J.H. in Lake Forest, CA, writes: The origin of this verse is unknown; it’s been around since at least 1956, though in slightly different form:
The election is over; the results well known; The will of the people is clearly shown. Let’s forget our troubles and show by our deeds That we’ll give our leader all the help that he needs. So let’s all get together and let bitterness pass; I’ll hug your elephant and you kiss my donkey.
Thanks to Atlas Obscura, I have found a website that soothes a curmudgeonly mind while avoiding the current disaster called American politics. Here I found eight of the rudest places on Earth.
Ragged Ass Road, Yellowknife, Northwest Territories
Caroline Cutter Headstone in New Hampshire – a gravestone with a grudge
Shit Fountain, Chicago, IL – a bronze coil of feces
The Dove, London England where a typesetter committed his typeface to the Thames rather than to his partner.
The Grudge [Al Ba’sa], Lebanon, Beirut – how to block your brother’s view.
Classmates, San Antonio, TX – a bronze sculpture to “mansplaining.”
The Indecent Little Man on the Church of St. James, Brno, Czechia
8. Hotel Casanus – spend a night in a giant colon!
Although I am not at death’s door, there are those moments when I can see the door from here. To prepare for the Day of Atonement, I have a few requests for my all my loved ones (family and friends).
First, don’t say “He passed.” I died. Saying “He passed” sounds like I had a bad urinary experience or an unhappy encounter with cannibals.
“Two cannibalistic ship captains passed each other in the night.”
Second, don’t say “He is in a better place.” Repeated requests to all Abrahamic religions – Judaism, Christianity, and Islam – have produced diddly squat so there is no corroboration for this assertion. You can say that I am in good company.
“You go to Heaven for the scenery and hell for the company.” –Mark Twain
I may have better luck with Buddhists because a Zen Buddhist pizza guy once said he would make me one with everything.
Third, please do not have responses say anything about resting in peace. I have no such intention. For eternity, I plan to pester, bother, aggravate and, in general, annoy anyone who ever incurred my wrath.
“Agitate, agitate, agitate.” –Frederick Douglass
If you wish to delay the inevitable arrival of death’s door at the end, you can listen to the interminable The End by The Doors: