Two psycho-political parodies from The Stress Doc. Enjoy!
Some En-Light-enment for a Dark Age: Two Psycho-Political Parodies
At a meeting with Nepali allied health colleagues, all who are American
citizens, the impact of this new administration’s pointed messaging was
palpable: Is America still a safe place for who folks who don’t look like the traditional
“majority?” From a female colleague with
brown skin and dark hair recently attracting intense disapproving stares in a
restaurant (i.e., people assuming she is “Muslim”) and aggressive “go back home”
texts/taunts on social media, to people who have no legal-rational reason, feeling
wary about walking in public, many of all walks are starting to feel like endangered
“strangers in a strange (more repressive) land.” In addition to attending rallies and making
donations, my push-back method is through words. The first lyric written this week; the second
written the night of the Nov. election. Hopefully,
the democratic pen will prevail over the autocratic sword! The New “R & R”: Resistance
and the Ridiculous! MG
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The Fairy-Tail Emperor
When it comes to
"media facts"
The Donald does not
suppose
Nor bothers with smoking
gun tracks...
Simply follows his swelling
nose
To the bare bottom
of "nasty" attacks
From those
"fake-sore loser" foes.
Oh Trumpty Dumpty
Do you know
what you know?
Oh Humpty Trumpty
How your little
nose grows!
Oh Dumpty Trumpty
You'll stretch the truth
As far as it goes…
What will your gang do
To we who oppose?
Staring
down protest in the streets
Alone high atop Mount
Ego
Zeus-man keeps hurling
tweets
Of all that he knows
It's how "The
Man" blows
Up his Olympian PRIDE –
He's "not a
crook," has nothing to hide
For there is truth in his prose:
One more "Master of
the Universe”
Alas, without any
clothes!
Oh Trumpty Dumpty
Do you know
what you know?
Oh Humpty Trumpty
How your little
horn blows!
Oh Dumpty Trumpty
Here's a Russian Red
Rose
To help you cover up
That butt naked
pose!
Here's a Russian Red
Rose
To help you cover up
That butt naked
pose!
© Mark Gorkin 2017
Shrink Rap ™ Productions
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11/9: Have We Seen this Before?
(Or,
The Night of Broken Dreams)
Reading
about the post-election wailing and grief or the counter-reaction of "stop
the whining," helped me realize the personal value of my coping option: turning a political lemon into poetic
lemonade. Enjoy...or not!
My
biggest fear in this election campaign was that Donald Trump was providing a
platform for social-cultural hatred, a hatred by a variety of supporters, surrogates,
and sycophants. Such flame-throwing
typically targets groups based on race, ethnicity, nationality, geography, gender,
sexual identity, and/or religion. I
don’t believe Mr. Trump is a fanatical hater, more a conditional one: a) when someone rubs his ego the wrong way
(alas, this happens too easily), b) when women complain Mr. T has “rubbed them
the wrong way” (alas, this happens too frequently), and c) when he
strategically or spontaneously bullies or demonizes “the other” to gain
supporters and votes and win a “negotiation” or political battle. I hope my fears are mostly baseless. I pray (despite being a Jewish atheist) that
the new President will resist the urge to Trumpism, to become a dictatorial, Putin-like
“strong man” repressing dissenting voices and constitutional rights. I will congratulate Mr. Trump hardily if he
genuinely helps rebuild our infrastructure and the economic options and
standing of working-class families. In
truth, many of his other avowed premises and promises frighten me – personally,
for our democratic ethos, and for our fragile planet. So, I will be vigilant. To loosely quote Ronald Reagan: warily
trust and verify. Until then…I versify!
11/9: Have We Seen this Before?
(Or,
The Night of Broken Dreams)
Please
do not think me dumb
Or
even merely craven, yet
Will
11/9 become
Our homegrown 9/11?
Ah,
the ironic paradox
The
choice of free election.
Have
we unleashed Pandora’s Box:
A
swarm of white-male venom?
Oh tell me Mr. Trumpty
How do you run on empty?
Oh tell me Humpty Trumpty
How many have you dumptied?
Forgive
my taste in history
To
look back does no good
Still…a
little pre-war Germany
And
streets running with blood?
Why am
I compelled to rant?
Perhaps
a mere sore loser.
Though
not a recent immigrant
(More “word
artist” itinerant)
For
you…does my life matter?
Oh tell me Mr. Trumpty
Why are you so grumpty?
Oh tell me Trumpty Dumpty
How many have you humptied?
“Why
are you so paranoid?”
“He
will drain the swamp!”
I gaze
into the krystal ** void:
One
big internment camp!
I do
not fear the Mighty Wall
For I
will not be barred
But
one and all, from grace may fall
When
“vermin” are gold-starred. ***
** The
choice of the “kystal” spelling is a blend of “crystal” and “Kristallnacht” also referred to as the Night of Broken Glass. “Kristallnacht
was a pogrom against Jews throughout Nazi Germany on 9–10 November 1938,
carried out by SA paramilitary forces and German civilians. German authorities
looked on without intervening. The name Kristallnacht comes from the shards of
broken glass that littered the streets after Jewish-owned stores, buildings,
and synagogues had their windows smashed.
Estimates
of the number of fatalities caused by the pogrom have varied. Early reporting
estimated that 91 Jewish people were murdered during the attacks. Modern
analysis of German scholarly sources by historians such as Richard J. Evans
puts the number much higher. When deaths from post-arrest maltreatment and
subsequent suicides are included, the death toll climbs into the hundreds.
Additionally, 30,000 were arrested and incarcerated in Nazi concentration
camps.” (Wikipedia)
*** During
the Nazi reign, Jews in Germany (and elsewhere, I believe), were mandated to
have gold Jewish Stars sewn on their outer garments, to single out and
stigmatize them when in public, increasing their chance for ridicule and much
worse intimidation.
© Mark Gorkin 2016
Shrink Rap ™ Productions
