Concerto for blunt instrument

An irregular heartbeat from d.o. to you. Not like a daily kos, more like a sometime sloth. Fast relief from the symptoms of blogarrhea and predicated on the understanding that the world is not a stage for our actions, rather it is a living organism upon which we depend for our existence.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

All The President’s Lies














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“Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence.”   - John Adams
                                                                                                   

Mirrors turn you left to right when
the morning finds you wishing, when
the news is not in keeping with
the picture you have fixed firmly
to the surface, the false wall in the hall
the gold plated plaque in the back
of every idea that occurs to you
the news that argues with you too
is not true to you, out of your order
little dirty people cluttering up your
lobby dressed poorly and sorely in
need of punishment, replacement
a few words will do from you to
put them in their place, out of
your race, your face in the mirror
not quite right but certainly grand
and terribly in charge, you think.

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