Only mere days now until the coronation of a new and future King (and a protege too, a right hand millioned, billioned dollar money man). Imagine our luck!? It’s kind of invigorating really in these doldrums of post holiday blues, to be able to re-imagine our democracy in a new non-democratic light, almost like a post-holiday gift found unopened under the leavings of the tree, all glittery left with rich folk (Oh, to be of that billionaire class and toast with pinkies raised and noses thumbed down at our littles and money’s promised and fete’d straight into a pocket future fund of a leader who will show us to a new promised land).
I mean it’s kinda tired right, this democracy thing? It’s run it’s course, at least according to those who write 2025 blueprints of a new age but to, instead, be able to hand the democratic ball off to someone who has our, only our, only our best interests at heart? Of course. How could that not be?
Wow, what an unexpected gift.
These are exciting times
So I thought to revisit something then.
Cheers Kevin MacLeod and thanks for the perfect tune to fit what was in my head.
“Boogie Party” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0
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AND …
Cheap Trick “We Want You To Be We”
Tears For Fears “Minority Rule”
The Fixx “One White Leads To Another”
The Beatles “Baby It’s A Tax Scam”
Elvis Costello “Mock It Up”
Bob Dylan ““Gonna Wanna Rule Somebody”
…
God Made Trump (yeah, that was in error)
So back in ’46 when God took a break
After world at war that had so much at stake
He blinked for second and before he knew what
A Fred had had a son who would think he the one
To lead his people to some new promised land
But a one where democracy could no longer stand
.
Well God said then I hope this ain’t a mistake
Just wanted take a sec and a little wine break
But future he could see at the hands of Fred’s son
Who’d find ways to rake in some new fresh coin
And adulation
From every sunup
From those just off a turnip truck
.
He’d think Prez down escalator to ride
A gold idol though behind God he’d try hide
He’d play up charlatans and God speaking Jakes
They’d get in prayer circles hoping then just to fake
His true Christian values that could be on the take
For just the right price
New discipes would buy right?
.
But then he got sold
On all he was told
And started to believe that God had foretold
That he was the chosen of new myth of old
Reality of course now it be on the run
At Rally’s he’d exclaim oh what such fun
To smite the nonbelievers
Who’d soon be cursed ones
.
Then God said oh me just what have I done
Can never take a Me damned break no matter the fun
Though that was fine wine worthy even of nuns
I must be on my toes truth it’s under the gun
At the hands of true believers who turn now to song
To praise an orange fraud they think’ll rise like the son
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To deliver them a hero in a new paradise
Devoid of immigrants just gotta call ICE
He’d be the caretaker of their righteous white world
Where enemies in fetal poses they would be curled
He’d fight off the Marxists and the fascists to boot
His projections of the enemy would be such a hoot
.
To call them fascists while he’s making such plans
To make democracy a now also ran
He’d have his true believers seeing future in sight
Whatever he says conservative on the right
Not on the far left where the vermin do land
They need be threatened dead now that’s a good plan
.
They say he’ll be a guy who could shape and ax
But also wield a sword though that’s quite a task
He was brave in North Korea while stepping a foot
Thankfully no bone spurs de-ferred his look
But he gloried love letters of he and an Un
Such a nice fella who could take a sweet turn
.
But then he got sold
On all he was told
And started to believe that God had foretold
That he was the chosen of new myth of old
Reality of course now it be on the run
At Rally’s he’d exclaim oh what such fun
To smite the nonbelievers
Who’d soon be cursed ones
.
Then God he sat back and just shook his head
He’d said look what I’ve wrought in the U.S. of stead
I’ll surely face my wrath for what I’ve let done
And that wrath being mine won’t be as fun
I’d like me as God show discipes the real light
But they’re lost now don’t even realize their plight
.
That in a den of vipers he’s the head one
Leading all the rest to follow his red forked tongue
He’d offer Eve the Apple saying speaking of tongues
Leave that loser behind I am your one
Like the naked look that you got goin’ on
Now drop the fig leaf and let’s take the plunge
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Adam … go away will ya? … busy here
You’re messing with my tiny mojo
No, God ain’t looking
D’ya think he cares?
.
But then he got sold
On all he was told
And started to believe
That God had foretold
That he was the chosen of new myth of old
And his discipes he continues to mold
.
They gather at his rally’s put together fan schlock
That God gave us Trump the one who’d care for the flock
A shepherd to mankind they say without jest
And surely damn you libs don’t put us to the test
He speaks of retribution he’s a man of his word
Unless you call him on it then he’ll say that’s absurd
.
So God sat back in a comfy cloud chair
To look at what was happenin’ down there
And orange idol thinking he was sent by me
Disciples feel the same but just for a fee
That’s when God said I think I’m done
Back to that glass of wine yeah that would be fun
.
Cause though he knows he dropped the ball in ‘46
He is still all seeing and likes his kicks
Maybe kill the bottle then for even more fun
Don’t know what could happen when God gets drunk
Maybe a something to get him out of his funk
.
Yo!
Angels?!
Yeah!!
I need another bottle!
And somebody, get me my files on divine retribution
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