Reactionary Poem


America’s presidents: well deserved

(recall that cowboy Hollywood actor?)

React in vain while your meltdown is served:

let it glow—like a nuclear reactor.

Energy freed: progressively conserved,

in Uranium for all who backed her—

though some who bought it may become unnerved

and see her as less than a benefactor.


Raking the Golden Muck

Wait a minute . . . Deep State Trump-haters are STILL talking about that Steele Dossier? Still trying to digest that nothingburger 2 years later? Hmmmmmm . . .
It is time, oh my seething, teeming hordes of loyal readers, to re-inflict one of my epic poems on all of you. Time has improved its delicate Trumpian savor.

Here is my Golden Shower Oldie from 2017:


Fake News Wets Bed

HEAR YE, HEAR YE:  It’s a wedding bell for bedding well while we’re crushin’ the illusion of Russian collusion! CNN wets on Russian bedding but Trump bets on Russian wedding, and you’re invited to the bridal shower. Punking the monkery, dig the debunkery; from Rasputin to Putin it’s time for some straight shootin’. Hillary looks old and glowers at Donald’s rumored golden showers. Our media owes US an explanation for streams of steaming urination, but we are willing to forgive and use their wet diapers as debt wipers. My poem’s appeal may take a toll, but let its little peal now roll:

“Tinkle, tinkle” rings the bell
A Fake News warning; time to spell
out what was wet with Moscow girls.
Putin’s putas?  Wisdom’s pearls
were pried from Truth’s reluctant shell,
banishing Hillary straight to hell.
None. It’s what we want left over
from this hag. We now discover
beds were dry; it all amounted
(all those golden tricks recounted)
to less than a tepid bowl of kasha. . .
Russia laughed from her summer dacha.
InfoWars was on it first
while Dems spun lies from false to worst,
awarding cash for faked dossiers
embellished with the CIA’s
well-trained performing circus-seal.
The FBI endorsed the deal
as RINOS horned in on the action:
Washingtonian distraction;
a democrat-concocted fuss—

. . . but we ALL paid Hillary to piss on us.


Always Orange New Year with the Always Orange You Near

We MUST — and we shall unquestioningly obey
our orange overlord and cosmic father DONALD T.

All individuality must be renounced as we find our collective greatness in Him. Our shining patriarch alone can give meaning to our spiritually empty and sexually repressed white lives as we unite behind the banner of a new U.S.A. Only through rigid adherence to masculine and deeply nationalistic values shall the mystic rebirth in Greatness become possible. And it will be YUGE, this rebirth. Donald Himself will be the midwife when the waters break and the contractions begin. Being male and willing to suffer for the Fatherland, we will steel our collective will and refuse the offer of epidural. This collective birth into Greatness will be simultaneous with massive awakening as we arise from the paralyzing sleep of globalist technocrat control. Our Orange Daddy and omnipotent midwife will deliver this collective baby into a post-globalist world.

His meme shall be: TRUMP2020 !