Would That – KensView

Piña Coladas

I am tired of the Donald
He’s been kvetching too long
Like a broken recording
Of the same, worn-out song
So, cuz he keeps on whining
I searched on Google while in bed
And on a health advice website
There was this counsel I read

If you like piña coladas
And hate goin’ down the drain
If you’re not into MAGA
If you have half a brain
If you like living life in freedom
Not cowed by a big ape
Then here’s the cure you’re looking for
It will get you in shape

He didn’t think much of that lady
I know you know who I mean
Don with his side kick J.D.
Had slunk back into the same sordid routine
And so out in the Garden
MAGAS sieg heiled their Führer
And while he thought no one noticed
He can’t fool all the voters

Yes, I like piña coladas
And some distilled sugar cane
I’m not into his BS
I am into champagne
Let us get out the vote in November
To make a change of landscape
We’ll toast to all our hopes
Make sure he can’t escape

A Swift Kick

To beat the MAGAs

Requires many young voters

Swift is the answer

———

マガを倒す

若者の投票

スウィフトが解決

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Battre les MAGAs

Il faut des jeunes électeurs

Swift, c’est le remède

Kamalat!

It’s true! It’s true! History makes it clear.
The turnout must go through the roof this year.

The race was changed just a few days ago here:
Summer and the fall will be really hot,
And there’s no upper limit to the joy here
In Kamalat.

Slacking off is a no-no through November.
Go vote by November fifth on the dot.
With no stop, campaign until the vote’s over
In Kamalat.

Kamalat! Kamalat!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Kamalat, Kamalat
That’s how resolved we are.

The vote count will begin just after sundown.
By morn, the Donald’s smirk must disappear.
In short, there’s simply not
A more motivated spot
For freedom-lovers everywhere than here
In Kamalat!

Lotus for POTUS!

7-Eleven Special

Orange slurpee deal

Unlimited time offer

One per conviction

― 俳句 (haiku)

Joltin’ Joe

And here’s to you, Mr. Orange Man
Justice wants you more than you will know, yeah, yeah, yeah
God sees your sleaze, Mr. Orange Man
Hades holds a place for when you’ll pay, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea

We’d like to know a little bit about you for your trials
We’d like to help make sure you frame yourself
Look around you, all you see are apathetic eyes
Stroll around the cell until you feel at home

Hide them in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put them in your bathroom with your cupcakes
It’s a little secret, just a traitorous affair
Most of all, you’ve got to hide them from the Feds

Coo coo ca-choo, Mr. Orange Man
Justice wants you more than you will know, yeah, yeah, yeah
God sees your sleaze, Mr. Orange Man
Hades holds a place for when you’ll pay, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Avoiding the candidates’ debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you’ve got to schmooze
Every day you find another ruse

Where are you now, Joe Deliverer?
The nation turned its desp’rate eyes to you, yeah, yeah, yeah
What’s that you say, Mr. Orange Man?
Joltin’ Joe has won, so go away, Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea

‘Twas the night…

‘Twas the night of the Big Vote, when all through the land
not a MAGA was stirring, not even the Klan.

The results would be skewed by Fox News with care,
with aim that Der Führer they soon could declare.

Republicans nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of fascism waltzed in their heads.

Melania with cocktails, and he with his scowls,
had just settled in for some own-the-libs howls.

When from the TV there arose such a clatter,
he strained blood-shot eyes to see why the chatter.

Away to the remote he flew in a flash,
searched all the channels, and then grabbed for his stash.

The boobs on the tube were stating the result
that Don’s prospects looked good, he hoped to exult!

When, what made him turn red and start to throw up
but a perky young gal with her thumbs up.

With that familiar laughter, full of joy and spice
He knew in a moment it must be Harris.

More numerous than stars, the Dems had turned out
as Kam rejoiced and boogied and by state she did shout:

“Now Arizona! Now Georgia!
Now, Pennsylvania and Michigan!

On, Virginia! On, North Carolina!
On, Nevada and Wisconsin!

To the top of the count!
To the top of them all!

We won the day! Won the day!
Democracy stands tall!”

‘Twas the night…

‘Twas the night of the Big Vote, when all through the land
not a MAGA was stirring, not even the Klan.

The results would be skewed by Fox News with care,
with aim that Der Führer they soon could declare.

Republicans nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of fascism waltzed in their heads.

Melania with cocktails, and he with his scowls,
had just settled in for some own-the-libs howls.

When from the TV there arose such a clatter,
he strained blood-shot eyes to see why the chatter.

Away to the remote he flew in a flash,
searched all the channels, and then grabbed for his stash.

The boobs on the tube were stating the result
that Don’s prospects looked good, he hoped to exult!

when, what made him turn red and start to throw up
but an eighty-year-old man with his thumb up.

With that familiar stutter, so achingly slow,
He knew in a moment it must be Old Joe.

More numerous than stars, the Dems had turned out
as Joe whistled and shouted and by state he did shout:

“Now Arizona! Now Iowa!
Now, Minnesota and Michigan!

On, Virginia! On, Georgia!
On, Nevada and Wisconsin!

To the top of the count!
To the top of them all!

We won the day! Won the day!
Democracy stands tall!”

Victory Waltz

I was dancing to the rhythm of a Victory Waltz
When my old foe I happened to see
He passed the baton to his sidekick and while I was dancing
Old Joe stole the kingship from me

I remember the night of my “Victory Waltz”
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes, I lost my dear freedom on the night they were playing
That F***ing Harris and Walz Waltz!

Time After Crime

Sittin’ in the court, I’ll hear your peers judge and rule on you
Caught through arrogance, called to account something new
Think now, Orange, you’re in a bind
Dozens of indictments
Crime after crime

Sometimes you threaten me, sayin’ I should just drop dead
You’re swearin’ at me, I don’t care what you’ve said
Then you say, “Go slow, please, please be kind”
But justice should be blind

If you try, you can hide but I will find you
Crime after crime
If you run, I will catch you, I’ll be waiting
Crime after crime
If you try, you can hide but I will find you
Crime after crime
If you run, I will catch you, I’ll be waiting
Crime after crime

After the circus fades and the media turns away
Watching’ through jail bars, you’ll wonder if you’re still okay
The truth dawning inside You Fuck
That you are now out of luck

If you try, you can hide but I will find you
Crime after crime
If you run, I will catch you, I’ll be smiling
Time after crime

You’ll do
Time after crime
Time after crime

Sincerely,

Justice

Stormy Monday

They call it Stormy Monday – Election Interference, Civil Fraud
But Tuesday’s just as bad – Election Interference
Yes, they call it Stormy Monday
But Tuesday’s just as bad
Wednesday’s rest, hope Thursday makes me glad – Presidential Immunity

Yes, this eagle flies out Friday, and Saturday I’m on the fairway
Yes, this eagle flies out Friday, and Saturday I’m on the fairway
Sunday I go on Fox, where I ask y’all to pray

Lord, have mercy
Lord, have mercy on me
Lord, have mercy, my brain’s in misery
I need to save my butt, please, send the cavalry

Israel: Bibi’s Self-preservation

Israeli PM Benjamin Netanyahu authorized a missile strike on a diplomatic consulate in Syria to antagonize Iran, goading them to counterattack, knowing that the US would stand with Israel. This action which follows several of his recent decisions is designed to keep himself in power and avoid judicial accountability.

Suggestions:

The US should not be snookered into participating in the escalating tit-for-tat between Israel and Iran.

It should be announced that military aid to Israel would be curtailed or cut off if it does not announce an immediate ceasefire and allow humanitarian aid to be restored to a level that would prevent starvation in Gaza. The scale of retribution by Israel in Gaza is not justifiable.

The United States should immediately recognize a Palestinian state governed by the Palestinian Authority.

For years, Netanyahu propped up Hamas. Now it’s blown up in our faces

Ireland and Spain reiterate plan to form alliance to recognise state of Palestine

Election Aftermath: What If…

The combination of the main stream media failing to point out the dangerous trends toward autocracy and the potential of a third-party candidate spoiling the chances of a Harris-Walz victory has given rise to serious reflection on what will the country be like if Trump and Republicans gain control of the country. Trump’s statement (actually a projection) about invoking the Insurrection Act to quell protests is one recent signal of the fascist menace. But he and his minions have promised and threatened much, much more:

WANNABE DICTATOR TRUMP Declares His Intention to Obstruct Justice and Undermine the Constitution

A very scary, but important “What If” scenario comes from Thom Hartmann:

Is Trump’s “Brave New World” Coming Soon?

This video speaks volumes on the serious political consequences of the cowardice of RepubliCON leaders (!coarse language):

Anti-Trump Republicans, this is your fault, too

In a potential candidate’s own words

Necessary actions:

Trump should be disqualified as an insurrectionist via the Fourteenth Amendment.

Support and vote for Democratic candidates, not third party spoilers.

IT’S THE DEMOCRACY STUPID!!!

Immigration: Kidnapping by Inveiglement

Red State governors have been using public money to transport asylum seekers across state lines using deceptive means.

Suggestion:

The FBI should investigate these actions for possible human trafficking and/or kidnapping by inveiglement.

18 USC 1201: Kidnapping

Thanks for the Evidence!

Thanks for the evidence
A Rubiconal line
That can’t be reversed
I chuckle, Don, when you whine
That the law is too perverse
How lovely it is

Thanks for the evidence
In Carlson’s colloquy
Pompous words of guilt
On Ingraham and Hannity
Rants and tantrums to the hilt
How lovely it is

You who orchestrate ev’ry thing
Have just let your ego be your king
Oh, well, that’s life, I guess
“I love your headdress”
“Do you?”
“Yes, quite a coup”

Thanks for the evidence
Of crimes that you carried out
Clearing any doubt
A swaggering admission
Good as any confession
Thank you, so much

J.S.

A Perfect Day!

Cheez Don
In a Georgian cell
On a summer’s day
In a rage
Cheez Don
In a Georgian cell
Alone

Cases grow
On the justice road
For a pompous guy
Twisted sage
But the Cheez Don
Just sits in his cell
Plots blown

Cheez Don must lie
He will die

The Cheez Don
Screams of election fraud
And Democrat schemes
Changing votes
But the Cheez Don
Just sits in his cell
Growing old

Cheez Don must lie
Or he will cry
Cheez Don must lie
Or he will die

Attorneys come, attorneys go
Charges will fly, and his woes will grow
And the MAGA man will always crow

And he must lie
He will cry
He must lie

Cheez Don
In a gilded cell
On a summer’s day
In a rage
Cheez Don
In a gilded cell
Alone

Cheez Don must lie
Or he will die
Cheez Don must lie