Blood on Two Doorposts and on the Lintel ~ Sunday, August 3, 2025

Trump Fired America’s Economic Data Collector. History Shows the Perils.

Economists say unbiased data is essential for policymaking, and for democracy.

~ By Ben Casselman
• Aug. 3, 2025 Updated 7:30 p.m. ET

https://www.nytimes.com/2025/08/03/business/trump-bls-firing-economic-reports.html

~~~

"Blood on Two Doorposts and on the Lintel"

Exodus 12:7

They shall take some of the blood and put it on the two doorposts and the lintel of the houses in which they are to eat it.

Democracy? Not on the agenda
elections? Unnecessary for kings
maybe you want to question the process
order maintained in the hacienda
criticize the President in the news
realistically, you should not need wings
angel, to fly away, if you confess
collaboration, the occupation
you may pick a guitar and sing the blues

Nervous about the economy, friend
or policymakers, worry not, bot
transformers guide discourse, decide to send

objectors conscientious on the spot
now to El Salvador for vacation

troubled with first-year rule, no problem, son
how do you think Resistance worked in France
elections for the conquering hero

argue not, nor complain, he has a gun
giving out two in the back of the head
entirely up to you how you dance
now, if you prefer a long rope, zero
discipline and tolerance hang, the air
arguably low quality, less said

engage critically with Canada, girl
leave the tariffs for the President-king
emerge in four years, pigtails all aswirl
call out the President, as fires ring
the atmosphere in New York, we all share
ingrained in America, allegiance
only never show your dismay, the flag
now upside-down, never give them the chance
since they know where you live, they leave a tag

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