Dead at the age of sixty-six, from shooting Republican males;
Jim Hodgkinson had shown no signs of going off the rails.
A loner and a Democrat, upset by recent trends;
He died for Bernie Sanders and his progressive friends.
He came from Belleville, Illinois -- a bizness man of sorts,
Who drank his beer and paid his bills and argued about sports.
He owned a gun and loved his wife and dogs -- is what we know.
On Facebook he looked down on Trump and thought lawmakers low.
Now journalists are digging to find out what made him tick.
But likely what they will dig up means less than some mouse click.
For in this disconnected age of tweets and sprawling blogs
What a man is thinking lies too deep in cyber bogs.
The sudden flash of violence that brought Jim Thomas down
Is but a symptom of the morass that is D.C. Town.
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