Keith Olbermann is right: Turn the Press on Its Head

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12. Sunday Strategy

Each Sunday, while pundits all chat,
And panels play tit-for-tat,
Let Dems take the stage
With some justified rage —
In towns where the damage is flat.

Not studios bathed in D.C. glow,
But places where real people go.
Stand by shuttered halls
And crumbling town walls —
Say, “This is what Trump has to show.”

Let Schumer and Jeffries appear,
With Warren and Raskin near.
Add AOC’s spark,
And Pete with a bark —
Their message: “We’ve had it. Hear clear.”

By nine, let the networks respond,
By noon, let the socials abscond.
By night, let the news
Show folks what they lose —
When truth meets the stage, not a pond.

The work doesn’t talk on its own,
When airwaves are bought and full-blown.
Right-wingers all scream
While Dems softly dream —
Then wonder why votes never have grown.

No memos or studies we need,
But voices that rise, take the lead.
Where Trump left a hole,
Speak truth, take control —
Let fury and justice proceed.

From Glasgow to Flint, raise the sound,
In places where hope’s underground.
Say, “This is the cost
Of what you have lost —
And who let it all fall down.”

Say clearly who gutted the care,
Who shuttered the jobs that were there.
Point fingers, stand tall —
No whisper at all —
Truth’s nothing if spoken mid-air.

The right shouts from rooftops with glee,
The left types a note quietly.
One side repeats,
The other retreats —
Guess which side the people will see?