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There is a place, way yonder

Where devils and demons meet

It’s white and filled with gold but

Oil runs the river deep,

Swaying to the rhythm                                                                                  pictures-manticore

of mendacious Manticorean needs


The diamonds shine and sparkle

From the depths of flagrant greed but

The man who dwells in higher places

Has a chimera that he feeds

It will strike and bite and mumble

when the midnight hour tweets

His apocalyptic horsemen ride

with lies and travesty

and the unholy force of empty


wrapped in the poseur’s penny creeds


You wanted this? Empty promises from

a naked emperor

and his sycophantic trumpeting heirs?

My people, oh my people

How humanity now weeps.


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“The Martikhora (Manticore) is an animal found in this country [India]. It has a face like a man’s, a skin red as cinnabar, and is as large as a lion. It has three rows of teeth, ears and light-blue eyes like those of a man; its tail is like that of a land scorpion, containing a sting more than a cubit long at the end. It has other stings on each side of its tail and one on the top of its head, like the scorpion, with which it inflicts a wound that is always fatal. If it is attacked from a distance, it sets up its tail in front and discharges its stings as if from a bow; if attacked from behind, it straightens it out and launches its stings in a direct line to the distance of a hundred feet. The wound inflicted is fatal to all animals except the elephant. The stings are about a foot long and about as thick as a small rush. The Martikhora [the Persian word for man-eater] is called in Greek Anthropophagos (Man-Eater), because, although it preys upon other animals, it kills and devours a greater number of human beings. It fights with both its claws and stings, which, according to Ktesias (Ctesias), grow again after they have been discharged. There is a great number of these animals in India, which are hunted and killed with spears or arrows by natives mounted on elephants.”

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Posted by on June 2, 2017 in poetry, POTUS, Trump, Uncategorized


On the Trumpiness of the Donald

I have frequently noticed the correlation between a person’s last name and their occupation.

This not unusual, for this is whence last names originated. What is more amusing, is the coincidence with the last name and the character of the person.

What does Trump mean?

Let’s look at the definition, taken from

“Definition of TRUMP

1a :  trumpet

b chiefly Scottish :  jew’s harp

2:  a sound of or as if of trumpeting <the trump of doom>

Origin of TRUMP

Middle English trompe, from Anglo-French trumpe, of Germanic origin; akin to Old High German trumba, trumpa trumpet

First Known Use: 14th century



Definition of TRUMP

1a :  a card of a suit any of whose cards will win over a card that is not of this suit —called also trump card
b :  the suit whose cards are trumps for a particular hand —often used in plural
2:  a decisive overriding factor or final resource —called also trump card
3:  a dependable and exemplary person”

Most of us know the meaning of “trump” from card games, but heck, did you see #3 in the list of definitions?
“A dependable and exemplary person”?!
These are his words:
“When do we beat Mexico at the border? They’re laughing at us, at our stupidity. And now they are beating us economically. They are not our friend, believe me. … When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending their best. They’re not sending you. They’re sending people that have lots of problems, and they’re bringing those problems with us. They are bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists. And some, I assume, are good people.”
Given his recent gaffe involving racist and derogatory remarks about Latinos, perhaps he should consider changing his name to one of the rhyming words, none of which are complimentary.
Donald, you’ve ruined it for yourself, your trumpeting Trumpiness has not triumphed.
I was really looking forward to more of the election circus, and I will really miss his big-foot-in-mouth disease.
Does watching the Republicans cringe count as a sport? Ach, what was I thinking. They don’t cringe, they just go to war.
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Posted by on June 29, 2015 in etymology, humor, politics, satire


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