Inauguration 2025

There are now reports that some Democratic members of Congress are planning to boycott the inauguration. It is totally understandable why they would consider passing up what, under normal circumstances, would be a celebration of democracy and the peaceful transfer of power. 

Suggestion:

Democrats and other patriots could transform it into a protest. They could carry signs reminding the American people that Trump is an ethical nightmare and a criminal. They can even cause a peaceful disruption when he attempts to lie about preserving and protecting the Constitution.

One could also follow up the inaugural ceremony by remaining at the Capital after Trump leaves to pay tribute to the law enforcement officers who were injured or died as a result of the January 6th insurrection that he incited. And they could also incorporate a memorial to Martin Luther King Jr., whose holiday coincides with Inauguration Day.

Victory? Waltz

You were dancing to the rhythm of a Victory Waltz
When your old foe you happened to see
He gave a big grin to his sidekick and while you were dancing
The Don stole the White House from thee

I remember the night of that “Victory Waltz”
Now I know just how much we have lost
Yes, we lost our dear freedom on the night they were playing
That F***ing Orange and Vance Waltz!

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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
So we got out to vote in November
To make a change of landscape
And toast to all our hopes—
But Damn! He did escape!

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Kamalat!

It’s true! It’s true! History made it clear.
The turnout just went through the roof this year.

The race was changed just a few months ago here:
Summer and the fall turned out really hot,
And there’s no lower limit to the gloom here
In Kamalat.

Slacking off was a no-no through November.
Vote ended November fifth on the dot.
With no stop, campaigned till the vote was over
In Kamalat.

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

The ballot count began just after sundown.
By morn, the Donald’s smirk did reappear.
In short, there’s simply not
A more disheartening spot
For freedom-lovers everywhere than here
In Kamalat!

Drumpfus as POTUS! Oh No!

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Till there was…

There was Fox on the air
But I never heard such whining
No, I never heard it so much
‘Til there was You

There were Reps on the Hill
But I never saw them plotting
No, I never saw it before
‘Til there was You

Then there were spiteful and jingoist speeches
They tell me
In your MAGA rallies
Of Strum und Drang

There was hate all around
But I never dreamed it growing
No, I never feared it so much
‘Til there was You

Then there were round-ups and deported masses
They tell me
And filling up prisons
With libs and gays

Freedom was all around
But I never thought much of it
No, I never thought I’d lose it
‘Til there was You
‘Til there was Don

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The Right’s Logic*

Why should one vote for HIM?
Because HE deserves it.

Vote for Him, so you won’t be a loser.

Isn’t He worried about His reputation?
No, it’s okay. HIS dad cheated, and he had a reputation.

If you are right wing, then you’re a patriot.
I’m not.
Then you’re not a patriot.

Right-wing ideas are superior to “Democrat” ideas.

Drinking bleach cures COVID.
No, it doesn’t …
You can’t say that! You’re a Democrat!

We should use masks against COVID.
No! The Democrats are the ones who support that!

They say HE doesn’t tell the truth.
But you don’t either.

Don’t you think lying is wrong?
Yeah.
Well, he just lied!
Ok, but HE’s a good guy.

Banning guns is nonsense.
Criminals will find a way.

Dictators make you snap on command.
Dictators must be smart.

Have Democrats stopped cheating at the elections?

What proof do you have HE did not suffer from millions of fraud votes?

The Afghanistan withdrawal was Biden’s fault.

Democrats are commies.
I don’t believe it.
Prove they aren’t.

No Jew votes for Democrats.
But my friend Aaron votes for Democrats.
Well, he isn’t a TRUE Jew.

Before we argue about immigration, let’s define it as “vermin control.”

HE says that dictators are his friends.
HE also said Biden was a dictator, so was Biden his friend?

Slaves learned useful skills on the plantation, so more education was a waste of time.

Stripping rights is bad, but HE still has to finish it.

Imposing larger tariffs will stop China.
Genius?!?

Project 2025 is too long for me to read,
but worth every word.

I can’t believe they said HIS debate was awful.
Awful originally meant that it inspired awe!

Springfield officials said no one’s eating dogs!
I’m entitled to my opinion.

They say they’ll lower your taxes.
Don’t listen to them. They’re Marxists.

Can you assure us that HE’ll help finance child care?
I can’t, but HIS new tariffs will solve everything.

If you don’t vote for Him,
You won’t be safe,

Your kid will change sex,
YOU’LL GO TO HELL!

*The Right’s Logical Fallacies

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Red, Red Crimes

Red, Red crimes
Go to my head
Remind me that MAGAs
Do love HIM so

Red, Red crimes
It’s up to us
All we should do, must do
Lest our liberties go
Yes, our freedoms will go

I’d have sworn that with time
Thoughts of him would leave their heads
I was wrong, and I find
That one thing makes me regret

Red, Red crimes
Menace us all
Don’t let me be alone
It’s tearing apart
My Blue, Blue heart

I’d have sworn that with time
Thoughts of him would leave their heads
I was wrong, and I find
Just one thing makes me regret

You who also hate Red, Red crimes
Stand up with me
Don’t let me be alone
Let’s mount the ramparts
True Patriots!

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The Valet and the Orange Man

Nauta and the Orange Man were hiding a stash
They stayed up all night to move boxes and trash
From Jack Special Counsel Smith who had a jurist named CAN(non)
For reasons unexplained, she liked the Orange Man

Nauta was a sailor ‘fore he became valet
But soon found out serving Orange Man was not child’s play
They knew that they’d find freedom just across the MAGA Line
So they hopped into a stolen car, took Highway 95

And the fools went down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell

Jack Special Counsel Smith never liked the Orange Man
Even back at the Hague, he wanted to see him in the can
CAN sadly became enamored with a treasonous shill
She got appointed by the Orange Man from the Mansion near the Hill

It was out on Traitor’s Row, Nauta at the wheel
They dashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal
Jack Special Counsel Smith pulled up and said “Everyone stop or I’ll fire.
If you don’t surrender now, it’s gonna go down to the wire”

And the fools went down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell

After their case rolled up, Special Counsel close behind
Events took his case away, messed up his mind
Jack Special Counsel Smith was left climbing up a tree
Prosecutor thwarted by a biased judiciary

Next day, Jack Special Counsel Smith still was in pursuit
He was taking the whole thing personal, he didn’t care about the loot
CAN had shown him many times it was easy to be bought
With MAGA, anything’s legal as long as you don’t get caught

And the fools went down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell

Someplace by Coleman Prison, they ran out of gas
Jack Special Counsel Smith had cornered ’em, said,
“Boy, you didn’t think that this could last”
CAN jumped up out of bed, said,
“There’s someplace I gotta go”
She took a gavel from the drawer and said,
“It’s best if you don’t know”
Jack Special Counsel Smith was found knocked out till appeal
The Orange Man was on the lagoon bridge using Nauta as a shield
Agents said to Orange Man, “We’re not fooled by Nauta’s lie
The videos show how he became your go-to MAGA guy”

And the fools went down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell

Now the town of Mar-a-Lago is quieting down again
I’m sitting in a bar and grill called Born Again Den
The TV set was blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the nightly news said that the Orange Man was on

I guess I’ll go to Florida and get myself some sun
There ain’t no more opportunity here, everything been done
Sometimes I think of Nauta, sometimes I think of CAN
Sometimes I don’t think about nothing but the Orange Man

And the fools went down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell

And the fools went down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell

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Whatever He Wants

Narrator: This, as you may recognize, is a map of the United States and there’s a little town there called Trumpsville.

On a given morning not too long ago the rest of the world disappeared and Trumpsville was left all alone. Its inhabitants were never sure whether the world was destroyed and only Trumpsville left untouched, or whether the village had somehow been taken away.

They were, on the other hand, sure of one thing—the cause. A monster had arrived in the village.

Just by using his mind, he took away justice, freedom, and morality, because they displeased him. And he moved an entire community back into the dark ages just by using his mind.

Now, I’d like to introduce you to some of the people in Trumpsville.

These are Judges Roberts, Thomas, and Alito. It’s in their courthouse that the monster presides.

These two are Sen. McConnell and Speaker Johnson.

And this is Ivanka, who probably had more control over the monster in the beginning than almost anyone. But one day she forgot. She began to speak aloud. Now, the monster doesn’t like her speaking so his mind snapped at her, and turned her into this smiling, vacant thing you’re looking at now. She speaks no more.

And you’ll note that the people in Trumpsville, USA have to smile. They have to think happy thoughts and say happy things because once displeased, the monster can wish them into Gitmo or change them into a Big Mac and fries.

This particular monster can read minds, you see. He knows every thought, he can feel every emotion.

Oh, yes, I did forget something, didn’t I? I forgot to introduce you to the monster. This is the monster. His name is Donny Trump.

He’s seventy-eight-years-old with a rakish, frat-boy face; grey-blue, guileful eyes; and a six-year-old’s mind. But when those eyes look at you, you’d better start thinking happy thoughts because the mind behind them is absolutely in charge.

Roberts: Howdy, Donny. Mighty good to see you today.

Donny: Mighty good.

Thomas: And it’s such a good day, isn’t it?

Donny: It’s a real good day!

Alito: What are you doing, Donny?

Donny: I made a stripper with three boobs. See her? (Glancing toward Ivanka)

McConnell: Yeah.

Johnson: Yeah, my, she’s a real fine one.

Thomas: I ain’t never seen a stripper with three boobs before, ‘cept in Total Recall.

Donny: I’ll make her dead now. I’m tired of playing with her. Be dead. Stripper, you be dead!

Alito: My, my, that’s real fine that you done that. That’s—that’s real fine, Donny.

Roberts: You’re a good boy, Donny.

All with Ivanka nodding: We all love you.

Narrator: We only wanted to introduce you to this singularly immune citizen—little Donny Trump, age not allowed to say, who lives in a village called Trumpsville, in a place that used to be the USA.

And if by some strange chance you should run across him, you had best think only MAGA thoughts. Anything less than that is handled at your own risk.

Because if you do meet Donny you can be sure of one thing—you have entered the Trump Zone.

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God Save the Don

God save our Sov’reign Don,
Long live our noble Don,
God save the Don!
Send him victorious,
Wealthy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the Don!

O Lord our God arise,
Scatter his enemies,
And make them fall!
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their commie tricks,
On Him our hopes we fix,
Lord save us all!

Not in this land alone,
But be God’s mercies known,
From shore to shore!
Lord make the nation see,
That Don should Monarch be,
And form one dynasty,
The wide world o’er.

From every latent foe,
From the liberals’ crow,
God save the Don!
O’er his thine hand extend,
For ‘Merka’s sake defend,
Our Savior, prince, and fiend,
God save the Don!

The choicest bribes in store,
On him be pleased to pour,
Long may he reign!
May he offend all laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Don!

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From the Pundit of Avon

I scorn you, scurvy companion.
Thou art a boil, a plague sore.
The rankest compound of villainous smell
that ever offended nostril.
I am sick when I do look on thee.
I’ll beat thee, but I would infect my hands

Thou cream faced loon.
Thou lump of foul deformity.
Thou art as fat as butter.
Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon.
You are as a candle, the better burnt out.

A most notable coward,
an infinite and endless liar,
an hourly promise breaker,
the owner of no one good quality.
Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade.

Thou art unfit for any place but hell.
Away, you three-inch fool!

Good Enough?

You could walk ten miles on your hands and knees
Ain’t no doubt about it, baby, it’s me you aim to please
You could swear your loyalty, and lay yourself bare
That’s just the thing, babe, I just don’t care

That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!

For me, baby, you could swim the sea
But nothing you could do would satisfy me
Even if you come over and lap up the crumbs and dirt

And make sure it doesn’t stain my clean white shirt

That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!

You could fawn 24 hours, seven days a week
Just so you could come here and kiss my cheek
You’ll love me in the morning and you’ll love me at noon
You’ll love me in the night and boogie to my tune

That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!

You could send me every penny you’ve ever earned
And say you’re not worried about getting burned
You could storm the Capitol, hang my wimpy VP
Just to get yourself up close to me

That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!

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Book of Don*

There was a man from the land of Gotham, whose name was Don; and that man was flawed and corrupt, and one that loved Mammon, and embraced evil.

And there were begat unto him three sons and two daughters.

His substance also was Trump Tower, and scores of golf courses, and dozens of hotels, and a private university, and a very great household; so that this man was the greatest of all the tycoons of the land.

And his sons went and crimed in their houses, every one his day; and sent and called for their sisters to crime and to partake with them.

And it was so, when the days of their criming were gone about, that Don sent and sanctified them, and rose up early in the morning, and tweeted his commands according to the number of them all: for Don said, It may be that my heirs have sinned, and cursed God in their hearts. Thus did Don continually.

Now there was a day when the sons of Satan came to present themselves before the Lord of Hell, and Mammon came also among them.

And Satan said unto Mammon, Whence comest thou? Then Mammon answered Satan, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.

And Satan said unto Mammon, Hast thou considered my servant Don, that there is none like him in the earth, such a flawed and a corrupt man, one that esteems Me, and embraces evil?

Then Mammon answered Satan, and said, Doth Don love Thee for nought?

10 Hast Thou not made a Teflon shield about him, and about his house, and about all that he hath on every side? Thou hast blessed the work of his hands, and his substance is increased in the land.

11 But now put forth thine hand, and put a spell on all that he hath, and he will curse you to your face.

12 So Mammon went forth from the presence of Satan.

13 And there was a day when Don’s sons and his daughters were eating and drinking wine in his beach-front house:

14 And there came a messenger unto Don, and said, Stormy is coming, and Cohen and Pecker beside her:

15 And Alvin Bragg fell upon him, and booked him straight away; yea, they have opened a case of election interference; and Don said He’s the victim here.

16 While that messenger was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, The ire of the Feds descended on his house, and hath discovered the documents, and even though Don had his servants hide them; and Don said He’s the victim here.

17 While that messenger was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, Jack Smith says Don stirred chaos to force lawmakers to delay the certification of the vote; and Don said He’s the victim here.

18 While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, Don, his sons and his daughters have been again feasting and enjoying their house built on fraud:

19 And, behold, there came a great dark wind called Letitia, and smote the four corners of the house, and the toll came to the tune of half a billion dollars; and Don said He’s the victim here.

20 Then Don arose, and rent his Brioni suit, and shaved his hair-sprayed coif, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped,

21 And said, Naked came I, born with only a tiny silver spoon, and naked I shall never return (unless on a bed of cash): Mammon makes, and the Woke Deep State takes; blessed be the name of Satan.

22 In this Don apologized not, but blamed all as is his wont.

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2 Again there was a day when the sons of Satan came to present themselves before the Lord of Hell, and Mammon came also among them to present himself before Satan.

And Satan said unto Mammon, From whence comest thou? And Mammon answered Satan, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.

And Satan said unto Mammon, Hast thou considered my servant Don, that there is none like him in the earth, a flawed and corrupt man, one that esteems Mammon, and embraces evil? and still he holdeth fast his vileness.

And Mammon answered Satan, and said, Orange skin for Orange skin, yuck, his immortal soul for just $59.99, all that that man hath will he give for Mammon.

So put forth thine hand now, and remove thy spell, and he will curse thee no more.

Call forth now My Supreme Choir and the GOP suck ups and MAGA minions to defend him.

So went Mammon forth from the presence of Satan, and smote the enemies of Don and gave him his rightful crown.

Thus Satan blessed the latter end of Don even more than his beginning: for he had the White House, fifty-thousand federal sycophants, love letters from Vlad, Xi, and Kim, festive executions for all his enemies, and gobs of cheeseburgers and diet cokes.

And also he kept a harem of blonds, but in all the land were no women found so fair as the daughter of Don.

10 After this Don, the healthiest in the world, lived a hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons’ sons, even four generations.

11 So Don passed, being old and full of himself.

*Devil Hex the USA Bible

Donny-Freak

Donny-freak-freak-freak
S’en allait tout simplement
Rapace, rustre et geignant
Quelle espèce d’organisme !
Il ne parle que de lui-même
Il ne parle que de lui-même

A l’époque où Joe Biden
D’Amerique était le Prez
Donny-freak, charlatan
Combattit les Democratz

Donny-freak-freak-freak
S’en allait tout simplement
Rapace, rustre et geignant
Quelle espèce d’organisme !
Il ne parle que de lui-même
Il ne parle que de lui-même

Certain jour un minable
Par les mensonges le conduit
Mais Le Sauveur, Donny-freak
Par sa joie le convertit

Donny-freak-freak-freak
S’en allait tout simplement
Rapace, rustre et geignant
Quelle espèce d’organisme !
Il ne parle que de lui-même
Il ne parle que de lui-même

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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I Shot the Puppy

I shot the puppy
And then I shot my dumb billy goat, oh yes, yes
I shot the puppy
And then I shot my dumb billy goat, oh yes, yes

Yeah! All around in my home state
They’re tryin’ to hack me down, yeah
They’re saying that I am clearly guilty
For the killing of a mere puppie
For the life of a mere puppie, but I say
Oh, now, now, oh

(I shot the puppy) I shot the puppy
(But I swear I had rightful pretense) oh yes, oh, oh, ooh
Yeah, I say, I shot the puppy, oh, Lord (and they say it is a capital offense)
No, no! Hear that

Critics both Left and Right now hate me
For what, I don’t know
Every time I make my plea
They all shout that I’ve got to go
They all shout that I’ve got to go, and so-and-so
Read it in the news!

(I shot the puppy) oh, Lord!
But I swear I had rightful pretense
Why’s this such a biggie? (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I say, I shot the puppy
But I swear I had rightful pretense, yeah! (Ooh)

My pup pissed me off one day
And I lost my freakin’ mind, yeah
All of a sudden, I see all these pundits aiming to shoot me down
Yes, I shot, I shot, I shot it down, and I say
Even if guilty, I won’t pay (pay, pay, pay, pay…)

(I shot my puppy) and I say that I also shot my dumb billy
And I also shot my dumb billy, yes (ooh, ooh, ooh)
(I shot my puppy) I agree
(And then I shot my dumb billy goat) oh
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Reflex they say got the better of me
But I won’t say that to be
Every day I’ll just keep saying “oh well”
And you critics should wash your mouths out
And you critics should wash your mouths out

I say
I, I, I, I shot my puppy
Lord, then I shot my VP chances, yeah
Lord, then I shot my VP chances, yeah
I, I (shot my puppy)
And then I shot my VP chances, yeah
So, yeah

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Kristi’s Song

Look at me
I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree
And though you say I’m clinging to a clown
I don’t understand
I get misty, holding his hand

Walk his way
And the tiny violins begin to play
Or it might be the sound of his bellow
That music I hear
I get misty the moment he’s near

You can say that he’s leading me on
And it’s just not some kind of a whim
Don’t you realize how hopelessly I’m lost
That’s why I’m following him

On my own
Would I wander through all this carnage alone
Never knowing my right foot from my left
Vulture from a dove
I get misty, and too much in love

I’m too misty, and too much in love

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Buddy, Can You Spare…

I kept selling how I was living the dream
Not an ordinary slob
When there were marks to make or crime to spare
I was always there, right on the job

I kept saying that I had the winning scheme
With fame and riches ahead
Why should I be standing in line
Now begging for bread?

Once I was a fat cat, rich man’s son
Grifting was a thrill
Once I owned casinos, now I’m done
Bondsman, can you spare a Bil?

Once I franchised towers up to the sun
Bricks, rivets, iron will
Once I had an empire, now I’m done
Banker, can you spare a Bil?

Once in Brioni, gee, I looked swell
Hawking my sweet Art of the Steal
Half a million lies, a hypnotic spell
Crowing that I was the real deal

Say, don’t you remember? You’re a good lad
I think you’re in my will
Why don’t you remember? I’m her Dad
Say Jared, can you spare a Bill?

Once in Helsinki, ah, gee, I looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodle Dumb
Half a million Ukraines now slog through Hell
I was the guy beating your drum

Oh, say, don’t you remember, I hope you shall,
Who licensed you to kill?
Say, don’t you remember? I’m your pal
Hey, Vlad, can you spare a Bil?

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Strongman’s “Strength”

Ever stick your head in a cutout
To make it look that you’re strong?

A strategist had a winning formula:
Attack Your Opponent’s Strength.
This could be even more effective
if your adversary’s main asset
is nothing more than a con.

Many may desire an authoritarian,
someone who will force the “elites”
who mock them to listen,
rouse fear and bring respect, and
command the tide to retreat.

He claims he’s not a typical politician,
but a “don’t mess with me” superhero,
true preserver of the good old times.
He would be an authentic strongman,
your defender, always on your side.

Of course, he’s anything but that.
He projects an image of success
when in fact he’s a fake and shill,
a bully and, like many bullies, a coward
when facing real strongmen and the truth.

So retorts shouldn’t be wonky or preachy;
they have to Go Straight for the Gut.
Play up his lies and gaffs over and over.
Don’t lie or nuance, but make use of facts
in the starkest terms to Make The Contrast.

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Dear Supremes

Set me free, why don’t cha, babes?
Cover my ass, why don’t cha, babes?
‘Cause you do really love me
So just keep me stayin’ on
You really adore me
So just keep me stayin’ on

Why do I keep a-comin’ around
Playin’ for your heart?
Why won’t I get out of your life
And let you make a new start?
What I want from you now
Is the reason I put you there, hey

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Blood-Spattered Banner

O say can you see
By the dawn’s early light
What once proudly we hailed
At the twilight’s last gleaming

Whose torn stripes and stained stars
Through each perilous fight
O’er the bodies we watched
Is now hauntingly streaming?

And MAGAs’ hateful glare
Their guns shooting in air
Give proof through the night
There’s no amity here

O say does our blood-spattered banner remain
O’er the land of the free and the home of the sane?

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Declaration of Intolerance

WHEN in the Course of MAGA Events, it becomes necessary for one People to dissolve the Political Bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the Powers of Heaven, the separate and equal Station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent Respect to the Opinions of Mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to Repudiation.

We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that only some White Men are created equal, that these are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness—That to secure these Rights, Governments are instituted among these White Men, deriving their just Powers from the Consent of the Corporations, that whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these Ends, it is the Right of the MAGAs to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its Foundation on such Principles, and organizing its Powers in such Form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient Causes; and accordingly all Experience hath shewn, that Patriots are more disposed to suffer, while Evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the Forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long Train of Abuses and Usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object, evinces a Design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their Right, it is their Duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future Security. Such has been the patient Sufferance of these States; and such is now the Necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The History of the present King of the Deep State is a History of repeated Injuries and Usurpations, all having in direct Object the Establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid World.

Despite our determined efforts to stonewall his legislation and executive action, He

1. Passed the $1.2 trillion bipartisan infrastructure package to increase investment in the national network of bridges and roads, airports, public transport and national broadband internet, as well as waterways and energy systems.

2. Helped get more than 500 million life-saving COVID-19 vaccinations in the arms of Americans through the American Rescue Plan.

3. Stopped a 30-year streak of federal inaction on gun violence by signing the Bipartisan Safer Communities Act that created enhanced background checks, closed the “boyfriend” loophole and provided funds for youth mental health.

4. Made a $369 billion investment in climate change, the largest in American history, through the Inflation Reduction Act of 2022.

5. Ended the longest war in American history by pulling the troops out of Afghanistan.

6. Provided $10,000 to $20,000 in college debt relief to Americans with loans who make under $125,000 a year.

7. Cut child poverty in half through the American Rescue Plan.

8. Capped prescription drug prices at $2,000 per year for seniors on Medicare through the Inflation Reduction Act.

9. Passed the COVID-19 relief deal that provided payments of up to $1,400 to many struggling U.S. citizens while supporting renters and increasing unemployment benefits.

10. Achieved historically low unemployment rates after the pandemic caused them to skyrocket.

11. Imposed a 15% minimum corporate tax on some of the largest corporations in the country, ensuring that they pay their fair share, as part of the historic Inflation Reduction Act.

12. Recommitted America to the global fight against climate change by rejoining the Paris Agreement.

13. Strengthened the NATO alliance in support of Ukraine after the Russian invasion by endorsing the inclusion of world military powers Sweden and Finland.

14. Authorized the assassination of the Al Qaeda terrorist Ayman al-Zawahiri, who became head of the organization after the death of Osama bin Laden.

15. Gave Medicare the power to negotiate prescription drug prices through the Inflation Reduction Act while also reducing government health spending.

16. Held Vladimir Putin accountable for his invasion of Ukraine by imposing stiff economic sanctions.

17. Boosted the budget of the Internal Revenue Service by nearly $80 billion to reduce tax evasion and increase revenue.

18. Created more jobs in one year (6.6 million) than any other president in U.S. history.

19. Reduced healthcare premiums under the Affordable Care Act by $800 a year as part of the American Rescue Plan.

20. Signed the PACT Act to address service members’ exposure to burn pits and other toxins.

21. Signed the CHIPS and Science Act to strengthen American manufacturing and innovation.

22. Reauthorized the Violence Against Women Act through 2027.

23. Halted all federal executions after the previous administration reinstated them after a 17-year freeze.

24. Tackled inflation and junk fees and lowered costs including gas.

25. Brought together Republicans and Democrats to pass the first meaningful gun safety legislation in nearly 30 years.

26. Excited domestic Insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the Inhabitants of our States, the merciless Antifas, whose known Rule of Resistance, is an undistinguished Destruction, of all Ages, Sexes, Christian Religions and Conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions we have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble Terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated Injury. A Prince, whose Character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the Ruler of a free People.

Nor have we been wanting in Attentions to our Blue Brethren. We have warned them from Time to Time of Attempts by their Legislature to extend an unwarrantable Jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the Circumstances of our Emigration and Settlement here. We have appealed to their native Justice and Magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the Ties of our common Kindred to disavow these Usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our Connections and Correspondence. They too have been deaf to the Voice of Justice and of Consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the Necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of Mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace, Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the RED STATES OF AMERICA, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the World for the Rectitude of our Intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these States, solemnly Publish and Declare, That these RED States are, and of Right ought to be, Free and Independent States; that they are absolved from all Allegiance to the Biden Regime, and that all political Connection between them and the Deep State, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm Reliance on the Protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.

Signed by Order and in Behalf of the Deplorables,
DONALD DRUMPF, Orange Führer.

Cheatolini Wants to Fool the World

Heil to your new life
There’s no turning back
Even while you sleep
He will find you

Best act on your best behavior
Can’t hide from the coming Order
Cheatolini wants to fool the world

It’s our own design
It’s our own remorse
Best to decide and
Try to make the

Most of freedom and of comfort
Nothing ever lasts forever
Stable Genius thinks he’ll beat the world

There’s no place his stooges won’t find you
Wringing hands while the walls come tumbling down
Will not do, they’ll be soon to find you

You think you’ve almost made it?
So sad you’ve had to fake it
Orange Jesus says he’ll “free” the world

I can’t stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
MAGA Führer wants to rule the world

Say that you’ll never, never, never, never need him
One sentence, why not say it?
Adolf Twitler must not win the world

All for freedom and for justice
Let’s make sure they last forever
Yes, friends, we must work to save the world!

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Constitution: Allegiance and obedience

After leaving office, many members of the Trump administration and staff have written books, conducted interviews, and even testified about the crimes and misdemeanors they witnessed in the White House. Some have also spoken about how they batted down Trump’s election lies—but they never went public with all the threats he posed during their tenure when it could have made a difference. The country needed courageous whistleblowers, but never got them.

Suggestion:

Prospective government office holders and staff members should be required to memorize their oath of office, and once in office periodically be tested to see if they still remember it and asked whether they are still upholding that oath.

To Avert January 6, We Needed Whistleblowers—and We Never Got Them

Americans Rarely Resign on Principle

This video speaks volumes on the serious political consequences of the cowardice of RepubilCON leaders and how they have abandoned their oath to defend the constitution and remained instead in their positions (!coarse language):

Anti-Trump Republicans, this is your fault, too

Cult: Exiting

Many of us are concerned with the emergence and growth of the Donald Cult and its trickle-down idiocy. Ever more frequently, we have come to wonder how to handle this subject when engaging in a conversation with a stranger, a friend, or even a relative.

Suggestion:

Start with the normal greetings (how are you doing, I missed talking with you, etc.). Move onto typical subjects of commonality such hobbies, hiking, cooking, and so on to help build a conversational bridge.

If the conversation turns to the Donald or Donald-like activity/view, instead of challenging interlocutors directly, ask how they first heard or got into contact with Trump and/or with that activity/view. Listening carefully, let them expound. This way you get to understand the origin and development of their notions. Then start unpacking it and respectfully respond with your own understanding and your own data and personal examples of how you would react to such ideas.

You can’t teach …

pick of the litter

busy as a bee

gets his ducks in a row

like shooting fish in a barrel

wolf in sheep’s clothing

dog-eat-dog world

the world is his oyster

a little bird told me

chickens come home to roost

his bark worse than his bite

let sleeping dogs lie

it was only puppy love

I’ll be a monkey’s uncle

cock and bull story

open a can of worms

a wild goose chase

bull in a china shop

mad as a hornet

cat with nine lives

you can’t teach an old dog new tricks

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

A leopard cannot …

bird in a gilded cage
wolf in sheep’s clothing
dog-eat-dog world
busy as a bee
gets his ducks in a row
like shooting fish in a barrel
the world is his oyster
elephant in the room
lion’s share
fat cat

a little bird told me
let sleeping dogs lie
it’s only puppy love
all hat no cattle
chickens come home to roost
I’ll be a monkey’s uncle
cock and bull story

open a can of worms
wild goose chase
whack-a-mole
“kangaroo” court
mad as a hornet
cat with nine lives
a leopard cannot change its spots

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved

Death of the Nation

It just may be our greatest work of cinema

Move over Citizen Kane and Casablanca

No one knows what the ending will be

But here’s some closings augurs foresee

If all his many charges are dropped

His bust could on Mt. Rushmore be propped

There’s serious mention of all his treason

The death penalty would be a good reason

He may get a few slaps on his small wrist

If so, sign up here to be on the list

Someone could pardon poor old Donnie

Who? God? Good luck with that dearie.

Perhaps a few years probation and house arrest

MAGAS would pray to Mar-A-Lago, I attest

SCOTUS may in the end rescue his ass

Watch to see how long all his appeals last

He could win and pardon himself

I’ve got some good scotch on the shelf

Some big fines and/or long imprisonment

Will there at long last be true punishment?

Or, Les Déplorables storm the Bastille

And he takes his Throne for life, final reel!?!

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Marmalade Blond

MAGAS will fawn for the marmalade blond

As FOX lies keep on.

They’ll cheer from the couch for the guy they adore

As FOX lies keep on.

And their brains are so empty they could surely implode;

The poor sobs will give you alarm.

They’ll ne’er leave the guy with the menacing bangs

While FOX lies keep on.

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Holiday Wish

Oh please, oh please, give him a jail sentence
Prove our Justice right
Next year all our troubles, could be out of sight

Oh please, oh please, give him a jail sentence
Make the season gay
Next year all our troubles, could be miles away

Once again, as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
May be near to us once more

Someday soon we all may be together
If Supremes allow
Until then, we’ll have to muddle through somehow
So please, oh please, just give him a jail sentence now

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Every Lie is Sacred

There are Jews in the world, there are Lib’rals
There are Homos and Marxists, and then
There are those that follow BLM, but
I’ve never been one of them
I’m a true Deplorable
And have been since before I could breathe
And the one thing they say about US rednecks is:
We’ll kick Democrats in the teeth
We don’t believe the globe’s got hotter
We don’t have to have a great brain
We don’t have to have any empathy, you’re
A real MAGA when you show no shame
Because
Every lie is sacred
Every lie is great
If a lie is wasted
Don gets quite irate
Let the pundits cry foul
On the Lamestream news
Don shall make them pay for
Each hoax that they defuse
Every lie is wanted
Every lie is good
Every lie is needed
In your neighborhood
Experts, scholars, savants
Spew their facts ev’rywhere
But Don loves those who treat his
Falsehoods with rev’rance
Every lie is sacred
Every lie is great
If a lie is wasted
Don gets quite irate
Every lie is sacred
Every lie is good
Every lie is needed
In your neighborhood!
Every lie is useful
Every lie is fine
Don fools everybody
Me! And you! And us!
Let the elites tell truths
O’er mountain, hill, and plain
Don shall strike them down for
Each lie that lands in vain
Every lie is sacred
Every lie is good
Every lie is needed
In your neighborhood
Every lie is sacred
Every lie is great
If a lie is wasted
Don gets quite irate

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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The Blizzard

Lies spew:
years of anger followed by
torrids of sneers and leers blasting out –
the blizzard
advances its inevitable embrace
wider and wider, deeper and deeper
piling up, a cluttered cluster of
snowflakes and grifters –
hater-faced MAGAs marching
and jeering row upon row
in crazed, fawning solidarity.
The Don whirls and howls –
his dark shadow hulking out
over the world.

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

The MAGA Bunch

Here’s the story of the listless vessels
Who’ve been livin’ in a whitewashed fantasy.
All want to guard their status, stay the masters,
Keeping others in chains.

(And the story of a venal party
Who’ve been suckin’ up to corporate CEOs
All of them have dreams of gold, like their masters,
And keep the poor in chains.)

Here’s the story, of a man named Donny,
Who was busy with big dreams of his own,
He wanted everyone to like him,
Yet he felt all alone.

Till the one day when those losers heard this fellow
And they knew it was much more than a hunch,
That this group would somehow form a family.
That’s the way they all became the MAGA Bunch.
The Traitor Bunch.

That’s the way they all became the MAGA Bunch.
The Traitor Bunch.

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Arraignment in DC

There was a counselor who advised his client during a court appearance. After a while the client turned around, ashen and trembling, and said, counselor, just now while at the arraignment I sensed someone watching me in the room; and when I turned, I noticed that it was Jack Smith who was looking at me and giving me a menacing stare. Now, you promised me that I’d be safe from Smith now that we’ve lucked out by drawing Aileen Cannon’s court.  The counselor gave him his assurance, followed with a pat on the back.  Then the counselor returned to the courtroom, and he saw Smith standing in the aisle. He came up to Smith and said, “Why did you make a menacing stare to my client when you saw him this morning?” “That was not a menacing stare,” Smith said, “It was only a look of surprise.  I was astonished to see him seeming so contented here in Cannon’s court, because I have another appointment with him in DC.”
[Sadly I could only dream]

Inspired by Talmud Sukkah: 53a

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

What comes ’round …

What Fox says must be true,
Lying words stickin’ like glue.
Cryin’ ‘bout the chaos, they push right-wing spin.
Listen to their BS, can’t let commie Dems win.

They dish out hoaxes; and they, they mislead too.
Watchin’ them is a zoo.
Raisin’ up the hackles of those who’ll never learn,
They spout pompous blather, with a shifty word turn.

Do they buy the Orange man’s con     
On their prime-time cable news show?
Will they dare let the secret out?
That is something we really doubt.
They won’t tell you truly what they feel.

Dominion suit the real cure?
Talking points, scoring sure:
Showed all what Murdoch had just testified
And took sleazeball phonies for a billion-buck ride.

Justice got, not so sure.

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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GLOAT

On the throne of guile, where falsehoods reign,
You’ll find someone with an expert’s brain.
For every word that leaves his lips,
A story’s spun with dramatic flips.
Through lurid tones and grandiose tales,
He weaves a web where truth often pales.
With practiced charm and cunning guise,
He mesmerizes with artful lies.
For ev’ry accolade he receives,
It’s not for honesty he achieves;
But for the skill with which he deceives,
He’s judged the winner, with no reprieves.
He stands upon a stage of guile,
His crowds rapt in nefarious style.
He’s a master of illusion’s game,
With his name etched in the Hall of Shame.
So let us sound the alarm today
For the one who leads in grand display.
For in spheres where mendacity’s prime,
He’s the Greatest Liar Of All Time.

© 2020, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Pandemic

Why do we keep on keeping on
In the face of such disaster
when health policy is no good for no reason
when everything supposed to be right is wrong
when the CDC says something
and the FDA says something
and somebody remarking on public confidence
says something
and the public won’t wear the masks?

What keeps frontline workers working into the night
and keeps them going in the morning
living on coffee and waiting for things to end
cleaning counters and wiping vegetables
as if some answer lay in a disinfectant
and despite those among us who
irrationally and without a doubt
are leaving their trust in
Tucker Carlson and hydroxychloroquine?

Why don’t we say just screw it
And stop trying again and again
to march into the President’s pressroom
with half an idea about the Wuhan virus
hoping he’ll have the other half
and hoping what he says will happen
when his stable genius
gets lit by something never tried
and he states will work this time?

Could it be it,
that we do all this over and over
just for those times
when a revelation may rise among us
like something ever re-birthing
a new life, another hope
something not immediately visible but
leading us to a real solution
and the salvation of the human race?

© 2020, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Sense of Loss: A Plague Story*

We shared many meals on our journey
While we bantered about Martha Stewart
I think of that very last claret
When I sipped your kiss in the breeze

Can you still taste me?

Nurturing roses in a land of honey
We grew a bed of fragrance
My perfume serving as a reminder
Do you recall when you proposed

Can you still smell me?

Dancing in and out of covers
I felt your warmth in the March morn
But now blocked by cold glass
You are loved by me far off

Can you still feel me?

We listened to the bird’s joyous calls
And the beating rhythm of seasons
Now I can only play your favorite tune
While reaching you via a phone

Can you still hear me?

We built a castle of love
Adorning it with bright dreams
In a now devastated land
We are walled out by disease

Can you still see me?

*Composed so we will not forget the needless suffering brought about by the Trump administration.

© 2020, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Woodward and the Siren

His is a song everyone
may want to hear, a song
irresistible that lures the deplorables
to leap onboard in droves.
Though the toll is ever-mounting,
it’s a song nobody challenges
because anyone who has heard it
has died or refuses to remember.
Shall I tell you his secret, and if I do,
would you pay me my fee
so I can gain notoriety
and win a Pulitzer Prize?

© 2020, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

All the King’s Men…

09-18-2020

Pundits struggle to find the right analogy to describe our political dilemma. One might be a well-known nursery rhyme. Humpty Dumpty. No, I am not referring to the current fragile, thin-skinned occupant of the White House, though it would be easy to see Donald Trump as the anthropomorphic, egg-shaped character of children’s books. Humpty Dumpty for me is the United States.

The history of the United States, from well before its establishment, has been a balancing act of controversy and even conflict over government, rights, economy, and culture. The nation was founded in large part on the removal and decimation of first inhabitants and the capture and enslavement of Africans. Capitalism, a system premised on balancing self-interest and greed, was blended in this country with mainly protestant religious views, and strong sense of white superiority.

Just like Humpty, our country is a sitting precariously on a wall. But our wall is not a support wall, but a divider between darkness and light. The growth of partisanship and particularly the public ascent of the radical right augur an inevitable crisis. Up-coming election may answer on which side we fall.

© 2020, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.