Category Archives: justice

Two fine Tampa citizens start callin’ each other names on Facebook and the war of words between Brian and Alex gets out of hand. Well, duh, who’d have thunk it? Ain’t it great a handgun is right at hand to smooth over these differences of opinion?

Two Men Of The Highest Calibre.

There’s many points of view in politics,
Left and Right sure produce a toxic mix,
Two protagonists began to write on Facebook
And what an ugly wrong turn that argument took.

First came the finger pointing, then an invitation
To take up fisticuffs and forgo learned conversation;
One overwrought ‘gent’ felt such outrage and distress
To drive his point home he even drove to his foes address!

But he blew his argument to bits, so to speak
By putting a slug clear through his enemy’s cheek,
Haven’t Florida Facebook posts sadly come to a pretty pass
When two hot heads must prove who is the biggest bloody ass?

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The Don believes you need a photo ID to purchase groceries! It’s the thinking behind this train of thought is the worrying thing. Extremely unsettling, in an historical sense.

Pry Now, Pay Later.

The President has been known to push reason a little far,
But his idea for a proof of purchase ID is beyond bizarre,
With every single purchase, in every dime store
Flashing the cash won’t be enough anymore;
Don wants you to have papers on you to show who you are.

Will Walmart put you up agin the wall if you’ve no ID card?
Will the cashier at Target treat you like a border guard?
If Donald can only bend Congress to his peculiar cant
Every ‘Merican businesses business will be to be vigilant.
Still, a few survive who hope Dons plan remains ill-starred…

Those who recall with vividity loved faces long since since passed,
Who knew those ‘innocent’ ID papers meant your fate was cast,
Back in the day when a Star of David upon your sleeve
Meant only a painful few would be left to eternally grieve.
And, now to pray that even Don can learn from the past.

A year after a concerned citizen, Justine Damond, rang the police and was shot and killed. Shot by a policeman who answered the poor innocent woman’s call. We wait to see what will happen. A year on, the wait drags on.

The Muffled Sound Of A Distant Report.

It has been one long year Since Justine was gunned down
By a fine upstanding officer and upholder of the law,
Enquiries by the Minneapolis Police plod painfully on in ol’ Fulton Town;
This time the Police don’t seem keen on being quick on the draw.

Justine’s long-suffering family’s impatience is beginning to show,
The Police cop-out has struck a bloody raw nerve,
It seems the wheels of justice in Minneapolis grind exceedingly slow
When its expedient to protect those who protect and serve.

I guess I’m gonna have to eat my words. Don wuz right about this fake news stuff after all. Iran, citizenship, Obama, lies- hard to believe, I know!

Foxing Around The Edges.

From his Great nights sleep Don slowly stirred,
He switched on the TV, to the channel preferred,
Some find Fox’s hyperbole hilariously absurd
But the President truly takes ’em at their word.

What a fine story greets the Great One on waking,
A secret Obama/Iranian dodgy deal Fox is breaking,
What a deplorable dirty tale Don can see, in the making,
The candor of Fox’s journalism is, frankly breath-taking.

Ain’t it a pity for Don truth was all the fable lacked,
The news he gleefully Tweeted Fox can scarcely retract,
The whole sorry story was false, FAKE NEWS, in fact;
One wonders if Don wants those Fox fibbers sacked?

Annapolis newspaper the latest in the kaleidoscope of craziness that continues on despite ‘thoughts’n’prayers.’

The Latest Report.

‘Crazy Jarrod is what they all said,
The lies in that f… fake newspaper I read!
This is all their  fault, they made me see red,
And now all over this paper my story’s spread.’

How my grievances hit the front page,
Jarrod, famous, is standing centre stage,
My word being ignored was the real outrage
So I punctuated my point with a twelve gauge.

Back to my safe secure cell I’m silently led,
There to to contemplate my sins on my single bed,
Oh, to say I’m sane or blame the ‘voices’ in my head?
Option One leaves the NRA legal team in mortal dread.

(This is not meant to be flippant, its more with a sense of weary resignation.)

A Supreme Court judge resigns, allowing Don to choose his replacement and skew justice ever so slightly, conservatively speaking.

Good Old Christian Values.

It’s amazing what the Supreme Court can achieve
When the last vestige of moderation takes his leave,
Whatever dour sour pick Don picks the Court will Rightly receive
Their full complement of five God (and Don) fearing Sons of Eve.

Don’s impious Muslim  travel ban bias is easy to perceive
So it’s a particularly ‘Merican God to whom they will cleave,
But if you accept a virgin can miraculously spontaneously conceive
It does leave this peculiar Presidents pretences easier to believe.

Sarah Huckabee Sanders and party go hungry at Red Hen Restaurant. Oh, the injustice.

You Can’t Always Get What You Want.

When Sarah Huckabee Sanders went out to eat
She had barely warmed her well-upholstered seat
When she felt compelled to return to the street-
Not even a doggy bag as a departure treat.

In these enlightened times who would dare
To toss a Southern belle from her dining chair?
Some old-time gents now say it’s a dark affair,
Suddenly discrimination is dreadful- when it’s not fair.

Whatever happpened to the democratic right
To indulge Ms Huckabees healthy appetite?
To refuse service to someone is damned impolite
WHEN they’re entitled, rich, Republican and white.