PROCLAMATION of the CONSTITUTIONAL CLOWN
Pursuant to a thorough Constitutional Audit of the current record, the Clown Institute of America (C.I.A.) has moved to seal the public docket.
In deference to the Founding Fathers’ vision of a perfected Union—and the clown’s ancient duty to speak truth to power—we are entering a period of Judicial Recess.
The 31-member global philharmonic is being formally seated. The re-codification of the Bill of Rights through song and scholarship is underway.
Silence is the temporary price of clarity.
Watch the Horizon. The Summons is coming.
— Cornelius William Everett
Trump took a dump in his pants
In a gilded, marbled expanse
Picked a fight with Canada and France
With every smug, corrupt advance
Obfuscated the Epstein files with a dance
A crooked spin, a sidelong glance
And stole a bunch of poor folks’ grants
It’s about time we take a freaking stance
No more silence, no more chance
Glance at the lies in the nightly news trance
Trance of the screens where the spin starts to prance
Ants in the halls of the old governance
Marching in lines to the beat of mischance
Can’ts that they feed us to blunt our advance
Saying, “Sit down, be quiet, accept circumstance”
Lance through the boil of their fraud and romance
Piercing the myths of their clean provenance
Nance on the talk shows will smirk and enhance
Every thin, flimsy lie with a practiced, slick dance
Rants from the rooftops and streets in advance
Shaking the windows of wealth’s arrogance
Slants in the stories that poison the plants
Where truth might have grown into bold resistance
March with the people and give hope a chance
This is the hour we rise and advance
Next target, J.D Vance…
@LongIslandAudit But, but, but... aliens! UFOs, come on, man! This is big stuff. All that other stuff is just liberal distractions, isn't it? I'm so confused... Do you think they actually look like E.T.?
@LongIslandAudit Their "unseen truth" is so all-encompassing that nothing else is visible. We are witnessing Grifter’s Paradise. The Jackals, Hyenas, and Vultures are salivating as they circle. Double down, triple down. They need us all the way down, like four flat tires.