Donald Trump's inauguration poem describes Barack Obama as a 'tyrant'

[tenderfoot]

'With purpose and strength he came down from his tower, To snatch from a tyrant his ill-gotten power. Now the cry has gone up with a cheer from the crowd: 'Come out for the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!'

A poem has been written for Donald Trump's inauguration that pays tribute to his Scottish ancestry and attacks Barack Obama.

The President-elect's mother, Mary Anne Macleod, is a Scot and grew up on the Hebridean island of Lewis.

The poem, which refers to snatching power from “a tyrant” who has “ill-gotten power”, was written by celebrated American poet Joseph Charles McKenzie of the Society of Classical Poets.

The poem, published in full in The Scotsman this weekend, reads as follows:

"Come out for the Domhnall, ye brave men and proud,

The scion of Torquil and best of MacLeod!

With purpose and strength he came down from his tower

To snatch from a tyrant his ill-gotten power.

Now the cry has gone up with a cheer from the crowd:

“Come out for the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!”

When freedom is threatened by slavery’s chains

And voices are silenced as misery reigns,

We’ll come out for a leader whose courage is true

Whose virtues are solid and long overdue.

For, he’ll never forget us, we men of the crowd

Who elected the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

When crippling corruption polluted our nation

And plunged our economy into stagnation,

As self-righteous rogues took the opulent office

And plump politicians reneged on their promise

The forgotten continued to form a great crowd

That defended the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

The Domhnall’s a giver whilst others just take,

Ne’er gaining from that which his hands did not make.

A builder of buildings, employing good men,

He’s enriched many cities by factors of ten.

The honest and true gladly march with the crowd

Standing up for the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

True friend of the migrant from both far and near,

He welcomes the worthy, but guards our frontier,

Lest a murderous horde, for whom hell is the norm,

Should threaten our lives and our nation deform.

We immigrants hasten to swell the great crowd.”

Coming out for the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

Academe now lies dead, the old order rots,

No longer policing our words and our thoughts;

Its ignorant hirelings pretending to teach

Are backward in vision, sophomoric in speech.

Now we learnèd of mind add ourselves to the crowd

That cheers on the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

The black man, forgotten, in poverty dying,

The poor man, the sick man, with young children crying,

The soldier abroad and the mother who waits,

The young without work or behind prison gates,

The veterans, wounded, all welcome the crowd

That fights for the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

Whilst hapless old harridans flapping their traps

Teach women to look and behave like us chaps,

The Domhnall defends the defenseless forlorn;

For, a woman’s first right is the right to be born.

Now the bonnie young lassies that fly to the crowd

Have a champion in Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/donald-trump-inauguration-poem-barack-obama-tyrant-scottish-heritage-a7530506.html

[True Dough]

1. There was already a poem written for Donald years ago

It's entirely fitting. Would also work for his inauguration, even though it's almost a month late:

Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot
But the Grinch who lived just North of Whoville did not!

The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.

It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.

But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But, whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes,
He stood there on Christmas Eve hating the Whos,

Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town,

For he knew every Who down in Whoville beneath
Was busy now hanging a hollywho wreath.

"And they're hanging their stockings," he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"

Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I must find some way to keep Christmas from coming!

For, tomorrow, I know all the Who girls and boys
Will wake bright and early. They'll rush for their toys!

And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
There's one thing I hate! All the NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

[MBS]

14. + 1000 n/t.

[jmowreader]

68. Oh, there's a much more Trump-appropriate version of that one...

Every Who down in Who-ville liked Christmas a lot…

But the Grinch, who lived just north of Who-ville...did NOT!

The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don’t ask why. You know damn well what’s the reason.
It’s not that his head isn’t screwed on just right.
Nor that his shoes are too big or too tight.
And though the Whos claim it’s the biggest reason of all,
It’s not that his heart’s even a little bit small.

No, he was workin’ retail.

He worked for long hours. He worked for low pay.
He worked to take crap from the Whos every day.
He sat, head in hands. “They want it all free!”
“They run me so hard I have no time to pee!”

“They’re robbing us blind!”  he shouted out loud.
“They won’t let us out of a thousand-Who crowd!
“And just to be sure our life’s made pure hell,
"they bring back things we don’t even sell!”

“But the thing I hate worst,” said the Grinch with a groan,
“is Christmas itself; it’s way overblown.
“They cut down a tree and hang torches all over it.
“Them worry about fire? Not even a bit!
“When the damn thing goes up in a roar and a blaze,
“That’s when they serve Who-road-kill in a light Who-fruit glaze.”

“When the road-kill is gone they do something worse!
“They join in a circle and sing dirty verse!”
“They sing about sex. They sing about drugs.
“They sing rotten songs ‘bout Saint Nick and his thugs!
“The day I hate worst, is two days from now...
“I have to stop Christmas — and I think I know how!”

“It’s all about Who-beer!” he said with a grin.
“And Who-wine, and Who-Scotch and Who-Bombay-gin!
“The night before Christmas they meet at a pub.
“They blaze up Who-joints and fill up a tub.
“With Who-Purple-Jesus, and all the Whos say,
“that’s the only Jesus they’ll need on that day.”

“And when they go home, I haven’t a fear,
“They’re so high they can’t see! They’re so drunk they can’t hear!
“They’ll sleep on the floor. They won’t lock the door.
“They won’t know what happened a minute before.
“So I won’t need costumes or stunts or a ruse,
“I’ll just walk in and take all their Christmas refuse.”

And that’s just what he did. He strolled into their houses.
He stole the gizmos and gadgets and even the Who-mouses.
He took red balls and green lights and little silver bells,
And fancy Who-dresses and lip-sticks and hair gels.
He took all the presents, then just for a thrill
He even made off with the Who-road-kill!

He piled all that stuff in the middle of Who-square,
in hopes that the Whos soon would be there.
“They’ll think it’s a lark but it won’t be a joke.
“when their whole joyous day goes up in black smoke.
“With a can of Who-gas, and a Who-willie-pete,
“the Whos’ rotten day will soon be complete.”

Just then, the Grinch’s Russian cousin said “Nyet!
“Dear Grinchski, I’ve got the best idea yet!
“Your Who-gas and grenades might make a big pyre,
“But nothing can beat Artillery fire!
“I have lots of rounds. I’ve got a big gun.
“I’ll shell it all flat. We’ll have lots of fun!”

The Grinch hid in a church, stood next to the light,
Turning it on would put rounds into flight.
For he knew nothing would make him feel more alive,
Than the boom and the whistle from that old two-S-five.

The morn came. The sun rose. The Whos soon appear.
Bloodshot and bleary-eyed and reeking of beer.
Then they looked on, amazed. “Why’s our shit in the square?
“We don’t remember putting it there.”

Twas then that the Grinch flipped the magical switch.
Sergei Ivanov yelled, “Son of a bitch!”
He grabbed up the lanyard, yanked with all of his might,
And the first of five hundred rounds boomed into flight.

The first round hit a plant that made bluing.
“Sergei Ivanov, what the hell are you doing?
“Up fifty, left forty and fire for effect,
“Unless your brain is addled with a latent defect.”

The rounds hit the square. The presents went splatter.
Causing the Whos to scurry and scatter.
The Grinch marveled. “Oh, what a wonderful sight! Seeing Christmas burn!
“My glorious plan’s past the point of no return!”

Just one thing to do. The Grinch lifted a pane,
So he could hear the soulful refrain
of three hundred Whos with their Christmas hearts broken,
standing there crying and sobbing and chokin’.

But that’s not what he heard. Nothing like it at all.
Why, it sounded like the Whos were having a ball!
They were singing. And dancing. Their hearts were a-prancing.
They brought out Who-beer and joints of Who-weed,
They made up a feast of roasted Who-sneed.
They gathered up the frag and put it in a bag,
then turned it into a giant Who-hag!

The Grinch started yelling “What the hell is this?”
And was showered with flowers and Who-joints and a sloppy Who-kiss.
“I blew up your things to make you feel bad,
“But this is the greatest day any of you’ve ever had.
“You should be sad, but you’re hipping and hopping...”
The Whos said, “Are you out of your mind? We get to go shopping!”

Well, they pulled the Grinch out of that nice Who-ville store,
And sent him to one in Ulan-Baator.
So while you’re having a nice Christmas day,
Give a thought to the clerks who helped make it that way.
They toil in long hours down in Retailer Hell,
for money that won’t buy the stuff that they sell.
So dream of sugar plums and reindeer in flight,
and Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

[VMA131Marine]

2. This is a joke, right?

Apparently Joseph Charles McKenzie should be much less celebrated. What other total crap has he written?

[wordpix]

9. "We immigrants hasten to swell the great crowd." lol

perfect, Donald! Right? This reflects the Don exactly

[MFM008]

3. Deluded POS

.........

[Wounded Bear]

4. I'm guessing that poem won't win any awards...

[wordpix]

11. terrible, as a teacher I give that poem an F

for Fuck that shit

[Wounded Bear]

61. On second thought...

Trump will probably give him a medal of freedom.

[brooklynite]

5. I was certain the poem would start with "There once was a man from Nantucket..."

That said, nothing in the story suggests that this poem is part of the inaugural program.

[eleny]

6. And the Obamas are expected to sit through that?!

I so hope this is a joke.

[highplainsdem]

7. That's fascist, strongman-worshipping crap. McKenzie wrote a similar piece of crap

attacking Hillary Clinton as a "feral queen of wrath" in honor of Trump's election:

http://classicalpoets.org/citizens-for-donald-j-trump-by-joseph-charles-mackenzie/

[Chiyo-chichi]

8. "The Independent" is owned by Russian oligarch Alexander Lebedev.

I kid you not.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Independent

[malchickiwick]

10. Is this used to help teach Widdle Donnie how to rhyme??

I mean seriously, it's like something a sixth-grader might turn in for a "C" grade.

[Paladin]

12. "Come down from the Bung-Hole, ye brain-dead damned trumpsters;

"And bear witness to our nation, being flushed into dumpsters."


I've read better poetry than Trump's on mens'-room walls.......

[octoberlib]

18. This is excellent.

[Paladin]

46. That creepy "poem" is going to attract a lot of well-deserved scorn.

Glad you appreciated by contribution.

[bdamomma]

13. I would turn my back on him

if he ever said this, or just have him arrested.

[bettyellen]

15. Good lord that's bizarre

[smirkymonkey]

16. Oh FFS!

Seriously? What the hell is wrong with these people? We are supposed to be good sports and "respect the office of the presidency" and then they go and pull shit like this?

[highplainsdem]

17. More crap from McKenzie, not poetry but a column attacking Biden vis-a-vis Ryan in 2012:

http://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2012/08/paul_ryan_young_joe_biden_old.html


Most of that is a crazed-sounding attack on Biden for being a liberal Catholic.

And McKenzie's self-identification there as a "traditional Catholic" makes mee think he's also the troublemaker behind a very nasty website I've found some web pages condemning. More on that later...

[oberliner]

27. Is it Laypopes?

There seems to be some chatter about that.

[highplainsdem]

31. Yes. See my reply #28 below

[emulatorloo]

19. Well, Trump is "anti-status quo". Obama and liberals dems are "status-quo" so that makes him evil

It is just logical, right? (Sarcasm)

[haele]

20. Can someone check if there's any plagerization from Robert Burns in there?

Did someone get the extra-large box of refrigerator magnets over the holidays to write this word salad?

Blah-bla-bla, Blah-bla-bla, Blah-bla-bla, Blah-bla.

Okay, the meter and rhyme endings scan - like any halfway decent fifth grade "introduction to poetry" exercise would, but any imagery that can be teased out of this mess is bouncing all over the place like a game of dodge ball during afternoon recess - and like a recess dodge ball game, there's no point to it. Just a bunch of shallow conservative talking points pasted together higglty-pigglety with some faux "He-landers" affectation to glue it all together - with no conclusion.

Because I suspect this might be a "6am on the day it's due" throw-together effort, I'd give the author a "D". And not just because it's conservative talking points and Donald "MacLeod" (see, he couldn't even name the goon). Even if it was a poem about saving the dolphins and trees - it's a train wreck of a poem on the level of something my five-year-old grandchild would attempt.

WTF does that this whole thing mean, McKensie? What poetic vision are you leading your readers to?
You're ending this thing on on "For, a woman's first right is the right to be born - Now the bonnie young lassies that fly to the crowd - have a champion in Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!?" -
- So did you actually intend to close on what essentially can be interpreted as "You ladies need to keep your babies, and you young girls need to be accept being protected by the "Pu**y-grabber" in chief? Not some rousing "Make America Great Again" lines, or some "he will protect us all from enemies, foreign and domestic?" You end your poem on the imagery of submissive women?
Hmmm?

Or is this your version of an Onion submission?

Haele

[Tanuki]

38. I think he plagiarized the meter from 'Twas the Night before Christmas

[vlyons]

21. Not even a good poem

The Sottish references won't be understood by Traitor Trump's supporters. They probably don't even know where Scotland is. Plus no one will buy the heroic treatment of Traitor Trump. Worst of all, the poem does not inspire me to a higher purpose. Shouldn't an inaugural speech be inspiring? This one leaves me flat, bored. bleeh

[Princess Turandot]

22. My guess is that this wasn't solicited by anyone: the guy also wrote a poem celebrating Trump's

election victory. To wit:

A Citizen arose, and men of blood,
With wrists for necks and heads a folded fist,
Advanced against him in a scarlet flood
Of wrath, whose feral queen shrieked in their midst.

Ahem.

The Scotsman reported it, which is probably why a few other sites picked it.

BTW, if you google the 'celebrated' poet's name using quotations, you get an impressive 25 results! (And they're mostly about him being a rightwing catholic.)

[VOX]

62. The "Scots poet" was born on the moors of New Mexico...

Here's his website...be sure and tell him what you think!
https://mackenziepoet.com/

[nolabear]

23. Sacrilege! It's so awful you'd think it was satire.

I fear it's not. But I guarantee you it won't get read at the inauguration. He's freelancing.

As a fellow friend and poet said, it's doggerel as if written by an actual dog.

[Raine1967]

24. I don't think this will be presented on Friday - at least I hope not.

The dude is in Scotland -- I doubt Trump would invite him --

I HOPE NOT.

[Buns_of_Fire]

48. That's what Jon Voight is there for! Dramatic readings!

And who says the short-fingered vulgarian ain't got no culture?

[Raine1967]

50. Oh lord, please no!

[Buns_of_Fire]

58. It was that or have Lee Greenwood set it to music. nt

[Yo_Mama_Been_Loggin]

25. Huh?

What a lot of hot air.

[Horse with no Name]

26. This entire trump Ilk cannot say or do anything

Without insulting someone else.

[highplainsdem]

28. More background on McKenzie and his writings:

First, see my replies above for another poem he wrote, one that attacks Hillary Clinton, and a column he wrote five years ago attacking Joe Biden.

At the end of that column McKenzie identifies himself as a traditional Catholic. He's apparently, based on my googling, not just a lower-case "traditional" Catholic, but an upper-case Traditional Catholic, a splinter group I wasn't aware of (I haven't been a Catholicc myself for decades).

I found this out via web pages that popped up about infighting in a Traditional Catholic parish, infighting during which McKenzie reportedly created a nasty website called Laypopes.com for posting "anonymous exercises in character assassination" attacking people critical of a bishop he liked.

http://www.cathinfo.com/catholic.php?a=topic&t=9639

The reason I'm pretty certain this is the same McKenzie who wrote that atrocious poetry idol-worshipping Trump is this section of a discussion of McKenzie and his writing for Laypopes on another page of that Traditional Catholic site:

http://www.cathinfo.com/catholic.php/Joseph-Charles-McKenzie-is-behind-Laypopescom

* McKenzie has attended soirees and hob-nobbed with the greatest modern poets of our day. He considers himself a genuine poet. Not that I disagree. I'm just saying it's significant in light of the fact that Laypopes makes the claim that the Ballad was written by a "genuine poet".

So this crappy poetry about Trump is written by a reactionary Catholic known for causing trouble with his writings even in his own little splinter group.

And he has, as far as I can discover, zero credibility as a poet. No real history as a poet.

[highplainsdem]

32. Correcting the last sentence above. McKenzie does have a website peddling his bad poetry.

I'm not going to bother posting the link to it.

On it, he complains that his style of "traditional lyric poetry" has been "censored" because it clashes with elitist publishers' "Marxist-totalitarian world view," LOL. Very creative excuse for never achieving the fame he believes he deserves, since he compares himself to Yeats in that section of the website, and Shakespeare in another.

So now he's writing slavishly adoring odes to the Orange Twitler, as another bid for fame, apparently.

[oberliner]

47. I think it is genius

In terms of self-promotion. Previously no one would have heard of him. Now the Trump crowd will become his fans.

[hedda_foil]

29. The Scottish story of Dumbnail of MacLoed portrays him as a stupid strongman literally.

MacLeòid Dhùn Bheagain agus Dòmhnall Mòr na Banntraich.
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Title - MacLeòid Dhùn Bheagain agus Dòmhnall Mòr na Banntraich.
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Summary - MacLeod of Dunvegan and Dòmhnall Mòr na Banntraich.

MacLeod of Dunvegan had a dispute with an Englishman while he was in Edinburgh paying his land tax. The Englishman lifted a cannon. MacLeod bet that he could find a stronger man in the islands.

He heard that Dòmhnall Mòr na Banntraich from Grimsay was very strong. He went to see him and test his strength. Dòmhnall Mòr was unwilling to leave his widowed mother and take up MacLeod's challenge. MacLeod gave his mother money to keep her until her son returned, and promised plenty more if Dòmhnall Mòr won the bet. They went to Skye where he was given the best of food to build up his strength. However, he became weaker instead. He returned to his usual diet of potatoes, shellfish and milk.

They went to Edinburgh. Dòmhnall Mòr went to have a practice on the night before the contest. He carried a cannon round the park and decided it was too light. It was filled up with stones to weigh it down. The next day, the Englishman was unable to lift it and MacLeod won the bet. He sent Dòmhnall Mòr home by packet steamer without a word of thanks, and didn't give him the money he was promised.

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Date Recorded - 1976.08
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Item Notes - The contributor heard this story from his father.

Permanent Link - http://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/fullrecord/106887/1

[oberliner]

30. Not exactly On The Pulse of Morning

Reads like a parody.

[highplainsdem]

33. You have to see the reaction on Twitter:

https://twitter.com/search?q=joseph%20charles%20mckenzie&src=typd


Some of them:

Move over, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings. Joseph Charles McKenzie is the new worst poet in the universe.


Joseph Charles McKenzie should have sent us each $25 dollars via square cash before he wrote that inauguration poem


I would like to state, for the record, that I, as an American, have never celebrated the poet Joseph Charles McKenzie.


Brb, have to Google "who the fuck is Joseph Charles McKenzie," because that may have been the worst thing I've read in a while.


"Celebrated American poet Joseph Charles McKenzie" LOL. PR email I got for this was hilarious.


Welp, poets won't need the ACA anymore because they all just spontaneously combusted after reading Joseph Charles McKenzie's inaugural poem.

[mainer]

34. If this is true. the Obamas should walk out. Or not attend at all.

because this is personally insulting to them.

[highplainsdem]

40. See my reply #37 below. The Independent apparently fell for self-promotion by the poet,

who sent out PR emails hoping someone would bite.

[Initech]

35. Takes one to know one?

[mahatmakanejeeves]

36. That does it. I'm boycotting haggis. NT

[highplainsdem]

37. Comments from Salon managing editor, who thinks the Independent "got trolled":

I'd quoted one of her tweets in my reply above, but just checked her account for more context. It sounds as if the "poet" sent the poem out himself to lots of publications, and sadly the Independent took the PR email seriously.


https://twitter.com/eekshecried/status/821444776943910913

"Celebrated American poet Joseph Charles McKenzie" LOL. PR email I got for this was hilarious.


There is zero evidence at this point that this scrap of doggerel will be read aloud within 100 miles of the inauguration.


"There are things in the poem which are quite frankly shocking and offensive, in spite of its obvious literary qualities." said the PR email


There are no obvious literary qualities, nice try.


Sorry you got trolled, Independent.

[tenderfoot]

49. thanks for the update

eom

[Vinca]

39. I love the first comment in the newspaper -

"So, when is someone going to drop-kick this ball of orange splooge off a rooftop and be done with it? There will be no legitimate president of the United States in 4 days.."

[Tommy_Carcetti]

41. That's so.....alt-right.

"The Domhnall."

Yeah.

Is this story real or this some sort of prank? I smell bullshit.

[highplainsdem]

42. Real, and sadly due to publishers falling for PR email from the bad poet. See my reply above

from someone at Salon who saw the PR email.

[Tommy_Carcetti]

44. I was expecting a Pepe the Frog reference thrown in for good measure. nt

[highplainsdem]

43. Unfortunately, the Scotsman fell for this poet's PR email too, and published it.

http://www.scotsman.com/news/politics/scotland-inspired-poem-created-for-donald-trump-inauguration-1-4340260


The paper's readers weren't exactly impressed.

[highplainsdem]

45. LOL! Wonkette calls it "A perfectly horrible new Vogon poem written to 'pay tribute to his

Scottish ancestry,' which may well come to be seen as the Plan 9 From Outer Space of inaugural poetry"

http://wonkette.com/610540/vogon-poetry-to-dominate-trump-inauguration-you-have-been-warned

and for anyone who doesn't get the reference to Vogon poetry:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vogon

Perfect comparison, and I wish I'd thought of it.

Wonkette's other comments show she followed the same online tracks I did:

Robyn will be along shortly with a close reading, but sweet merciful Crom on a Segway, it’s bad. Like, we thought maybe Trump had hired Mike Myers to come onstage and say “If it’s nae Scottish, it’s CRAP!” But this very special commemorative poem, perpetrated by “celebrated American poet Joseph Charles McKenzie of the Society of Classical Poets,” is…something. We’re not so sure about “celebrated” — the first Google hit for him is wingnut blog “American Thinker”; subsequent hits suggest he’s an anti-Vatican II Catholic writer. And his Extra Special Poetry Homepage makes it pretty clear that his latest “project” apart from the inaugural poem is self-published, because “A century of modernism has destroyed publishers’ ability to recognize, much less market, traditional lyric verse.” As far as we can tell, the wingnut Catholic and the bad poet are the same guy.

[lapfog_1]

55. This poem could be worse than

"Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" which means McKenzie could replace Vogons as the 3rd worse poets in the galaxy.

[HassleCat]

51. If they have the brass balls to read it aloud at inauguration

I expect ever last Democrat to stand up and leave in a quiet, dignified manner. I'm not kidding.

[LisaM]

52. I don't think there's anything official about it.

The article I read didn't say it would be "performed" at the inauguration.

[Rex]

53. NP. I just wrote a poem for Trump, here goes

Roses are Red, FUCK YOU!

[snpsmom]

54. Sombody fixed it for him

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=4377728956559&set=a.1105954964254.2029080.1088161275&type=3&theater|

[Drahthaardogs]

56. Too bad he's of German descent

Not Scottish.

[ismnotwasm]

57. "A woman's first right is the right to be born"

Amongst other ugly sexist drivel.

So weird.

[July]

59. That is not poetry.

That is a sad and obvious attempt to prop up a fool. The claim that Trump (Domnhnall, blah, blah, blah) is the champion of any downtrodden people is laughable, and doubly laughable is the fear of women expressed at the end of this "poem."

[VOX]

60. What a steaming pile of MacHorseshit.

And I say that having mostly Scottish ancestry myself. Makes my enduring Drumpf a bit heavier load to haul.

[MerchantofLight]

63. Translation

The Best of MacLeod
By Joseph Charles McKenzie
Translated into Reality by Harrison Max Pfingsten

Come out of the closet, ye racist and proud
The son of a slum lord and girl from MacLeod!
So pompous and smug he came down from his tower
To pull down that uppity black man from power
Now the cry has gone up from the lynch mob (read crowd)
“Come out for Domhnall, the bane of MacLeod!”

When good ol’ boys cannot say “nigger” no more
Nor call gay guys faggots, or call women whores
We’ll stand for the man who displays no restraint
And giggle as liberals go pale and faint
But he’ll soon forget us, we men of the crowd
Who elected the Dohmnall, the shame of MacLeod!

Dohmnall’s a corrupter by his own confession
Who gorged on the broken dreams of the recession
As self-righteous rogues played the game of obstruction
Used the threat of default to control reproduction
We dupes, who elected them, formed a great crowd
That defended the Domhnall, the curse of MacLeod

The Domhnall’s a sheister, a con man, a fake
Ne’er paying the glaziers for windows they make
Nor the builders of buildings, or those of that sort
Knowing his lawyers can beat them in court
The class that he screws blithely joins with the crowd
Standing up for the Domhnall, the worst of MacLeod

True friend of the migrant, as long as he’s white
For Domhnall knows colored folk fill us with fright
Those Muslims are dang’rus, we don’t want them here
They’ll impose Sh’ria law, and turn us all queer!
We ignorant hasten to swell the great crowd
Coming out for the Domhnall, the bane of MacLeod

Those Lib’ral professors can all just retire
We’ll throw all their fancy ass books in the fire
The Bible’s the only good book that we need
Assuming that some of us learn how to read
The wise high school drop outs bring brains to the crowd
That cheers on the Domhnall, the shame of MacLeod

The black man in poverty’s obviously lazy
The poor man is stupid, the strong woman’s crazy
The Muslims are monsters, the gays God just hates
The Mexican rapists can wait at the gates
These vile epithets are red meat for the crowd
That fights for the Domhnall, the curse of MacLeod

And then there’s the women, those ungrateful bitches
Expecting men’s pay, and wearing men’s britches!
The Domhnall will put them all back in their places
Tear up Roe v Wade, and throw it in their faces
Now unwanted children weep amongst the crowd
That voted for Domhnall, the worst of MacLeod!

[Maeve]

64. Welcome to DU!

[ismnotwasm]

65. Excellent!

[Rhiannon12866]

67. Wow! Well done!

Thank you for sharing that with us and welcome to DU!

[Blue_Roses]

69. Hahaha..

[MrScorpio]

66. He was drunk when he wrote this drivel, right?

FDT.

[Maru Kitteh]

70. What a miserable bastard.

[oberliner]

71. So this turned out to be BS

There was no inaugural poem.

[Ken Burch]

72. "He's enriched many cities by factors of ten"?

...Would those cities be located on THIS planet?...

[Ken Burch]

73. "...the bonnie young lassies that fly to the crowd..."?

Well, alright, if the next line is changed to:

"Are fleeing from Domhnall 'Pussgrabbing' Macleod".