The Lunatic Fringe 2015

Original Poem by DC Dave

The Lunatic Fringe 2015

Where would one locate the lunatic fringe?
On what does this term of opprobrium hinge?
I speak of those people who lack the ability
To do anything for their pure gullibility.
Whatever tale anyone might conceive
These credulous creampuffs would no doubt believe.

They’d believe that a bullet would change its direction
As if from a magical mid-air deflection.
And a fighting young leatherneck PFC
Could teach himself Russian and travel for free
And then when the time came, believe it or not,
He’d pull off a motiveless, murderous plot.

They’d believe that the law is the sort of profession
In which criticism can foster depression,
Depression so deep that an upstanding man
Would do himself in with his very own hand.
He’d take his last drive, just as slick as you please,
Without even using his motorcar keys.

They’d swallow a story, and be none the wiser,
Of a powerful bomb made of farm fertilizer.
Lacking the long unused skill of deduction,
They can’t see how unlikely is the destruction.
Unable to reach firm conclusions and hold them,
They’re ripe to believe anything that is told them.

They’d believe that huge shoes fit the feet of a clown
And that hijackers knew that our jets would stand down.
They’d believe those two Chechens, and it could make you cry,
Could never be patsies for the FBI,
And the turmoil in Ukraine, they have the impression
Is every bit caused by Putin’s aggression.

The pity’s that few have the slightest conception
Of the insidiousness of the deception;
We’re not so much governed as arrantly ruled
By those who regard us as dupes to be fooled.
We’ll never get out of this terrible fix
Until we see who are the real lunatics.

Poem and Narration by DC Dave

Video by BuelahMan

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8 thoughts on “The Lunatic Fringe 2015

  1. A very compelling poem by DCDave. You didn’t make the first picture of your vid resemble the one in the side bar, did you BMan? Did you? If so, you hit the nail on the head. Appearances are deceiving and once the woman on the right pulls down her mask she will look like the one from the insane asylum. If people would just understand. Great job!


    • Its funny you mention her. As I was pondering graphics to use, I first considered a great deal of required photoshop work, to put faces on various asylum patients. But it would have taken days and days for me to complete. Then I realized that people would understand anyway.

      I felt that first graphic was just scary enough, while being kinda cute, too.



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