Now, ol’ Billy liked to talk a good talk. He’d get all puffed up and talk about how he was gonna storm the capitol and take the country back and things of that nature. Well, ol’ Billy had all the courage of a bunny in a dog kennel and all the strength of a tallow tree in a hurricane, but he thought he might just be able to take on the Feds if a few of his friends went along for fortification. And he figured he had about 10 million friends, according to what he’d been reading, so he was feeling pumped up and just a little cocksure.
So Billy went down to the Army surplus store and got a flak jacket and some combat fatigues, the ones with the pockets here, there and everywhere, you know. He had already ordered this cool black shirt declaring Civil War to take the country back from the people who took it away. Things didn’t used to be like this. It used to be that a man like Billy got some respect, but not anymore. No sir, no one gets less respect these days than a white, Christian man who loves women and wants a family. That’s the way Billy saw it.
Billy really wanted to save the world, because he’d been doing some research on how things were going, and he put together all these things on his own. Once you get to looking at things, it starts to come clear. You won’t find out about this stuff on the Communist News Network, because they’re all in on it. They’re all working together in this global secret society that controls everything, and they’re horrible people, he says. He says they’ve been selling children for sex and practicing mind control on everybody.
And all those sheeple go along with it because they haven’t done the research. They haven’t looked into things like Billy and his millions of online friends did. With God as his witness, Billy knew something had to be done before it was too late. Before the last chance slipped by, he had to stake a stand, by God. He might have to lose his life, but at least he would lose it doing the right thing for his country and for his God. He had an AR-15, of course, everybody did, but he got a couple of smaller sidearms, too. They’d be more portable and easier to conceal. He also got himself a Taser just in case he got into close combat.
Now, when Billy got to the capital, it was just like they said it was gonna be. Everyone was excited and having a good time, and they were all glad he came. Even the president came out and thanked everybody and told them to stand strong against the deep state. They had to support the patriots, and Billy was fired up. They were chanting and laughing and having a real good time. They even got inside the Capitol, and Billy couldn’t believe it.
He was going around saying, “This is our house here! They cain’t make us leave.” He had so much fun taking selfies and dancing around knocking things off the walls. Finally they did all have to leave, and he was amazed by how great it was. Man, oh man, they really showed ‘em whose country it is.
A couple days later the thin blue line came after Billy, and he was shocked. He was on the side of the president for Christ’s sake. How could they be stopping him? He didn’t know about any violence, he said. He thought it was just a peaceful rally. He didn’t think it was a civil war or anything like that.
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Poem: Very Reasonable People Write The Apocalypse
Very Reasonable People scolded us
For our childish outbursts,
Our irrational fear of the dark.
We could rest in the knowledge
That the adults would see to our
Affairs and avert any apocalypse.
They chuckled at our concern
And assured us they had balanced
Checks in place for stability.
The Very Bad Things we’d heard
Of before didn’t happen in places
Like this to people like us.
People who know better than us
Had built robust systems to ensure
Both our safety and security.
I guess the people in the kitchen
Are the first to smell smoke, first to
Panic, and the first to escape.
The adults were gathered in the den,
Discussing strengths, weaknesses,
Opportunities and threats, even
As the smoke seeped under doors,
And through ventilation systems,
Before seizing their lungs.
Those who remain will mourn The Others,
Of course, and lie about how they
Always served the interests of their neighbors.
Democracy Died (#poem)
Democracy died in the Senate chamber
When Supreme Court justice was never heard
Through a guileless force of legal obstruction.
Respect for law fell like old holiday garland.
A complacent nation did not demur,
Thinking true fascism could not recur,
Power transferred to a political poseur.
A complacent nation watched it’s legal destruction
And Democracy died.
They quickly forgot what they once were,
A nation of laws designed to deter
A tyrant seeking freedom’s complete destruction.
As the confident joked about his linguistic aberrations,
They let the unthinkable occur
And Democracy died.
Growing Demons in the Garden (#poem)
They hate him but everyday say his name.
The insults and mocking are more powerful
Than the most potent growth hormones.
As he grows, he bellows, drawing
Minion demons near, frightening the herd.
Luckily, it seems, the demons are weak
And easily defeated, but each
Lopped off head seems to summon
Ten, 100, or 1000 more automata
Bringing the battle to their betters.
Perhaps someone should have built a wall.
Perhaps someone should have built an entire house.
While flailing at a dust devil in the desert,
The hordes, who previously had little to do,
Were stirred to action—to destruction.
Perhaps it is time to turn away from spectacle
And focus on preservation or even flourishing.
The jokes have grown repetitive, anyway,
And the audience is weary of laughing desperation.
Just say you want to do good, you know what is good,
And you love the others.
Set your shoulder to the stone,
Dig in your heels,
And push.
If Sisyphus can do it,
I’m sure you will be at the crest soon.