The world is in the hands of a megalomaniac with the mind of a five-year-old.
All that matters is the cash!
Billionaires are working tirelessly to help you!
War on the Poor
War on the Poor
They’re cutting Granny’s pension cheque;
Cutting Jody’s benefit.
Turning off Claude’s support machine
His payments took a hit.
They’re cutting wages at the plant;
Now robots do the work.
Daddy’s working three jobs now
Elon wears a smirk.
The wolf is growling at the door!
It’s the new war on the poor!
Elon fires an exploding rocket
To the ‘Bay of Broken Parts’.
Needs more money for his play things;
His needs go off the charts.
Don is cutting taxes for deserving billionaires;
Stashing billions in his bank.
Bragging to his sea of MAGA;
Ignoring his own think-tank.
The wolf is growling at the door!
It’s the new war on the poor!
He’s bigging up on Putin,
So he can rob Ukraine blind.
Sucking up to Netanyahu
With a Riviera on his mind.
He’s threatening Canada,
Pouring tariffs on his friends.
Breaking all alliances.
Ignoring all the trends.
The wolf is growling at the door!
It’s the new war on the poor!
He’s selling tons of red hats
While counting out his stash.
He and Melania are selling crypto
All that matters is the cash.
The sea of faithful cheer and holler
Trump swaggers and leers
Stealing all their money
Smirking at their cheers!
The wolf is growling at the door!
It’s the new war on the poor!
It’s survival of the fittest
Slaving for the man.
A cog within their machine
Unless inside the Ku Klux Klan.
Who needs the disabled?
The jublified or dim?
Who needs the gays or blacks?
The enemy within.
The wolf is growling at the door!
It’s the new war on the poor!
We’re rounding up the immigrants
(except the ones we marry).
Sending them to hell and back
While we go making merry.
We’ve got enough labour.
Just need to starve them into work.
All those work-shy namby-pambies
Teach them not to shirk.
The wolf is growling at the door!
It’s the new war on the poor!
Opher 10.3.2025
It amazes me that the billionaires, who already have more money than they could possibly spend, are intent on robbing the poor to get even more.
Elon likes to play with his expensive toys and forever needs more cash. $38 billion in government grants and contracts isn’t nearly enough.
Don pretends to be down with the people while squatting on his gold throne in his mansion.
They are sacking people indiscriminately under the guise of draining the swamp while cutting taxes for the billionaires and donating lucrative multi-billion contracts to their ‘friends’ and supporters.
It’s chaos. A blizzard of Executive Orders. Who needs democracy when you can rule as a King without restraint? Throw enough into the air and people can’t see the corruption. So snuggle up to Putin, strangle Ukraine, genocide in Gaza, rape the national parks, take your foot of the brake with oil. World War 3, The Future? Who cares? Lots of money to be made.
Boris Johnson used to say that if you want to divert attention from what you are doing throw a dead cat on the table. Musk, Vance and Trump are dumping a truckload of rotting corpses on to their table.
A narcissist only cares about himself.
A sociopath doesn’t care about the harm they do to others.
A psychopath actually takes pleasure from hurting others.
A megalomaniac wants to rule the world.
We are in the midst of a new war on the poor and weak. Plenty money to be made! You just have to be a callous bastard!
Russia Stooge? KGB Agent??
Autism? Psychopathy? Or Megalomania?
Canada? Greenland? Panama? Is this what Megalomania looks like?
So he won’t rule out using military force against his own NATO allies?
Is this dementia?
Just think, if he actually does make a move against Greenland or Canada we could find ourselves at war with the USA! That’s the reality of the NATO treaty.
Greenland is sovereign. It’s part of Denmark and has been since 1814. Denmark is part of the NATO block. Any intrusion into the sovereign land of a NATO country automatically initiates a response from all NATO countries – The UK, France, Germany and others would be duty-bound to wade in and protect that country.
This is absurd!
Canada is part of NATO too. Canadians have no wish to become part of the USA, to be relegated from a fully autonomous country into the status of a mere state. They certainly don’t want to be subsumed into the gun-crazy, religious-extremism of what is rapidly becoming a basket-case of poor education, mad conspiracy and complete stupidity – a festering racist, Nazi madhouse!
Has America gone completely nuts?
Perhaps the UK should reactivate its claim to the whole of America, take it over and bring some sanity back into play?
We’ve got much more right to it than the USA has to Greenland or Canada!
When all you care about is money!
The Battle of Futility
The Battle of Futility
The battle’s warming up
In the game no-one can win.
Snake eyes and lotteries
But the winnings mighty thin.
Wearily we are bound;
Time-out in Tom Tiddler’s ground,
Where the storm resounds
And the future’s looking grim.
I never knew it was a war
Nobody ever said.
I never knew the score
Or the bounty on my head.
We played it for fun
But the truth was always more.
A game of two halves;
Not just between rich and poor.
The battle’s always raging –
Survival of the fittest.
As assassins take aim
Leaders draw up their hit list.
What drives a man to distraction?
Is it love? or is it meaning?
To win at all costs
To lead – despite the keening.
I never knew it was a war
Nobody ever said.
I never knew the score
Or the bounty on my head.
It’s a game of many layers
Played on a cosmic level.
With gods and armies, books and guns,
An imaginary devil.
Peeling back the skins
To find there’s nothing there.
But they just want to win
They do not want to share.
I never knew it was a war
No-one ever said.
I never knew the score
Or the bounty on my head.
Opher – 12.7.2024
From this great age I can survey the casualties. My friends fall like chaff.
We started out joyously with such high ideals.
We found our battles for love, for art, for meaning and we were mangled in the machine, shredded in the daily grind.
We look out at the imbeciles driving the lemmings over the cliffs. All with their different reasons. All with the same affliction – megalomania.
Some use politics, some religion, but it all ends up in the same place.
There are so many battlefields on so many levels.
The battle field of fun;
The battle field of reason;
The battle field of power;
The battle field of wealth;
The battle field of art;
The battle field of belief.
All consumed in the great pyre of treason!
Our brains are too big for our bodies.
Our egos too big for the planet.
Vladimir Putin – Dreams of a mad Megalomaniac!
Megalomaniacs are never realistic. They surround themselves with yes-men and so never receive sound advice.
He’s overstepped. Ukraine is showing up Russia for the wet paper bag it is. Putin and the oligarchs have drained it dry. All they have are the goons of the police state.
Time those parasites were kicked out and the wealth of the people put where it belongs.
Poetry – King – an absurd tale of benign megalomania.
Sometimes I am frivolous and silly. I had this notion that if we merely banished all the unpleasant words that all those horrible things might simply disappear.
What whimsy.
If only things were that easy.
Even so, if everyone was to get together and elect me king of the world I would be sure to put everything right and sort all the problems out – honest!
King
When I become King of the world
I shall be absurd.
My first act will be to abolish
Every unpleasant word
(Along with all the concepts
Through which they have occurred).
They shall all be consigned
To the depths of outer space
To be left without a trace.
Top of my list will be guilt
Evil and war,
Followed by torture, greed
And poor.
Then I shall eradicate intolerance
Dishonesty and unfair;
Make everybody cheerful with more words
For happiness and care.
Love, respect and empathy
Shall replace arrogance and hate
So please get all your suggestions in
Before it gets too late.
When I am king of the world
The changes will be quite absurd,
For I am a man of my word.
Hurry please
Time is short.
The election is soon
I am doing all I ought.
There is much to change
I am eager to rearrange
The alphabet
On your marks –
Get set!
OPHER 25.3.00