Once Again, Circa Four More Years, The American Hopelessness

So Once again---it's on like days long gone but fresh to the memory raw.

America: it was land of the brave, home of the free---till creaky, rat infested ships made it's shore and lice borne, scurvy maddened, petty tyrannical minds breathed it's freshness and with sticky fingers and beady eye glee stole it clean.

So once again it's on like the song vote for me and I'll set you free.  Then the vote was stolen as it once was in Florida and the song blown naked in the air resurrecting "Southern Trees Bear Strange Fruit" gatherings of Tea Partiers damning Lincoln's legacy reposed in the Oval office.

And the sounds once again were made---from the braying donkey to the trumpeting elephant: it was foul, it was fair rang clear and hollow and the silence of the lands hopelessness was the loudest of them all---as eyes that hear, heard it all and insisted their ears had seen it all so what was the use.

So again, like days long gone but fresh to the memory raw instead of settling of accounts the land was abundant with it's forgiveness and understanding.  A forgiveness and understanding never given it when it's sons and daughters stand in the pale of those three strikes you are out,  no parole and mandatory and truth in sentencing laws.

And once again it's on---to feel the sting of the lash and guttural "get back, stay in your place" of the beady eyed smirk cunningly watching to see how well and true you understand that it's the Reagan-Democrat collaborationist, the delusional Independent, the  imbecilic Tea Partiers we will have to get gone if the land is to realize---by your abilities to the limitations of your expectations.

So once again---it's on like days gone but fresh to the memory raw circa four more years the American hopelessness.

By Apropos