Our NaPoWriMo challenge today is to write a fan letter. I’ve chosen to do this in the form of an ode to a certain famous blonde-haired, orange-skinned businessman and quasi-politician. The identity of the narrator may be a bit of a mystery until the sixth or seventh stanza.
Odes come in three basic types, and infinite permutations thereof. This doesn’t fit the classic rhyme schemes, so I’d have to say it falls in the category of the “Irregular Ode.” I kind of like the concept of being irregular, and it certainly fits the subject matter.
Oh, blonde delight, you thrill me when you speak
Your fake hair in a Fibonacci screw
Upswept there by hot air that blew
Your voice so gruff when in a fit of pique
And nothing that you say makes any sense
To thoughtful brains and ears, you seem so dense
Comedians love you, and the “common man”
But they’re the only ones who really do
Save trophy wife and kids who work for you
And, of course, the mental giants of the Klan
But still you thrill me and I think you know
Why I follow and encourage you so
You know my name but say it in a murmur
Your mind swirls with delusion and denial
You’re puzzled: why’s this journey such a trial?
You thought we could not lose, but now you wonder
If Lucifer and Mammon are enough
Perhaps your flagging campaign needs to get tough
Surely if you threaten to leave the GOP
They will back down and let you win
But your exit could compel a campaign flop
And rob the happy flush from your orange skin
I’ll still be behind you, all the way
But be careful not to fall too far
When you misstep, I’ll step out of the fray
I won’t wish on a falling star
This haiku (or is it a senryu?) is a response to a poetry prompt on Twitter, but more importantly it is a response to a distressing news report of the brutalization and humiliation of non-Russians in Crimea.
This is a valentine for the Euromaidan protesters, who are advocating for independence and self-determination as they suffer from frigid weather and a repressive government. It is for the fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, workers and retirees, teachers and students, artists and musicians, and the clergy who are ministering to them amidst the cold and violence.
For an interesting but painful summary of recent developments, including photos of both the beauty and the violence, you may wish to read this Agence France Presse blog post by Stuart Williams, entitled “Fire, ice and blood on the streets of Kiev.”
A week ago, I posted a rant about the lack of positive activity — or indeed any signs of intelligent life — in our U.S. Congress. Most Americans disapprove of the job that Congress is doing, as evidenced by the NBC/Wall Street Journal poll. Only 17% approve or have no opinion, one way or the other. I had some theories about who these mysterious 17% might be, among them comedians, Congressional spouses and SuperPACs.
Yikes. Anthony Weiner. He can’t keep his private parts private. He can’t even keep his private chats private, because his sexting partners seem to like the publicity that nudeness and lewdness bestows. Now a Quinnipiac University poll of New York city residents reveals that only 16% would vote for Weiner. This was less-than-gracefully followed by the resignation of his campaign manager, a tell-all interview with a former intern, and an expletive-laced conversation between his communications director and ABC news. Wow. Way to do damage control.
I think we have found the intersection of the mathematical sets of “I don’t give a damn” and “What’s wrong with taking a picture of your junk?”
I knew 7th grade math class would come in handy some day.
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he makes a grab for power
but it’s just out of reach
he remains weak
in other words
Yes, I tend to be cynical. I’m not alone. Yesterday, the results of a Wall Street Journal/NBC poll were released, showing that 83% of Americans disapprove of the job Congress is doing. This is reported to be an all-time “high” in our contempt for Congress’ effectiveness, or lack thereof.
What surprises me more than the 83% disapproval rating, is the remaining 17% of respondents, who apparently either approve (!?!) or have no opinion on Congress’ collective screw-ups. Who are these people? My first thought was that they are isolated from society and completely cut-off from all forms of news. Perhaps they are bold, independent self-sufficiency experts who raise their own food, sew their own clothing by hand, never communicate with others, refrain from trade with the outside world, and do not require jobs, money, education, transportation or health care. But these mythical cave-dwellers would not have phones and, therefore, would not be included in the poll.
The only conclusion I can draw is that there really are people who participate in American society who do NOT disapprove of the job Congress is doing. Really? These must be people who are:
a) blinded by love (i.e., the politicians’ spouses, lovers, children, parents)
b) dependent on Congress for their livelihood (Congressional staff, campaign staff, lobbyists, special interest groups)
c) comedians (or should I include them in category b, above?)
d) journalists and commentators who agree with the current Congressional majority (they probably belong to category b, as well)
e) too rich to care
Or perhaps they just didn’t understand the question. I think there’s a basic flaw in polling by phone, i.e., assuming that we have a representative sample of the American population when, in fact, we are only drawing from that portion of population that still answers phone calls from unknown numbers and is willing to provide personal information to strangers.
I’m pretty sure the real number is closer to 100%.