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First, I have a criticism for you, Integrity is not political, It might be lib or con ethics, that's true, But it might not be--and that's critical. I'm sure I'm on the right side of the line, I've lost my old obsession with winning, Or not!  I've done much that's better than fine, Doing great good makes up for some sinning. Melinda has some real gripes against me, May her charity be as good as mine, Only if we're alive can we be free, Saving lives for me is what is divine. I don't believe in original sin, Lakewood, my parents--how lucky I've been.  

  My life is Cardinal Newman's in reverse, He grew up to be a Catholic old man, I'm an old Catholic boy some bishops curse, I'll tell you my story best as I can.   I still think abortion is deeply wrong, I still think black folks should pull up their socks, But I evolved, I learned a different song, Barack was smarter, I wore bigger jocks. I get you're mad at me 'bout '24, I was wrong to run, I gotta concede, But Kamala?  Do I have to say more? I've tried to be good in word and in deed. I'm pretty far gone now, you all know why, So I'll disclose: This was done by AI.

There are three things I trained myself to do, The first thing is to always tell the truth, I always tell lies--they're part of what's true, I'm not a faker--I show I'm uncouth. The second is to always make things new, I'll give my Wharton profs credit for that, You gotta have a new turn of the screw, If not, you're toast, you're old Fred in his hat. The third--always get the snobs to hate me, Doing that gets the people on my side, I don't want a professor to date me, I want you on my roller coaster ride. I've made myself what people really are, I've gotten Oscars.  I'm a superstar.  

Montclair is the town I never moved to, I saw it first when I was nine years old, A South End home that I could have grooved to, My parents chose Chatham, they weren't so bold. I saw it again at thirty seven, Our baby son was in a Snugli pack, The South End could be our fam'ly heaven, We weren't afraid.  Forward!  No looking back. The South End was cheap, South Orange was cheaper, We got a place there for 95 thou, The trains were loud, the house was a keeper, SO was home, Montclair was posh--MAM--wow. I don't regret our choice in '92, My parents' in '64?  That I do. Wayne Eastman, 9-23-2026

Is my land still the land of Hollywood, The land of Walt Disney and Clark Gable, A land of people who think ourselves good, Who believe in our national fable? Is Mexico still the land that Paz saw, A land in which darkness is visible, In which pessimism's a reigning law, In which U.S. optmism's risible? In Netflixismo, our nations unite,  It's bigotry that holds back our glory, Let's tear it from our hearts, let's seek the light, In a manner that's peaceful not gory. Left-right war inheres in Netflixismo, Better it than nation'list machismo.  

At Walmart I drop my Delirium,* It sprays. "Mi falta," I say to the clerk, I'm an agent of the imperium, So it feels.  I pay, thinking I'm a jerk. Minutes later, I return to the store, A new Delirium will soon be mine, But they're gone, not one is there anymore, They've hidden their superpremium line.* Here as at home, sinners are forgiven, "You break it--you buy it!"' does not apply, Mexicans like gringos are now riven, We self-serve and other-serve, sell and buy. In Walmart's boxed temples, ethics converge, Teotihuacan and Old North Church merge. In this temple, sinners are forgiven,