From "Bullet Blocker" http://www.bulletblocker.com/bulletproof-school-safety-protection.html
"School Safety Solutions"
school shopping in the fall wasn't the same
of course, the prices were higher that was a given
but everyone was pleased, surprised even with the selection colors and styles
logos from favorite teams
brand names, almost cool
the jackets came in denim, leather, and fleece! a few girls complained the skirts were too long mothers appreciated the extra protection fathers, the extra coverage
there were other options, too
"school safety solutions"
book bags, backpacks, three ringed
bullet-proof binders
no one brought up helmets perhaps those would be on
the required list
next year
(A poem in response to SB 174, a half-baked piece of Alaskan legislation to allow guns to be carried on campuses. Get your bullet proof gear here: http://www.bulletblocker.com/bullet-proof-clothing.html )
[The following is "found" poetry from Sarah Palin's Speech in Wisconsin April 4th, 2016]
About The Trump, Or Crash the Fish Fry --- A poem by Sarah Palin (Sort Of)
I’m
walking dead, and cold
green
and gold, green and gold
paraphernalia
everywhere, my dad’s cave
three
core issues, all the guys running
the
political class betray us
so
much an expression of will, an ATM for their wallets
competition is so good
And they’re really shaken right now
don’t know what to do about the Trump
train, about the momentum, the movement
They don’t know what to do
they’re shaken, and this awesome awakening and shifting and
sifting
exposing this rabid bite, hang on to their gravy
it’s a very healthy cleansing of the body
heal the body, save our nation.
See, the connected crony capitalists, profit suffer profit
suffer
profit
push
reckless cost
treasure America’s
daughters in uniform.
three issues.
First
immigrants, more and more
the border, of course, every single day.
with Washington so destabilized
the middle class crowding
at the scale.
kicked away
the ladder stability, a disaster
for we the people
big things
they like to let their chosen one, or chosen ones get away
with betrayals
inducing and seducing them with gift baskets
teddy bears and soccer balls
inviting more.
Second
trade the loss of our modern civilization for shame
politicians, the greatest manufacturing known to man.
right under our noses
political incompetence, corruption nonsensical
laugh all the way to the bank
the art of the deal.
Cheating
how our middle class disappears.
Cheating, scare people. talking about threats
we lose the American
most exceptional Politicians create a warped and dangerous
road
trade, fundamentally transform America
into something we don’t recognize
kids grandkids they’ll never know
God creates us in order to work
thank God not someone who understands Ronald Reagan
Reagan saved the hog
Reagan saved that. He saved Japanese motorcycles to combat
the semiconductor
Shoot the establishment
start a new movement – #NeverReagan.
Third
number one priority
only one candidate piece-meal together some reckless
nation-building scheme
it’s our military that keeps us free
peace-loving, generous Americans, are the infidels and must
die well,
only Trump talks rationally about listening
as president and hiring the best of the best to work
with those who share the Islamic threat with strong, strong
engaged extremists
unleash terror here.
And laugh at, friends.
common sense stuff
campaigns that only
You deserve
It’s funny but not really.
Mr. Trump’s personally responsible for policies that
actually cost American lives
and trillions of dollars.
Gen. George Patton said it best “Politicians are the lowest form of life on
Earth.”
He said save our nation.
Remember the end of the line here.
save the nation.
And it’s going to take love
we love our own families.
So, yes, Be civil. Donald J. Trump, and crash your fish fry platform
It will save our sovereignty.
go today
touch your tundra tires
to a gravel bar
dip your wings to the wolves
a bear, a moose, the caribou
fly perfect circles,
in the midnight sun
fear nothing
be restless, only with stillness
like the Kuskokwim,
always in motion
always churning, turning
humor twisted
lips uplifted flaps
in a perpetual grin
fly on
remind us how to soar
how flight without
the pilot
is life without love
an existence not meant
for man
allow the rhythm of
the cub's hum
to become the drum
within us
our hearts, now in two
renewed
until one day we
will fly too
