Mafioso without magnums

 
   "Mafioso without magnums"
   
   A savage saint kinda/sorta mentioned this; thus, I'm coyoting and paper-slinging the good news; next, delivering that resurrected media print, here we go:
   They say Trump can't get things done.  Hell, he's the only non-politician in the mix, save a few shiny objects in the flooding fountain.  Politicians are Mafioso without magnums; specifically, they're crooked goons, too wussy-washed to fight like a truck driver, but have dime-store thugs do their dirty work.  They're bought, sold, and paid for.  Of course they kinda labor, yet so does the bum, strolling from trash can to trash can--if only to feed himself; however, politicians are in the pocket of a corrupting power--give them term limits.  Trump reigns under that idea.  Conservatives, it's not his problem--blame the cheaper suits.
   Reagan and Saint Pope John Paul the 2nd were pals, of sorts.  Zodiac knowledge, survived assassination attempts, thirsted for the reversal of communism in order to actively allow people faith and some green.  Both, sharp dressers.  
   Not much in the skies lately, here.  But King David's words concerning the clouds and what they conceal reminds me.  You can check the flight schedule for commercial aircraft, and you know the Piper-types when you hear their piston-driven propellers; at the same time, the other ones have a sense of mystery.  Uncanny craft.  Maybe just ours.  Maybe going to the Pacific to hunt seminal submarines.