A Poem for the Sham Impeachment

“These are the clouds about the fallen sun,/The majesty that shuts his burning eye./THE WEAK LAY HAND ON WHAT THE STRONG HAS DONE/Till that be tumbled that was lifted high/AND DISCORD FOLLOW UPON UNISON,/And all things at one common level lie./And therefore, friend, if your great race were run,/And these things come, so much the more thereby/HAVE YOU MADE GREATNESS YOUR COMPANION/(Although it be for children that you sigh.)/These are the clouds about the fallen sun,/The majesty that shuts his burning eye.”
—WB Yeats, 1916

Emphasis mine, of course. But that’s what we will see: the Dems like ants undermining the border wall, like fat white slugs sliming their way back to China to offer up their flesh and ours, Rene try into the ruinous “Paris accord”( whose goals we already exceeded under Trump) slitting the vein of the American taxpayer to flow into the sewers of the world. The weak lay hand on what the strong has done…

Such vitriol and hatred, such passion on both sides, could ONLY be generated by the truly great. They always accompany greatness, they are proof that Trump is in the company of the great.

Thinking of our “children”, our successors, it will be hard and bitter, for him and for us, to watch his puny successors demolish the edifice of American greatness which he so rapidly and spectacularly constructed. On time and under budget! But that does not alter the fact that he DID achieve greatness, personally and for our country.

The manner in which something ends is not the measure of it.
land: ALL a human endeavor is worthless if measured ONLY by the fact that it has an end.

One thought on “A Poem for the Sham Impeachment

  1. Perhaps your title should be plural, Hyp: “Impeachments”? I’m more than ever ready to “Put no trust in princes.” As well, I’m infinitely grateful that: “Here, we have no lasting city.”

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