The Three Bozos of the Apocalypse

The Three Bozos of the Apocalypse

The automotive jet set goes to Washington.

Copy Link
Facebook
X (Twitter)
Bluesky
Pocket
Email

To beg for some money to clear up their debt,
The boss men by whom poor Detroit is beset
Went begging to Congress as supplicants–yet,
Each boss man arrived in his luxury jet.
The boss men’s requests are at this point unmet,
While Congress still wonders: How dumb can you get?

Your support makes stories like this possible

From Minneapolis to Venezuela, from Gaza to Washington, DC, this is a time of staggering chaos, cruelty, and violence. 

Unlike other publications that parrot the views of authoritarians, billionaires, and corporations, The Nation publishes stories that hold the powerful to account and center the communities too often denied a voice in the national media—stories like the one you’ve just read.

Each day, our journalism cuts through lies and distortions, contextualizes the developments reshaping politics around the globe, and advances progressive ideas that oxygenate our movements and instigate change in the halls of power. 

This independent journalism is only possible with the support of our readers. If you want to see more urgent coverage like this, please donate to The Nation today.

Ad Policy
x