Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
ONE TERM prezzy-DENT
There are three things I've learned never to discuss with people:
religion, politics, and the Great Pumpkin.
(Linus von Pelt)
You may remember the chant from the demos following the last presidential election here in the States:
NOT MY presi-DENT!
(clap-clap clap-clap-clap)
NOT MY presi-DENT!
(clap-clap clap-clap-clap)
As chants go, it's really pretty good: focused, succinct, a nice alternation of verbal and non-verbal, words and percussion. And it certainly beats Hey hey! Ho ho! — — has got to go!
Unfortunately, they were wrong. If you're an American, the Troll-in-Chief is your president.
But it doesn't have to stay that way.
So I'm choosing to look on that chant, not as a statement of fact, but as a prediction which we know—and may it be sooner rather than later—will eventually come true.
So, riffing off the old chant, here's the new one that I'll be chanting:
ONE TERM prezzy-DENT
(clap-clap clap-clap-clap)
ONE TERM prezzy-DENT
(clap-clap clap-clap-clap)
ONE TERM prezzy-DENT
(clap-clap clap-clap-clap)
And let us all say: So mote it be!
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