Verse-afire

Europe is sliding down the long road to extinction. The rise of feminism and the birth control pill gave women the option of having children or not, and they chose not. And so, in the countries of Western Europe, the cradle of Western civilization, the birthrate has fallen below replacement level, to the point, in some countries, below recovery. In Italy and Greece, for example, there are now 100 grandparents for every 42 children. In Western Europe the family tree is upside down, and unless something changes in a measurable number of years there will be no family tree at all. Empty elementary schools now, empty playgrounds now, empty cities later. With the white European descent population of the United States not far behind. The shining city on the hill that is Western civilization is dying, and only the women can save it. But will they? Will they give up their freedom from childbirth and child rearing for the sake of a future they do not see?

The shining city on the hill

Sits empty, dark and drear

The bitter wind howls silent

Through the streets with none to hear

Yet in the darkened houses

In the vacant malls and mills

Slip the wraiths of those who walked the streets

And walked the moors and hills

And wraithlike, with beseeching wails

They wonder what befell

The world they knew, the world they loved

And knowing none could tell

For all was bright with sunshine

In the city on the hill

And none could see the coming dark

And danced and laughed until

The day came that the little ones

No longer played and sang

For inconvenient children

Were not there when school bells rang

For the women of the city

Had the pill and life was free

And they opted for the good life

And they spurned the family tree

And so now the streets are darkened

And the schools and playgrounds still

And the ghosts of those who lived there

Roam the city on the hill

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The violent Occupy Wall Street terrorists have trashed buildings, beaten people, burned American flags and shit on police cars, among many other acts of violence against the country and its citizens, and President Obama says there is very little difference between the Occupy movement and the Tea Party. Obama says this because the Occupy thugs operate at his command, just as the SA in Germany committed violence  by Hitler’s command and the Red Guards in China committed massive violence by Mao’s command.  You remember that Obama, shortly after inauguration, promised to put at his disposal an armed civilian corps, don’t you? Hitler murdered the SA when they proved inconvenient, and Mao murdered the Red Guards when they no longer served his purpose. What is the difference between the SA, the Red Guards and Obama’s armed civilian corps?  Only the manner of their deaths.

Yes it would seem

That guys like Roehm

Just never see it coming

And the Red Guards

Thought they were pards

With Mao to keep things humming

And so with those

Obama chose

To occupy the masses

With burning flags

And hurling bags

Of crap on upper classes

Oh yes the time

Will come when I’m

Afraid their days are over

As Obie Wan

Disbands the con

And sends them all to clover

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Trouble in the Middle East and Middle East North Africa.  Assad is on his way out, Jordan is trying to act as a fixer between Hamas and Fatah, Hamas is ditching Assad and Syria for a bigger and richer lover, Turkey, and the Sunnis and the Shi’as are at daggers drawn, as usual for the past thousand and more years. Yawn.

It’s Assad sad day in the Middle East

You’d think that things would at the very least

Be somewhat friendly what with common foes

That’s how the MENA goes

The Sunni Shia are at daggers drawn

Hamas and Fatah swear they’ll meet at dawn

And everybody wants Israelis dead

But harder done than said

A thousand years they’re here what do we find

A thousand years they’re here and still behind

No art no science not a thing to show

It’s time for them to go

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The Obama administration, in its zeal to destroy the economy of the United States and save the planet by going green, has pushed electric cars among many of its costly follies. After forcing the automobile industry into bankruptcy and giving the companies to their friends in the United Auto Workers Union, the Obama administration is now trying to sell the American public on the virtues of the Chevy Volt, whose batteries inconveniently catch fire. I have no doubt that lagging sales will lead the Obama administration to ban the internal combustion engine. Electric cars may one day be all the rage, but right now there is nothing wrong with an electric car that an internal combustion engine won’t fix. 

The problem with electric cars

Is that they’re all from DC

Where Washington has put in czars

Who don’t know ass from AC

Electric cars date from before

And disappeared because they

Were slow in getting to the shore

And bottled up the causeway

The steamer now that was the cheese

Some water and it’s loaded

With pressure up it sure did please

Until the thing exploded

Then cars were run on gasoline

Performance was upgraded

To speeds not heretofore been seen

And drivers were elated

But now the government insists

That we go all electric

With driving range, with some assists

To calculate in metric

For freedom lost will not return

They’re banning incandescents

And ‘cause there’ll be no gas to burn

They’ll ban anti-depressants

And force us all to drive with smiles

At thirty miles an hour

And travel only fifty miles

Before we’re out of power

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Dark stories are now emerging from Libya, where we, out of the generosity of our liberal idealism, disposed of a dictator by arming the rebels and bombing the dictator’s capital and armed forces into submission. The dictator was killed and the so-called democratic rebels took over. Well, it now emerges that the torture centers once run by the dictator are now being run by the rebels. The prisons once filled with people opposed to the dictator are now being filled with people opposed to the rebels. One more Arab Spring revealed by reality to be an Arab Winter. But even torturers can be kind, after a fashion.

Kindness is a dark illusion

Meant to ease the knowing fear

Meant to calm those in confusion

To believe that death’s not near

Sun-lit rooms with fragrant flowers

Smiling faces bidding well

Questions that go on for hours

Then returned to darkened cell

Where the guilty and the blameless

Shiver as the footsteps near

Knowing that they now are nameless

Crying cries that none can hear

Beaten, tortured, long forgotten

Waiting only for the sound

Of the jailor, for his lot in

Life is to be never found

Yet kindness comes in many guises

A smiling face says it is done

The torture’s ended, no surprises

The paper signed, and he has won

No more the cell, no more the beatings

No more the cries, the misery

This is the last of many meetings

A bullet now and you are free

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Our national media are wont to scream headlines at us that turn out to be, shall we say, a bit hysterical? In 1977, for instance, Time magazine ran a screaming cover and hysterical inside stories about the coming Ice Age, and how huge numbers of us would die and so forth, and just thirty or so years later ran a screaming cover and hysterical inside stories about the coming catastrophe of Global Warming, where the oceans were about to boil and we would all die of asphyxiation from a super heated carbon dioxide atmosphere. Of the two, I would prefer the Ice Age. We could always burn copies of Time magazine to keep warm.

O Time in thy flyte

How often not right

How often thy headlines doth scream

But alack and alas

They do not come to pass

And events are not all as they seem

To thine editors all

And thine writers who scrawl

Of the horrors to come such as these

You would think they’d descry

The few copies we buy

Means their cup is now down to the lees

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The Obama administration has thrown almost a trillion dollars down the green energy rat hole with nothing to show for it but a cascade of bankruptcies, with the money gone with a shrug of leftist shoulders. Lefties don’t care how they spend the taxpayers’ money, just so long as they, the Lefties, feel good about themselves for trying to save the planet. But where did all that money go? I spoke to a very successful man recently, and he was happy to tell me where at least some of that stolen money went.

I own a solar plant, he said

We run all year deep in the red

But still we make a profit huge

That keeps my girls in pearls and rouge

The governmental subsidies

Make sure the economic breeze

Blows only warm sweet air our way

And no one’s hurt, taxpayers pay

I tell you this here climate hoax

Has got to be one of those jokes

That has them rolling in the aisles

In industries that make their piles

From green jobs that just make no sense

And notice I make no pretense

Of claiming that my work is real

Like drilling oil or making steel

But this is where the action’s hot

And green will rule it, like as not

For months to come if not for years

Because by spreading needless fears

The money comes a-rolling in

To topple like a bowling pin

All criticism skeptics lie

At all our feet, why do they try?

So yes I’m happy all the time

‘Cause stealing money is no crime

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The country is in dire peril, from rapidly climbing ruinous debt that will beggar us all, to a left wing agenda foisted upon us by the lefty politicians, media and academia that will lead to socialist stagnation and death. The country needs a Cincinnatus, a man who will put down his plow and come to Washington to save the country. But who? Do we have a Cincinnatus waiting in the wings, waiting for the call? I dunno.

He put down his plow, forsaked he the toil

As perilous times Rome befell

And duty fair done he returned to the soil

To the farm that he loved oh so well

Perilous times are now with us today

Our walls under siege every side

By those who’d destroy us and lead us astray

From Washington where they reside

Our own Cincinnatus is now what we need

A fighter who won’t stand there mute

As lefty agendas so quickly proceed

A Shane-like gunslinger like Newt

Or maybe a Romney, his eyes cool and clear

A Cooper who waits for high noon

And walks down the street as the danger draws near

We need him, and we need him soon

Obama must go, but not easy the task

And that’s why a man made of steel

Is needed to clean it up, and all that we ask

Is that Lefties are ground ‘neath his heel

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Things seem to be getting a bit tense in the Middle East. The EU has given Iran a deadline on stopping its nuke program or they will impose sanctions, the Iranians have threatened to close the Straits of Hormuz, and the US has responded by sending two aircraft carriers to the region. I saw a picture of maximum leader Ayatollah Khamenei, and he looked a bit sad. Was it because even the United States of Obama was stiffening its spine? Kind of reminded me of that old 60s Bob Dylan song, Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands.

With your turbaned head and your silken robe

And your barbered beard and your eyes that probe

And your ears so pink and with a diamond’d lobe

How could anyone resist you

With your sabers sharp and your flintlocks primed

And your blustered threats that have always rhymed

You think that everything is neatly timed

And Obama has just kissed you

Sad eyed Mullah of the Lowlands

Sad eyed Mullah don’t you see me there

B-2s waiting by your garden gate

Sad eyed Mullah shall I wait

Sad eyed Mullah shall I wait

Macedon of old was just a tiny thing

And Alexander killed the Persian king

What’s the feeling that those memories bring

Could it be that they depress you

See the ocean with the ships of gray

And the sky where all the Hornets play

And the missiles turning night to day

Surely they impress you

Sad eyed Mullah of the Lowlands

Sad eyed Mullah don’t you see me there

Hornets waiting by your garden gate

Sad eyed Mullah shall I wait

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Russia is holding war games in order to tamp down the tension in the Middle East and Washington has canceled war games in order to tamp down tension in the Middle East, while Iran is holding war games in order to tamp up tension in the Middle East. Is there a winner in this game? Does anyone know the rules? Are there any rules?

Oh the games that people play

Some on grass and some on clay

Little kids play kick the can

And so do pols since time began

Games in tune with nursery rhymes

Games that date to ancient times

Games of war where no one dies

At least not ‘til the missile flies

The Russkies play at war because

The see themselves in US jaws

Israelis play from mortal fear

The Persian bomb is drawing near

The Mullahs play to call our bluff

They win ‘til someone says “Enough!”

Obama says he will not play

Perhaps he will some other day

Yes games are fun, we sing and laugh

Composing someone’s epitaph

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