Poetry In Commotion
October 25, 2022
You are likely aware that the most consequential election since
the Civil War era is looming like Putin’s finger hovering over the nuclear
button, with all the steadiness of someone with late-stage Parkinson’s. In a
mere two weeks, we will learn the fate of the unique experiment in governance
brought forth on this continent (without consent of its original inhabitants or
those brought here against their will or those unfortunate to have been born
without penises) in the late eighteenth century after the alleged birth of
Jesus Christ.
Nearly 300 election denying psychopaths are on the ballot in
45 states. That number of course only includes those who are damaged enough to
admit to it publicly, but as we know, Ratpublicans cannot be trusted for at
least a generation. Many of these hate-filled, halfwits are unfit for tying
shoes, let alone protecting and defending the Constitution of the United States
of America – particularly when it comes to enemies domestic.
Here are just a few of the miscreants and mental defectives
gunning for office:
The rest of them are just your run-of-the-mill fascist,
election-denying, anti-choice, anti-science, pro-gun-death, racist,
anti-Semitic nut-jobs who want to kill Social Security, Medicare, education,
elections and possibly you. And don’t even get me started on the House
candidates. It would be difficult to out-dumb-fuck the current crop of kooks. Their
new normal, following the lead of their soon-to-be-indicted brainless leader,
is to reject any election they do not win.
Makes me think of Gil Scott-Heron from his 1974 H2Ogate
Blues:
We leave America to ponder the image of justice from its
new wave of leaders: Frank Rizzo, the high school graduate mayor of
Philadelphia, whose ignorance is surpassed only by those who voted for him.
The Insurrection Election
This will be the first election since the January 6
insurrection kick-off. The insurrection continues to fester. The disgraced,
twice-impeached, failed insurrection leader and Fifth-Amendment-dependent
ex-one-term-fake-president continues to spew his big lie. His
mentally-defective minions continue to support his big lie. He always knew it
was a lie. They all know it’s a lie. Any who claim not too are not doing
themselves any favors. The only way to believe Trump’s Big Lie is to be
brain-dead.
The Fascists are coming! The fascists are coming!
In honor of this historic event – the long-avoided second
attempt to tear asunder the fragile experiment initiated by the likes of
Jefferson, Adams, Washington and all the other wealthy, famed, white male slave
owners, land barons via civil war, our in-house poets here at Paying Attention™ have crafted a remake of Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow’s classic (historically inaccurate) Paul Revere’s Ride.
Look now, my children,
and you shall see
The midnight blog of I. Mangrey,
On the eighth of November, in Twenty-Two,
Where will you be and what will you do,
To honor the future and your civic duty.
I blogged to his friends,
“If Ratpublicans prevail,
At the booth, through the post, in the Senate or House,
You will surely witness democracy fail,
If elections that day favor fascist and louse;
One person, one vote, has been how it has worked,
‘Til our rights, by the High Court, off have been jerked.
I. Mangrey joins others to raise the alarm,
Through ranting and blogging and flailing his arms,
Exposing the assholes, their dangers and harms.
So through these dark
weeks I. Mangrey still blogs,
And so through the weeks he skewers these dogs,
In desperate attempt to help preserve freedom,
For two-leggeds, four-leggeds, waters and treedom;
A voice from
the internets bellowing warning,
And words that shall echo
from nighttime ‘til morning!
One
vote if in person, or one if by mail,
To stop the planned steal,
lest democracy fail,
In this hour of darkness
and peril and need,
Recall all the months, and
now many a year,
The harrying blog posts, the
rant and the screed,
Of I. Mangrey’s warnings,
à la Paul Revere.
I. Mangrey reporting. We hold this bullshit to be
self-evident. 
