General Discussion

There once was Scott Bessent so keen,
Who claimed that the press was obscene,
For calling things “crisis,”
In war-time devices,
Though chaos was plainly the scene.

A spokesman on CNBC one day,
Asked markets and prices at play,
But Bessent just hissed,
As he dodged and he missed,
Letting facts slowly slither away.

When Donald Trump stirred conflict abroad,
With actions both reckless and flawed,
They said, “Don’t alarm—
There’s no cause for harm,”
While the world watched events and was awed.

There once was Brendan Carr who cried,
“The free press has taken a side!”
Yet scrutiny’s role
Is to question the whole—
Not march along puffed up with pride.

With billionaires shaping the news,
Like Jeff Bezos adjusting the views,
And David Ellison in line,
The headlines align,
Till truth is more awkward to choose.

“There’s no need for panic,” they say,
As tensions keep rising each day,
But calling it calm
While ignoring the harm
Makes reason just wither away.

And if not a crisis, then what?
When conflict is suddenly struck,
If war’s not the word,
It’s simply absurd—
To claim that it’s nothing but luck.



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