Monday, 27 October 2025

The New Declaration of Independence: From Trump

 


The 250th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence is fast approaching. The present  state of the USA demands a new declaration -- against Trump and Trumpism. The original declaration of 1776 blamed George III for the conflict. Much if not most of the blame lay with the British Parliament, but focusing on the king made the argument for independence simple: the people versus a tyrant. The argument is much stronger today than in 1776, because Trump, unlike George III, truly is a tyrant. So let's KISS again. 

The original Declaration of Independence, in the part few read today, listed a long series of "repeated injuries and usurpations" designed to establish "an absolute Tyranny over these States." 

The New Declaration of Independence from Trump should contain a similar list of the injuries and usurpations he and his toadies have inflicted on the USA. I propose something like the following:

He has repeatedly violated the Constitution and the laws, and corrupted the legal system.

He is destroying the fabric of American institutions designed to advance education, health, and the general welfare. 

He has attacked and is attacking freedom of speech, the press, and assembly. 

He has violated the norms of diplomacy and human rights, killing and arresting people without evidence of any crime. 

He has made enemies of traditional allies and friends of the USA.

He is destroying one of the strongest economies on earth.

He has repeatedly violated the norms of human morality.

He has brought the USA into global contempt.

He has praised and assisted the enemies of human freedom, decency, and democracy.

He is a felon guilty of bribery, rape, pedophilia, tax evasion, extortion, and other crimes. 

He is a six times bankrupt who has repeatedly failed to pay his creditors.

He golfs on the taxpayers' money while the country burns.

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A Poetic Piss-Potpourri: In Honor of Donald Trump


At least one vile crime a day,

Keeps the Epstein Files at bay.

But even more will keep them away,

What will it be today? 


How can I win again today,

And kick the Epstein Hoax away?

Invading Venezuela's the way,

To make a Big and Beautiful Day.

I broke the law again this day,

Blew the constitution clean away,

Congress no longer has a say,

Amerika is mine with which to play.


Uptown, Downtown, 

All around Epstein,

A tisket a tasket, 

Trump's in a basket.

All fall down!

If he doesn't go to jail, 

He will damn sure go to Hail.


Trumpy Dumpy! Oh so Lumpy,

How does your garden grow?

With racists and rapists, 

And a FAT ORANGE PEDO. 

Lined up in a felonious row.


Don and Mel went up the Hill,

To fetch a crooked Congress.

Don fell down and lost his Crown, 

And Mel came tumbling on her ass.


I see no reason 

Why Trumpist treason 

Should ever be forgot.

Un-for-tun-ate-ly

Congress lost the plot.


Trumpstein Bridge is falling down, 

Falling down, falling down,

Trumpstein Bridge is falling down, 

My Dear Ladies, 

No Trumps! No Trumps!


I introduce Vice Charlatan Vance,

Who decided to take a big chance.

He married a liar named Shitler,

Who once he had called Herr Hitler,

What a wonderful MAGA Bromance! 


Great Fatsby achieves a new low,

Whenever he puts on a show,

At His Christofascist bordello,

That pile he calls Mar a Lago,

A gold and turdish farrago.


There once was a prince name of Andy,

Who reputedly leaned towards randy.

Prince Andy fell down, 

And off went his crown,

Isn't this story just dandy?


Hey kids! come along to Mr. Trumps’ Neighborhood

You bet you should, and I promise I’ll be good.

My friends Jeff and Ghislaine will make you free.

We’ll have such fun at Epstein Island By the Sea.


Zionists and Nazis, you're the same, 

There's simply no one else to blame. 

You kill and starve all ages, sexes, 

And joyfully you love to vex us.

A cursed bunch of poor pretenders, 

You talk as if you're our defenders.

Carrying out the will of God,

While stealing other people's sod. 

Off


THE BALLAD OF WHISKEY PETE


Gridley, you may fire when ready,

God man, why's your hand unsteady?

Fire the missiles, Pete's ordered it!

I must tell Hegseth they've been hit.  


But Admiral, can't you see?

They're only fishing boats to lee;

We'll blow them all to smitheries, 

Just as we did at Wounded Knee.


Gridley, dammit, move aside,

Such cowardice I can't abide.

Killing drug lords is our job,

So missiles at them we must lob.


I'll press the button and send

Them on their way to wend.

Watch them blaze across our bow, 

That's it -- the battle's over now.


Oh, damn, some are still alive!

Pete said no one should survive,

Another salvo'll do the trick,

Send them down to bad Old Nick.


Our God FOTUS will be clapping,

Lots of backs he'll be slapping,

Put some lefties in the pen,

Gridley, America's Great Again.


Look! Up in the sky! 

Is it a bird? 

Is it a plane?

No, its Super-King!

He's just the thing!

Come to save us

From evil lefties.

Oh, shit!  


Behold! The Epstein Files,

Chock full of pedophiles.

What rhymes with Orange?

It used to be Brown.

Today, it's black.

12/19/2025



Chicago, Blues Brothers Town,

Where ICE will be a'goin' down.

Chicago, City of Broad Shoulders, 

Will not welcome rebel soldiers.

Chicago, Noble Windy City,

Will crush Orange Turd the Shitty.

Chicago, Chicago, Toddling Town,

Will in its river fascists drown.


The Epstein Hoax is such a Joke!

Says Agent Trump a'snortin' Coke,

I know the truth believe you me,

Ask Madame Maxwell, yes siree, 

At Epstein Island by the Sea.

The FBI hired me to show, 

That Epstein ran a bordello.   


I love tariffs, they're so good for me, 

Slap them on all countries, they are my enemy.

Tariffs with my coffee, tariffs with my tea,

Send me golden trinkets to match my golden pee, 

I love to threaten tariffs when I am on TV. 



I like my women on the younger side,

12 to 17 I can abide.

Epstein stole the best from me,

But still I had a bigly spree,

At Epstein Island by the sea.


There once was a FOTUS most arrogant

Who spewed nonsense incredibly arrant

His mind is quite broken 

His knowledge mere token

And his brain like a wrinkled currant.  


This fellow named Trump is quite comical

With words he is not economical

They flow from his rump 

Like a fast-flowing dump

What a marvel he is anatomical.


God has sent us a wonderful gift
To save us all from devilish drift
He may be a rapist,
A crook, and a racist
But God knows we're not very swift.
(Thanks to Trumpgelicals for inspiring this poem)


Trump's a fascist his critics declare.

Trump says my MAGATS don't care.

In fact, they quite like it.

No way shall I drop it,

When my fascism they all share.


There once was a FOTUS named Trump
Who called the White House a dump.
"There's no golden potty
It's driving me dotty
I guess I will just have a hump."


Trump wanted to buy Greenland I've heard.
Denmark said, "that's completely absurd."
His deal thus upended, 
Herr Trump was offended, 
And acted once more like a turd.




TAX REVOLT: Don't Put Your Money Where Trump Is


On the18th of April in ‘75

Hardly a tax was then alive.

A tiny British tax on tea

And Patriots made the British flee.

 

Today Americans meekly send,

Tax money for the rich to spend.

Loopholes and subsidies do the job,

The rich need not the people rob.

 

Your money does much godly work,

It pays for bombs and missiles, jerk.

Destroying Gaza is a worthy job,

And turning fishermen into blobs.


What about health care? you might ask.

Take a swig from yon whisky flask. 

Health care's not for the likes of you,

For Congress yes, for sure that's true.


You have "insurance" for a bigly fee,

Congress get their health care free.

Education? That's for nerds,

MAGAts have no need for words.


Alas! Do not in misery wallow,

Bread and football you may swallow.

Let’s drink a toast to celebrate,

Though Miller and Bud is all we rate.


Champagne and yachts belong to others,

Even though we all are brothers.

Someday their dough will trickle down,

And we can all then go to town.

 

With abject apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow






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