The City On The Hill
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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Unoccupied
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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Assad Sad Day
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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Electric Cars
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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The Kindness Of Strangers
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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O Time In Thy Flyte
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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Stealing Money
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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Our Own Cincinnatus
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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Sad Eyed Mullah Of The Lowlands
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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The Games People Play
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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