The End of the Imperial Judiciary by Michael Doyle
It's the end of the imperial judiciary As we keep freedom as our legacy. No more will lawlessness prevail As we salute freedom's swell.
A district court has less power than the president. It doesn't matter who the White House resident. The day has passed for the rule of law. It's only a pity that some need to recall.
The district courts do not set executive policy. It's never been this way in our nation's history. Until the radical Left tried to remove the president For reasons of divergent views against a sitting president.
This foul blow questions whether our republic will survive. We must keep our separation of powers well and quite alive. Stare decisis dictates we are to follow the precedent of law. It's time this principle is remembered by all.
Common sense demands that a president be able to act, Unless and until it goes against legal principle or facts. I, for one, am proud of the Supreme Court for following the law. The prevailing law that the Left needs to recall.
(c) October 25, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Power is the great evil with which we are contending. We have divided power between three branches of government and erected checks and balances to prevent abuse of power. However, where is the check on the power of the judiciary? If we fail to check the power of the judiciary, I predict that we will eventually live under judicial tyranny.” – Patrick Henry
Eternal stars crack but never fade away. People and their things are relics of yesterday. Birthdays are reminders of time thrown away. In so many words, there is ugliness in what they say.
Like a fly swimming, leaning toward the wall. It inevitably matters as all stars recall That men age and no one notices graciously, And women gain one wrinkle, and fame ends sadly.
Birthdays are only happy outside of Hollywood. It's a trick of light well understood. Candles atop a whipped cream Champagne cake Adds up to that it is, just one more mistake.
Dead roses dance past the St. James Infirmary While posters on the wall echo the injury. A substance unlocks an ageless perversion, But the first glance whispers of a better version.
One for one, life renews in a unity of self. Microscopes and textbooks line the lab's shelf. We all know what seems too good often is bad advice. Meanwhile, a snow globe shaken hints at coming sacrifice.
Birthdays are only happy outside of Hollywood. It's a trick of light well understood. Candles atop a whipped cream Champagne cake Adds up to that it is, just one more mistake.
The stars we gaze at are already dead. Wasn't there a warning in what science said? Dreams hint at life's less-than-gentle infirmity, But a less than you star clings to her mortality.
Hollywood back alleys may promise an improbable cure, But you can bet the motives for it are less than pure. What is it that you are willing to readily sacrifice? Will a new self for an old self prove enough to suffice?
Birthdays are only happy outside of Hollywood. It's a trick of light well understood. Candles atop a whipped cream Champagne cake Adds up to that it is, just one more mistake.
Giving birth through mitosis is an ethical slide Down a slippery slope unless your star needs to divide. Old self for new self is a bargain to be made, Only the weak are smart enough to be afraid.
It feels a miracle to be find yourself young again. Steps must be taken to be comfortable in one's skin. It all comes to what you'll do to get that part, With a smile like that, she comes across as pure of heart.
Birthdays are only happy outside of Hollywood. It's a trick of light well understood. Candles atop a whipped cream Champagne cake Adds up to that it is, just one more mistake.
The switch is made at a Hell of a price. But can it be too much to pay for something so nice? As the star learns to see these things through, Living life chases after sets of endless clues.
What is it that she'll give for eternity? It's a trade-off given for her immortality. It is, after all, just a game of sheerest vanity Here, between the walls of Hollywood's feigned sanity.
Birthdays are only happy outside of Hollywood. It's a trick of light well understood. Candles atop a whipped cream Champagne cake Adds up to that it is, just one more mistake.
(c) October 24, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Between a balanced republic and a democracy, the difference is like that between order and chaos.” – John Marshall, American statesman, jurist, and Founding Father who served as the fourth Chief Justice of the United States
We don’t live in a democracy. We need to stop allowing useless persons from confusing the concepts.
Verses of the Illuminati, Part IV: Leading From the Past by Michael Doyle
Our ruling elites are leading from the past Believing themselves worthy of power that will last. Stalking fear through capitalism for new technology, It's the sweet path to shaping the future from history.
The world is being held in a strategic ransom, All in the name of ending our bid for freedom. Thuggery is afoot by way of our smart devices As we rely on the biases of the elites' advice.
Cloud services hold the depth of our best information, As those in power seek their version of our reformation. Cyber-terrorism could bring the world to its knees, All through manipulation and controlled disease.
Our masters take our skills so that we must rely On the tentacles stretched by Big Brother or die. Living in the virtual world with no passage by which to return, It's a skills issue that we must rapidly unlearn.
The battle, I fear, is already here. Does mankind prevail? Or do we disappear? All the numbers given hold their control. We are branded to this future, soul after soul.
The nanny state sells us as it tells us what to believe. Pretending our best interest as they actively deceive. Everyone is subjected to the influence and preparation. Individuality is our only escape from this narration.
Phobos and the moons of Saturn establish a pattern Of fabricated walls, as the aliens descend again. Tapping on the giant caverns holds the key to the empty Meanings behind the stories that read like a good mystery.
In this new millennium, we are lost amidst our navigation. The circular logic holds the hidden truth of our destination. Tracks are seen transcending the blinking face of the moon. Does this hold the secret to our doom?
(c) October 23, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
I'm thanking God that I'm never alone. Like a moss of love, I roll the stone. Attesting to my faith and fealty, I give our Lord my devoted loyalty.
I'm thanking God that he's fixed my attitude. I now face the world with true gratitude For the holiness that I now serve. I have more righteousness than I deserve.
God's love is great and growing deeper. He is, without any doubt my trustworthy keeper. Through Him, my heart has been made whole Cured of its sorrow as His love heals my soul.
The Lord above in all of His thunder, Rules and comforts all that are under His rule as I stand in my total surrender. My heart has become wholly warm and tender.
My love reverberates like an echo, As I step up and out from the world's shadow. I am freed from the evil of the deceiver. From salvation, I have lived life as a believer.
In the murmurs and whispers, I have known love, Turning my adoring eyes toward heaven above. Tell me, death, what sweet victory has begun Now that I am devoted to the Father, Spirit and the Son.
(c) October 22, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 