I saw the breathtakingly disgusting performance at the NRA convention of the mountain of ignorant gloop that many millions wish was the leader of their country. I turned to the Oracle for some sanity. This came from the first page of word tiles. I’ll go back later, hoping for something less furious.
You live a lie of bleeding purple hearts,
the message said,
and arm your lazy summer dreams,
drunk on peaches and mirrors.
Is this the picture you see,
the bald justice for the beauty lost?
Why is your coarse cackle still heard,
when their voices are silent?