Haiku #95: Correspondents' Dinner Sans Guest of Honor

Trump skips fun dinner

Too thin-skinned to take a joke;

Bullies dish, can't take.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/style/the-night-donald-trump-failed-to-break-the-white-house-correspondents-dinner/2017/04/30/02a10172-2d23-11e7-be51-b3fc6ff7faee_story.html

Haiku #94: The Great Divider

Trump's Harrisburg speech: 

Us v. Them Mentality...

Fresh wounds never heal.

Haiku #93: What Gives, Man?

Wait...hundred days, but

Only ninety-three haikus???

So much injustice!

 

Haiku #92: #First100Days

Yay! 100 days!

Fake, artificial checkpoint;
Still...been pure chaos.

Haiku #91: Brothas from Anotha Motha?

In some universe
Kim Jong-un and Trump are buds;
Insecure alphas.

Haiku #90: You Can Take the Bully Outta Manhattan...

Yo, @RealDonaldTrump --

You's gots to work WITH Congress;

Strong-arming's futile.

 

Haiku #89: Insecurity Breeds Perception Obsession

Trump's occupations:

Optics and corporations;

Not on list: People.

http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/politics/2017/04/donald_trump_s_defining_trait_his_insecurity.html

 

Haiku #88: Tax Breaks for Companies, Not Joe 6-Pack

Yay, hypocrisy! 

Tax-cutting deficit hawks;

And...rich get richer.

Haiku #87: Can't We (/You) All Just Get Along?

Repubs have the reins
Shutdown looms over...a wall?!
Self-imposed drama.

Haiku #86: It's Only the World at Stake

Donald Scatterbrain;

Rambling AP interview...

Please, PLEASE get more sleep.

Haiku #85: Siyahamba

Breathe. Siyahmba.

We march in the light of God

Our friends: Love and truth. 

Haiku #84: For Our Mother & Our Kids

We march with gusto --

For science, for facts, for earth;

For our littlest ones.

Haiku #83: Faux News Had O'Nough

O'Reilly gets canned

The lesson: Don't be a jerk.

When will Trump's day come?

 

Haiku #82: Easter Week

Christians who want to

Deport, bomb, and hate -- please ask:
What Would Jesus Do?

Haiku #81: Divided We Fall

Exploit the fissures --

Love of self before country --

So cynical. Sad!

 

Haiku #80: On the Same Team

On this Good Friday,

Hug it out; what unites us

More than what divides.

 

Haiku #79: We Know, We Know: You're a Tough Guy

Commander in Chief --

Scariest part of Prez Trump --

"Doctrine": Bomb away.

 

Donald at the Bat

Donald at the Bat

Adapted (i.e., 'find and replace') from Ernest Thayer's classic

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville Nine that day;
the score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
a sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
they thought, if only Donald could get but a whack at that –
they'd put up even money, now, with Donald at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Donald, as did also Jimmy Blake,
and the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake,
so upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
for there seemed but little chance of Donald's getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
and Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
and when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
there was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
it rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
it knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
for Donald, mighty Donald, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Donald's manner as he stepped into his place;
there was pride in Donald's bearing and a smile on Donald's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
no stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Donald at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
defiance gleamed in Donald's eye, a sneer curled Donald's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
and Donald stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped--
"That ain't my style," said Donald. "Strike one," the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;
and it's likely they'd have killed him had not Donald raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Donald's visage shone;
he stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
he signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
but Donald still ignored it, and the umpire said: "Strike two."

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
but one scornful look from Donald and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
and they knew that Donald wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Donald's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
he pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
and now the air is shattered by the force of Donald's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
the band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
and somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
but there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Donald has struck out.

 

Haiku #78: Avoiding Our Trumpian Reality

Binging on S-Town

Temporary Distraction

Reality calls.

Haiku #77: The Interconnectedness of Micro- & Macro-Aggressions

Poor form, United...

Toxic cultural climate --

This is what happens.

Haiku #76: Entanglements & Broken Promises

Trump Doctrine, you say?

Finger to the Wind, then bomb...

America First!

Haiku #75: A Plausible Theory

Did Trump strike Assad--

Putin's pal--to pretend he's

Not Russia's puppet?

 

Haiku #74: The Disappearing Center

And then there were nine

Politics played with SCOTUS;

Moderates extinct.

 

Haiku #73: Battles at Home and Abroad

Bannon-Kushner feud;

Frenzied media -- who cares?

Real war: Syria.

Haiku #72: Politics at Its Worst

Schumer got his wish

And...filibuster busted;

Dems may rue the day!

Haiku #71: A Classic Bush Move

Power-grab through fear?

Syria, North Korea;

Question and #Resist.

Haiku #70: It's All About Optics

Wait, what? Trumpcare, still??

Why'd they tell us it was done?

Simple goal: Save face.

Haiku #69: Filibuster Busted?

Note to Senate Dems:

Garland's done; get over it!

Focus on long game.