President-Elect Donald Trump (not a Hoax! not a Dream! not an Imaginary Tale!) now warns…

Drum-roll and eye-roll, please…

That unless the Biden Administration acts to address the debt-ceiling issue before he takes office in three weeks and a day, there will probably be a Depression.

Some people still take him seriously, even though “baseless claims” is one of the favorite ways journalists describe things he says.

Oh, by the way, in case you didn’t notice, he wants to buy Greenland and make Canada the fifty-first United States of America. And just in case you didn’t notice the historical record, this is consistent with the dark side of American History known as Manifest Destiny. Thieves in power have throughout American history stolen or swindled or otherwise indecently acquired just about all of what is called America. The short answer to the question “Why, in the name of all that’s decent, do they do this?” is “Decency has nothing to do with it.”

He is also reported to be “walking back” many of his more apocalyptic campaign promises.

And his bromance with Elon “Smells Like Teen Spirit” Musk continues, enraging a few of his minions.

And George Stephanopoulos apologized to him for calling him a rapist and not merely a sexual assailant.

There is poetry in this. After all, “Howl” by Allen Ginsberg is considered just as much a poem as is “To My Daughter” by Weldon Kees, which follows the Sonnet format down dark, corrosive corridors. And Ginsberg started his poem by asserting that good minds have been driven mad.

I don’t know how good my mind is, but I do know that I am a lot madder that I was half a year ago.

Writing a screed about the Great American Come-On is the least I can do, since I am anti-violence but am just as virulently anti-being-violated, both as an American and as a child of Mother Earth.

And, speaking of Mother Earth, does everyone notice that the land Trump covets will be the last havens north of Antarctica from the ravages of global warming? The same global warming that “Drill, Baby, Drill” will exacerbate?

Coincidence, Friends…or Co-Incidents?

Literally, and urgently, I implore all with a conscience and courage to get The Hell out of Here

before it’s too late.