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On July 21, 1861, in Manassas, Virginia, the first major land battle of the Civil War took place.  Northerners called it the Battle of Bull Run, whereas in the South it is known as the Battle of Manassas.  It ended in a Confederate victory when the Union forces were eventually forced to retreat.  The battle shattered any illusions that the Union had that the conflict would be a short and relatively bloodless affair.

On January 6, 2021, an army of Donald Trump supporters stormed the Capitol building and for a time overran it, hoping to prevent the confirmation of Joseph Biden as the winner of the Presidential election.  Eventually, Capital police quelled the riot and restored order so that the votes of the American people and the Electoral College could be confirmed.  Once again, Americans hoped that this first battle would end the conflict and that it would be a short and relatively bloodless affair.  Again, we were wrong.  While many in Donald Trump’s MAGA army did go to prison for their role in the conflict, their Cult Leader General remains at large and our uncivil war continues and threatens to get very bloody.

Earlier this month I wrote that one path the MAGA world had to continue their war on Democracy was to put a MAGA supporter two heartbeats away from the Presidency by electing one of their own as Speaker of the House.  They even considered naming Donald Trump as the Speaker, but the job remained vacant for three weeks until they were able to bully and physically threaten other Republicans and their families to unanimously name Mike Johnson the new Speaker.

Mike Johnson was one of the architects of the plan to stop the certification of the vote on January 6^th.  So, he is now 3^rd in line for the Presidency, with the Republicans determined to remove President Biden from office via impeachment.  Donald Trump is also pushing for the 80-year-old Biden to be removed from office for mental incapacity.  This would move Mike Johnson to within a heartbeat of the Presidency, and there are many MAGA thugs ready, willing, and evil enough to attempt to end that precious heartbeat.

Then should Mike Johnson become President, he can name Donald Trump as his Vice President, and then resign the Presidency.  Boom.  Dictator Trump will take over.

The mills of justice are grinding slowly against the twice impeached, often indicted, disgraced ex-president, but they need to speed up.  Donald Trump is a clear and present danger to our Democracy.  He is making a mockery of our justice system by threatening witnesses and even suggesting that some witnesses such as General Milley should be executed.  He has clearly violated his bail agreement and should be in jail, not given small fines that amount to pocket change for the presumed billionaire.

Our justice system is not just if anyone is above the law.  If the MAGA thugs are allowed to continue their reign of terror, we can be sure that they will eventually pass a law that Critical Coup Theory can never be taught in American schools.

For the sake of our country and our Democracy, lock him up.

Peace & Love, and all of the above,

Earl

Kevin McCarthy fought furiously for the job of Speaker of the House.  Now Matt Gaetz is challenging him for that position.  Why?

I asked my new friend ChatGPT to provide me with a little background.

Where is the Speaker of the House in the Presidential Succession plan?

ChatGPT

The Speaker of the House of Representatives is fairly high in the presidential succession plan in the United States. The presidential succession plan is outlined in the Presidential Succession Act, which establishes the order of individuals who would assume the presidency if the President and Vice President are unable to serve. As of my last knowledge update in September 2021, here is the order of succession:

1. Vice President
2. Speaker of the House of Representatives
3. President pro tempore of the Senate
4. Secretary of State
5. Secretary of the Treasury
6. Secretary of Defense
7. Attorney General
8. Secretary of the Interior
9. Secretary of Agriculture
10. Secretary of Commerce
11. Secretary of Labor
12. Secretary of Health and Human Services
13. Secretary of Housing and Urban Development
14. Secretary of Transportation
15. Secretary of Energy
16. Secretary of Education
17. Secretary of Veterans Affairs
18. Secretary of Homeland Security

So, the Speaker of the House of Representatives is second in line after the Vice President in the presidential succession plan.

Since I have heard rumors that Donald Trump’s name might be submitted for that position by MAGA loyalists, I asked Chat one more background question.

Do you have to be a congressman to be voted Speaker of the House?

ChatGPT

No, you do not have to be a member of the House of Representatives or a congressman to be elected as the Speaker of the House. While historically, the Speaker has typically been a member of the House, the Constitution does not explicitly require the Speaker to be a member of Congress. The Speaker is elected by the members of the House of Representatives from among their own ranks, but there is no constitutional requirement that the Speaker must be a sitting member of the House.

In theory, a non-member could be elected as Speaker, although this would be an extremely rare and unlikely scenario, as the Speaker’s role is closely tied to the legislative process and the leadership of the House of Representatives. Typically, members of the majority party in the House nominate and elect one of their own party members as Speaker. In practice, the Speaker has always been a member of the House.

So, the Speaker of the House is just two heartbeats away from being the President, and the cult of Donald J. Trump has a longshot way to get him back in the Whitehouse, through this back door.

Of course, Joe Biden and Kamala Harris stand in Trump’s way.

So, what does the MAGA crowd decide to do?  They opened up hearings to see if there is any way that they can impeach them, starting with Joe Biden.  Do they have any evidence of impeachment-worthy High Crimes committed by President Biden?  No, but that doesn’t stop them.  They are hoping that if they dig and dig and dig, they will find something, anything, that they can pass off to fellow like-minded Republicans as an impeachable offense.

They tried to overthrow the government on January 6^th, 2021, and failed, but they didn’t accept defeat and walk away.  They continue to try and overthrow the legitimately elected President so that their cult leader can regain the Presidency.

Six of the eight debaters in the GOP Presidential debates raised their hand to acknowledge that if Donald Trump is named as the Republican candidate for President in 2024, they will support him, even if he is convicted of multiple felonies before then.  They are under the control of the Donald J. Trump cult, and they have admitted it publicly.  At this point in time, the Republicans don’t even have a “lesser of two evils” candidate.  They are all submissive to the cult, except for the two candidates who didn’t raise their hands, Chris Christie and Asa Hutchinson.  Chris Christie is polling at 2.8% of Republicans favoring him.  Asa Hutchinson is polling at 0.5% of Republicans.  The Cult has a firm hand on 96.7% of the Republican Party candidates, and they will do anything to return their beloved wannabe dictator to power.

Those of us who want to preserve our Democracy cannot sit idly by.  Make sure that you are registered to vote.  The United States, in its storied history, has dealt with Barbary pirates, Foreign Governments, Nazis, and terrorists.  We can deal with crazy cults.  81,283,098 voted to remove Trump from office in 2020.  We need even more voters in 2024 to make sure that he and his co-conspirators never return. Register and vote. The Country you save may be your own.

Peace & Love, and all of the above,

Earl

With apologies to Nat King Cole

Ramblin’ rose, Pinocchio Nose.

Why you ramble, no one knows

Wild and wind blown, that’s how your hair’s grown

Who can cling to a ramblin’ rose?

Ramble on, ramble on

Take the 5^th, as part of your con,

Who will love you with a love true

When your ramblin’ days are gone?

Orange Clothes, Pinocchio Nose,

Why MAGA hats want you, heaven knows

Who could love you with a love true

Who can still cling to this orange rose?

Peace & Love, and all of the above,

Earl

Look, up in the sky. It’s a bird. It’s a plane. No. It’s a farm vehicle.

When I was a boy, we pictured farmers as, well to put it bluntly, backward.  We even had an expression for somebody who was not too savvy, saying that they had just fallen off the turnip truck.  We pictured farms with a duck duck here and a duck duck there, singing E-I-E-I-O. 

Fast forward to today, and that UFO you see in the sky might just be a farmer surveying his crops in his new electric Vertical Take-off and Landing vehicle, eVTOL, for short.  Things sure have changed.

One hundred years ago there were 6.5 million farms in the United States.  32,000,000 Americans lived on a farm.  At that time it was 30 percent of the population.  Today less than 2 percent of the U.S. population make their living as farmers.  Small farms are going out of business. Today, we are down to about 2 million farms in the United States, but they produce more than the 6.5 million farms in days of yore.

Farms have gotten larger as big corporations have gobbled up many of the small farms, and high-tech has taken over. Only the Amish still use horses to plow their fields.  Today’s tractors come with air-conditioned cabins, auto steering and GPS navigation.  They also come with huge repair bills when they break down.  No longer can a farmer just tow a broken tractor into the barn and fix it themselves.  In some cases, they are prohibited from doing this by the manufacturer, and in other cases they’re just not that easy to fix.  Today, paying manufacturers for tractor repair is quite expensive.  So many farmers are fighting for laws that give them the right to repair their own vehicles. 

Most farmers are technically millionaires.  They are worth a lot on paper, but, in reality, have trouble making ends meet, because most of their money is tied-up in land and equipment.   Now, just to stay competitive, some of them are investing in electric Vertical Take Off and Landing vehicles to monitor their crops and livestock.    Instead of singing E-I-E-I-O, they are singing “Off we go into the wild blue yonder.”  It reminds me of the old TV program Sky King, who needed an airplane to keep an eye on his farm.

So, the next time you’re sitting down at the table enjoying a delicious spread of food, take a moment to thank a farmer. Buy locally grown food, if possible…and be sure to eat your vegetables.

Peace and Love, and all of the above,

Earl

In 1961, Ray Charles had a #1 hit with “Hit the Road, Jack.” So, anyone who isn’t collecting Social Security might have to go to YouTube to hear the original before they try to sing along with this parody I wrote for Donald Trump with the help of my new friend, ChatGPT.

Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more!

What you say? Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more!

Oh, Trump, oh Trump, don’t you treat us so bad, You’re the worst President that we ever had. You said you’d drain the swamp, but it’s deeper than before, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more!

(Chorus) Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more!

What you say? Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more!

Oh, Mitch, oh Mitch, you obstructed with a grin, You blocked the Senate floor, to let MAGA win. You played your partisan games, but we’ll show you the door, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more!

(Chorus) Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more!

What you say? Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more!

Oh, Ted, oh Ted, you fled to Cancun’s sun, When Texas faced a crisis, and you thought you’d have some fun. You left your people cold, but now we’ll even the score, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more.

Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more!

What you say? Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more!

Oh, Lindsey, oh Lindsey, you flipped your stance with ease, You praised the former president, and ignored the people’s pleas. You danced around the truth, but we’ll even the score, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more!

Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more!

(Outro) Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Lock him up, Jack, so he don’t come back no more!

Peace & Love, and all of the above,

Earl

All this talk lately about AI, caused me to go back and take another look at ChatGPT. I asked it to write a 5,000-word blog post about Lancaster, PA, and this is the result. I may soon be forced into retirement.

Introduction

Ah, Lancaster, Pennsylvania, the land of rolling hills, peaceful farmland, and a surprising number of horse-drawn buggies on the road. This quaint little slice of Americana has long held a special place in the hearts of travelers and locals alike. But behind its picturesque façade lies a world of eccentricities, unexpected surprises, and a whole lot of delicious Pennsylvania Dutch cuisine. So, strap in, folks, because we’re about to take a 5000-word joyride through the wonderland that is Lancaster, PA.

Chapter 1: “Buggy Bumping: The Lancaster Traffic Jam”

Lancaster’s traffic is truly one of a kind. While most cities grapple with gridlock and endless honking, Lancaster residents deal with an entirely different beast – horse-drawn buggies. It’s like a never-ending parade of four-legged commuters. Picture this: you’re running late for a meeting, and you find yourself stuck behind a buggy named ‘Buttercup’ that seems to be in no hurry at all. It’s a test of patience, my friends, and a reminder to slow down and smell the hay.

Chapter 2: “The Unlikely Lingo: Pennsylvania Dutch”

Despite the name, Pennsylvania Dutch isn’t Dutch at all. It’s actually a dialect of German, spoken by the Amish and Mennonite communities in Lancaster. Trying to decipher their conversations is like trying to understand a chicken’s clucking. “Gutentag,” “Danki,” and “Schnitzelbank” are just a few phrases you’ll encounter, and they’ll leave you scratching your head. If you ever find yourself in a heated debate about whether “shoo-fly pie” is a dessert or a bug repellent, you’re probably in Lancaster.

Chapter 3: “Amish Hipsters: The Original Trendsetters”

The Amish people are known for their simple, traditional way of life. But here’s the twist – they inadvertently became the OG hipsters. Picture this: long beards, handmade clothes, and a predilection for local, organic food. Sound familiar? The Amish were rocking the beard trend way before it hit Brooklyn, and they were all about farm-to-table before it was cool. They even have their own version of “Farmers’ Markets” – they call them “Roadside Stands,” and trust me, they’re Instagram gold.

Chapter 4: “Shoofly Pie: A Sweet Mystery”

One of the culinary highlights of Lancaster is the mysterious shoofly pie. It’s a molasses-rich, crumbly concoction that seems like it was dreamed up in the kitchens of Willy Wonka himself. The origins of its name are as clear as molasses, but one thing’s for sure: you can’t leave Lancaster without trying a slice. Just don’t expect it to shoo away actual flies. Unless those flies are really into molasses, that is.

Chapter 5: “The Legend of Whoopie Pie”

If shoofly pie is Lancaster’s sweet mystery, then whoopie pies are its sugary superheroes. These delightful sandwich cookies, made from two moist cake-like cookies and a creamy filling, have a unique origin story. Legend has it that Amish wives would put them in their husbands’ lunchboxes, and when the men would find them, they’d shout, “Whoopie!” Whether true or not, one thing is certain – whoopie pies are so good that they’ll make anyone shout for joy.

Chapter 6: “Corn Mazes and Hayrides: Lancaster’s Wild Side”

You might think Lancaster is all about tranquil farmland, but come autumn, things get wild. Corn mazes pop up all over the place, and they’re like a real-life episode of “Lost.” It’s all fun and games until you realize you’ve been wandering in circles for hours, and your survival skills are put to the test. And don’t even get me started on hayrides – it’s a cozy, rustic activity until someone accidentally sits on a rogue pitchfork.

Chapter 7: “When the Tourists Come to Town”

Lancaster’s residents are used to tourists flocking to the area to experience the Amish lifestyle and sample the local delicacies. But every now and then, you’ll spot a tourist who’s taken their enthusiasm to a whole new level. Picture this: a family dressed head-to-toe in bonnets, suspenders, and straw hats, trying to hitch a ride on a passing buggy. It’s like a real-life episode of “Amish Swap,” and it’s just another day in Lancaster.

Chapter 8: “Barn Raisings and Butter Churnings: Amish DIY Extravaganza”

If there’s one thing the Amish excel at, it’s DIY projects. Their barn raisings are like a cross between a construction site and a neighborhood block party. Imagine 50 people working together to raise a barn in a single day, all fueled by shoofly pie and whoopie pies. And let’s not forget butter churnings, where the Amish turn cream into butter with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for dance-offs. DIY in Lancaster is serious business, folks.

Conclusion

Lancaster, Pennsylvania, may not be your typical tourist destination, but it’s a place filled with quirks, charm, and an unexpected dose of humor. From the never-ending parade of buggies to the sweet mysteries of shoofly pie and whoopie pies, Lancaster is a delightful slice of Americana that’s bound to leave you with a smile on your face. So, if you ever find yourself in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch Country, be sure to slow down, savor the sights and sounds, and embrace the unique charm of Lancaster, PA – it’s a journey worth taking, one buggy at a time.

Peace & Love, and all of the above.

Earl

My new apartment is just opposite a storefront Pentecostal Church.  They hold services on Sunday, hours before my normal rising time, and they are loud.  From the size of the building, I can’t imagine it holds more than 25-50 people, but what they lack in numbers, they sure make up for in volume.  Ironically, I actually enjoy waking up to their songs on Sunday mornings.  The female parishioner, who is leading the congregation, manages to get everyone into the spirit, even me.

They don’t sing in English, so I don’t know what they’re saying, but it has spirit, lots of spirit, and I lie in bed and try to imagine what is going on.  I picture a scene near the end of an old Tarzan movie, after Tarzan has somehow saved the day for the tribe.  The natives are having a massive feast, dancing and chanting, and just as happy as can be.  That’s what it sounds like, to me.  The joy just seems to fill the neighborhood.

I didn’t hear them yesterday, and I don’t know why.  I just know that I was disappointed not to hear them.  It is a Sunday ritual I was beginning to enjoy very much.  In some way, it also provides me with a sense of connection with the neighborhood.  I don’t understand a word they are saying, but I feel the connection.  I guess that you could compare it to back when I was a Catholic and the mass was in Latin.  I didn’t understand all the words, but I felt the vibe.

I listened to a YouTube lecture this week given by Professor Robin Dunbar.  He is most famous for “The Dunbar Number,” 150.  His research revealed that 150 is the optimum number of meaningful contacts human beings should have.  If we have more meaningful contacts than that, we stretch ourselves too thin, and we cannot devote the proper amount of time to nurturing each relationship.  If we have fewer meaningful contacts, we can feel lonely.

This particular lecture, which I watched, was on the formation of the various religions, and their role in society.  Right away, he answered the first question that I and other Atheists and Agnostics would ask.  Why do people believe so strongly in something that cannot be proved?  His answer is that most people are not obsessed by Theology.  They didn’t study the 3,000 or so world religions and pick the one that had views closest to their own.  Instead, they simply attended the church their parents attended.  They grew to enjoy the company of other members of the church and developed a social bond with them.  The more often they went to church the stronger that bond became.  Infrequent church goers felt close to a couple other church goers.  Frequent church goers felt close to most of the other church goers, and people who went to church more often than once a week felt close to almost everyone in their congregation.  Basically, going to church made you feel happy, and you would be happiest if the congregation size was about 150 people.

The next thing he discussed was rituals.  People love rituals, and Religions are loaded with rituals.  The most popular rituals involved singing and dancing.  No wonder the Pentecostals across the street radiate joy.  They fit into the happiest category, church-goers, who like to sing and dance.  (Since I can’t see them, I don’t know if they are actually dancing, but I know that I can’t sit still while their music is playing.)

So, I’m still an Atheist, but now I see a purpose for religion, as a lubricant for social interaction and a source of pleasure for millions of people.  It doesn’t make any difference to me what they believe, as long as it isn’t “Kill non-believers.”

To address the lack of opportunities for Atheists to enjoy these benefits of religion, I’m even thinking of forming my own Church.  We would meet on Wednesdays, since that doesn’t seem to compete with any other religions, and our creed would be, “Believe whatever you want to believe, just don’t expect me to believe that, too.  Sing, dance, love your neighbor, and be happy.”

Since a good religion also has rituals that people can look forward to, we would probably serve beer.

Sing Halleluia.

Peace & Love, and all of the above,

Earl

“Our whole universe was in a hot, dense state

Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started, wait

The earth began to cool, the autotrophs began to drool

Neanderthals developed tools

We built a wall* (we built the pyramids)

Math, science, history, unraveling the mysteries

That all started with the big bang (bang)”

*Mexico did not pay for this wall.

Einstein presented us with his most famous formula over a hundred years ago, and, still, most of us don’t really know what it means.  Most of us can translate it into English, though.  Energy is equal to Mass times the speed of light squared.  Since scientists have measured the speed of light at an astonishing 186,000 miles per second, it figures that a tiny amount of mass multiplied by 186,000 x 186,000 is a really big number.  So, an awful lot of energy can be obtained from a small amount of matter.  The Atomic Bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki proved that.  Conversely a lot of energy can convert a lump of coal into a diamond.

Energy and mass are interchangeable.  The more energy you have, the more mass that it can be converted into.  The more mass you have the more energy you can get from it.  If you have zero energy, you have zero mass, and vice versa, if you have zero mass, you have zero energy.

The Law of Conservation of Mass says that Matter can change form through physical and chemical changes, but through any of these changes matter is conserved.  The same amount of matter exists before and after the change – none is created or destroyed. A rusty metal bar weighs more than a shiny metal bar, because oxygen has been added to the metal, increasing its weight ever so slightly.  The weight of the rusty bar is equal to the weight of the original metal plus the added oxygen.

Just one more bit of science and I’ll make my point.

The amount of energy/matter in the universe is constant.  Over time, this energy becomes more and more spread out and less and less useful, even though the actual amount doesn’t change.

Now my point.

“In the beginning,” our world was not made out of nothing.  There wasn’t any matter, but there was an enormous amount of concentrated energy, which could be converted into matter.  “The whole universe was in a hot, dense state.”

Fourteen billion years ago (or maybe even further back) expansion started.  The Universe began to cool, and with this expansion and cooling, Energy was able to convert into matter, first hydrogen, then helium, then the suns, planets, moons, gases, and all the other elements.

So, while some people say that this world was created from nothing, that is not true.  There was always energy, which was converted into matter, and if the expansion of the Universe ever reverses, all the matter will once again return to energy, “a hot dense state,” and then the whole process will probably repeat, and that energy will expand and convert into matter.  World without end.  Amen.

Peace and Love, and all of the above,

Earl

The devil called down to Georgia, he was lookin’ for an election to steal.
He was in a bind ’cause he was way behind,
And he was willin’ to make a deal.

When he reached Raffensperger, the Georgian Secretary of State.
The devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, “Boy, let me tell you how to make Georgia great,”

“I guess you didn’t know it, but I’m a gambler through and through,
And if you’d care to take a dare, I’ll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty politician, boy
But let me sow some oats.
I’ll bet a toilet of gold against your soul
If you can find me 11,870 votes.”

The boy said, “my name’s Brad, and I think that’s a crime
So I’ll have to refuse, because you’re gonna lose,
And you might wind up doing time.”

Brad taped this conversation, because he knew the Devil couldn’t be trusted.
When Hell broke loose in Georgia, he got the Devil busted.
He didn’t care about any old toilet made of gold,

He just wanted to let the Devil know that he wouldn’t sell his soul.

The devil started to plead his case and said, “Let me explain.
I won this state.  I’m doing great, and I’ve got my own jet plane.

Just do me this one favor, and I’ll do something for you.”
Then a band of conspirators joined in, and it sounded like a coup.

When the devil finished, Brad said, “well, you’re pretty sure you won,
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you what you’ve done.”

He called the D.A. and Fani Willis made all sorts of plans
To indict him on a RICO charge and fingerprint his tiny hands.
Then Fani gave him a photo in honor of his “perfect” call.
You see the scowl in his mug shot, and I guess that says it all.

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat
And he puked in the golden toilet on the ground at their feet
They said, “Devil, just come back for a trial date if you ever dare,
And we’ll put you in jail for life, or send you to the chair.”

They played “Fire on the Mountain” run boys, run.
The conspirators are goin’ to the big House, one by one.
And Devil Donald will be joining them there.
Fani, will your dog bite? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Peace & Love, and all of the above,

Earl

Original Song: The Devil Went Down to Georgia. Songwriters: Charles Fred Hayward / Charlie Daniels / Fred Edwards / James W. Marshall / John Crain / William J. Digregorio

Thursday evening at the jailhouse, you could see him arrive.

He said he was 6 -3 and weighed 2-1-5.

Kinda broad in the backside, and wider in the hip,

And he just doesn’t know when to button his lip.  Big Don.

Mar A Lago is where the Don calls home.

But since Melania left him, he lives all alone.

He shoots off his mouth, not quiet or shy.

When they booked him for his crimes, he just said, “Why?” Big Don

Everyone knows he’s from the New York scene,

Where he got into a fight over a porno queen.

And a crashing blow from a D.A. man,

Brought down the first indictment on an old con man.

Big Don…the Big Con…Big Bad Don

Then came that awful day on January 6^th,

For which Bad Don will now only plead the 5^th.

Congressmen were praying and hearts beat fast,

And Mike Pence thought that he had breathed his last,

Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hell,

Was a sniveling coward that the MAGA crowd knew well.

He was glued to the TV, just enjoying the riot,

And refused to tell his cult to go home and be quiet.

Big Don, the Big Con…Big Bad Don

The Capital police were overrun that day,

By the red hat hoard that wanted Trump to stay.

They made a mockery of our Nation’s halls,

They ransacked the place and smeared shit on the walls.

After the police recovered control of the place.

He finally showed the mob his bright orange face.

“Go home, we love you, you’re very special,” he said.

Meanwhile, brave cops had been left dying or dead.

The Congress reconvened and confirmed the vote.

And everyone blamed Trump for the lies he wrote.

But, within days, Republicans decided to take a pass,

And they went right back to kissing his ass. Big Don.

They finally reopened the Capital that day,

But it should have a sign, and here’s what it should say.

The country was barely saved from a treasonous plan,

All caused by the greed of a Narcissistic Con Man.

Big Don, the Big Con, Big Bad Don.