by Alexander Manzoni, Elections Correspondent

Late summer. Early-morning. Three Looming
Pines, they give me A WARNING. With No Words, to
GIVE. The Infernal Inferno hath stopped, for NOW.
But, that doesn’t mean it won’t continue. [extraneous
alien externalization] 

Ash on The Porch. Ash on My Shorts. Will The
Unjust be convicted, in The COURTS? Of course
NOT, but there is ALWAYS The Court of Public
Opinion. Electoral college. Popular Vote. Popular
JOKE. STOKE The Fires with pumping squeezing
BELLOWS. 

Who KNOWS where The Bread Crumb
Trail, shall lead US? Destruction.
Obstruction. COLLUSION? Here, take
one of THESE. I think that ME & YOU
could USE one. 

Don’t GO BLIND watching The Sun, as it
sets. 

Let’s TALK. Let’s WALK a Mile or Two in each
other’s SHOES. Weathered worn-down soles.
Remember Your ROLE— in LIFE, in SOCIETY.
Remember— Your ROLE is NOT so easily
defined. Of course, except by Those SO BLIND,
and unable to so-easily rationally COMPREHEND.
Despite The Lingering Death, in The Air— THIS IS
NOT The END, MY FRIEND!!!! 

The Only END is The END Your BRING
upon YOURSELVES. THE END— it was
FORETOLD by The WIZARD of The Three
Looming Pines. Make up Your MIND.
Which SIDE are You ON? A Consolation
Prize, for ALL!!! HEED The Call of
The Looming Pines. MAKE UP YOUR
MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!