A Poem, a Panic, and a Pacers Win

From Daisies to Dumpster Fires

Spring Awakens

(a poem to start us gently)

The robin sings with joyful cheer,

Soft blossoms paint the skies so clear.

A breeze that smells of lilac bloom,

A season born to chase the gloom.

We breathe it in, the light, the grace—

Hope dances in the warm sun’s face.

If only it could stay awhile…

But now we swerve into Trump’s next crazy week.

Well, that was nice.

Now fasten your seatbelt.

We’re plunging headfirst into another Trump Hell Ride, and this week’s installment is brought to you by the letters D, E, and I—because nothing says freedom like dismantling every program that helps anyone who isn’t already on a yacht.

Yes, Trump and his cronies are still on their anti-DEI crusade, yelling about “merit” like it’s a new concept they just discovered on a fortune cookie. Meanwhile, they’re still staffing positions with FOX NEWS loyalists who think diplomacy is when you don’t yell during the first round of nuclear threats.

He’s also dusting off old talking points about military discipline, this time wrapped in fascist bow ties and Project 2025 blueprints. If you’ve never seen an autocrat try to cosplay as your middle school principal, now’s your chance.

But fear not, because somehow his followers think “law and order” means waving a flag while ignoring subpoenas and defunding oversight.

Add to that the newly reopened ALCATRAZ stunt announcement—because when in doubt, build a prison! (Preferably on a National Park.)

So yes, it’s spring outside, but the forecast from Camp MAGA is still mostly storm clouds, punctuated by constitutional erosion and the faint sound of Putin smirking.

Let’s keep blooming anyway.

Because the fight for democracy, dignity, and decency never stops—not even when Trump tries to plant salt where the flowers grow.

Yours in resistance and reason,

Julie Bolejack, MBA

Late-Blooming, Always-Voting, Forever-Reading

P.S. PACERS WON!!!

Hope lives. On to Cleveland.