because I live here but I can assure you I wasn’t walking up US1 in a pussy hat holding a placard.

The US has a written constitution. The U.K. does not have a written constitution. Maybe David Hogg and his teletubbies should think through the ramifications before jumping head first into their paddling pools.

I am disappointed in Europeans coming out on to the street protesting against something they do not understand. It strikes me more and more that the march was politically motivated and the money that paid for the 30 coaches to rumble into Pennsylvania Avenue did not come from Tinkerbell’s magic dust. Soros paid a million. Clooney paid half a million. Etc. it’s maneuvering new young voters away from the evil Trumpsters so they can get a result in 2018 with virgin voters and henceforth impeach the POTUS. Won’t happen.

I for one will vote Trump so less of the ambivalence about me being a lib on the fence. I’m an independent. I veer right. Hence my vote for Trump in November. Immigration is my big worry. Should be for all Americans. I will not vote Dem. If there is no wall and no resolution to the DACA problem adios America.

So America has to deal with it and cannot be told what to do by some brats that cannot open a tin of beans or change a tire.

And don’t jump off the Trump train over one terrible bill. (The military needed the money. The pork was cancerous.) The consequences would be so severe you’d be better off jumping under the train.

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Your voices make little difference,

The wind has the power to defeat

And take away all this dire screaming

But leave blisters and scars on your feet.

 

You can dress in vaginal outfits,

Give a finger to every young cop

Throw water bottles

At barking Alsatians,

There is nothing to say you must stop.

 

Urinate on the stars and stripes if you want,

Wipe your feet or your ass on the flag,

Smash up a Starbucks

(But don’t expect to get served),

Smash up banks

(Who financed your candidate),

And shout down the scum who you hate.

 

But it won’t make any difference

I can assure you,

The bed in the attic’s still there,

The food stamps will keep on arriving,

And the wind will still blow in your hair.

 

The streets will be cleared in the morning

As sad bitter people disperse,

To the buses and trains and planes waiting,

And the undertaker driving the hearse.

 

 

 

 

 

Patience

November 12, 2016 — Leave a comment

When the good in people

Wins the battle

Evil

Will wait

And wait

Until it can strike

 

So let it meander

In Hell’s

Never ending realm

Until it consumes itself

In its own self rendered rage

Breath In Deeply

November 28, 2015 — 1 Comment

Seated on a wooden chair
Elbows on the table
Hands elevated cradling a mug
Of Columbian dark coffee
With a little more sugar
To lighten the mood

As the flickering images
From my bland H.D. T.V.
Tripped around the walls
And the voice from the newsreader
Painted with blush and mascara

Now running down her cheeks
Flipped her script over
And looked straight at the camera
Pretending she was looking at me
And said a nuclear device had been detonated
In Times Square
The third such incident in America that day
And I watched her scream spitting blood

As the picture cut off

And I laughed so loudly
Because I knew this would happen
I knew this would happen
I knew this was going to happen
I had always known this
Was going to happen

But nobody listened

Because nobody wanted
A world where
The truth conflicted with the shallow
Thoughts and expectations of a generation
Built on the hopes of material desire
Because deities were not marketable commodities

You had your wish granted
And God is gone
From your life

So breath in deeply

And scream

That way
You will not suffer
When your insides

Once home to a soul burns

The hollow screams

Will fade