The fine rep of our nation’s been smashed. Our economy’s ransacked and trashed. Constitution’s ignored. Trump starts wars; then gets bored. Yet that boor plunders on, unabashed.
Our great nation is falling apart! What’s the crux of it? Where do I start? I blame Donald, of course, But the villainous source Is embracing a man with no heart.
Our fine nation has lost its prime anchor; It’s been sullied by Trump, a vile canker, Who’s untethered to laws, Who takes pride in his flaws, And who governs by greed, whim, and rancor.
The law is our friend. How I miss it! I remember when actions illicit Weren’t taken each day: Trump decrees; fiends obey. Law’s their prey, so they slay as they diss it.
Is there anything Donald can’t do? Seems the Senate and House won’t say “Boo.” And permissive Supremes Keep fulfilling his dreams; Willing allies in Donald Trump’s coup.
My latest 3-verse limerick was inspired by a CNN article that included this paragraph: “Roberts was shaken by the adverse public reaction to his decision affording Trump substantial immunity from criminal prosecution. His protestations that the case concerned the presidency, not Trump, held little currency.”
Poor John Roberts is in a deep funk; His beloved court’s stature has shrunk. And it’s largely his fault For harsh rulings that halt Basic rights. He’s a punk and a skunk.
About justice his court doesn’t care. There’s no effort to ever be fair. It treats stare decisis Like trash. We’ve a crisis; Sound rulings are brutally rare!
So if Roberts is sad, fine by me! For the court must be changed. You agree? Then be sure to vote Dem. No more hawing. Don’t hem! It’s the one way to stem the debris.
Five SCOTUS extremists decreed
In a dastardly GOP screed
That Roe v. Wade’s dead.
So it’s “Off with her head”
For pro-choicers, no matter the need.
If you value our lost right to choose,
You must vote; forget whining and booze.
Your life’s on the line!
Dump the GOP swine
And make sure all Republicans lose!
With hypocrisy Cotton’s replete,
As he trashes the “legal elite”
At Judge Brown Jackson’s hearing,
His rhetoric searing
With “Fake Commoner” Cotton deceit.
It appears that Tom Cotton forgot
His two Harvard degrees. Oh, what rot!
One’s in gov., one’s in law.
Is “eliteness” a flaw?
Then he has it, which hampers his plot.
The Republicans’ racist attacks
On Brown Jackson ignored all the facts.
And their dog whistle smears
Even pissed off some peers:
Sasse assessment? “Jackassery” acts.
Headline: “Supreme Court appears skeptical of New York’s restrictive gun-control law”
New York gun control’s likely to slip,
Cuz the highest Fed Court lacks a grip
On our big city needs
To forestall deadly deeds.
I just hope it won’t shoot from the hip!
Will SCOTUS reverse Roe v. Wade?
The bricks for that act have been laid;
All the Justices named
By Trump have long aimed
At ensuring that “choice” rights degrade.
No relief bill this month, on reflection,
Cuz the Senate’s sole job’s my selection
For our land’s highest bench.
Judge Amy’s a wench
Who has earned my support and affection.
Justice Ginsburg’s birthday is coming up on March 15th, and I couldn’t resist writing her a limerick. In fact, I even snail-mailed her a copy. Remember snail-mail?
Here it is:
Happy birthday dear Ruth. You’re the best!
You have met ev’ry challenge and test
With zest, brains, and class,
Plus just enough brass…
While the President feathers his nest.
The GOP’s whining. They’re mad!
What a “sore winner” streak they have had!
They’re “the victims,” they wail
With an “angry mob” tale.
We were “mean” to their dissolute cad!
Brett Kavanaugh’s bringing a stench
To what once was a dignified Bench.
Lies and acts dissolute
(Which he’ll loudly dispute)
Make it clear that he’s far from a mensch.
Republican pols like to claim
They believe an accuser; their aim
Being sympathy feigned,
Which quickly is drained
By their “victim’s confused; wrong guy” game.
