It was a bad day. A lot of bad stuff happened. And I'd love to forget it all. But I don't. Not ever. Because this is what I do. Every time, every day, every second, this: On five, we're bringing down the government.
Tuesday, August 31
January 20, 2021
January 20, 2021 -
The press goes back to sleep
After four years
Of moral outrage
At being forced
To pretend
To do their jobs.
Now again they can bask
In the warm praise
Of government apparatchiks
For asking pre-screened questions
Regarding the color
Of the paint
On the presidential plane.
Some months later
When everything has gone
Quite predictably to Hell
The question on every journalist's lips
Is how could the public
Have got all of this
So wrong?
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