18 hours later and, with the rising sun, the fog on the windows of the mind is clearing. I always knew Donald was like that. It always showed. Move along, there is nothing new here.
Conscious women, can I say feminist women, saw it when he divorced Ivana or Marla or dismissed Melania or man-handled Ivanka. We saw it on the Apprentice. We saw it with his sons and the slaughter of big game in Africa. We saw it with his disregard for Trump workers. With his succession of bankruptcies. With his opulence. With his hair, tan and oddly long ties. With behavior that would send a second grader to the principal’s office and a sophomore to detention. We have always seen it.
I think the pain of this explosive revelation that Farenthold facilitated and Access Hollywood with Billy Bush withheld, lies in the slow boil of it all. How did everyone NOT see it from the start? That is the immorality of it all. What has happened to the quieting of the American Conscience?
What has happened in the pulpit where cash is grabbed and, in some cases, little boys and girls. What has happened in textbooks in the tacit removal of the mistreatment of the indigenous people, African people, Chinese people, women in total – too many to list. And we celebrate these atrocities naming them Columbus day or Thanksgiving day. And, of course, Women’s Equality day which is a titular lie.
We have sent the Elders into substandard silos of dismissal. We have used white-out on our Story-Tellers. We have hidden the suffering and poor who remind us of the calling to generosity and lie in stark contrast under blue tarps with their only loved one, their dog. We arrest indiscriminately and it appears that the overcrowding of prisons is being solved with outright assassinations on the street. We medicate people into dysfunction. We surround cemeteries with fences to promote the worst illusion of all, immortality.
And now we will simplify this boiling pot. We will tar and feather. We will drag through the street. We will make ourselves righteous by vilifying in short and long term public shaming. When after all it was you and me.
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul to waste.
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
I shouted out,
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste,
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
It isn’t that I believe in the devil.
I believe in Art.
Thank you Keith and Mick
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