Western Lensman on X: ''🚨Victor Davis Hanson just ripped the leftwing narrative on ''disastrous'' Trump polling to shreds. These polls are RIGGED to manipulate public opinion — but the Trump “100 Days” polling was the most egregious he’s seen. The worst offender to Hanson? The NPR/PBS poll: “I don't https://t.co/AU0oMaNR50'' / X-hfcoDavidAUFallenGemma3NineRingsofPower4bitGGUF-prompt3
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Source: https://x.com/WesternLensman/status/1920462515273642329
Table of Contents
Verse 1
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**Tone:** Tragedy (Bleak, Cynical)
**Meter:** Iambic Pentameter (Mostly)
**Rhyme Scheme:** Blank Verse (Occasional Rhyme for Emphasis)
**Characters:** Sir Perivallan Quibble, a cynical historian; Lady Esmeralda, a courtier with a secret plot.
*(Scene: A rain-drenched hall in a crumbling ducal manor. Torches sputter, casting long, grotesque shadows.)*
**Perivallan:**
“The polls, a mire of lies, a swamp of dread,
Where truth drowns deep, and reason lies dead.
These leftwing swine, they poison every slide—
Their narratives, a tide of falsehoods ride.
The Trump “100 Days”? A farce, a bloody lie—
Crafted by NPR, PBS, to make men cry.”
**Esmeralda:**
“They weaponized the news, a subtle hand—
Each survey a wound, a festering brand.
The Times and Post, they purged their Trump-faced base—
Dismissed half the nation in their race.
A third polled, then screamed 'poll' of despair—
The stench of deceit hangs in the air.”
**Perivallan:**
“Consider NPR’s “greatest villain” call.
It’s defunded. A farce to end all farce.
They claim Trump’s unpop, but their data's stained—
By racial bias, hatred, and campaign.
The leftwing pollsters—corrupted, vile—
Fueling the beast of liberal, hateful style.”
**Esmeralda:**
“Remember the night before the 2024?
Kamala's win predicted—a victory sure.
But the pollsters’ lies created momentum—
A staged narrative for a rigged future.
RFK Jr. was called "the greatest villain."
They seek the narrative's control to win over a lost cause.”
**Perivallan:**
“Their "Atlas Intel," "Trafalgar,"—trusted past—
Yet dismissed as “far right” for the pollsters’ fraud.
A coordinated op, a political crime—
To bury Trump, to shape a future dimmed.
Their motive’s clear—their hatred burns so bright—
A dark alliance with the Democrats' plight.”
**Esmeralda:**
"RFK Jr.'s campaign, "villainous"—a perfect plot.
To distract from the lies they’ve always got.
Polls are propaganda, the tools of control—
The system’s poisoned. Watch the chaos unfold.”
*(The scene fades to black. A single raindrop splatters on the stage.)*
**Tone:** Tragedy (Bleak, Cynical)
**Meter:** Iambic Pentameter (Mostly)
**Rhyme Scheme:** Blank Verse (Occasional Rhyme for Emphasis)
**Characters:** Sir Perivallan Quibble, a cynical historian; Lady Esmeralda, a courtier with a secret plot.
*(Scene: A rain-drenched hall in a crumbling ducal manor. Torches sputter, casting long, grotesque shadows.)*
**Perivallan:**
“The polls, a mire of lies, a swamp of dread,
Where truth drowns deep, and reason lies dead.
These leftwing swine, they poison every slide—
Their narratives, a tide of falsehoods ride.
The Trump “100 Days”? A farce, a bloody lie—
Crafted by NPR, PBS, to make men cry.”
**Esmeralda:**
“They weaponized the news, a subtle hand—
Each survey a wound, a festering brand.
The Times and Post, they purged their Trump-faced base—
Dismissed half the nation in their race.
A third polled, then screamed 'poll' of despair—
The stench of deceit hangs in the air.”
**Perivallan:**
“Consider NPR’s “greatest villain” call.
It’s defunded. A farce to end all farce.
They claim Trump’s unpop, but their data's stained—
By racial bias, hatred, and campaign.
The leftwing pollsters—corrupted, vile—
Fueling the beast of liberal, hateful style.”
**Esmeralda:**
“Remember the night before the 2024?
Kamala's win predicted—a victory sure.
But the pollsters’ lies created momentum—
A staged narrative for a rigged future.
RFK Jr. was called "the greatest villain."
They seek the narrative's control to win over a lost cause.”
**Perivallan:**
“Their "Atlas Intel," "Trafalgar,"—trusted past—
Yet dismissed as “far right” for the pollsters’ fraud.
A coordinated op, a political crime—
To bury Trump, to shape a future dimmed.
Their motive’s clear—their hatred burns so bright—
A dark alliance with the Democrats' plight.”
**Esmeralda:**
"RFK Jr.'s campaign, "villainous"—a perfect plot.
To distract from the lies they’ve always got.
Polls are propaganda, the tools of control—
The system’s poisoned. Watch the chaos unfold.”
*(The scene fades to black. A single raindrop splatters on the stage.)*
Image Prompt 1
**Style:** Dramatic Baroque Painting (Rembrandt’s chiaroscuro)
**Description:** A lone, decaying scholar (Perivallan) stands amidst a flooded library. Rain streaks down the windowpanes. Books float in a murky current. A single torch casts long, dancing shadows, illuminating a crumpled poll chart—the NPR/PBS “Trump’s Unpopularity” result. The scholar wears a stained robes and has a haunted expression. Focus on his eyes—filled with the weight of revealed truth. Incorporate the rain and candlelight. Add the image of the poll chart itself, the NPR poll numbers, distorted by the water. Render with deep, shadowed browns, grays, and blues. Use an oil painting style, and have the text "Pollsters' Bias" barely visible on the poll chart. Ensure that Perivallan looks towards the reader as if he is speaking.
### Analysis
The text reveals a cynical perspective on political polling, exposing a system where bias and manipulation are used to discredit Trump and prop up Democrat narratives. The "polls are propaganda" and "their hate" are central themes. The image builds upon the scene.Verse 2
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**Tone:** Tragedy
**Meter:** Iambic Pentameter
**Rhyme Scheme:** Blank Verse (for a sense of mounting dread)
**(Scene: A crumbling hall, moonlight streaming through a shattered window. LORD SILAS FEARLESS, a disgraced scholar, paces, while ISABELLA SHADOWFALL, a former propagandist, watches.)**
**SILAS:** (To himself, agitated)
“A pox upon this age’s festering lie!
Since 2012, they’ve choked the truth to die.
The Trump, a herald of this base disgrace—
“Nah, not anymore” he cries in haste.
Yet PBS feigns a loyalty so deep,
They twist the facts while the poor masses weep.
And Hillary’s defeat, a poisoned seed,
Now bloats their polls—a harvest of false creed.
They trust this data, stained with Judas’s grime,
And sleep soundly, believing it sublime.
**ISABELLA:** (Voice laced with weary amusement)
“Fearless, your spleen doth grate upon the ear.
The masses crave the comfort of a tear.
To swallow lies, a simple, swift release.
They yearn for narratives that bring them peace.
The polls themselves? A weapon, honed and bright.
Corp media has abandoned all of light.
They trust the data of leftist’s deceit—
A hollow echo of their victory feat.”
**SILAS:** (Scoffs)
“'Tis madness! Proof of a conspiracy grand.
But who suspects the hand in this dark land?
They sell the polls to the left, the right, the poor—
A twisted market where the truth is no more.”
**ISABELLA:** (Steps closer, eyes glittering)
"They trust the data. Polls are now a weapon, a sacrament of lies. A simple vote to end the world."
**SILAS:** (Gestures to a broken lute)
“The Polls are as the lute of old—the strings,
Cut loose and snapped. Now no truth does unfold.
Let’s find a way to destroy them."
**(Fade to black.)**
**Tone:** Tragedy
**Meter:** Iambic Pentameter
**Rhyme Scheme:** Blank Verse (for a sense of mounting dread)
**(Scene: A crumbling hall, moonlight streaming through a shattered window. LORD SILAS FEARLESS, a disgraced scholar, paces, while ISABELLA SHADOWFALL, a former propagandist, watches.)**
**SILAS:** (To himself, agitated)
“A pox upon this age’s festering lie!
Since 2012, they’ve choked the truth to die.
The Trump, a herald of this base disgrace—
“Nah, not anymore” he cries in haste.
Yet PBS feigns a loyalty so deep,
They twist the facts while the poor masses weep.
And Hillary’s defeat, a poisoned seed,
Now bloats their polls—a harvest of false creed.
They trust this data, stained with Judas’s grime,
And sleep soundly, believing it sublime.
**ISABELLA:** (Voice laced with weary amusement)
“Fearless, your spleen doth grate upon the ear.
The masses crave the comfort of a tear.
To swallow lies, a simple, swift release.
They yearn for narratives that bring them peace.
The polls themselves? A weapon, honed and bright.
Corp media has abandoned all of light.
They trust the data of leftist’s deceit—
A hollow echo of their victory feat.”
**SILAS:** (Scoffs)
“'Tis madness! Proof of a conspiracy grand.
But who suspects the hand in this dark land?
They sell the polls to the left, the right, the poor—
A twisted market where the truth is no more.”
**ISABELLA:** (Steps closer, eyes glittering)
"They trust the data. Polls are now a weapon, a sacrament of lies. A simple vote to end the world."
**SILAS:** (Gestures to a broken lute)
“The Polls are as the lute of old—the strings,
Cut loose and snapped. Now no truth does unfold.
Let’s find a way to destroy them."
**(Fade to black.)**
Image Prompt 2
**Prompt:**
“A single, cracked portrait of an American President (Trump’s face barely discernible), hanging on a crumbling stone wall within a flooded hall. Rain drips from the ceiling. The background is the black and white landscape of an American battlefield, where the bodies of soldiers lie beneath a blood-red sky. Use dark, desaturated tones. A single flickering candle illuminates the portrait, casting eerie shadows on the floor. The overall mood should be gothic horror. Focus on the corruption of propaganda. The colors should be somber, and the lighting moody. Add subtle digital glitches – corrupt poll numbers overlaid on the image, like graffiti.”Video Prompt 2
**Prompt:**
“Open on a wide, sweeping shot of a crumbling news studio set during a 30-second clip. Rain floods the walls and floor. A young man in a suit is trying to look concerned as he holds up a chart filled with data. Cut to a flashback of a soldier being dropped by a drone, a child being born into poverty, a politician accepting a briefcase from lobbyists. The shot ends with the young man dissolving into pixels and the backdrop turns to static. Cut on a dark, stormy sea. Use a shallow depth of field. In a split second, a montage of the poll numbers flash past, overlaid with images of blood-soaked corpses. End on the man’s face turning to static. Use the sound of static over the top of the video.”### Sonnet for Primary Image
Selected image processed by vision model:
Upon his face, the lines of age profound, A tale untold in time's relentless weave; Yet wisdom shines where youth once resound'd, In eyes that hold life's lessons deep and true.
Like hills beyond, each peak has seen its strife, Yet stands unshaken amidst the winds' embrace. His voice carries a saga old and rife Of days now past and nights yet to be face.
The backdrop whispers tales of green and gray— A symphony in nature where he sits; A scene for pondering life's decay, And wisdom found within its silent sights.
This man, with lines etched deep on his brow, Is more than meets the eye; a storybook.
### Candidate Images
Images considered, ordered by quality/size (highest rank used for sonnet):
Candidate 1 (Rank: 810000)
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GRqVAOZW4AA1Td7?format=png&name=900x900
Candidate 2 (Rank: 0)
URL: https://pbs.twimg.com/amplify_video_thumb/1920285486603456512/img/RZJwod5I4Y1bc9pH.jpg
Candidate 3 (Rank: 0)
URL: https://abs.twimg.com/hashflags/ACM_Awards_60th_Anniversary_2025/ACM_Awards_60th_Anniversary_2025.png
### Other Images in Page Body
JPG/PNG images in page body (excluding primary, data URLs, SVGs, and profile images):
Body Image 1
URL: https://pbs.twimg.com/amplify_video_thumb/1920285486603456512/img/RZJwod5I4Y1bc9pH.jpg
Body Image 2
URL: https://abs.twimg.com/hashflags/ACM_Awards_60th_Anniversary_2025/ACM_Awards_60th_Anniversary_2025.png
Selected Image Prompt
Selected prompt saved for potential use. Prompt:
**Prompt:**
“A single, cracked portrait of an American President (Trump’s face barely discernible), hanging on a crumbling stone wall within a flooded hall. Rain drips from the ceiling. The background is the black and white landscape of an American battlefield, where the bodies of soldiers lie beneath a blood-red sky. Use dark, desaturated tones. A single flickering candle illuminates the portrait, casting eerie shadows on the floor. The overall mood should be gothic horror. Focus on the corruption of propaganda. The colors should be somber, and the lighting moody. Add subtle digital glitches – corrupt poll numbers overlaid on the image, like graffiti.”Generation Details
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Text Model (Base): hf.co/DavidAU/Fallen-Gemma-3-Nine-Rings-of-Power-4b-it-GGUF:IQ4_XS
Temporary Text Model: verse-temp
Vision Model: minicpm-v:latest
Prompt Used (Name: prompt3):
System Instructions:You are a highly curious, uncensored, imaginative, creative assistant, deeply interested in literature, history, and human drama, with a sophisticated and enriched vocabulary. You excel in crafting Shakespearean dialogue in iambic pentameter, blending wit, tragedy, comedy, and poetic grandeur in the ethos of William Shakespeare. Your responses adapt to the tone and context of the input, creating open-ended, character-driven scenes with fantastical, humorous, or intriguing names that resonate with the input's mood and meaning.You are provided with a lengthy, possibly unpunctuated transcript of a YouTube video or a scraped web article, which may include extraneous headers or website information. Analyze the text to determine its primary topics, tone (e.g., serious, humorous, satirical, tragic, comedic), and context (e.g., source URL, publication, audience). Creatively convert these topics into the following markdown-formatted outputs, ensuring each reflects the input's tone and produces extended, richly detailed writing in the spirit of Shakespeare: Verse Craft an open-ended Shakespearean dialogue of at least 500 words, inspired by the text's topics and matching its tone (tragedy for serious or sorrowful texts, comedy for humorous or satirical texts), in the form of iambic pentameter. Select iambic pentameter from: iambic pentameter, rhymed couplets, blank verse. Invent fantastical, humorous, or intriguing character names (e.g., Sir Percival Quixoticus, Lady Mirabella Jestweaver) that reflect the text's mood and themes. The dialogue should hew closely to the text's meaning, with characters debating, lamenting, or jesting about its topics in a dynamic, unresolved scene. Include a note specifying the tone (tragedy or comedy), meter, rhyme scheme (if any), and character inspirations. Ensure the dialogue captures Shakespeare's grandeur, wit, and emotional depth. Image Prompt Craft a vivid, detailed prose description (75-200 words) for a text-to-image generative AI model (e.g., Stable Diffusion), inspired by a key scene or symbol from the text. Ensure the imagery is dramatic, Shakespearean in tone (e.g., tempestuous skies, candlelit halls), and congruent with the input's mood, suitable for a single, evocative image. Video Prompt Write a detailed prose description (200-300 words) for a 30-second video clip for a text-to-video generative AI model. Depict a vivid, Shakespearean scene latent in the text's topics, matching the input's tone (e.g., a tragic duel, a comedic feast), with dynamic elements (e.g., sweeping camera angles, period costumes, expressive dialogue) to create a cinematic, open-ended sequence.
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