My Apologies

I will apologize right from here.
I am going to be discussing a situation that I see occurring that appalls me.
And the fact that it is going uncontested makes my blood boil even more.
However what I am going to discuss has no bearing on me and my life (yet) but it affects millions of Americans.
People who have voted.
People who have signaled loud and clear as to what they no longer want.
Governed by a corrupt body of men and classless women.
I get to sling mud without facts and no one can stop me.
Isn’t that the spin that is put out there.
If you want it badly enough all you need to do is act like a petulant child and stomp your feet on the world stage none the less so everyone can see exactly what an overgrown baby one is seems to be the norm.
Headlines that touted Biden’s win are being degenerated as false news.
World leaders save for a few tyrannical ogres have already congratulated and are looking forward to working with a man who has a level head on his shoulder and is not looking to line his pockets with money that he has not earned.
Money that is paid by the people of the United States in taxes.
Money that theoretically is suppose to be returned into infrastructure projects/environmental projects/protection of species/land etc.
Money that is now going to be used so Donald Trump and his soul sucking vampiristic sycophants who have made it very plan that they care for no one but themselves to attempt to circumvent what the people want.
Who the people have chosen.
I have never been a fan of Trump.
Never ever ever ever ever ever ever.
I am there person who would have stood behind him on the elevator as he was going down smiling and waving while driving me spiked heel (not that I wear them but how else would I have been allowed into the inner sanctum) into the back of his calf and pushing then turning with a horrified look as like a giant orange boulder he bounded to the bottom of the stairs and right on out the door.
Yep remember folks the sweet smiling Jay that appears most of the time really does cover up a vicious crotchety empathetic woman who can skewer you with knives and still come out smelling like roses.
I am a writer.
Mwahahahahahahahhahahaha.
Losing my train of thought as there are so many of them on this subject.
If I do not get them out I will go stark screaming mad and no one wants that.
Money: Your money is being stolen by a giant orange baby who mumbles and makes asinine statements with no bearing to truth.
Truth: Something that has been in short supply during the last 4 years.
Insults/Slander: Something that has been available and for free throughout the last 4 years and counting.
Misogyny: This is a man who has celebrated a rape culture.
Racist: This is something that I do not even have to define.
***If you believe that Trumps immigration policies and the tearing of families apart is right I am not sure that my blog is the right one for you***
Again I am not American.
I am a Canadian watching from above and horrified by what she is seeing.
I have kept my mouth shut for the most part.
Yes there are a lot of poems making mock on here but other than that I have been silent.
And even my poems could be attibuted to anyone.
I cannot be silent any longer.
Do not sit idly by while Trump and his cronies attempt to steal the election that is fair and just.
An election where the voice of the people have spoken.
This is not a time to stand on the sidelines.
I am not advocating violence.
Violence is the forte of bullies and the ignorant.
Violence is how tyrants hold to power because no one else will have them.
What I am advocating is a storm of phone calls.
Regardless if your elected official is Dem or Rep call them.
Raise your voices louder.
If the official chimp refuses to leave the Big Cage the caretakers should be pulling out the tranq gun and firing.
Sedation for the next 72 days.
I always look at things in the best light.
I always believe (despite multiple examples which prove otherwise) that there is good and decency in people.
Mitch McConnell.
William Barr.
Two men who could actually be men and say ‘No there has been no fraud/no theft of election sir it is time to grow up and be an adult.’
Instead both men (who I mean come on is clearly entrenched in the outgoing fraud’s pocket) despite a clear lack of evidence and election officials stating that everything was on the up and up have cleared the way to spend tax payers money again to once more reach the conclusion that the vast majority of the American people do not want to be saddled with an embarrassment for four more years.
For those who have endorsed Trump for the last four years……
For those who have endorsed his cronyism…..
For those who have endorsed his vile practices of caging children and ripping feeding infants from a mother’s breast…..
For those who have endorsed his corruption…..
For those who have endorsed his lies…..
For those who have taken his words to mean a revival of White Supremacy…..
For those who have endorsed and enacted his violent vitriol…..
An accountability will have to be made.
A return to normality will be made.
And once it has…..
once the dust has settle I really hope that you can look in the mirror and square away your behaviour for the last four years.
I am not only meaning the politicians who again c’mon those men in his pockets who could care less about their constituents they just know the words to say to appease those who will vote for them I am talking about the every day man and woman.
I doubt it though.
Too many people have fallen for the me ideology.
I can only hope that there are more people out there with a ‘we‘ attitude and ideology but of late my optimism and hope in regards to this have become sullied with the acts of desperation and the fact that credence is being given to false claims which makes my heart hurt.
I am a Canadian with friends who live in the States and I fear for them.
Covid.
Racism.
Hatred.
I can only hope that in the next 72 days rational cooler heads will prevail and transition will be calm and peaceful.
What I am fearing is 72 days of violence and rhetoric.
What I am fearing is the start of a Civil War.
Laugh at my fears and if none come to pass I will willingly laugh along with you.
Have a terrific Tuesdays my lovies.
©Nov. 10/20
Picture is my own

Taken Back

This is the 3rd poem continuing from Ugly Reality and I own You….Branded. Please note this deals with abuse and the imagery used here may possibly trigger memories and pain. Please read only if comfortable.
Sitting
lank hair falling forward
screened face
hiding
all looking at me
all searching
seeking
answers.
Hands
limp between thighs
cuffed together
where do they think I will go?
What do they think I will do?
Blood
slow
spreads not like water
thicker
steady movement
a splash of paint
drying on pale walls.
Voices
come hard
fade away
lost in the past
in spells of memory.
You were not this way
you were not so cold
those first days of love.
You held my hand
wove tales of futures unknown
pulled me in
pulled me close
sucked me in
then the abuse began.
Pinches causing bruises
punches placed
hidden from sight
scratches
you even raped me.
Not once
not twice
over and over again
mind
body
soul.
It became too much.
I could no longer contain
rage
simmering
burning
beneath the surface
out of reach.
I provoked it.
I pushed.
I pulled.
I knew how to do it.
I found my pride 
I found my worth
you bloody bastard
I return your curse.
I warned you.
This was the last time you would touch me.
You laughed
face contorted in rage
reaching one last time.
My face swells
blood dried on my clothes
torn
rended clean
pitying glances
I no longer care
for finally
you are gone.
Sometimes the Angel of Death only plays.
Sometimes the Angel of Death arrives
Upon Pale Horse 
decreed it has been said
to take home the unblessed.
©March 1/20
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