Cyber Insecurity...

 © December 17, 2020, the Griot Poet

This is a stickup.

FireEye,

SolarWinds,

Microsoft Windows,

The question is, who wasn’t hacked?

This attack was a Cyber Pearl Harbor,

That our prolific tweeter-in-chief has said NOTHING about,

 

They loaded the malware in March,

Cybersecurity and Infrastructure Security Agency's Einstein system wasn’t smart enough,

As we locked down for a once-in-a-century pandemic,

Civilization is disintegrating on social media,

As the clown prince of crime playing president,

Downplayed the nation’s infection severity,

Treasury, NASA, the DHS, the Pentagon, three states (including Austin, Texas), the CIA, Nuclear Security; Commerce et al.,

Putin’s puppet fired the Chief of cybersecurity, Chris Crebs, before the public attack: fired and rejected

Because he DID a good job protecting the 2020 election,

 

Bob Woodward’s tapes revealed his duplicity,

Knowing it was airborne in February,

Knowing it was in his words, “a killer,”

Calling it a hoax; publicly dismissive,

Demeaning mask wearers,

Before and after he became infected,

Infections and deaths in the US compound exponentially,

Holding super spreader events,

Purposely making a bad situation worse,

Yet, none dare call this treason?

 

The news that Putin recognized the electoral college victory,

Of Joseph R. Biden and Kamala Harris,

I would have preferred Elizabeth Warren or Bernie Sanders,

Before Moscow Mitch McConnell,

Before Rob Portman staging a kangaroo show trial,

Before Rand Paul says the quiet part out loud about the Georgia runoffs:

 

He doesn’t want those brown people voting in high numbers,

Or, at ALL,

 

Putin’s congrats came as news of the hack went public,

Denying his government’s GRU hacks,

Republicans aren’t acting like republicans: more like anti-democratic fascists.

 

1989:

Public Enemy spit the modern rhythmic rhyme “Fight the Power,”

Filmed by Spike Lee,

Remixed in 2020,

Reuniting Chuck D, Flavor Flav, DJ Lord, the S1Ws, Professor Griff, and young G’s Nas, Black Thought, Questlove, and Rapsody for such an hour,

Fascists advance

After electoral defeat ends their first presidential contest,

Gaslighting himself, he’s convinced his inner, more insane self he didn’t lose,

And, will refuse to leave the Oval Office,

January Twentieth at noon:

 

This is still a slow-moving coup,

Not only cybersecurity,

But lights, utilities: sewage,

Travel and commerce,

Sovereignty and democracy,

Pentagon planning and nuclear codes,

 

Back doors

Are the domain of burglars,

To either rob you,

Kill you,

Or, hold you ransom,

Trade you something you should already have,

A shakedown for your property and sovereignty,

Through deception and useful idiots, you might have lost: your security.