Monthly Archives: November 2016

Syllogism II (Notmypresident Edition)

DT says flag burners should have their citizenship revoked. Flouting the Constitution is equivalent to burning the flag. Therefore, DT should have his citizenship revoked.

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Syllogism I (Notmypresident Edition)

DT says the election is rigged. DT was elected by a rigged system. Therefore, DT is not my president.

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Not My President

“The system is rigged, folks. Believe me. It’s rigged.”

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Resolution

Lately, I’ve been suffering  — suffering from the aftermath of the recent “rigged” elections. I guess you could call it Post-Election Trauma Syndrome or PETS for short.  Like many, I cannot believe or accept the results: that a man who … Continue reading

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A Poem From Garden of Rain

Sally Zakariya has posted  a poem from Garden of Rain on her blog But Does It Rhyme? Enjoy the poem and explore this very pleasant and engaging blog.

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swimming in the swell of the swamp

it’s filling up quickly

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What Have You Got to Lose?

Welcome to the third world

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Resist

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Alienation Blues

This poem was originally written during the Reagan years. It is still appropriate, I believe. You invite me with your sweet talk with your talk talk talk you invite me you say hey Jose my name is John but that … Continue reading

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On The Eve Of (not my) president tRump

an old poem a new meaning HITLER IS NOT DEAD for Steve Biko Hitler is not dead he’s swimming in the harbors of Nicaragua Hitler is not dead he’s building settlements on the West Bank Hitler is not dead he’s … Continue reading

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