I turned in my mail-in ballot several days ago and there was no argument in my mind about whom to vote for. But a few days ago I heard on the New York Times's radio program an analysis of how well Trump has kept his campaign promises. That he followed through fairly well is part of the horror, you know, for those of us who are concerned about things like immigrants' welfare and global warming. But if you like the kinds of things Trump accomplished, maybe I began to understand why you voted for Trump (the first time around, anyway). And so I wrote a poem:
I Finally Understand Trump Voters
If you think the country shines
And you want to antagonize Iran
And think China's evil, Putin's fine
And Erdogan, too—then Trump's your man!
And if you think that immigration
Of Muslims means they'd take a stand
To make sharia law our nation—
That immigrants should all be banned
And if you think that every cop
Who kills an unarmed Black man can
Go free of blame, no need to stop
And think, just shoot to get your man
And if you think we should bring back coal
'Cause global warming's just a scam
Or that COVID's just a big black hole
Of lies and hoax, and masks be damned
And if you believe not a jot of science—
Let "alternate facts" inform the plan—
If you like the courts' reliance
On bible and bully, of honor no fan
If you think a woman's nasty
To speak her mind against a man
That the man who lets her's just a patsy
And ought to grab her where he can
And if your pick-up flies two flags:
Big "Trump," Old Glory, hand in hand,
Banners meant to boast and brag
That bullies rule—that Trump's your brand
Well, then, I get why Trump's your man.
He's done all that and more and worse.
You've helped him build an empire on sand.
All woe to our country for such a curse.
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