Joseph Robinette Biden Junior

rew4er2nail

The last prescient perspicacious politician,

who presided at the White House

ran out of office despite victorious landslide win
most Democrats gave their signed,

sealed, and delivered grudging approval,

but could not stem the crowdsourced

riptide of repudiation, a buzzfeeding,

and deafening chorus

of dyed in the wool rambunctious raconteur

Norwegian bachelor farmers

linkedin to radical reprobates,
hence subsequently our boy

from Scranton, Pennsylvania

found himself exiled to Uranus.


Tis now the time for
Forty sixth American president
to best relinquish figurative reins
as commander in chief
cognitive delays erupt frequently
fostering speculation

as to his wherewithal to serve
as oldest commander in chief
(since inception of North American republic)
being an octogenarian
launching a second administration,
I strongly encourage him
to harken back


circa nearly two hundred

and fifty years ago,
when founding fathers

took the global stage
surrendering mantle to Young Turk
such tapping qualified
representative of Generation X
Millennials or Generation
failing to forget at two score and four
constitutes average age of Founding Fathers
some less than 40 years ol in 1776
with several qualifying as founding teenagers
and twentysomethings.

Young Caucasian men all
most of the Founding Fathers genealogy
traced back thru English ancestry
many could attest family roots
extending across various regions
of the British Isles, including Scotland
Wales, and Ireland.

Fraternization among the wealthiest people
in the Colonies when they drafted
and signed the Constitution,
they pretty much expected vested gentry
to continue to guide the young nation.

None of the storied lives
of the newly formed patriarchal government
predicated upon The Articles of Confederation,
prepared by John Dickinson,
and the Declaration of Independence,
drafted by Thomas Jefferson,
both contain the phrase
"United States of America,"
which name officially adopted
by the second Continental Congress
on September 9, 1776.

Hard fought pitched battles would ensue
(and still spark fiery protestations)
eventually securing enfranchisement
for sidelined populations meaning
White Anglo Saxon Protestant men
no longer the exclusive voting bloc...

Unless das auld Don brooks

no Barron naked lady,
and by hook or by crook wins carpe momentum
snags, nabs, clinches, et cetera
courtesy political landscape gerrymandered
to twerk a Republican landslide,
⁦Tuesday, November 5, 2024⁩
choice for forty seventh commander in chief
(the 60th quadrennial presidential election)
securing the mantle of führer -
taking a page from Mein Kampf playbook.

Welcome to triumphant Trump land,
a webbed wide world demanding fidelity
courtesy his totalitarian crushing paws
wielding ineradicable, indestructible,
incontrovertible beastial domination,
whereat trampling colossal pachyderm
crushing into pulp
competitors, (especially contenders
braying, fearing, and opposing Donkeyhotey)
on the playing (né killing) bloody fields
little absolute zero vestige of democracy.

Existential nihilism of mine
would get ratcheted to the max,
cuz autocracy will punish as a crime
any nonestablishmentarian characteristics
diametrically divergent

from the credo declaring
fealty to the national socialism

(a form of nationalism
with socialist characteristics
sometimes referred to as nationalist socialism -


paving thee way for Nazism,
a form of German nationalism
and fascism promoted in Germany
by the Nazi Party de rigueur paradigm
guaranteeing for life self declared dictator
and his iron maiden,
who will hastily usher legislation
decreeing unquestionable obeisance
to the prophet (profit) of money
the twin principles


(with a twenty first century
twist and shout) eminent domain
and manifest destiny,
particularly within the realm
describing the outer limits
of the solar system, where dark shadows
witness colonization of the Earth's moon,
and other planets'

promising natural satellites.

Where yours truly predice dystopia

the cut throat machiavellian methodologies,

he (who luxuriates in the role of tyrant)
and his cronies will bleed the electorate dry

proving the maxim

you can't get blood out of a stone

totally false, and fueling, jump/

kickstarting, and orchestrating

(videre licet burning fossil fuels

at the expense of Gaia)
foisting horrendous impetus

on third rock from the sun

maximum destruction the name of the game

far from whatever loss of life and limb

concerning rendering extinct

multitudinous genus and species

constituting the biosphere.


Fast forward bajillion years
Terra Mater Prada raiment she wears.

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2024 07:33
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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  • Parisab

    Good one, check out my Old Men of Steele even worse than expected



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