Warning- No April fool (except maybe Trump): Is this the charade of the decade

Warning: No April fool (except maybe Trump)

Is this the charade of the decade

Is this charade of decade
For Facebook no accolade
Access not a good look
To data on Facebook
Users dismayed feel betrayed

Chorus:

Are they charades of decade
The greatest made here displayed
Which one may come first
The best or the worst
They are charades of decade

Is this charade of decade
For C.A. no accolade
Cambridge Analytica
Claims snitched personal data
Users dismayed feel betrayed

Is Trump charade of decade
For U.S. no accolade
People want to thump him
Or trade him for wampum
U.S. dismayed feels betrayed

Two optional verses:

Is this charade of decade
For Crypto no accolade
Bitcoin’s a bubble
Ripple’s in trouble
Buyers dismayed feel betrayed

Is this charade of decade
For WordPress no accolade
The twenty eighteen
Theme will not be seen
Users dismayed feel betrayed

Is this charade of decade
USA no accolade
For a USA visa
No way we’ll state media
Trav’lers dismayed feel betrayed

Is this charade of decade
For me no prayed accolade
I’m on social rocks
I need a detox
I feel dismayed self-betrayed

Alan Grace
1 April 2018

See:
https://aaamazingphoenix.wordpress.com/tag/charade/

https://www.theverge.com/2018/3/19/17141138/facebook-cambridge-analytica-uk-authorities-warrant-data-breach

https://www.theverge.com/2018/3/16/17132172/facebook-cambridge-analytica-suspended-donald-trump-strategic-communication-laboratories

Daily prompt:
Betrayed
Warning

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State Department may force all US visa applicants to disclose social media accounts: The plan would affect nearly 15 million travellers annually and requires five years worth of social media usernames to be disclosed.

Also see: https://www.federalregister.gov/documents/2018/03/30/2018-06496/60-day-notice-of-proposed-information-collection-application-for-nonimmigrant-visavisa1

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Be on the Crypto sidelines

Be on the Crypto sidelines

Crypto prices will meander
Can’t smooth with electric sander
Don’t be a clown
Less up than down
It’s best to be a bystander

Alan Grace
12 March 2018

So much for a social media detox. This post is dedicated to my latest follower.

See: https://aaamazingphoenix.wordpress.com/2018/03/09/addiction/

Daily prompt:
Meander

 

Kubla Khan

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

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