The Ebb and Flow of Mel Gibson

These things do come and go,
but it appears that Harry Reid--
the Left Hand of God--may have a lead
over Sharron, the Angle of God, in Nevada.

That is hard to understand.
Harry--poor soul!--has all the charisma
of the forgotten soul who sits
on the Left Hand of God. He ain't Jesus.

The Angle of God, on the other hand,
has been designated by God Himself
to become the Senator for Sin City.
She has an endorsement!

Still, it looks like Harry has a little lead
in the polls; maybe seven points. I don't know
how Dirty Harry can make himself go on:
an awkward old boxer up against
what God says he wants to happen!

Still--and we need to remember this--
the Lesions of God do awkward things.
Catholics, for instance, wanting to show
the world that they condemn pedophilia,
somehow managed to make the desire for
women to become priests as criminal as buggery.

So maybe Awkward Harry, sitting distantly
to the Left of God, knows something.
Maybe God's Angle is to show Sharron
that, even if you think you are as good
as any old Tom, Dick, or parish priest,
you aren't. God may have chosen
a Rose of Sharron, but she is gravely criminal
if she thinks she is as good as a man.

We have to consider the possibility
that when God whispers sweet endorsement
promises, he does not mean he means it.

I feel better, already!
I had begun to think that it was all over
when The Angle said God backed her.
I forgot she was just a woman.
And that is a grave crime.

When, do you suppose, we will finally
be done with the Middle Ages,
in the Church, in politics, in Mel Gibson?

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