With the exception of Kat Myrman’sTwittering tales once a week, I am not a fan of reblogging the work of others. I especially resist material that mentions the Travesty in Chief currently disguising himself as a member of the human race. (NOTE: “himself” is used here as correct with a deferential nod to the political correctness people. Anybody want to demand inclusion in the trainwreck to which “he” belongs)?
This Ode points out the warts that surface as temporary occupants of the house in the swamp interpret their role while exercising great power. It might even encourage some to look back in history and see how people, like us, reacted at the time and tried to cope with an imperfect system. Those were different times, unlike now when people, like us, are apathetic and willing to accept all kinds of public indecencies; physical, ethical, and moral.