Back in the Sixties, Bob Dylan wrote the song Subterranean Homesick Blues where he lyrically and politically opined…
“You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.”
Well folks, more recently, the devastating winds of change have certainly been blowing out from DC’s far right field. Worse yet it’s been with a fury that would max out at #12 on the Beaufort Wind Force Scale.
The particulars? You’ll be sorry you asked…
At a press conference, we’ve witnessed the irate #45 practically telling a journalist to shut the F up… that same gathering staffed with claqueurs and tricked out with a tabletop loaded with stacks of (probably fake) stuffed, folders.
His congressional cronies have been rubberstamping his wildly unqualified and/or unethical cabinet appointees.
He’s been incessantly whining and Tweeting to (erroneously) claim his Inaugural crowd was the biggest ever and that (nonexistent) voter fraud prevented him from winning the popular vote last November.
An interview with one of his toadies was akin to a tossed word salad, loaded with Orwellian doublespeak / meaningless verbiage (e.g. “alternative facts”).
He’s now gagged and muzzled EPA workers… prevented them from talking about the perils of climate change.
Last but not least, #45’s campaign promises coming true are dismantling All Things Obama, which IN THE END, will bulldoze and bury our civil liberties, civil society, fragile ecology and smartly regulated economy.
Well folks, just like humidity makes summertime intolerable to humans and makes each and every sweltering day seem to drag on and on and on… this political oppression is having a similar temporal effect.
Even though #45 has barely been in power for 5 days… it already seems like it’s been an unbearable 8 LONG YEARS!
Hmmm… it’s a damned shame that Constitutional term limitations cannot kick in along about now!
