One Hundred Days of MAGAtude

One Hundred Days of MAGAtude

One hundred days in,

Teetering on the cusp of nothingness

Cloaked in bombast:

Call it, “losing,” if you must:

Call it action by inactivity:

“Conservatism,” if you’re grasping:

“Authoritarianism,” if you’re overreaching.

One hundred days in,

Wondering what comes with one-oh-one,

Made history re-made:

Populist demagoguery:

Inch-measuring by the foot:

Confusing electoral with popular

Except when it’s convenient.

One hundred days in,

Flopping where feud-picking flips again,

Pivoting one-eighties:

Conflating fact with alternates:

Instigating feckless foes:

Pitting science against faith,

Favoring—understanding—neither.

One hundred days in,

Handlers with hands and lips overwhelmed

By faux hysterics, bubbled:

On the sheen betwixt hired, fired,

Marginalized and replaced,

Repealed-not-repealed. Cut,

De-tethered, toxified, not-cut.

All bluffs:

Like tax-free disclosures,

Like bumbled mandates,

Like threatened shut-downs,

Like overblown crowd sizes,

Like walls and bans and

            Treaties

And impulsive triggers:

Populist rhetoric,

Neo-con rhetoric,

Anti-other rhetoric,

Isolationist rhetoric.

Like MOABs on empty bunkers,

Like Tommys on empty airfields,

Like jobs in emptying industries,

Like bullets in empty chambers,

Like hate in empty minds:

Still bluffing.

One hundred days in,

Where détente is blasphemy,

Where ideals are ridiculous,

Where nuance is shattered,

Where what is who without why:

Where already-great America

Needs making great again, again.

One hundred days in,

Embarrassed, dark years yet to endure.

Yet,Democracy and Republic

And Constitution stronger than

            This, history’s fecund blip:

Great days ahead, just beyond

Thirteen hundred sixty three more.

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