Silence is Golden: The Embodiment

 

Maine is blessed with pristine vistas where souls can find their quiet repose and reflection. The soothing sounds of nature, while rejuvenating, prove to us that in the silence of the forest it is nearly impossible, even in the whisper of the wind and the chirp of the chickadee, to find complete silence. And yet, Jared Golden has managed to achieve the impossible.

As the sound of shuttering death, the slam of the doors of venerable, generational establishments of private enterprise in Maine reaches a deafening cacophony under the heavy misguided hand of Governor Mills , there has nary been a peep from the less than Honorable Jared Golden. The Second Congressional District, which he represents, stands to have irrevocable damage done to its fragile economies as the Governor crushes them beneath her mindless heel, yet not even the customary whimper of Democrat talking points from the Congressman. Mr. Golden has become the embodiment of fearful silence; hidden, cowering, and invisible.

One would expect, as CD2 is facing impending doom from the barrage of Draconian measures from his Party, that Golden would at least have a trembling prepared statement in her defense. Is it too much to ask for a Congressman from rural Maine to have the backbone to stand against Nancy Pelosi and Governor Mills to speak in our behalf? But Behold!, fellow Mainers, Representative Golden has managed the courage to vote, in pensive, furtive subjection, to have someone else vote for him.

-Andy Torbett TMCV

The Old Dame

 

There was an old dame

Who lived up in Maine

She thought she was such a queen

She took from your living

Demanded your giving

To her every whim and dream

She said she knew best

Ignored the protest

She failed every test

A lie was her quest

Her budget was lacking

The bills were all stacking

She knew she must find a way

To cover the shortfall

She looked for a windfall

Quixote had windmills to slay

She cried with all zest

“Go hide in your nest!

You are all blest

That I know what’s best!”

She said, “There is sickness!

Through city, through wildness.

Oh terrors! Oh, dread this could be!”

“Lets make matters worse

And empty your purse!

I need some more money, you see!”

To claim a disaster

We cover and plaster

We silence and master

With fear climbing faster

Its royal deceit

A theft! No receipt

We see through the veil

A sham old and pale

To bow us to fiefdom

And take all our freedom

History warned us

Will history scorn us?

There was an old dame

Who crushed all of Maine

To cover her plot and scheme

by Andy Torbett