Category Archives: Regret

More with a sigh rather than a scream of frustration after yet another assault on the senses.

Once More, With Feeling.

This week it’s been in a dusty little Texas town,
There half a congregation were gunned down,
Another week, another maniac with a gun,
And next week there will be another one.

Our betters wring their hands once more,
Much like last week, and the week before,
Another abomination, another crazy crime,
But DON’T mention gun control at this sad time.

Soon in Sutherland Springs they’ll bury their dead,
A stirring never-to-be-forgotten speech will be read,
But thinking a lesson’s been learned would be a mistake-
Not with Freedom and a high-powered Amendment at stake.

Our fine leader wears a face wreathed in sadness
But he shows no will or want to rein in the madness,
So, next week when some gung-ho gun nut goes insane
We’ll send our condolences and hopes and prayers- again.

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Don can’t help himself when it comes to comes to commiserations, or letting us all know how much better he is at it than his predecessors.

Getting On Don’s Good Side.

President Trump is feeling embattled
So Don does what he does when rattled,
Out comes the finger, to his phone its pointed
And out flies a tweet, fevered and disjointed.

Give the President a phone
But pray for a Presidential tone.

He says other Presidents didn’t make the tough call
For those who served the cause but took the fall;
He sees a noble sacrifice, she sees her man in a body bag,
Cold comfort when gazing at a coffin shrouded in a flag.

Can someone please take his phone away?
Understanding and empathy ain’t his forte.

Surely Don must know that in honoring the departed
By his own admission his words must sound half-hearted,
Didn’t his reaction to the Charlottesville ‘situation’ provide
A precedent for sending some sympathy to the other side?

Welcome To Las Vegas, where good fortune and good luck finally ran out; Thank God the NRA have an arsenal of explanations and the bucks to explain it all away.

A Word In Your Shell-like.

‘My NRA comrades-in-arms, times are fraught,
Rally to this call to alms, hand us your support,
A certain someone’s turned to Vegas as a last resort
And left us with the repercussions and a nasty report.

So, with wounds still raw and feelings overwrought
Now it’s time to practice what our forefathers taught,
To cherish old traditions for which they slaved and fought,
NOW is not the time to talk Control, perish (ahem) the thought.

Now you take your time to reflect, maintain silence and comport-
As the painful headlines fade, the peoples memory grows short;
Then we’ll be spendin’ time at Congress and the Supreme Court,
Every gun totin’ donation helps prove justice can be bought.’

No free rides or happy landings in the Presidential inner circle.

Tom Price In Free Fall.

So another good Trump man has gone,
Tom Price has been dismissed by Don,
No public servant has blown so much on luxury flight,
Arduous journeys magically became transports of delight.

Since Don asked Tom where the funds came from
There will be no more high flying for poor Tom,
From being on board Air Force One with the President
He’s flown from favour faster than a Muslim immigrant.

So Toms going back to the bad old days,
Of long queues and longer delays,
Tom had no answer, the Don has spoken;
Much longer and his record would be broken.

Since Don has thrown him out on his tight ass
Its a seat in cheap ‘n’ nasty Economy Class,
Tom’s paying the price, he’s now flying right, not wrong,
Even smiling at that spoiled brat that screams all flight long.

Lest people think a ‘fair and balanced’ view is not part of this blog I offer a Weiner story. Dirty, disreputable, dodgy and a Democrat. Sleaze, stupidity and sexting, all in one oh so simple package.

Junk Mail.

Before the good Judge stands ex-Congressman Anthony Weiner,
Wearing a Valentino suit, Berluti shoes and a sorry demeanour,
After flicking through his cell phone pics she had never seen a
Clearer need for slapping on an extra year, and hand cleaner.

What a fine upstanding and changed man Tony appears,
But knowing he will be going away for nigh on two years
After hearing his plea for clemency has fallen on deaf ears
He fears he may soon be shedding more than crocodile tears.

He looks to his Defence team who look sad and defensive,
Its no easy brief representing one who you find reprehensive,
Yet should he appeal, their work will be full and comprehensive;
Oh joy, he’s going to appeal and it should prove hopeless AND expensive.

As incarceration approaches and his appeal on a slippery slope
His loyal lawyers come up with some advice to help him cope;
‘If all else fails , pray to a higher power, and never lose hope,
And if in the shower, whatever you do, don’t drop the soap.’

Part two; Who do you serve and who do you protect?

What a cause for inquiry this shooting’s become,
Quite the mystery wrapped up in the conundrum,
But try to ask questions of the perpetrator of the crime
And he is unable to answer any inquiries at this time.

Do good people hold fast to the mistaken belief
That whispered confession gives blessed relief?
Oh, good grief.

The Mayor wishes this Officer would shed some light,
But he’s staying silent, and what’s wrong with that Right?
Say, why WERE body cameras off when the action occurred?
Perhaps he foresaw reason to be neither seen nor heard?

His lawyer says ‘keep your reasonings brutally short,
Or your mouth shut till they drag out out your report.’
In open Court.