Kicking The Can Down The Road

The Arab Spring was set off by Obama applauding the overthrow by an Islamist mob of an American ally, President Mubarak of Egypt, and continued with the ouster of Khadaffi from Libya by the US Navy, to the benefit of al Qaeda, and which has now spread to Syria, where al Qaeda is on the verge of grabbing another country. Watching this disaster unfold, President Obama has either delighted in the outcome or refused to get involved, regardless of the interests of the United States in not allowing al Qaeda to rule the Middle East, preferring to kick the can down the road, letting events take their course. Obama is the most adept Chief Executive we’ve ever had at kicking a can down the road. But what happens to the can when the road ends at an eight lane highway full of speeding eighteen wheelers?

 

How sternly he speaks, his words dark as the thunder

His visage a scowl and a threat

His actions though cause the observer to wonder

Is this all that we’re gonna get

The trouble with roads and the can that he’s kicking

A highway soon looms at the end

And all of the options he could have been picking

Are gone and he now must depend

On getting across those eight lanes that a bolder

Executive could have shut down

The can now at rest on the gravelly shoulder

And O looking on with a frown

We know what he’ll do, he will send the can spinning

Into traffic that’s blurry with speed

He’ll smile to himself this is just the beginning

And stand there and watch us all bleed

 

Vandals

The Obama administration has so trashed the reputation and integrity of the United States that some have taken to calling them vandals. Now we all know that the word ‘vandal’ comes from the name of a Germanic tribe called the Vandals, who undertook the largest migration in European history, when they moved south from their Baltic home to Gaul and then through Spain to North Africa, leaving, so it has been said by their enemies, a trail of destruction in their path, hence the verb to vandalize. They sacked Rome about fifteen hundred years ago, but that was because Rome double crossed them, something Rome was wont to do with barbarian allies. So I think they probably got a bad rap. Not so the current administration. Obama and his hard left socialist cronies have vandalized the United States, and it will take some time to repair the damage.

 

Well we can’t just call Dems Vandals

Just because they have some scandals

And besides the Vandals took a lot of blame

For untidiness and so forth

When they left their Baltic homes north

And set out to find a land that then became

Such a tidy, peaceful nation

That defies all explanation

Of why people thought them rude and just uncouth

They were pirates, sure, and sacked Rome

But were neat as pins when at home

And I tell you this because it is the truth

So do not compare Obama

And young Chelsea’s lovely mama

To the Vandals who broke only odds and ends

You may call me Doubting Thomas

But they never broke a promise

As Barack does as he taxes and he spends

The God Of The Underworld

Radical Islam declared war on the United States in 1979, and has been killing us ever since, one at a time or by the thousands as in the Twin Towers. Nonetheless, we have resolutely determined not to call the enemy by name. We refer to our killers as the disciples of the religion of peace, and put up the killers we capture in a five star hotel we call Guantanamo Bay. The Obama administration ordered the FBI to remove the word Islam from its field manuals, allowing the Boston Marathon bombers to skate through, despite dire warnings from the Russians that they were trained terrorists. We use euphemisms and outright lies to deceive ourselves. In time of crisis, the Carthaginian elite would sacrifice their children to Melqart, the God of the Underworld, in hope of staving off disaster. But the tiny burnt sacrifices offered up on the altars in the Tophet availed them not. A Roman army destroyed them utterly. And this is where we are today. We have sacrificed truth for euphemism, and euphemism for falsehood. And an enemy as fierce as the Romans watches the smoke from the Tophet and waits for the chance he knows will come.

 

Remove the name of Allah

From the list of those who may

Intend to maim and kill us

For we know there is no way

That a peaceable religion

Could engage in such a course

And would never think to harm us

Or employ a deadly force

But in case we are mistaken

We shall pray for a reprieve

And prepare the sacred fires

For in Melqart we believe

Build a Tophet in each city

Line the children one by one

And we’ll march them to the altars

At the setting of the sun

 

The Youthful Unemployed

In Italy, France, Greece and Spain the unemployment rate for men ages 18 to 25 hovers around 25 percent. One out of every four young men in these Mediterranean countries is unemployed, with no prospect for employment any time soon. What to do with millions of unemployed young people? Do what has always been done, take in each other’s washing.

 

In Spain the young can dance and sing

On corners for their suppers

In France the washing is the thing

To keep them off their uppers

In Italy the pizza guys

Deliver to each other

In Greece the young can drink all day

And then go home to mother

It’s all the same, Madrid or Rome

And none can stop the bleeding

And so will be right here at home

Though no one here is heeding

 

Mass Times Velocity Equals Force

It develops that President Obama dislikes the Internet, specifically the blogosphere, as well as social media like Facebook and Twitter, because he can’t control them. The mainstream media is in his back pocket, doing his bidding, but plain folks in the blogosphere and social media are beyond his grasping fingers, and he fears the force of ideas generated by these uncontrolled outlets. In structural engineering mv=f, or Mass times Velocity equals Force. It would seem that in politics Media times Velocity equals Force. Especially the right wing blogs and social media, to the chagrin of the Obama administration. I spoke to a senior member of the Obama White House recently, and this is what he said.

 

The president will never be a quitter

The simple facts are always on his side

Regardless of what things be said on Twitter

The president has not a thing to hide

Transparency is what we always strive for

And honest, open dialogues to boot

The narrative we always keep alive for

We want the facts to not be in dispute

Of course we hear the lies of our opponents

And answer them with dignity and calm

We’re fortunate we have a few proponents

The Post and New York Times sit in our palm

The problem is these little folks with iPnones

Who publish pictures as events unfold

And flesh out things we much prefer were dry bones

And tell the public things we’d like untold

The Thin Red Line

President Obama, in a speech, left his teleprompter and startled his aides by saying that if Assad used chemical weapons on his own people that he will have crossed a red line and that the United States would then act. There is now credible evidence that Assad has indeed used chemical weapons on the rebels, and Obama is now backing down and looking for a way out. The question is not whether the United States should now intervene in the Syrian civil war, we should not, but what damage to the credibility of the United States has been done by a president who talks tough and threatens retaliation who then backs down and weasels his way out of his words.

 

He struts and says they shall not pass

With lips firm as a small mouth bass

Fierce eyes and brow like shiny brass

A strutting popinjay

With red lines drawn he stares them down

And when they’re crossed they cause a frown

He looks for ways he can back down

And he is here to stay

Each day there comes an acolyte

Explaining why things aren’t right

But when they are why then we’ll fight

As honor slips away

 

Stereotypical

In the aftermath of the death and capture of the Boston Marathon bombers, the Tsarnaev brothers, the American Left breathed a sigh of relief that they were not the Muslim enemy, even though they were practicing Muslims who had received terrorist training in Chechnya, but, in the words of CNN, “stereotypical white Americans.” The Left is wrong in many ways, not the least of it their contempt for all that is right about the United States. And as for stereotypical, the Left has no idea what a stereotypical White American is, and neither do the Muslims who are killing us, who think we will stand still forever in the face of their murderous fanaticism. Here, in brief, is the definition of a stereotypical White American.

 

I am, my brother

A stereotypical white man

Blond of hair and blue of eye

Whose ancestors bestrode the world

With savage cruelty and bloody sword

So that no man could stand against us

And those who tried were slain upon the fields

Where bloomed the poppies and the gorse

I am, my brother

A peaceful man who takes his ease

In the twilight of a working day

An easeful life until aroused

But once aroused, my brother

You will find the fury of the white man called again

And you shall disappear from this Earth

Amid the lamentations of your women

And the sobs of your fatherless children

I am, my brother

A stereotypical white man

Take note, and be afraid

Imminent Decline

Pundits have been crying for some time now about the imminent decline of the West in general and the United States in particular. I believe the first mention of imminent decline was found in a cave painting in southern France. Empires grow sclerotic and decline; democracies do not. Democracies are self-cleansing.

 

Since I’m in my declining years

And rid of my once youthful fears

I find the prospect of decline

To be a little short of fine

But on the whole I can’t complain

My life has been good in the main

I lived when honor was the way

That men and women lived their day

When presidents did not tell lies

And games we played could end in ties

The country was much better then

And better still will be again

The present always looks so dark

The prospects always seem so stark

But we’ll survive we always do

We’ve miles to go ‘fore toodle-oo

 

Feckless

The Middle East is boiling over, North Korea threatens to nuke Seoul and Austin, Texas, and Iran continues its relentless progress to nuclear weapons that will no doubt very soon come into the hands of terrorists with designs on New York and Washington, and all of this the result of the United States, under Obama, deciding to lead from behind, allowing the world’s bad guys free rein to do whatever they have in mind. The foreign policy of the Obama administration is beyond feckless, it is reckless. The world is now like Tombstone Territory before the Law arrived, endangering the peace of the world and placing the United States in mortal danger.

 

When our policy is feckless

Then the crazy guys get reckless

Begging for a stout rope necklace

But Obama is asleep

Oh he’s posturing and scowling

And his britches he is fouling

With the wind in Tombstone howling

Digging holes some six feet deep

The Best And The Brightest, Part 2

Where are the Trumans and the Eisenhowers? Where the Moynahans and the Scoop Jacksons? They are gone, and their like will not return in our lifetimes. The best and brightest have been replace in our government by the worst and the dumbest, who believe that the public was placed on Earth to support them in luxury, and whose lust for power over us knows no bounds.

 

The best and brightest are long fast asleep

The worst of the dumbest now rules

They say money earned is not ours to just keep

But belongs to the state where the tools

Of our very existence are hammered and forged

By officials we’ve placed in our stead

Officials and bureaucrats now much engorged

And with appetites that must be fed