W. S. Stan Merwin has been named to the highest literary post in the nation of miserable fucks, put there by the most socialist administration since Frankenstein Delmore Roosevelt allowed Ezra Loomatic Pound to skate by reason of insanity for having caused World War II, during which many ancestors of me and by tea bagger buddies were senselessly slaughtered by the liberal agenda, which is to raise taxes and government spending, and let Jews run everything.
As anyone who has ever followed professional literature in this country knows, Stan Merwin served during the Cold War as a personal assistant to noted American traitor Pound while he was living on the dole at St. Elizabeth's hospital in the same room that another looney tune killer, John Hinckley, resided in after missing Ronald Reagan at point blank range and almost putting some sense into the head of press secretary James Brady, who is now committed to taking the guns out of the hands of people who most need them in these harrowing times when the tumescent minority of socialists and humanists are threatening to shut our flaccid majority of intellectual giants off from the mainstream of American corruption.
Seriously, who was the last Stan that inspired you to greatness? Kurdistan, Pakistan, Berzerkistan, Stan Bukowski, the Livingston or Laurel Stans? OK, I'll give you Stan The Man Musial, but Turkistan, Turdistan, Cunnilingistan? Gimme a break.
God created nuclear bombs to use on the Stans. Show me another planet with Stans on it.
How can ordinary teabaggers stand still and allow a foreign born socialist like Biraq Insane Osama turn our great tradition of Trees and Casey At The Bat over to a fascist commie nazi like Merwin to besmirch the poetry of this great land at a time when we would do better having a dead poet, like Eddie Guest or Strom Thurmond, to write the kind of stirring words this nation needs during this time of crisis?
I am afraid for my country when a man like Stan Merwin is allowed to represent people like me to the Tralfamodian world of arts and letters. I hope you will all join me in voting out all the Democrats and liberals who made his appointment possible in 2010.
God bless, you. God bless America, and may God fuck the liberal humanists up their poop chutes until they squeal to let the true Patriots know where they are, so we can hunt them down and round them up and do what God always wanted us to!