A fluttering of the quill(s) *PING*.
THE SECOND GREATNESS [with apologies to William Butler Yeats] Turning and turning his positions in the widening gyre The barber cannot tame his falcon' hair; Jeb falls apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the polls, The GOP-e tide is turned, and everywhere The voices of Establishment are drowned; The Worst might face conviction, while the rest Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation's on his hat! Surely "the Second Greatness" says his hat. The Second Greatness! Hardly are those words out When yet another policy reversal Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand; A great wall (but with great revolving door) An "assault" weapons ban? An "honest broker" between the terrorists and Jews? Portends the deal of deals with Stretch and all her friends... The darkness drops again but now I know That nearly thirty years of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by Boehner and McConnell And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Fifth Avenue to be born?