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                                  "But What If They Lied About the Warrant?"  Let's look at what you are presupposing by positing that the search warrant was actioned on a whim, a guess, a hope, or worst, as you say, a lie:     1) That the investigating body, the agents involved with determining whether or not they had enough corroborated evidence to move forward didn't have such evidence OR corroboration of said evidence to present to:    2)  Director Christopher Wray of the FBI who would have HAD to have viewed both the evidence and corroboration of same in a matter of this significance and failed to understand that there wasn't enough supported fact before he chose to bring that evidence and corroboration to:     3) Attorney General Merrick Garland who also would have had to have reviewed the evidence and it's corroboration and then also failed to be mindful that fact and it's support were either missing, misrepresented or invented before he in turn wou

  Declarations and Duplicity   What is the color of your hypocrisy? Why do you abandon the blue? Once you celebrated the veteran, Someone has surely bought you.   For people that claim to be righteous, You slather yourselves in such shame, It angers me that you might just, Commit violence in the unholy don’s name.   Secrets that he got his hands on, Did they remain secure in Palm Beach? Or were there plans that he planned on, Were the documents placed within reach?   But there you dance ever harder, Your sin pervading all through. While you constantly refill his larder, While he constantly sells out me and you.   There’s blood on your hands, don’t you see it? There are deep holes that are burned in your soul. Your hearts turned stone I guarantee it, And hate has swallowed you whole.   You were once the party of Lincoln, We once followed you to be free. But now in baseness you’re sinking, You’d see all of us down on our knees.

  Bed of Nailed   You bought into this, didn’t ya? You kept buying into this didn’t ya? You wanted this. You made this. And now you have to sleep in it.   You chose to sleep with the snake. You chose to try to breathe the rising smoke. You chose to follow the fake. Now on your own lies you choke.   You chose the obvious wrongs. You chose to look the other way. You chose to dive in headlong, Never thinking that you would pay.   You bought into this, didn’t ya? You kept buying into this didn’t ya? You wanted this. You made this. And now you have to sleep in it.   You voted the impeachments down. You shouted about derangement syndrome. Your noses have never looked so brown, The chickens will be soon roosting at home.   You bought into this, didn’t ya? You kept buying into this didn’t ya? You wanted this. You made this. And now you have to sleep in it.   It was always going to end up this way. Truth will out as they sa

  SAD!     On the 8 th of August in good ol’ sunny Palm Beach. The Federales came with a lesson plan that they meant to teach. “No one is above the law!” Merrick had on occasion preached. And warrants in hand, in resort grand the strongbox was soon breached.   Now in New York Land, the orange man was heard to grumble and groan. “How can a man, his actions bland be so accosted at home?” “Besieged I say! And how dare they? A symptom of the Left Syndrome!” But at the end of the day, we heard Hannity say, “Hey look, the guy is on his own.”   Where you gonna go when they yank the land out beneath your feet? Where you gonna go with your name erased from the tower on the street? How you gonna run and hide with the friends you never had? You’ve burned all your bridges, Surrounded by snitches, There’s a word for this and it’s: SAD!   Now all of you minions that had backed his opinions, is it time to cut a deal? Better make a decision because I hear pri

  Such Is   Life is the blind alley. We stumble through it willingly, Fearing the fall into the trash we thought we had left behind.   Life is the searing lights of knowledge ungained. We grasp at what we think we understand, Hoping that the truth will not burn.   Life is the fog of unknown promise. The carrot and the stick and the hope, Believing that our desire will truly be a gain.   Life is the cacophony of involvement. The constant inrush of what we are told, Too often at odds with experience.   Life is the smothering memory of mistake. We attempt to leave behind the guilt, Yet cannot learn without pain.   Life is the endurance race of existence. We wonder what good can come of it all, Would we be missed had we never taken breath?   Life is what we have at this moment. Do we ignore that we can be more, Or do we plod along in the grayness, hoping that no one will notice? Life is the opportunity given. Are the noise and the

  Futility/Utility - Phase 3 Important-ish   What did you do today? Did you make a kitten purr? What did you do today? Did you clip the coupon perfectly? What was the great accomplishment? Is a puppy’s belly full? What was the pinnacle? Do the hubcaps gleam again? What was the shining moment? Did a baby laugh with you? What has made you proudest? Did you pick exactly the right font? What has warmed your heart? Did you pay for a poor man’s coffee? What has swelled your head? Did you get a new title placard? What did you do today? Were you kind? Were you gentle? Did you help? What did you do today?   Cliff Lake 8/5/2022 Copyright © 2022 Clifford Lake

  Futility/Utility - Phase 1 Way Station   The old man stopped me running, Racing for the train. His eyes looked at me blearily, But with wisdom unexplained.   He said, “I’ve got a story for you, From not so long ago. Something that will carry you, Something you won’t outgrow.”   And he sat me down beside him, As his eyes they filled with tears, And he told me of futility, And the wasting of his years.   He told of his chasing wealth, What happened when he cashed in, He told me of his failing health, And what he didn’t win.   Tales of serving just oneself, How that leaves you all alone. Tales of walled-off heart, put on the shelf, Of a soul frozen to stone.   He said’ “I see you freezing there, You slowly turn to ice.” He said, “You’d better have a care, Look at me, I am the price.”   He told me until the sun went down, But when I looked up, he was gone. And all I have is dimming memory, But his tales still seem so s

  Futility/Utility - Phase 2 Horror in the Business Park   I did not fill in the spreadsheet today. I did not feel like it. I did not plug the values in. This is what happened: Eddie in Accounting stripped naked to the waist. He threw coffee everywhere. The printers on floors 7 and 9 spewed all their paper from the spare drawers. The entire staff in Human Resources began swearing in French and piled their footwear in the middle of the lunchroom. Floor 4 declared war on floor 5. Floor 5 escaped to the street and hailed individual taxis. “Follow that car!” they said. All the policemen quit and immediately became street vendors. All the street vendors elected themselves to Congress. Congress quit and became nature trail guides. Traffic on 7 th street suddenly turned around and went the other way. Minneapolis disbanded. Dallas decided to become homeless and is asking for spare change. Mexico won’t let them in. South America changed it’s name to Alice and

  Paralysis   Motionless, he rises from his early morning bed. Stagnant, he cannot get outside the inertia in his head. It’s all the same, the day’s refrain, the things that he has said, He just maintains and makes no gains and goes to work instead.   Static, she moves the day, her deepest thoughts ask, “Why?” Passive is the way today, but it’s not enough to cry. Stationary as she buys the things that will never fill her life, Immobile as the system pulls the strings, apathy dulls the knife.   Paralysis! The days have all gone gray. Paralysis! Unchanging in their array. Paralysis! We’re gripped in unending maw. The fog won’t lift, and so we drift, As time continues to gnaw, Paralysis has got us all in its decaying craw.   Drowsing, we plod through years, faithfully at our jobs. Rousing, we see the same in the mass of nodding mobs. As sheep we’re driven, supporting thankless snobs, Our true selves now slowly riven; what spark is left now

  Ten Minutes ‘Til Tuesday   Well it’s ten minutes ‘til Tuesday and, Monday’s pull is too strong. My eyes won’t barely close and, My mind roars on and on. Just what was it that she said? Why did I take so long? It’s ten minutes ‘til Tuesday and, I’m stuck here on Monday’s song.   It’s still… Ten minutes ‘til Tuesday and, Monday won’t move along. Lyin’ here awake in bed, I know I’ll greet the dawn. So many things I could have said, Why can’t I just move along? It’s ten minutes ‘til Tuesday and Monday just takes too long.   It’s ten minutes ‘til Tuesday… Why won’t Monday just be gone?   Cliff Lake 11/28/2017      Copyright © Clifford Lake 2017

  Behind Beauty   Behind beauty always a shadow lies; Darkness exists even in the fullness of day. Glory pretends its virtue, Growth exists not without consumption. Above the blaze is always smoke, Is truth born out of hatred? The exhortations of men sound hollowly, Is love born out of fear? Charm and wit projected falsely, A pretty smile may hide envy and spite. All must die so that all can live, Only entropy is steadfast. Comeliness has its price: Today’s grace is tomorrow’s decay. All will end – such is creation’s only promise, Now is the moment you live in – make it count. Behind beauty always a shadow lies; Darkness exists even in the fullness of day. Fear not the shadow of the uncertain tomorrows, There is the light of today; Let it warm you while it lasts. Cliff Lake 1/2/17 Copyright © 2017 Clifford Lake

  Keep The Dream   Keep the dream in front of you. For heart and soul, you must stay true, Let your nightmares fade with the dew, And keep your dreams in front of you.   So many things seem out of reach, At times the world your mind may breach. And your hopes evil will try to leech, So, this one thing I must now teach:   Keep the dream in front of you. For heart and soul, you must stay true, Let your nightmares fade with the dew, And keep your dreams in front of you.   Gold and jewels can hardly shine, Next to the colors of a pure mind. Abandon hope and I’m sure you’ll find, Without your dreams you’re truly blind.   Keep the dream in front of you. For heart and soul, you must stay true, Let your nightmares fade with the dew, And keep your dreams in front of you.   This world may seem as if it’s full of hate. It can’t get through if you close that gate. Reclaim your light; it’s not too late, Forget your dreams and you seal your

  Falling Down   ( Same pace and feel as Hypnotized by Fleetwood Mac )   There’s a drunken man Sittin’ in the corner, He’s got no prospects before him, He’s just sittin’ there gettin’ older. He’s not talkin’ to no one, He just orders another round. His luck’s not gonna be lookin’ up – ‘Cuz he’s not done fallin’ down.   He’s not movin’ on. He’s not gaining grace. He’s not catching up; He’s not keeping pace. He’s not doing much more than hanging around. He’s not learning any lessons because he’s much too busy Because he’s falling down.   She watches from a different life, He left her with so long ago. She tries to understand it, but, Some people just learn slow. He left her with enough pieces For her to gain some ground, But soon he was behind her, A voice that keeps getting fainter... As he slowly keeps falling down.   He’s not movin’ on. He’s not gaining grace. He’s not catching up; He’s not keeping pace. He’s not

  Unlost and Found   Whispers in the marketplace, Truths cannot be hidden from enlightened ears, From informed eyes. Do doubts rise there? They may be quenched by quiet confidence, By experience told that’s not forgotten.   Enigmas in the everyplace, Authenticity unlooked for that finds you. Veracity sees veracity; the principled recognize. Whispers in the marketplace, Knowledge is everywhere. Take it, it’s yours.   Cliff Lake 7/23/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Lost     When you’re lost Do you always know that you are? You see a light Is it yours? You stumble and grasp But promise is fleeting Or not given at all. “Never” is as inconsequential as “always” Only change is eternal. You are lost. Are you to find yourself? Or must someone find you? Will either serve? Will both? How can you find the answers When you don’t know what the questions are? And how do you stop asking?   Cliff Lake 11/12/2014 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2014

  When It’s Gray   When it’s gray, You do not sample the light. You are not betrayed in the dark, Shapes are formless, their meaning indistinct, When it’s gray seduction is too close.   When it’s gray All the edges are blurred. You may not reach for support, Anything can be a blade, When it’s gray the unexpected can cut twice as deep.   When it’s gray Movement has no meaning. There is no forward, You cannot go back. When it’s gray no direction is better than any other.   Cliff Lake 12/21/2014 ©Copyright Clifford Lake 2014

  Walk   You walk and the direction is unclear. Backwards is not an option, Time moves in one direction. You walk and you may move with someone, You may be alone, Stasis is impossible, Time does not allow. You must walk, You are alive. Not all decisions are yours to conceive. In the end, you can only put one foot in front of the other. Though you stumble when doing so, Forward is the only way to go, The past is already gone. So stumble bravely, Time is the healer, And forward is the only direction available.   Cliff Lake 11/15/2014 © Copyright Clifford Lake 2014

  Half     Half a life, Half a love, Half a hope, Half a dream, And in the end, You have to scream.   You cannot have what you barely see, You cannot hold with inconstancy. There is no hope where there is no truth, You can’t hold smoke with nail and tooth. It’s a half a life when you live a lie, And lonely tears are the ones you cry.   Half a life, Half a love, Half a hope, Half a dream, Can’t find an end; You chose the theme.   You cannot love when you can’t forget, A shit-stained passion you now regret. A promise made in soiled sorrow, Rots any promise of a bright tomorrow. Your future rutted by karma’s wheel, Your present crawls with the dirty deal.   Half a life, Half a love, Half a hope, Half a dream, There is no end, It’s so unclean.   Half is here, Half is gone, Half of all, Half of none. And in the end, You’re half undone.   Cliff Lake 8/8/15 Copyright ©Clifford Lake 2015  

  The Loser   There he sits in front of the box, hypnotized by a fate he created. Who has abandoned him? Loyalty was always a one-way street. One by one they fall; inch by inch closes the inevitable. “Why me?!?” he wonders, “Losing is for suckers!” he reminds, Still the box makes noises he does not want to hear. He cannot look away; the room feels smaller, filling with his odors: feces and sweat. Some things are familiar…   There he sits in front of the box, heated by words that cannot be, yet still are spoken. Who has he abandoned? They must stand by him still; loyalty is all! One by one they fail; inch by inch come the lawmakers. “Who are THEY?!?” he shouts, “I am always the winner!” he details, Still the box tells secrets no one was meant to hear. He will not look away; the room is hotter, filling with emotions he does not acknowledge: fear and doubt. They are getting too familiar…   Still, he sits in front of the box, inflamed by truths no one ca

  Stained in Red   You, Republican, when will you understand the chosen color of the GOP is red?   Red.   It is the stain of your party. It is the color of the blood on your hands. Why wasn’t Sandy Hook enough? Why? What wasn’t learned from Columbine? What blinds you to a lesson played out over and over? A lesson in blood. Did you think the Harvest Festival was meant to reap bodies? Do you think that now?   The chosen color of the Grand Old Party is red.   Red.   It pervades your party. It is the color of the blood of children staining your hands. Why is it you cannot honor the dead of Parkland? WHY? What have you learned from your precious NRA? Is it that in time one can learn not to be shocked? Do you think the count of bodies is not yet enough? Do you think their deaths serve the greater good? Do you think at all? Do you feel?   The chosen color of the Republican Party is red.   Red.   It defines your party. It

  Notes From Four July 2022   The guns are blazing in Highland Park and it’s not even noon. But let’s protect those SA 2 rights all out of proportion to prudence, Because there’s varmints after the chickens sometimes, And prairie dogs need shredded in South Dakota.   How dare you distress me with your freedom?   The religious Right have taken control of the highest court in the land. And the violated woman, maybe her daughter are forced to carry through, Based on incomplete understanding of a book 2000 years old. Yet somehow violence borne is the Word of God.   How dare you regress them with your freedom?   Or the printed page is somehow the only influence of your children? Are you so weak that your own actions do not leave some impression? That your words, your deeds, your attitudes have no effect? That an inanimate object becomes the one thing that you suspect?   How dare you suppress us with your freedom?   Are alternative lives so frigh

  The Supreme Thwart   And so, this year our nation’s progress is coming up too short: Flamed arrows shot by the unseemly scheming Court. Autonomy, good sense and sanity is what they would abort, A blue wave, our freedoms saved, must be our set retort!   Kavanaugh and Thomas, so bound up in religion, Gorsuch and Barrett the same in their onerous decisions. We see today’s Court overweighted in division, It’s time we implemented long overdue revision.   Everything is changing, they remain the same. Walking back the country in a stupid vicious game. They’ve squandered all our innocence and introduced such shame, We won’t put up with it, we’ll have the evil all unknit, and see them all enchained.   Prayers and guns, where “Christians” run are seen as hand in hand. But Jesus said, “The sword’s too red, you do not take that stand.” But on the Right, they have short sight, firearms they will expand, While this Obscene Court will still wield the coarse b

  A Short One   Well, he’s five foot five and he’s barely alive, Just how much longer can he survive, The harsh environment where he used to thrive, Given the results of his current drive?   Retreating, conceiting, so many ways deceiting, His armies so often failing at completing. Wasn’t it just days that they were supposed to be defeating? How long before this results in his unseating?   When did this man’s intelligence fall benight? Has an illness caused a too early twilight? What is the basis for his rage and despite? Has he seen upon the wall the moving hand to write?   Well, he’s just five foot five, and how will he contrive, To continue to control the maddened beehive, That he awoke to attempt to deprive, A sovereign nation’s right to remain alive.   Well, he’s just five foot five… Why do we still put up with his jive?   Cliff Lake 6/30/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  SCROTUS   The Extreme Court of The United States today struck down Roe vs. Wade. This shame will not be unanswered. This atrocity will not go unpunished.   Six versus reason. Six versus health. Six versus autonomy. Six versus every woman in America.   The Unclean Court of The United States this week undermined Miranda rights. This blot will not go un-erased. This infamy will not go unscoured.   Six versus discernment. Six versus bounds. Six versus innocence. Six versus every undefended American.   The Regime Court of the United States this week undercut gun laws. This dereliction will not go unrebutted. This crime will not stand.   Six versus rationality. Six versus sanity. Six versus sense. Six versus every fucking life in America.   The Supreme Court of The United States this week exposed their corruption. This breach of trust will not go uncorrected. This malfeasance will not go uncleansed.   Six versus our majority

  Status     The squirming, the worming, the indefensible most detestable attempted unconfirming. In what way are these the actions of one we would call “president”? How do these actions speak of such a man as “leader”? Are we so blind that we must follow a known cheater, a proven liar, a charlatan beholden to the basest of his own instincts? Are we so weak that we must back down from a man that will not act for himself? Are we to allow a common bully to upend our America?  No.   Not in any manner will we allow our subservience to one so flawed that he cannot lose with the grace and dignity so long associated with our experiment in democracy. We have a process. He tried to avoid it. We have a procedure. He tried to subvert it. We have a mechanism. He tried to break it. He failed. He fails still. Is this so surprising from a man that cannot keep a casino afloat? Is this so astonishing from a man that cannot sell water? Is this so stunning from a m

  Stand Up!     I want you to look to Shaye Moss. Do you know what she did?   She stood up.   I want you to look to Ruby Freeman. Do you know what she did?   She stood up.   Do you know why? Because they are proud. Proud to be black. Proud to be women. And proud to be Americans. They stood up.   SAY HER NAME: SHAYE MOSS. SAY IT! SAY HER NAME: LADY RUBY. SAY IT!   They stood up for you! They stood up for me! THEY STOOD UP! They were proud to volunteer for America. They are proud still. I am proud of them. THEY STOOD UP. THEY STAND STILL! These are the American heroes of our times! These are Americans.   SAY HER NAME: SHAYE MOSS! SAY HER NAME: LADY RUBY!   STAND UP. Stand with these Americans!   Say their names… And stand up.   Cliff Lake 6/22/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Smoke   It’s always been a mirage. The taxes that remain unpaid and unseen. The Rudy that worked for free. The inflatable assets that shrink at will. The real estate that folds in upon itself. The building projects that blow in; gone at a moment’s notice. The university that taught P.T.’s greatest lesson. The vodka and water that evaporated too quickly. The steaks that burned themselves but were never well done. The airline that crashed without any noise. The travel site that went nowhere, tell me can you find it now? The nonprofit that lined his pockets. The Trump Taj Mahal. The Trump Plaza. The Trump Castle. Gone, gone, gone. It’s all a fairy tale much too grim. But worst of all? The defense fund that never existed. Satan Claus doesn’t even believe in himself.   Cliff Lake 6/18/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  You Pays Your Money…   Hello Republican, this is Fantasyland, Where there is no Russia, but there’s border caravans. Where there is no belief in white supremacy, But somehow, you’re replaced by the minorities.   Where Disneyland now practices some abomination, And oil drilling is better than any conservation. Where more guns and even more than that, Will save all the children, cuz weaponry’s where it’s at.   Where the evidence presented by J6 committee, Can easily be explained away; don’t look and you won’t see. Where Donald Trump and his minions didn’t really plan a coup, Even though we all watched it, both me and dammit even you.   So double down Republican, I mean what is there to see? An election fund that isn’t there, you’re grifted willingly? He loves you, right? He’s said so, on and on, And there’s just no way, that all he says is all just part of the con.   Bless your hearts.   Cliff Lake 6/16/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 20

  Fun, Fun, Fundable   But is it just about the money?   I wish we could have been there when Bill Barr told him. I wish we there when Bill said it again. I wish we there when Bill told him, “It’s all bullshit.” I wish we were there for that.   The election was over, but he was still collecting money? It was over and he was still collecting money? He was still collecting money.   We were all there when the courts told him. We were there all 61 times. We were there when court after court told him, “There isn’t any fraud. We are not finding fraud.” We were all there for that.   The court cases were over, but he was still collecting money? The cases were over, but he was still collecting money. He was still collecting money.   We saw that Arizona told him that Joe was still on top. We saw that Georgia told him that Joe was winner there. We saw that state after state after state told him, “Joe’s got the votes. He’s always had the votes.”

  See   See how they peacefully protest. See the love in the air. See the windows peacefully broken. See the peaceful gallows raised. See the barricades peacefully snatched away. See the cops peacefully beaten. See the bear mace peacefully sprayed. Hear the peaceful cries of the mob. Hear the peaceful punches land. See the lovefest for the policemen. See the respect for democracy. See the peaceful baseball bats swing. See the peaceful flagstaff’s impacts. See the peaceful kicks to the face. See the peaceful riot unfolding. See the peaceful charge up the steps. See the peaceful search of the building. See the peaceful shit on the walls. See the peaceful theft of property. See the peaceful storm of the Capitol. See the peaceful transfer of power. See all of it, then try to deny.   Cliff Lake 6/12/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Your Nightmare   Okay, listen up, Mr. Conservative, While you so loudly tout a child’s right to live. But when comes to guns you remain resistive, In fact, it really looks like you’re just combative.   You keep inventing reasons and causes galore, While assault rifles are busy creating new gore. The solution isn’t in making more and even more, That only results with more young flesh being tore.   You have a chance, don’t do nothing again, No solutions advance, so the fun never ends. We can all get back to gunning down family and friends. Well, we’re not giving up on this fight, But tell us how do you sleep at night? I hope you don’t!   So there GOP, time to seize the day! With so many guns out there this shit won’t go away. What’s it gonna take to get you to say: “Fuck the blood-spattered money and fuck the NRA!”   You have a chance, don’t do nothing again, You make excuses, but you don’t make amends. We can all get back to gunning

  Downsized and Done   Where now are the orange flames? Look how they do slowly fade. Where are the belittling names? And the promises that have gone unpaid? Where are the adoring crowds? They tire of the same old lies. Where is the vengeance avowed? It seems like it’s in short supply. When is the big overturn? Is it still going to happen “soon”? Have the red hats started to learn? Is the air leaking the balloon? Where are the donations going? Is there really still a war chest? Why is the momentum slowing? Is everyone much less impressed? What’s happened to loyalties hard sworn? Have they faded because they’re one-way? Why is there sudden old guard scorn? Have the costs grown too large to defray? A shadow that once had loomed so large, Will pass as truth’s light does reveal. No more lies in a constant barrage, We will finally trump this ordeal.   Cliff Lake 6/8/2022     Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Mono Slowdium Greene   I’m starting to worry about MTG; She’s displaying some vulnerability, By making it all too plain to see, That she favors white supremacy.   It’s not a case of ambiguity, Being an NRA queen bee, She thinks that guns should be more free, Than people are, like you or me.   Another area of concern, Is her inability to learn. New knowledge she just seems to spurn, While old tropes she will gladly churn.   To Bible times she would return, Because she cannot quite discern, Between a past for which she yearns, And the result of which where the world burns.   Thus I fear of her insanity, And her misread Christianity, It’s not simply some inanity; It’s a case of no humanity.   Cliff Lake 6/6/2022     Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  Prime Time   The House J6 committee, Getting down to the nitty-gritty, None of it’s gonna be real pretty, Gotta say I’ve got no pity.   Mark Meadows are you still taking your texts? Will you try to look all perplexed? Will you say they’re out of context? I’m pretty sure your luck is real hexed.   How you gonna explain your crime time? Are you gonna plead the 5 th in mime time? Maybe you’re gonna do a dime time. How you gonna look in prime time?   You guys tried an insurrection, After losing an election. Now the House completes detection, Bear witness to your rejection.   Gotta wash away the slime time, Gotta clean up all your grime time, Gotta set a new paradigm time, Gonna clean your stains in prime time.   Cliff Lake 6/5/2022;    Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  A Blessing   I didn’t find a mass shooting in my email today. That makes it one day in a row. Tomorrow may get here too soon. School is letting out for the summer… Where will the killers go to practice their art? Where is the next altar to the NRA? Perhaps the hunting will not be so easy, Or perhaps it will, The children will not be able to get inside, Because Senator Rafael Cruz is afraid of doors. He will let the blood spill outside for the good of the NRA. Do you know when the next psychotic blood let will occur? Me either. But if we all get some good old American iron, We can support the NRA. They need us you see, Because they don’t pay taxes, Or accept responsibility, Or have consciences, Or even Louie Gohmert’s heart. They have us for all of that. We can bleed. God bless the fucking NRA.   Cliff Lake 6/4/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

  At’s     The GOP is adamant that the Dems are after SA 2, Well Republicans, that’s not the case, so here’s some truths I’m going to @ back at you: @RepKenBuck claims the Ar-15 is required to defend domestic fowl, The bullshit he’s piling on is so deep that he is required to use a trowel. @replouiegohmert is of the belief that we think he has no heart, No Louie, what we actually think is that it’s your soul that is torn apart. @RepMattGaetz is hedging his bets on “shall not be infringed”, Put that way Matty, you just sound catty, and more than a little unhinged. @LindseyGrahamSC, has his ’15 so he can defend against gangs, Yet no matter how many kids in schools are shot up, he never feels any guilt pangs. And @RepMTG said that she believes in “a heavily armed population”, Perhaps she’d like to stop by Tulsa today and witness that mutilation. Oh and @laurenboebert, what does she assert about guns going to Ukraine? @RepBoebert, your brain must be hurt; th

  A Note to Teddie   Rafael Edward “Ted” Cruz, as an American politician, Can you explain to me or anyone the status of your condition? Your emotional distortions, in tandem with your mental contortions, Can only be explained by your bank account’s proportions. How dare you try to explain away the deaths of children in Uvalde, By way of a teacher’s negligence in securing a doorway? No matter which way the tale is spun, it’s become apparent to everyone, That your loyalties are bought and paid for by the purveyor of the gun. To twist the facts you’ve tried and tried, some you’ve even tossed aside, But the central matter here, Ted, is you’re accessory to homicide. Second Amendment remains secure, it’s obvious that we need a cure, But the NRA’s onus and your allegiance to them you are trying to obscure. Bravery is not defined by the roar of the carbine, Is it true Ted that without the gun you truly have no spine? By advancing the stance we see, the depth of

  Dead Words   Second Amendment’s debated now, word spake long into night, But words are words, it’s action now that must address this plight.   In all this matter, with all the words, with all that will be said, Remember this: you cannot query the dead.   So gather ye, if ye must, in quorum and committee, And if blooded specter be brought before you, well that’s just some tough titty.   For as you debate and debate some more, get this through your head: It doesn’t matter what word you use; you cannot convince the dead.   AR-15s, assaulting dreams, do they assuage all your fears? Or just too mean, somehow unclean, and create some mother’s tears.   By the NRA’s briberies you continue to be lead, Take some spent bullets along and commiserate with the dead.   Will an unlocked door even the score, will it keep out evil men? Or will there be more at the grocery store, what will you do then?   I ask you; I will keep on asking: how many more tears

  How Many?   On May 24, 2022 With classes going and homework due, Lunch wasn’t even quite through, In a school in Texas where the bullets flew…   How many times will they have to run? How many ways are the arguments spun? How many times ‘til it doesn’t stun? How many children will face the gun?   Only ten days since the grocery shop. Only ten dead from the killer at Tops. It’s not as if lives are any cash crop. How many die before a full stop?   How many times will they have to run? How many ways are the arguments spun? How many times ‘til it doesn’t stun? How many children will face the gun?   Over twenty dead in the month of May. Almost as if it’s every day. How do we hold the violence at bay? How many more lives have to pay?   How many times will they have to run? How many ways are the arguments spun? How many times ‘til it doesn’t stun? How many children will face the gun?   Cliff Lake 5/24/2022 Copyright © Clifford