Dear Friends,
The pseudo scientists did laugh and scoff,
Your reproducibility is trite and totally off,
Our a priori is the way,
With it we’ll win the day,
And then gorge at the endowment trough.
Central planners are destroying the world,
Figuring to emerge after banner unfurled,
They’ll be safe in a bunker,
Protected they’ll hunker,
To be eaten by the people they knurled.
Our culture sells women on an ideal they adore,
Don’t be a wife and mother that they so abhor,
Babies are just too wiggly,
Better to be Eleanor Rigby,
Sitting alone with your face in a jar by the door.
Of Katie Hopkins they made an example,
Slander lies and libel were but a sample,
But she stood tall,
And that’s not all,
Her resistance their egos it does trample.
There’s no arrogance like that of a ________,
Unless we’re talking about an ego _______,
Shilling cons to us all,
Laughing when we ____,
While truth tellers make them go cardiac.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
