[Brian Allgar]

The previous thread was bursting at the seams, so I thought a new one might be called for.

A couple of comments:

After the Brexit fiasco, people said that for once, the UK was ahead in the Dumbness Olympics, but that America could still catch up.

They just won the Gold Medal.

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R.I.P. America.

Foul play is suspected. CCTV cameras show Debbie Wasserman Schultz and the entire Democratic Party leadership fleeing the scene of the crime.

[Roger Slater]

I'm not ready to be amused or to read the inevitable nasty gloating that one or two of our members will be unable to resist, so I won't be contributing humorous doggerel or reading this thread. Have at it, those who have the stomach for it.

[Brian Allgar]

I assure you, Bob, I'm not gloating. I'm devastated. The only way I can think of to cheer myself up is to make jokes - it's my way of dealing with catastrophes, whether domestic or global.

[Rob Stuart]

It is now incumbent upon this narcissistic man-child to make good on his ludicrous campaign promises, of course. I think he's in for a nasty shock when he discovers that running a country is actually quite difficult. I wonder how long he'll be able to last without either being impeached or collapsing under the weight of his own absurdity.

[Brian Allgar]

Originally Posted by Rob Stuart

It is now incumbent upon this narcissistic man-child to make good on his ludicrous campaign promises, of course. I think he's in for a nasty shock when he discovers that running a country is actually quite difficult. I wonder how long he'll be able to last without either being impeached or collapsing under the weight of his own absurdity.

Well, there are still a couple of court cases to be heard, one for fraud, and the other for raping a 13-year-old girl. The frightening thing, though, is that if Trump is disqualified, that would presumably mean President Pence - if anything, an even nastier piece of work than Trump.

[Erik Olson]

Originally Posted by Ann Drysdale

Erik, that's a terrific poem. It moved me very much.

I am trying to console myself with a hollow laugh at one of History's better (bitter?) ironies.

As over the soul of our nations
The swastika is unfurled
It did made me chuckle
That Angela Merkel
Is left to lead the Free World…

Thank you, Ann. I take consolation in that at least my immediate community is a liberal enclave, Portland is. As for nationally, all we can hope for now is for making the best of a bad bargain. I liked your poem, by the way, made me chuckle.

The referred to poem for everyone else:

America is over! Thank the mob
That likes a boorish, bigoted doorknob!
From every fiber of my being, I
Resent him in the street who'd like that guy.
Most never thought, their sad vocation school's
Busywork—an assembly line for fools;
Their Worldview turns reality TV,
Their mind is vegetative, dead to me.
Am I American? Well, from the core,
I never did despise a Nation more!

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[Erik Olson]

Aftershock: Morning After Election Results

For years, both Parties did neglect these folks,
Like butt-ends of the system's Inside-Jokes.
One means to say who now says he is "stunned":
His bubble burst from multitudes it shunned.
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[Nigel Mace]

A Last Recessional

He said “Beautiful!”,
“Beautiful” framed his lies,
‘Thousand suns’, when we saw him,
Like clouds, dimmed our skies.

He pledged we’d be “beautiful”
“Beautiful” if he won,
Yet his dreams silenced springtime,
Climate change done.

Why didn’t folks 'get it'
What, so clearly, we saw?
Those that longed for him,
And others hated, so completely,
Were a fat, ginger, catspaw.

Aah, but he said, “Beautiful” –
Knowing not, that he cared
Not a fig for our futures,
The world that we’d shared.

Now it's all over
Radiation lingers on,
The nightmare keeps returning
Now that he's gone.

Was it so “Beautiful! Beautiful!”
“Beautiful!” to be conned?

(With apologies to Cleo Lane
xxxand Rudyard Kipling.)

[Erik Olson]

Election Results Err Live On CNN

To shock the tribe of Pollsters and Predictors,
The Trump and Pence camp somehow proved the victors.
Blitzer turned to his experts, but in vain:
No glossy graphs, no pundits could explain
How she could save us from the brink of doom,
Nor could resuscitate the blue newsroom;
Not even John King with his Board of Magic
Could flip the numbers and make fate less tragic.
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[Mark McDonnell]

Friends Reunite In Time For The Apocalypse

I met them after many years
and soon the evening's many beers
had brought back something of the old
delightful, dirty folderol.
And some would laugh and seem to revel
in the game of luck, the devil's
own they had. And some would think
and feel beneath the tattoo's ink,
remember when we weren't so cowed
by history's cosh, back when the crowd
seemed thrillingly directionless.
Not like now. Now the mess
we've made together in this game
sweeps us all along the same
dark path as all the other fools
we've known and met in jobs and schools,
all heading to the boneyard singing --
tying knots in ropes for swinging.
Faith is gone and rightly too:
we knelt for nothing on the pew
and those whose faith is strongest now
will kill you for their sacred vow.
Now horsemen three ride into view
awaiting one long overdue.
Still, let's be grateful; such a laugh
we've had along the primrose path.
Such biting wit at their expense:
Putin, Nigel, Trump (and Pence?)
Such jokes and tweets and comic memes
(such innocence of bygone dreams.)
We never thought the end of days
would be such fun! So let us praise
the gaudy con man 'cross the shore;
his friend our gurning, blazered bore;
the shirtless bullet-head riding tall;
these fuckers just might kill us all.
But after all it could be worse:
my evening taxi ride -- a hearse.