Judge furious as he rules Trump blatantly ignored order: 'Ham-handed attempt to bully'

[gfarber]

6. The Insurrection Act Gambit

At rallies, he'd grin and incite,
“Just punch them!” he’d bark with delight.
Crowds knocked out dissent,
With Trump’s full consent —
A coward who cheers on a fight.

He lost, then incited a siege,
Still crowned in a second prestige.
Democracy cracked,
Yet voters came back —
Their pledge just performative… liege.

He remodeled the office with flair,
Gold ceilings and faux-leopard chair.
A throne, not a desk,
All power grotesque —
Like Saddam, but with worse hair.

His kin count their crypto with glee,
From Gulf states with no press set free.
Once “funders of terror,”
Now pals with no error —
If the bribes come in USD.

“El-Sisi,” he beamed, “keeps the peace!
Their crime rate is wondrously least!”
No press and no rights,
No protests or fights —
Just torture and prisons that feast.

He plots to send troops where he pleads,
To crush every march that impedes.
While red states protest,
Blue states are suppressed —
The Union, now fractured by creeds.

ICE men with their badges concealed,
Draw guns when their crimes are revealed.
No names and no tags,
Just threats in black flags —
Like Gestapo in Portland, unsealed.

He toys with a law made for war,
To bring military to your door.
With “rebels” defined
As whoever won’t mind —
When he tears up the Constitution’s core.

Ben Franklin would have cursed at the sheep
Who traded their rights for “safe” sleep.
“You’ll get neither!” he’d yell,
From democracy’s shell —
As tyrants their promises reap.

From protest to press, all are threatened,
With freedoms once sacred, deadened.
The strongmen he praised
Have left justice razed —
And still, half the country said, “Seconded.”