Unmasked...

101.5 KNUE

 © 16 September 2020, the Griot Poet

Wearing masks doesn’t appear in the US Constitution,

Neither does “no shirt, no shoes: NO SERVICE.”

 

It was a small step from anti-vaxxers,

To anti-maskers,

The same tinfoil hats,

That think the earth is flat,

 

Instead of metal insulation,

The mark of the beast,

Upon their heads

Is red with the stencil letters: MAGA,

 

Ironically manufactured in China,

Not a preponderance of Melanin,

But Carotene is close enough!

 

The same follower

Blew cigarette smoke at my mask

Because he knows his embers will whiff past

That had a positive message:

“We’re all in this together.”

 

Quoting Eugene Gu, MD on Twitter:

“To achieve a herd immunity of 60%, around 200 million Americans need to catch the coronavirus, and 3 million Americans need to die. Herd mentality believes this all needs to happen because it is too hard to wear a mask, stay 6 feet away from others, and listen to scientists.”

 

Whether my red hat

Friend is on Twitter,

His attitude and demeanor figure

Into the demographic

Launched 40 years ago by The Gipper

In Philadelphia, Mississippi.

 

Not sure where it is?

It was the site

Of the KKK murders

Of Goodman, Cheney, and Schwerner,

Two Jewish Americans and a Black Man

Executed for the audacity

Of registering minorities

For the voting franchise,

 

The “wink and nod.”

Gave cover to Dixiecrats

To become Reagan Democrats,

They are the grandparents

 

Of the same human bile

Showing up with guns at faux “free the state” rallies,

Who are climate change and science deniers,

That think systemic racism doesn’t exist,

Except for uneducated, white “Christians.”

Who’s great lament

Is, they couldn’t practice,

Their bigotry openly,

“Make America ‘great’ again,”

Until they raised

A graven Orange image

In a demographic desert,

 

Helped by the same corporate forces,

Attacking science, arts, and education,

That muddied the dangers,

Of smoking, environment, segregation,

And climate change: for-profit,

Propping up false prophets,

Russian demons,

And rambling, Twitter beasts,

 

Without intention,

My red hat friend’s cigarette smoke,

Into my mask,

Unknown to him, unmasked is the real source of his consternation!

Panic...

 © 13 September 2020, the Griot Poet

The Orange maniac,

Screaming about caravans

Of brown immigrants fleeing drug cartels

And corrupt governments

Propped up by moribund

U.S. policies;

 

ANTIFA, which means,

All together now: ANTI-fascist!

The stock market crashes if he loses,

The end of white Levittown suburbia,

Invaded by the scary brown people,

Led by the Rhodes Scholar Senator

Cory Booker (did you notice, he’s black?),

 

Is now saying

After Bob Woodward’s revelations,

After 19 hours of interviews,

That HE solicited,

He lied,

Knowing full well the severity,

Of the pandemic,

Because he didn’t want to cause a panic!

 

If We the People,

Are personified by

The Statue of Liberty,

We are in an abusive relationship,

With a malevolent narcissist,

Subjecting the nation to PTSD,

 

There IS no bottom,

For a soul that has never known poetry,

Humor, laughter, song, or camaraderie,

The only thing pleasing such a cosmic black hole is cruelty,

 

Spaghettifying

Into oblivion,

Anyone and anything

Coming in proximity

Of his event horizon,

Manafort, Flynn, Stone, Cohen,

Et al. found guilty and prosecuted,

 

Putin’s orders to his puppet:

Due to exponential investment

In the military-industrial complex,

Warned on Ike’s farewell address,

Spending has never relented,

The U.S. is greater militarily than 12 nations combined,

It’s in Putin’s interest to weaken us from within,

We can’t fight, vote, or win if we’re sick, fighting each other, or dying,

 

This pandemic is a 100-year event,

Not designed in a Wuhan lab,

The catastrophe maliciously nabbed,

But the results of malignant capitalism and hubris,

And a master KGB spy,

Throwing a Hail Mary,

In 2016,

At a piss-stained, “useful idiot,”

That really had NO intention of winning,

 

His former consigliere Michael Cohen said it was a “branding strategy,”

For another self-named ziggurat vanity,

He had no second-term agenda for Sean Hannity’s,

Softball question,

Since he didn’t have any for the first one,

 

Just Tweeting,

Lying 20,000+ times,

As people are dying,

Of Coronavirus, depression, and suicide,

Separated from humanity,

Parents suddenly appreciating teachers,

Hungover by Zoom meetings,

Taking un-readout calls from a Master Manipulator from the KGB,

 

He lied,

Knowing full well the severity,

Of the pandemic,

Because he didn’t want to cause a panic!

Systemic...

 © 10 September 2020, the Griot Poet

“You really drank the Kool-Aid,”

 

Should forever preface,

The logical fallacy,

Of asking a White Anglo-Saxon Protestant

About his birthright privilege,

Laced Kool-Aid offered

By another cult leader, Jim Jones in Guyana,

To his follower’s abrupt departure to Nirvana,

 

He’s used to his privilege like oxygen,

And, couldn’t see living without it,

 

Packed with Pringle’s, Bill Barr,

Sat on his stuffed, comfortable ass

Snide as ever, flippant and crass,

Lying to Wolf Blitzer on CNN,

Captain of his own version of “jackbooted thugs,”

Can afford to answer so smug,

Since his headmaster pedophilic father,

Never had to give him “The Talk.”

Growing up in East Manhattan,

 

What do you expect,

From a criminal president,

That said:

“I could shoot someone on Fifth Avenue,” and get away with it,

 

Getting away is something he’s done,

For 1,330 days since

“American carnage” inauguration,

That turned out to be

Both projection and promise,

Seven months into a once in a century pandemic,

 

Forget about his taxes:

I want the readout of his,

Sixteen conversions with Vladimir Putin,

From January 2020 to the present,

That Orange Satan said “wasn’t our business,”

 

Apocalypse means “revealing,”

Coronavirus has stripped the veneer,

Away from our long-held myths,

California, Colorado, Nevada, Oregon, and Washington are burning,

Thinking climate change is solved by raking,

The “exceptional” nation,

Can give no quarter between,

Democracy and fascism,

 

The nation cannot be “Christian,”

Nor have a First Amendment,

Where the people can redress their government for its grievances,

And enable such cruelty,

As seen in city streets,

By ambiguous, unidentifiable paramilitaries,

You’re treating the citizenry,

As if we were enemies,

 

“No man is an island,

entire of itself;

every man is a piece of the continent,

a part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less,

as well as if a promontory were.

as well as if a manor of thy friend’s

or of thine own were.

Any man’s death diminishes me,

because I am involved in mankind;

and therefore, never send to know for whom the bell tolls;

it tolls for thee.”

 

John Donne’s Meditation 17,

Speaks to this moment for me,

We are our sisters and brothers’ keepers,

Every single being IS essential!

Nihilistic Narcissist...

 

© 9 September 2020, the Griot Poet

We are unique in western civilization,

We have the highest Coronavirus infection rates and fatalities of any nation,

Sturgis biker and sardine-packed, non-social-distanced political rallies,

 

Now: A slap in the national face,

To all that occupied his self-aggrandizing spaces:

He knew how deadly this pandemic,

Would be

From Bob Woodward,

In February:

He just didn’t give a shit.

 

He is a nihilistic narcissist:

It’s all about him and no one else,

His pathological lies caused multiple deaths,

He’s UNFIT for this office,

“He failed to do his job: ON PURPOSE!”

“I wanted to always play it down,”

This Gotham Joker clown,

Has sealed our fate,

Costing 190,000+ lives,

9.6 times the influenza rate,

Gaslighting to cover his incompetence,

 

Conmen are optimistic pessimists,

Confident that they can dupe the mark with vacuous, superficial charm,

Once the mark falls for the con,

The criminal loses ALL respect,

“Suckers and losers” his epithets,

To soldiers, sailors, airmen and governments,

 

He didn’t MEAN to win it,

According to his consigliere,

This was marketing, reality TV bullshit,

To build a modern Babylon Ziggurat,

A graven-image tower in Moscow,

 

Awakening from the dream,

Of devotion to a cult regime,

Michael Cohen,

Through his father,

Was reminded of European pogroms,

That brought his Jewish family

To these shores,

 

He learned to find what he did abhorrent,

For “Individual One,”

He traded his Jim Jones, Guyana estrangement,

For department of corrections containment,

 

He made arrangements,

For clandestine payments,

To Karen McDougal,

And Stormy Daniels,

Not because of embarrassment,

But because of he and Melania’s

Prenuptial arrangements,

 

She raked him over hot coals,

For his sexual peccadilloes,

Six months, successfully renegotiating,

Boomeranging back,

His own criminality,

 

Betrayal results in loveless marriages,

Pragmatically separated,

Living with her parents and Barron

In Maryland,

 

She was his affair on Marla Maples,

Who had been his affair on Ivana,

He lives in government housing,

Has three baby mammas,

Raw dogs

Playboy bunnies and adult film stars,

Has a plethora of criminal charges:

And has the GALL to call the black community Ghetto?

 

He is a nihilistic narcissist:

A leader who doesn’t give a flip,

About the culture war fires he lights,

Pouring kerosene on the fires,

A political pyromaniac,

 

“Better to rule in Hell, than serve in Heaven,”

John Milton’s,

Psychoanalysis of Satan,

Points a malignant narcissist,

That would rather his golden gilded, toilet throne,

Be set atop a former nation’s dung heap, now smoldering ruin.

Rage...

 

© 9 September 2020, the Griot Poet

The New York Times, from the tape:

“This is deadly stuff,” Mr. Trump told Mr. Woodward, on Feb. 7 in one of a series of interviews he conducted with the president for his upcoming book, “Rage.” The Washington Post and CNN were given advance copies of the book and published details on Wednesday.

 

“Rage” is precisely what I feel!

William Barr bastardized the former Justice Department,

His father

Wrote a pedophilic novel,

About old men having sex with 14-year-old teenagers,

As an unprincipled, principal

Hired an unlicensed, un-degree-ed, unqualified Jeffery Epstein,

To teach math and physics at the elite Dalton High School in Upper East Side Manhattan,

Began his decades-long rampage,

In broken lives and human trafficking,

 

When Orange Satan

Tried to cop more than a feel,

In an attempted department store rape,

In midtown Manhattan,

From E. Jean Carroll,

In a defamation lawsuit,

Where Satan called the maiden,

What he is: liar incarnate,

In his latest projection deflection,

Of his Seven Deadly Sins under the sun,

On others

While he breaks EVERY single one!

 

We are protecting a septuagenarian racist,

Unrepentant

Serial rapist,

Unprecedented,

Pathological liar,

And Coronavirus mass murderer,

Guilty of crimes against humanity,

190,000 plus lives

And counting has been erased,

Needlessly!

 

Every objection by council,

Should be thwarted,

With this, and I’m sure many other recordings,

Of his own specious riff,

On the truth, and clumsy embellishments,

 

EVERY public statement,

He’s tweeted or made,

Should be documented,

For a tribunal trial

At the Hague,

 

Then after trial and conviction,

An appropriate prison,

Prepared for him,

On Guantanamo Base,

Indefinite imprisonment,

Without Twitter, or Internet access,

 

A special entry

In the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual

On Mental Disorders,

A new category,

Of psychological malady,

NIX any presidential library,

That would be filled with utter malarkey,

 

“Damnatio Memoriae”:

Condemnation of memory,

In this horrific aftermath,

Is this absolute monster’s only fitting epitaph!

Benedict Arnold...

 © 6 September 2020, the Griot Poet

Judas Iscariot has taken residence,

At 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue,

The price of the nation’s crucifixion,

Is still 30 pieces of silver,

With no appreciation, or return of investment,

 

The Constitution has been held together for 232 years,

By spit, glue, good intentions, and duct tape,

 

The Russian state,

Has probed us since detonation,

Of “Little Boy” and “Fat Man” over Hiroshima and Nagasaki,

 

Despite the conspicuous silence,

Of science publications at the time on the subject of nuclear fission,

 

Russian physicist Georgy Flyorov suspected,

Allied powers secretly had been developing a “superweapon,”

 

Stalin ordered an aggressive pursuit of their own Kali goddess object,

With purloined intelligence about,

The German Heidelberg Device and the American Manhattan Project,

As well as rounded up Nazi scientists,

 

August 29, 1949

In Semipalatinsk, Kazakhstan

Their analogy to “Fat Man.”

Was aptly named “First Lightning,”

The flash beginning of the Cold War,

 

OSS became CIA two years before,

In the 1947 National Security Act,

That also formed the US Air Force,

Just in time to destabilize democratically-elected Mohammad Mosaddegh

For British Petroleum, fascist excesses

In 1953 Iran,

The first domino destabilizing the Near East,

 

Former reluctant allies against the Nazis,

Now in a “great game on a grand chessboard,”

Where Checkmate leaves no victors,

 

Point, counterpoint; surveillance,

White supremacy teaching themselves Russian, or English,

Infiltrating each other’s populations,

Which they purposely keep quaking under desks

In unrealistic nuclear survival drill tests,

Fomenting tribalism and division,

While the 1%, Politburo, Russian oligarchs,

Goes laughing to their respective banks,

 

They offshore their monies to each OTHERS shores,

Americans to Eurasia, Russians to

Failure real estate malignant narcissist agents,

Playing pretend billionaires in New York on The Apprentice,

 

COINTELPRO,

Was an illegal FBI surveillance,

Of civil rights organizations,

The government feared Soviet infiltration,

A ruse likely orchestrated,

By Russian KGB agents,

Manipulating,

Our racism, tribalism, and inner schisms,

 

Like Hitler: their puppet was seen as a joke,

Five draft deferments and six bankruptcies of note,

The Apprentice showrunners had to rent,

New furniture to communicate the illusion of success,

 

The Master KGB agent has successfully,

Bent “useful idiots” to his devious will,

The United States and NATO,

In his political domino calculus have to fall,

 

In their wake,

Will be countries led by “Strongmen” sociopaths,

Reporting in

To Vladimir Illyich Putin,

Owing like Russian oligarchs: their riches to HIM,

 

Orange Satan aspires to be,

The group he loathes real billionaires he secretly admirers,

 

The master spy has cultivated him,

Since 1987 when,

The weight of his losses could not be gaslighted, even by him,

 

This is his last opportunity,

To ascend to the ranks of the actual wealthy,

 

What price is a man’s soul?

 

What does it matter if there, instead of love, and empathy is an empty, black hole?

Post Hoc Ergo Propter Hoc...

 © 4 September 2020, the Griot Poet

The 2008 presidential election was the youngest and most diverse in Pew Research history,

 

Many of that electorate,

Cast their vote for president,

For the first time ever,

Because of an Octavia Butler inspired Earth Seed vision: Hope and Change,

 

It was a mystery,

That previously,

Politicians and pundits hailed,

The magical thinking moment,

As a “post-racial society,”

 

See? We’re not racist,

White supremacy is a unicorn: it does not exist,

Your pine for reparations

And “40 acres and a mule.”

Is based on myth,

After all: you have a negro president

 

That we want to fail,

Grey Poupon, bare arms, and tan suit “controversies,”

Praying Psalm 109:8-10 over him:

 

8 May his days be few, may another take his place of leadership,

9 May his children be fatherless and his wife a widow,

10 May his children be wandering beggars; may they be driven from their ruined homes.

 

At the height of the Great Recession that

His smirking predecessor gave him,

Tax cut for the smash-and-grab operation,

That always happens

 

When the criminal enterprise,

Masquerading as a political party,

Comes to power,

And works the script from the route,

All futures sour,

 

As Lincoln’s Grand Old Party

Transmogrified to

The “gang of Putin,”

 

Differences are amplified,

Racism, sexism, and homophobia stoked,

Trotting out straw men step-n-fetch,

At Hatch Act-violation, super spreader convention events,

To mask their criminal incompetence,

 

Jeet Heer wrote October 24, 2016:

“The Right is Giving Up on Democracy”

In The New Republic,

 

Post Hoc Ergo Propter Hoc (Latin): after this, therefore because of this,

Is usually a logical fallacy,

In this instance, it fits:

 

The Constitution has gone through historical apotheosis,

Similar to the game of “telephone,”

A 3 x 5 card whispered,

To a student from first to the last friend,

Is always distorted in the end,

 

We are here:

From Crispus Attucks to George Floyd,

Nothing occurs in the void,

KKK domestic violence,

Jim Crow, night raids,

Public hangings, castrations,

and burning crosses,

Against the previous enslaved new citizens,

 

We are here,

Because this country was based on slavery: the wealth of the nation

Built on the backs of free, uncompensated, kidnapped-from-Africa labor, for generations,

 

We are here:

Because those persons were described as a fraction, 3/5th’s,

The political calculus foundation for,

The electoral college,

Designed undemocratic,

And the children of chattel,

Sold away like so much cattle,

Ripped away from their parents’ arms beyond their ancestral borders,

 

We are here:

Because those same slave owners,

Who defined us as inferior beings,

Had no problem,

Inserting their stumped mushrooms into our bodily sovereignty,

Siring Mulatto children,

In heterosexual, serial rape of African women,

 

And “buck breaking” in

Homosexual encounters meant,

To emasculate,

African males in front of their females and families,

 

Sally Hemings was not Thomas Jefferson’s “lover”:

The rape started when she was fourteen,

 

That is BY definition,

Pedophilia,

And, like all those above violent sexual acts, sadistic.

 

We are here:

Because the slaves,

Nor their descendants

Received reparations

For years of enslavement,

Murder and terrorism by the KKK,

“Sundown towns.”

Requiring a Green Book to navigate around,

And white citizens councils,

 

We are here:

Because such wealth exchange,

Might fund universal Medicare and Medicaid,

Dismissed by sociopaths as being socialist,

As reparations would dismantle,

The current biased system,

Of white supremacy,

And the reason it is opposed so vigorously,

 

We are here:

Because to justify the system,

This nation built-in mythologies,

Of superiority and inferiority,

Socially-engineered society

To self-fulfill the delusion as “prophecy,”

Propaganda codified as laws,

 

Racism = prejudice + political power,

The ability to codify your hatred and depravity,

With the legitimacy of the judiciary,

 

We are here:

Because unlike the logical fallacy:

Our current “this” is logically followed by the obvious “that.”

 

For us to have a new tomorrow – “[Built] Back Better,”

We are going to have to admit

The sins of the nation’s past,

And in the vernacular of scripture:

 

Repent.