Re: OT: Trump's Cabinet Picks

On Mon, 18 Nov 2024 19:26:56 -0800, john larkin wrote:

On Mon, 18 Nov 2024 19:40:52 -0500, bitrex <user@example.net> wrote:
 

On 11/18/2024 7:38 PM, john larkin wrote:
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It's not any secret the kind of Federal government the modern right
wants, it's the "night watchman" state. Nobody left in government but
jackbooted tough guys stomping around shouting at people and
demanding everyone's papers.

 
The Left lost big on the election because they make no sense.
 
Hint hint.
 
 

A Democrat named Kamala Harris who was a former prosecutor and said
she'd do "nothing different" lost, are you calling me a Democrat? that's
not very nice!

 
Are you afraid of the jackbooted tough guys, or do you want to be one?
 
What's a jack boot anyhow? Something like an Ugg?

I assume this is the kind of fear he's got his knickers in a twist about:-

"O what is that sound which so thrills the ear
Down in the valley drumming, drumming?
Only the scarlet soldiers, dear,
The soldiers coming.

O what is that light I see flashing so clear
Over the distance brightly, brightly?
Only the sun on their weapons, dear,
As they step lightly.

O what are they doing with all that gear,
What are they doing this morning, morning?
Only their usual manoeuvres, dear,
Or perhaps a warning.

O why have they left the road down there,
Why are they suddenly wheeling, wheeling?
Perhaps a change in their orders, dear,
Why are you kneeling?

O haven't they stopped for the doctor's care,
Haven't they reined their horses, horses?
Why, they are none of them wounded, dear,
None of these forces.

O is it the parson they want, with white hair,
Is it the parson, is it, is it?
No, they are passing his gateway, dear,
Without a visit.

O it must be the farmer that lives so near.
It must be the farmer so cunning, so cunning?
They have passed the farmyard already, dear,
And now they are running.

O where are you going? Stay with me here!
Were the vows you swore deceiving, deceiving?
No, I promised to love you, dear,
But I must be leaving.

O it's broken the lock and splintered the door,
O it's the gate where they're turning, turning;
Their boots are heavy on the floor
And their eyes are burning."

- WH Auden