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There
is little reason to celebrate this unjoyous season -- 2017. All
across the nation foreboding storm clouds of hate. In the citadels of
power in D.C. nothing but lies, more lies and deceit. Little else to
be seen.
In
Asia, Africa, Europe and the Middle East, all around the globe,
hurricanes of strife and discontent swell and reverberate.
Through
it all a megalomaniac and lunatic desires to reign as “Emperor”
and as “King”. Sadly, there are no joyous songs to sing.
All
is not well in the universe! All seems decadent and perverse. On our
Earth there is no mirth. A sickening and putrid smell envelops us all
poisoning our world.
“Trump
is our President and our king"! His minions and syncophants,
from the rafters, ring.
“Hallelujah!
Hurrah! and Hurrah again” they begin, “Look what great
joy to the masses, the Republicans bring.”
Tax
cut for the wealthy, pain for the unhealthy and poor.”
“What
a “tremendous” Christmas gift and much more; I, Donald J.
Trump, will bring to your door.”
Beware
my friends, only fools rush in where Angels dare not tread.
When
in the name of the man who into Jerusalem rode, humbly on an ASS,
just before the mayhem after that Sunday of palms
When
will we, all together, holler and shout out “Never Again!”
and “NO MORE” to that arrogant and dastardly “jackass”
now stabled in in the house that’s white - but built by Black
hands; today it's being run by tiny fingers and tiny hands where the
keys to the future of the nation hangs?
When
will we, ”the wretched of the Earth", send him flying
surely, NOT on “Air Force One"; and NOT with a whimper;
but with a Bang – right out of the presidency and on his
“un-royal” ass. This nation is not a farce.
Then
and only then in a truly joyous and vociferous chorus will we be able
to sing in one voice and one heart “Joy to the Earth” and
wish each other:
Merry
Christmas,
Happy
Hanukah.
Happy
Kwaanzaa
Feliz
Navidad
Joyeoux
Noel
AND
Mele
Kalikimaka
To
our sisters and our brothers throughout the land.
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