How the Grinch Stole the Post Office
A little holiday message to explain the coming holiday wreckage
I thought I’d bestow a little holiday gloom
by reminding you of the grinch who’s still in the room.
That DeJoy remains in his postmaster post
threatens our snail mail from coast to coast.
I don’t mean to spoil your holiday fun,
just to say there’s more work to be done.
No problem we face is insurmountable,
as long as we hold those in power accountable
And fight anyone who abuses their office
So we don’t succumb to the rich and the lawless.
Thanks for what you do to protect our democracy
From tyrants and crooks and our own aristocracy.
As for me, when I’m not teaching in academia,
I’m teaching in videos with Inequality Media —
with talented young colleagues who know how to tell
what’s really occurring, so you’ll know as well.
Please take a look at what we’ve just done
And pass it along, for holiday fun.
(Not really fun, perhaps, given the tone
but please watch and see if it tickles a bone.)
Feel free to add your own holiday poem in the comments.
Speaking to power is always a task, but somebody has to pull off the mask. The greed heads and oligarchs will rob us all blind, it's almost enough to ruin your mind. So join Robert Reich and keep up the struggle, when working together our efforts redouble. A better economy, more electoral clout will help the most people, of that I've no doubt. So take to the streets, protest and shout, that's what a democracy's really about.
So now it’s the season! We know what it’s for!
said the GOP numpties, proceeding to bore.
Good news for the poor is the theme of the season!
So we’ll strip them naked for any old reason.
It’s good for their souls when their bodies are starved.
For tycoons’ Christmas dinner? It’s labor, thin-carved!
So much for the preacher who same to the humble—
he’s a chump. We’ve replaced him with sweets for the grumblers!
Though he preached community we know that’s a crock—
each one, one walled unit, with two count ‘em socks.
Sure, they’re hung by the chimney to collect fiscal bounty—
and we’ve weapons to guard them—ten, twenty—who’s counting?
Come Kluxers, come Proud Boys, come armed Three Percenters,
come Patriot Front and all pallid resenters.
We depend on your power but you’re pulling our slay—
we do dangle carrots but you choose our way!