Pray, who alerts Barack to this week’s Pastor
Problem, who mans his neo-Bimbo Alert
Brigade? Who next must be disowned, or quit, or
be repudiated? Who else has hurt-
ful sermons, viral videos, inflam-
matory rhet’ric to distract his march
to sainthood? Dare we ask (will we be damned?)
how all this mischief passed, how villains-arch
pontificated oh-so-long without
his taking note? The man who would be prez
has us believe he slept through twenty shout-
ing years of racists rants? “Oh, no…” he says.
One question on these issues, if I may…
Are these the black American KKK?

Befuddled neo-conderthalers say
that they don’t know this most ungrateful Scott,
this sad disgruntled Scott, and they say they
want their old buddy back. “Oh, dear, who taught
him how to tell these dreadful lies? Who dared
to take that simple lad and turn him to
some neo-turncoat hack? Will none be spared
his jaundiced quill?” This will never do.
Out from their cavern now they come, and all
agree it’s Scott to blame for this outrage;
again the artless neo-cons stonewall
a weary world from their sad white house stage.
Good Scott, we hear, has thoughts they’ve never seen.
Perhaps he wants to be the next John Dean.

Is there a souflee yet to fall, a fur-
ther straw, has yet another egg untracked
been left unbroken? Now we learn that Turd-
blossom has found new ways to spin and stack
his endless stash of cherries, and you, dear Hill,
choose to snack on this forbidden trash,
and pass it on as fact. Who foots the bill –
not today but down the line? Not cash
but smear and innuendo may well be
the wages of this din. What mischief will
McCainiacs spin from your hypocrisy?
What supers do you think will drink this swill?
If there’s a recipe, please let us know...
But gormands say it’s time for you to go.

His calculus is clear – the need to still
her rally in the ninth, to lend his aid,
to join us all together with a will…
Or so spinmeisters say. Where now, John?
What prompted this? (The aria’s near done…)
How timely, really? (…by that lady who is fat.)
Obama needs your help? (The battle’s won.)
What promises…? (You’re too good for that!)
But how many in your vaunted Dixie home --
The farmers, miners, preachers, hoi polloi --
Are unimpressed by senators who roam,
Or sit too long, fence-bound, playing coy?
Or do you know some southerners, once gored
By populi, to get the final word?

"Aftermath: Mixed Nuts" (May 13)

"…we need to not divide and then polar-
ize the Democratic Party. So
stop the divisions. Stop trying to
split us into groups.” Thus we are
to understand the undeclaréd Ms.
Brazile, “…don’t divide me and then tell
me,” said she, “that I cannot stand in Hill-
ary’s camp because I’m black.” (What’s a whiz
kid talking head to say?) “…and I can’t stand
in Obama’s camp because I’m female.
Because I’m both…” Such a compelling regale-
ment should be broadcast all across the land.
But Hillary now divides, without a doubt.
Should Barack have really sat this late state out?

Some background stuff, originally posted elsewhere...

To The Clueless Dead (for Hillary)

Is this not the stuff of many thousand
trite and boring gothic sophomore fictions:
unknowing dead still carry on their missions,
clueless how it disrupts, it offends
those yet alive? Those post-mortals must --
must! be informed -- but by whom? By whom,
indeed? Who shall bare the awful gloom,
who shall tell the bees? If only dust
and ash alone were the remains of airs
and hopes and schemes of dead ones walking...
Still, and still again, they keep on talking!
What exorcist shall excise this affair?
Still they carry on despite our wishes.
These are not the stuff of loaves and fishes.

"The Broader Base"

“I have a broader base to build a coäl-
lition on… Barack’s losing support…
among working Americans…” Reports
be damned, the Senator cites polls
that state his base “is weakening again,
and how whites in both states who had not comp-
leted college were supporting…” Some
argument, perhaps, but little sane
reflection to be seen. All wisdom says
Hill has no reasoned hope to pull much out
of six more states; the delegates all doubt
her chances to be ever called Ms. Prez.
Methinks the “broader base” is getting thin…
Too much of saying anything to win.

Super Tuesday II: Aftermath (6 May 2008)

"She has run a valiant campaign…
She will remain an influential voice…”
You note, of course, McGovern’s modest choice
and elegiac tones; how he would rain
down words of his undying love and great
regard for both the Clintons. He held out
the palm so many ways. Yet no doubt
clouded his sad news: the hour is late,
and the dove of reconcilia-
tion will not stand for yet another ploy;
that others, truly, earned the votes, so joy
is theirs. You’ve had your chance. Silence, pray.
Hillary plods on. Pandarus failed;
has her campaign’s last boat finally sailed?

On the eve of Second Super Tuesday
(To Keith Olbermann) 4 May 2008

Should Hill’ry not exist, would you invent
For us some Hecuba, some demon goddess,
As locus of your rage? Pray tell, who sent
Around the memo blaming all this mess
On the junior senator from West-
Chester? Tell us true, has not Barack
At some point in his wise and oh-so best
Conducted campaign taken some new stock
Of fading polls and fleeing fleeting votes
And changed his mind, or changed position,
Climbed down, like Zarathustra, checked his notes,
And thought, perhaps, to get a new physician?
Not! And not again! The wise ones scoff.
Should Hill’ry’s win tomorrow, hear them cough!