05/24/20: In Which I Muse, After My Fashion, on the Number 100,000 May 24, 2020May 24, 2020 iambanapest100000, 100k, Buchenwald, covid-19, death toll, guns, invective, limerick, muse, musing, perspective, poem, poet, poetry, pro-life, TrumpLeave a comment Image
05/18/20: Regarding the “Spontaneous” Protests of Reasonable Public Health Orders May 18, 2020May 18, 2020 iambanapesta favor I'd like to have done, America's soul, Attila, guns, Hun, Huns, limerick, morons loaded for bear, open up America, paramilitary twits, patriots, poem, poet, poetry, protests, public health, quarantine, shelter in place, toting, TrumpLeave a comment Image
05/16/20: I Don’t Make the Rules May 16, 2020May 16, 2020 iambanapesteyewitness, fitness, Fox News, guns, I don't make the rules, inspector general, kill, limerick, mob rules, murder, our thing, poem, poet, poetry, Pompeo, rub out, Rush Limbaugh, scared shitless, snuff, State Department, Steve Linick, toxin, TrumpLeave a comment Image
02/27/20: Rogue CDC Report on Urgent Public Health Concerns February 27, 2020 iambanapestbuns, CDC, Centers for Disease Control, coronavirus, covid-19, guns, hand washing, limerick, mitts, mouth, poem, poet, poetry, public health, spritz, the president, the runs, Trump, Trump limerick, Trump poetry Image
11/03/19: I Never Asked to Be a Father, and Yet I Am the Best Father Imaginable November 3, 2019November 3, 2019 iambanapestboys, cleaning, coffin, Donald Trump Jr., Eric Trump, fatherhood, freight, grifters, guns, heterosexual, hunters, limerick, mind, poem, poetry, sons, the late, Trump, weightLeave a comment Image
09/03/19: Wasn’t It Andrea True Who Said It Best? “More, More, More! How Do You Like It, How Do You Like It?” September 3, 2019September 3, 2019 iambanapestabundance, American, Andrea True, death, die, dying, gals, GSR, guns, gunshot residue, limerick, moms, more more more!, NRA, pie, poem, poetry, public places, Second Amendment, thigh, tons, TrumpLeave a comment Image
06/23/19: We Don’t Cover X-rays or Medication But We Do Provide Both Pre- and Postmortem Desecration June 23, 2019June 23, 2019 iambanapestcold sweat, corpse desecration, Corvette, Donald Trump Jr., Eric Trump, flattening, GOP, guns, hair gel, health care, healthcare, limerick, Obamacare, poem, poetry, Republican, Trump, unpayable debtLeave a comment Image
06/01/19: Our Lust for Guns Stems From Fealty to Our History June 1, 2019June 1, 2019 iambanapestcorpse, families, founding fathers, ghosts, guns, heritage, holes, hymn, limerick, mass shooting, poem, poetry, rejoice, Second Amendment, sick, soul, tragedy, Trump, Virginia BeachLeave a comment Image
05/09/19: When You Value Something, You Protect It. I Mean, Duh. May 9, 2019May 9, 2019 iambanapestchildren, firearms, gummi worms, guns, I have sniffed eternity in that sweet/sour/sugary exhalation, John Doe, kids, limerick, little toe, National Rifle Association, NRA, pint-size, poem, poetry, school shootings, Second Amendment, Trump, van Gogh, weaponsLeave a comment Image
02/17/19: It’s Cool How You Can Get People Who Don’t Read Newspapers to Hate Them So Much February 17, 2019 iambanapest#MAGA, bad prospects, crap towns, enemy of the people, fascism, First Amendment, guns, Hitleresque, journalists, limerick, male gonads, poetry, psychic fusion, Stalinesque, Trump, use me Image