The way Farage laughs
As though what he is saying
Has embarrassed even him
Or when Corbyn sniffs as if
What he is saying
So impresses him
And how Trump gesticulates
That intimates what he is saying
Second-guesses him
All ways the first tell
Is like the last knell
Before the din
If seeing is believing and believing a feeling is virtually all, does it matter that the emperor has no clothes? Is he even really naked, since he has been gifted with a thousand and one projections of bespoke attire?
Gaslighters are telling themselves that they are the victims of gaslighting. Well, yes, they are: turns out you can fool the absolute heck out of yourself.
“For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who don’t believe, no proof is possible.” ~ Stuart Chase
Serendipity:
James Comey’s testimony
[The polls close at ten] 🍿
wash, rinse, repeat
time and rhyme
our story beats
got rote right down
in lines
in rounds
the past unlearned
returns to reach
tomorrow bound
the earworms burn our dancing feet
We’ve got ourselves a good old-fashioned revival, folks.
What if arithmetic were underpinned by the base-mood system:
if its virtues were no more than the sum of
popular feelings, mischievous algorithms and smoke-filled echo chambers?
Whataboutery.
Well, pointillist:
What about it?
There once was a bully called Trump
Who had views on perpetual pump
He was easily triggered
And bigly on twitter
Persisted in taking his dumps
He used the best words that he had
To rant like a babyman nursing his Jack the Lad
Character thin
As his orangey skin
Punctuating his nap time… Sad!
No body is safe from his whims
He is scary when challenged and worse when he wins
From his sore, swollen glands
To his teeny wee hands
Sex and money and war are just Business to him
The cartoon for this POTUS in place
Has the world beady-eyed on the space
Will The Real Donald last?
Is this narcissist’s farce
Gonna blow up the planet or piss on its face?
