Aboard Amtrak's Sunset Limited, dozing in their recliner seats during the last hour before reaching Lafayette, Louisiana. The Red Women Warriors dream of Gandy Dancers.
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Gangs of mostly black men using muscle alone, dancing heavy rails into an alignment that joined the nation by an iron umbilical cord linking West Coast gold to East Coast greed, with call-and-response vocal accompaniment.
"Why not," says The Donald, "a wall
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of iron stretching from California to Florida?
"Strung with trains thick as bamboo and hard as wartime lies!"
The Donald offers to show His bone spurs to reporters. They turn him down.
"See, folks, fake news," He snorts.
"If the Dem's demonstrated cleaning assault weapons on a school playground, them press rats would be on it like editors on cheese.
"But my war wounds?
"Nothing!"
A tuft of grey-gold hair blows down from atop The Donald's 78 year old head and hangs by a thread before His open mouth. His eyes cross focusing on the tuft. Then, He commences chewing on it.
"Move over Mexico," He speaks between the strands.
"Canada, too. I'm hearing a lot of people saying Canada, too."
He twists and twits, "Let's see'em get across that wall."
Ivanka brushes His hair and strokes His wallet. Her husband, Jared Kushner unspools backchannel lines to the Kremlin and Saudi Arabia. Kushner is shielded from view behind his genetically pure, self-proclaimed uber-patriotic leader and Father-in-law, The Donald.
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"A Supreme Court backed back-channel, too!"
Boasts Stephen Miller, a beardless bald gargoyle for The Donald's organization.
William Barr, one-time U. S. Attorney General, and sometimes Trump Family consigliere, nods agreement on both sides of his face.
Behind them a righteous chorus of Evangelical Preachers sings in hypocritical jubilation,
Our dream Clown Car descends on a golden ribbon, in a manner befitting American highway mythology.
"Streets paved with gold,"
Barr calls out, like some dreamy field hand of yore.
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Miller responds,
"Immigrants done been told."
High stepping out of the Clown Car shod in long yellow shoes the color of The Donald's tuft, bent-backed and whisking away obstacles in His pathway are Republican Party regulars led by stunned-face Moscow Mitch McConnell, of Kentucky. Pulled behind him on a velvet pedestal stands Nikki Haley, of South Carolina. She is wearing a Cheshire Cat grin and a heavily tarnished golden leash. Next, rolling about on the pavement, their yellow shoes pointing straight up and wiggling patriotically for The Donald, comes Lindsey Graham, of South Carolina and George Santos, New York Republican once removed.
Other toe-and-heel men follow, then spokes-critter lawyers for powerful chambers of yes-and-maybe contributors.
They clear the walk as it grows more shadowy with each step of their hobnail sneakers, and each sweep of their dancing brooms.
"For the goal of smaller decentralized government," Moscow Mitch laughs discreetly up his sleeve, while slapping the fat former Attorney General across his ample back. The fat former Attorney General shakes his wattle and hoots out puffs of laughter. The two look rather like broken-down old steam engines loping along the rails.
"After us?"
Moscow Mitch calls out.
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"Who cares what floods,"
the cross and party faithful call back.
They all giggle, waddle, wobble, and fart off down their respective goldbrick roads.
Back of them, wearing yellow alligator shoes and walking piously in their shadow is Mike Johnson of Louisiana's Fourth District, and miraculously Speaker of the U. S. House of Representatives. He prays openly from the Ten Commandments but utters nar a word critical of Trump nor other Trumpeters.