bash the comparison between his policies toward immigrants and
Trump's. That's a start.
The Constitution is no longer G.W. Bush's "piece of paper," but
wound around the 14-karat gold toilet-tissue roller in Trump Towers.
If not worse.
Our alternative would have been to read and hear everyday about
impeachment hearings against newly elected Madame President
Clinton.
I'll take it.
We have far more to slash our guts with now, to grind our teeth over,
to implore the heavens to decimate.
We understand the enemy. That's half the battle. Now we must learn
the language of power and greed and use it to force Trump to say
his name backward "PMURT!" and disappear with his icky ilk.
His nightmare only sharpens the rainbow of dreams that Hughes's
poem evokes.
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