A No-Thanks Thanksgiving Poem
I was following some pages
on social media. One in particular
decries the decline
of art and architecture
following the modern and
postmodern movements
of the 20th century,
a sentiment with which I
heartily concur
After a while I had to unfollow this page
because it’s one thing to disagree
with notions like monarchy being
preferable to a constitutional republic
(I was curious to see
which inbred bloodline of
pompous stupid paranoiacs
someone thought should get the job
but no one seemed to have any ideas)
it’s another thing entirely when
nominally intelligent men
have forgotten how things used to be
and beside the point that
it’s impossible to go back.
It was all just lazy, mean and stupid
which is why it failed in the first place.
Here’s what this old man remembers
of those God-awful Good Old Days:
It was not even dignified with “tradition”
and at least that much was true
it was “simply the way things are done”
and the way those things were done
was intolerably obtuse
When our elders are scolding us
from one side of their crooked mouths
about how we didn’t appreciate
our Unique Freedom as Americans™
while sending us home from school for
wearing blue jeans
it can stand for just so long
We couldn’t even buy beer on Sunday
(For the longest time in South Carolina
you could buy toothpaste, but not a toothbrush
on the Sabbath) because God or something
We all knew that one queer guy
the woman who was “that way”
and they weren’t raping children
and didn’t have any “agenda” other
than making an honest living
and doing whatever it was they did
in peace. A lot of the guys were
funnier than the funniest comedians
pre-packaged for us on the three channels
and the lesbians were harder and smarter
than most (nominally) hetero men and got stuff done
so, good grief, you people and
your damned Holy Book again
There was no love, none whatsoever
just the smug coercion of the bully
soon enough the bullies grew old
and died, and as their children
we happily threw the supposed
church-backed restrictions over
one by one, with prejudice
until we came to today
when now we know that
the slippery slope theory
isn’t a fallacy, but axiomatic.
the queers came for our children
smirking and giggling all the while
the blacks enjoy more
preferential treatment than anyone
yet treat the culture that pampers them
with murderous contempt.
The native stocks of Christendom
are being overrun thanks to humanity’s
most ancient enemy, the sons of the father
of lies and murder, whose faith
is based on their blind hatred
of God’s only Son.
The plot goes back over a century.
Every war this country has fought
since 1898 was a false-flag setup
that required no engagement requiring
so many millions of men, women,
and children suffering and dying
for the pure Satanic spite
of the children of the father
of lies and murder.
Once you understand there is such a thing
as sadistic, murderous evil that exists
to immiserate and murder for no other reason
than hatred of everything happy
and beautiful and kind it all makes perfect sense.
The good news there is a God in opposition
to all this, but you’ve been well trained by the enemy
to believe you’re already happy and free in your chains
on the great Death Row of the souls.
The bad news is I’m the mean old man and well out of step
with an age that celebrates children "discovering"
their sexuality. I’m just a mean old man who misses
when girls were ladies and only bikers, sailors, Marines
and other rough men earned the privilege of tattoos.
Who remembers when grown adults didn’t shop
in their pajama bottoms, when every other person you saw
wasn’t old-time circus freak show obese.
I don’t miss the mean old men I grew up
but you’d think we could have stopped
at a happier medium
somewhere along our slide.
You’d be as wrong as me.
Anyway….
I don’t know
about the rest of you
but I’m ready for dessert.
How about you?
