“[W]e conservatives... stated that our No. 1 priority was... making Obama a one-term president... [and] were largely silent when the most egregious and sustained attacks on Obama’s legitimacy were leveled by marginal figures who would later be embraced and legitimized by [most] of us.” Senator Jeff Flake (Politico)
A frightful monstrous creature,
A Faustian bargain, ours the guilt,
In fact he bears our feature.
“Like God we made him after us
In likeness, point for point,
A deviant homunculus
Our party did anoint.
“What we desired, so he professed;
What hinted, he spoke boldly;
He nurtured at the party breast,
Our ‘milk’ malicious moldly.
“The milk of kindness we had none,
But slander and deceit
Were nutriments the simpleton
Imbibed upon our teat.
“We didn’t care that he might wreck
The poor and peasant persons
We sicced him on—we call them dreck—
But now the damage worsens.
“The compass of his reach extends,
Ourselves now in harm’s way,
And as catastrophe impends
My late words I must say:
“Wake up, my fellows! We did wrong!
Our treachery now lumbers,
Hulking, malicious, mean and strong,
And we have been but stumblers.
“My party, oh, my party—wake!”
This was the midnight sermon,
A panic spiel expressed by Flake,
Some truth so to determine.
So he expressed a modicum
But their corruption deeper
And broader than the monster’s sum,
Viral infectious sleeper.
The party slandered for so long,
Lied and misrepresented,
So late now to discern the wrong,
Mortal although repented.
Yet flakey members of that band
Hope to absolve themselves—
But guilt runs decades long like sand,
Though months may come by twelves.
It was no easy task to make
But took concerted effort,
Collective, like so many a flake
Before a blizzard’s suffered.
The howling blizzard starts to blow,
With blindness brought by drifting snow—
No need for a forecaster.
So many little flakes are cells,
Components not enablers,
Themselves the monster nothing else,
Reduced to feckless babblers.
They wanted to be God and so
Building a monster, head to toe,
This party pop-u-lar did.
Its Flakes and Fausts and Frankensteins
United in the cause,
Built up abomination signs
Foretold, but fail to pause.