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The Old Snake

By Thomas Davis

I’ve been considering the old snake lately.  You know, 
the one that got humanity thrown out of the Garden of Eden.
He, I wouldn’t call him an “it”,
convinced Eve that humans would become like God
if only they would eat of the fruit of knowledge.
When Eve ate, Adam followed,
and the two of them left the Garden feeling naked.

Our current old snake is rather pedestrian comparatively.
He believes he has been divinely blessed,
but God doesn’t really come into that.
What he seems to really want,
as he sort of said,
is for the world’s leaders to come and “kiss my ass.”

To achieve his goal,
he throws tariffs around like confetti
and then partially pulls them back,
crowing Victory! Victory!
while the leaders kowtow to him, buying time,
while they work behind his back
to reorder the world in a way
that benefits him and hurts the clown
that will always be a threat to him
as long as he’s able to spit poison
into the lives they have expected to live.

Snakes slither on the ground
while lifting their heads up in the air, of course,
so, our old snake doesn’t see what’s happening,
not really. He’s blessed.

In the meantime,
the richest country in the history of the world
faces the dystopian nightmare
our old snake has said we’re already living inside,
stoking grievance and division up as strongly as he can.
Those that have bitten into his apple
bless his blessedness,
and the rest of us keep looking around,
wondering how anyone can claim
the country’s strengths are a flaming mass of disaster
even as we are being overwhelmed by the disasters
the old snake is gleefully making.

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Putin’s Puppet Party (the PPP, used to be the GOP)

Thomas Davis

is on the roll of rolls.
I mean, tariffs are terrifying the world as Mr. Trump trumps his ego
with a paroxysm of actions that have Americans checking their wallets
and the rest of the world wondering who unlocked Pandora’s box this time.
But don’t worry,
Putin’s not worried.
Russia wasn’t hit with a single tariff.
After all, they haven’t signed on to the cease fire Mr. Trump said they’d sign,
and what’s happened?
The PPP has come out with excuses piled on excuses,
and the bombs have continued to blow up schools, hospitals, and power plants,
and Russian soldiers have continued to die
as they inch forward on Ukrainian soil,
and NATO is scared to death it’s collapsing
as Trump fumes about his allies and knows Putin is his best friend.

There was a time when the GOP was a stalwart against Communism.
The Red Menace was a plague that had to be stopped!
There was even a time when Dwight Eisenhower
stood as solid as a giant
and took on Facism worldwide and beat it
and then joined Churchill in decrying the evils of the Russian Empire.
I remember all that. Don’t you?
Eisenhower was once the President and the leader of the GOP.

But that’s old history now.
The PPP is in charge.
They have the majority in the Senate and the House of Representatives,
and Mr. Trump won a landslide by the skin of the skin of his teeth,
although he denies the latter part of that statement—
and don’t worry.
The stock market is collapsing,
a recession, or maybe stagflation, that strange beast, is around the corner,
and the entire world wonders what kind of new enemy has arisen in the west,
but the PPP is assuring us we can trust in Trump.
After all, Mr. Putin says we can.
I tell you, the PPP, even as it repeats endlessly strings of lies,
never leads anyone astray!

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If I were a behemoth

By Thomas Davis

I hope I wouldn’t thrash around
and destroy everything that got in my way
as I made my way through the environment
where I lived.

If I had brains,
I hope I wouldn’t use them like a weapon
to belittle and tear down
and claim my ideas are the only ideas
that mean anything at all.

Not long ago I admired Elon Musk.
I thought, wow!
What seventeen-year-old male
wouldn’t give his eye-teeth
to create an electric car company
that put the old car companies on
their heels and helped
fight global climate change?
Or build a rocket
that landed the rocket part
back on earth, tail-fires flaming?
Or try to really go to Mars,
I mean really go to Mars
in a space-faring rocket?

Unfortunately, some behemoths
are like those lizards, chameleons,
that use camouflage to fool predators,
or inconsequential people like me,
until suddenly they are so large and powerful
they can turn their money into hooks
that they spew out,
yanking everyone and everything
into their path so their ideas
become weapons that display
the power of their power
and their insatiable drive
to become the behemoths of behemoths
as their trumpeting shivers the universe.

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Recipe for Metamorphosis, Democracy to Dictatorship

By Thomas Davis

First, secure a charismatic character,
preferably a male who has lived a flawed life
seething with perceived slights and resentments.
Then have him attract two kinds of followers:
those who believe society has left them unfairly behind
and those who can imagine their support for such a leader
can help them gain power, wealth, or prestige.

After the charismatic leader secures followers
through outrageous statements and dramatic performative art,
enflame resentments against elites and their status quo,
laying claim to a mythological glorious past with glorious values
that only a Great Leader can magically bring back to life—
as Christ did with Lazarus.
Claim divine intervention in the Great Leader’s life,
proving beyond doubt that God is on the Great Leader’s side
as he crusades against society’s carnage brought about by elites,
even if they masquerade as common people,
that have gained benefits they clearly don’t deserve.

Then, have the Anointed One win His election
by making Him the only news worth covering by the press
as he attacks the press and paints them as part of the hated elite.
Let the Great Leader encourage his followers
to attack those not absolutely on his and their side
so that everyone begins to fear being the target of the Great Leader’s wrath.
Attack the integrity of elections,
claiming fraud where no fraud exists.
Eliminate voters from voting rolls in places where the vote might be negative.
And always, let the Great Leader be outrageous and bold
and filled with the glory of who He is and who He will be.

Then mix in rich oligarchs willing to fund
ugly campaigns against any opposition,
creating division among different populations of people whenever possible,
making good people afraid to step out in the line fire,
fearing to have reputations and lives damaged by lies advertised against them.
Enrich the supporting rich with government largesse beyond measure.
as power flows into the Great Leader’s glory.
Develop and implement policies that hurt
the stranger, the poor, the old, the handicapped, anyone
who his followers can see as lesser than themselves because of his actions.

Create a new Golden Age
brought to fruition by the Great Leader’s genius
as he thumps his chest and has his minions praise his glorious leadership
over and over again.

Celebrate dictators around the world and attack democracies as leeches
taking unfair advantage of a country that has benefited from their trade
and become the rich democracy it has become.
Get the public to recognize the glorious strength of strong men.

Accustom those who have always seen themselves as good people
to cruelty as immigrant children and families are deported,
starving children in famine areas die as aid that kept them alive is yanked away,
and families with the need for special programs spend nights crying
as they worry about whether they are going to lose benefits
and lose all as they face increased disability, illness, or some other devastation.

Let the Great Leader mock those who fought in the War to End All Wars
or the soldiers who protected the country
or became prisoners of war because they were fools
as he declares love for the military he attacks,
weakening the honor a country has for its independent military structure.
Then begin to erode the rights of the press and poets who write poems he doesn’t like
or artists who create art that anybody who is Great can see is ugly.
And always, create dramas that dominate the news
as He mocks those who report on or oppose his antics,
claiming He is the only one whose words count,
that the Great Leader who saves the country can break no law or tell no lie.

And as you are doing all of this,
use raw power to begin dismantling society’s norms and institutions,
creating norms and institutions in Your image,
claiming norms and institutions that created and maintained
peace and prosperity for seventy years has led to carnage and failure.

And after institutions and norms have been damaged beyond repair,
point out how terrible the previous leadership was to allow such failures
and blame them for every problem the Great Leader creates.
Surround the Great Leader with sycophants
as everyone must acknowledge the gloriousness of the Great Leader’s Glory.

Metamorphosis is complete:
Democracy is no longer needed. The Great, divine Leader is the country that serves him.

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