Verse-afire

Boxcar Willie sang about railroads mostly, one of which, From A Boxcar Door, is a paean to America. I too see the world through a boxcar door, and I don’t like what I see. Political correctness and multiculturalism sapping our will; a political establishment unheeding of the dangers of militant Islam. I have the feeling the world is like a railroad freight yard, and we a runaway boxcar, careening down the tracks, switching madly from track to track, but always moving remorselessly towards the high iron and the deep, black river, unheeding of the warning signs BRIDGE OUT!

I see the world around me flashing

Careening past and faster than before

I see the smiling faces

Not knowing they’ll soon hear the missiles roar

I see the children playing

Not knowing if they’re rich or if they’re poor

I see it all

I see the fall

From a boxcar door

I see Obama sleeping

A’dreaming of a world that he would cure

I see the man’s advisors

Not knowing anything but still damn sure

I see the nukes a’moving

I see what Islam crazies have in store

I see it all

I see the fall

From a boxcar door

I see the rails a’burning

I see the switches in a light so pure

I see the high iron coming

I see the river and the distant shore

I see the world around me glowing

I see the silver missiles start to soar

I see it all

I see the fall

From a boxcar door

Major Nidal Malik Hasan murdered thirteen fellow soldiers at Fort Hood, Texas, and it became immediately apparent that many in Washington and in the military had for many years questioned the sanity and loyalty of Major Hasan. Nothing was done about it because the Major was a Muslim, and to remove him or even question him was contrary to the orthodox political correctness that demanded Muslims be treated with the utmost consideration lest the entire Muslim American community be offended. And so, in the cause of political correctness, thirteen innocent men and women died, and some thirty-eight were wounded. And what was the official reaction to this vicious and violent Muslim murder of infidels? The president of the United States demanded of us that we not jump to conclusions about the motive of the Muslim killer, and stated the act was incomprehensible, though it was clearly not incomprehensible at all. General George W. Casey, Army Chief of Staff, wrung his hands and cried that he hoped this unfortunate incident would not seriously damage the military’s drive for diversity. Such is the madness that grips us that we cannot bring ourselves to see that which is plain for all to see.  

Stupid is as stupid does

So sayeth one and all

But why is stupid all the buzz

Just before the fall?

To ask it is to answer

For anyone can see

The country has a cancer

In Washington DC

The way that things are going

I shudder for my kids

As freedom’s winds stop blowing

As country hits the skids

Hasan investigated

But they find that nothing’s wrong

He’s Muslim so he skated

We’ve all heard this dreary song

He had stated Allah bade him

Kill the infidel at once

They surely could have had him

But he smiled as one who hunts

For his victims where he finds them

And he shot them where they stood

As he cried that Allah binds them

To perdition and that’s good

So with plentiful profusions

Of our guilt the word goes out

That we not jump to conclusions

It’s not Islam, there’s no doubt

Yes common sense may still prevail

But don’t bet the rent money

I’d cry at this sad sorry tale

If it weren’t so damn funny

On future digs when time permits

No harmful radiation

They’ll scratch their heads and search for bits

Of what was once a nation

“Twas Hington, boys, a state now dead”

But others disagree

Until they found the sign that said

It WAS HINGTON, DC

Politicians strive mightily to give the impression of warmth, intellect, decisiveness, or just plain man of the people, all as the moment requires, presenting themselves to the public as something they typically are not. In the spirit of bringing truth to advertising, Verse-afire brings you snap-shot bio-pics of some of our leading men and women.

Bill Clinton, a man oleaginous

Once known for political dodginess

Thinks despite his white hair

That the ladies still care

He thinks he’s in a zone erogenous

The Chief of Staff man name of Rahm

Tells the country you gotta stay calm

We this crisis can’t waste

So we’re spending in haste

Hoping some of it sticks to a palm

Pelosi exchanges high fives

As she brings out the socialist knives

She wants health care for all

But the people still stall

They don’t want Nancy running their lives

Harry Reid used to be a club fighter

In the day when he was a bit lighter

But the blows to the head

Made him Senator instead

Where he thinks he’s been given a miter

Chuck Schumer’s a synonym for oily

Will smile and then say something coyly

That he thinks hides the shivs

As the sneak blow he gives

So all tend to despise the man royally

Of course it would surely be odd

If we left out one Christopher Dodd

Sweetheart mortgage went through

No not one, count ‘em, two

But it’s okay, he thinks he is God

Time is an illusion. Time is not nature’s way of seeing to it that everything doesn’t happen all at once, for everything did happen all at once, one time, at the singularity. The concept of time reflects man’s imperfect grasp of reality, necessitated by his inability to understand that there is no such thing as time. And since everything happened all at once, there is a record of everything, a record we see as time, unfolding in its irreversible way. That record has the account of everything that happened, including those things we think of as in the future. I, Nostradamus, do not claim special powers, but I have been given access to those records.

Late Spring will see the bankers weeping

New regs by government in keeping

Will cause the liquid base to flow

In ever faster volume go

The failings gather as may be

With prayers to the FDIC

The summer sees a blinding flash

As two religious peoples clash

One religion has the power

To name the date and name the hour

The other gains to live by bluster

But force is something they can’t muster

The Fall will see the war increasing

The Kushmen fighting without ceasing

The soldiers of the Power fight

To make the Kushmen see the light

But Power CinC says whoa

This is as far as I can go

Thanksgiving is family, and good food and good talk, memories re-lived, stories told. Thanksgiving is a day of reflecting on the wonder of being American, of living in the greatest country that ever was. Thanksgiving is football and crisp Fall weather, golden leaves and the hint of the snow to come. But most of all, Thanksgiving is family.

Drinks before dinner, then turkey and pie

Pumpkin and apple and mince

Cranberries, stuffing piled up to the sky

Enough to make hungry men wince

And there’s the good China and wine of your choice

As full heaping platters pass ‘round

With silverware clinking their soft silver voice

Competing with murmuring sound

Of diners exclaiming delight as they placed

Firm white meat in neat piles on plates

All realize the large ringing truth to be faced

That dinner won’t come to who waits

Then come the potatoes, both candied and mashed

With peas and rich gravy to boot

And when it was over the menfolk all crashed

Watching football but too stuffed to root

The ladies repaired to the kitchen to clean

Piled dishes in racks to be washed

The silver and glasses then filled the machine

While men lay around nicely sloshed

With talk about next year, and what a fine meal

And whose house they’d all gather ‘bout

The ladies then cried Oh hell no, that’s no deal

‘Cause next year you’re taking us out

The revelations of fraud as revealed in the emails and files hacked from a server at the Climatic Research Unit of the University of East Anglia, Great Britain, will not mean a thing. The emails show the scientists rigging the data to make it appear that man, and not the sun, is responsible for what little global warming there has been over the past one hundred years, but neither Al Gore nor the climate Nazis will be dissuaded or disturbed by the facts, since he and they were undoubtedly privy to the scam from the beginning. No, the hockey stick guys will fight tooth and nail, claiming with every exhaled carbon dioxide breath that global warming is real and that the emails are faked. They will not give up easily, for careers are at stake, and for some, like Al Gore, it isn’t a career that’s at stake, but vast sums of money. Do not expect the climate Nazis to give up their fevered dream of running the world’s economies and peoples through the soft tyranny of the European socialist elites. And above all, do not expect Al Gore to do a mea culpa.

The climate is changing, we’re told by Al Gore

Regardless of facts that it’s not

And even with emails, the scandal du jour

He’ll not change his mind by a jot

The icebergs are melting, the bears in decline

The seas are all rising a lot

And even if proven the bears are all fine

He’d not change his mind by a jot

The air is polluted with carbon you know

It’s hard to know just what we’ve got

But even if proven the air’s fresh as snow

He’d not change his mind by a jot

He’ll not change positions on climate, we’re told

He says that it’s gonna get hot

And even if proven we’re gonna get cold

He’d not change his mind by a jot

For climate’s the answer to money for Al

He sees it as dough for the pot

The climate change scam is for him a cash cow

So he’ll not change his mind by a jot

We have all known for some time that former Vice President and Nobel Laureate Albert Gore has made millions through his venture capital firm by investing green, and that he stands to make hundreds of millions more if the carbon cap and trade heist gets passed by the Dems in the dead of night. Mr. Gore has denied he has used his green credentials to make money, saying, via satellite phone from his private jet on its way to his Swiss chalet, that his interest is solely in saving the planet from the horrors of global warming, or climate change as it is now called since it was found the planet was cooling, not warming. No one begrudges Mr. Gore making money, or getting fat off his ill-gotten gains, but we can hope that he would please spare us the boring lectures about how greedy we all are in wanting to continue living the good life, especially since both we and Al know that the global warming crisis is a fraud and a scam designed to strangle the economy of the United States while enriching the likes of Al Gore.

I know it’s often pointed out

The sun doth rise each morn

And fill the world with light and heat

E’er since the earth was born

We know a little bit just how

The sun doth get its glow

It’s hydrogen and helium

For those who’re in the know

Unlike our Al who seems to think

The sun has naught to do

With temperature on this fair earth

He thinks it’s me and you

Who cause the temps to fluctuate

But always up, not down

And since it’s always up he claims

The world will shortly drown

As ice caps melt and seas do rise

And coastal cities flood

And mountain sides and fertile lands

Get covered up in mud

A Nobel Prize is what he got

For nonsense such as this

And now he’s sitting pretty in

A monetary bliss

Just thinking of the why and how

His life had turned out thus

From riding shotgun from back seat

Of Billy Clinton’s bus

To losing to the hated Bush

To making people sweat

He smiles a smile and wonders how

Much better can it get

North Korea recently claimed to have weaponized enough plutonium from spent fuel rods to increase their nuclear arsenal, just one day after telling Washington it wanted direct talks with the United States. President Obama is said to be considering acquiescing to North Korea’s request, believing, as he does, that being nice to our enemies is the height of nuanced diplomacy. Word is the president will shortly announce that Hillary Clinton, the tough Secretary of Deference, will fly to Pyongyang to engage in one to one talks with the deranged dictator of a starving fifth world country, the better to accede to their demands.

Our President Obama says

The Norks have crossed the line

Since we don’t mind the nukes they have

With that we were just fine

But going forward with fuel rods

And making more nuke stuff

Is causing us to rethink things

And say that that’s enough

We have to take a firmer stand

And lets them really know

That we intend to scowl a bit

And let displeasure show

They want fresh talks with us alone

Or they will weaponize

And make more nukes but as to that

They’ve got to realize

That if our Sec of State appears

In Pyongyang for some talks

We’ve been along that road before

Most often with our hawks

We’re dovish now and so it seems

That North Korea should

Accept our kind surrender now

While the gettin’s good

Many of us worry about the United States becoming a socialist country.  A little known accident of history, the untimely death of Wendell Willkie, scotched a plan to do just that.  After the 1940 presidential election between a liberal Democrat, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and a liberal Republican, Wendell Willkie, FDR, frustrated, as he saw it, by the southern conservative Democrats, began talks with Willkie with the intent of forming a new Liberal party, uniting the liberal wings of the Democrat and Republican parties, leaving the rest to shift for themselves.  Had it happened, the result would likely have been a three party system, with a rump conservative southern Democrat party, a rump conservative Midwest Republican party, and a dominant Liberal party.  It never happened because WWII intervened, Willkie died, and less than two years after that FDR died.  So it never happened, but it could have, with disastrous consequences for the US.  As late as 1968 George Wallace could accurately say, of our two dominant parties, that there wasn’t a dime’s worth of difference between them.  Had FDR and Willkie succeeded, there would most assuredly have been a great deal of difference between them.  The United States would have had political parties on the British model, and our politics and country would have been completely different, dominated as it would be by a far left political party.  That is where we now are, with the Democratic party captured by the far left, and leading us down that dank, dark road of socialism that leads inevitably to the cliff.

Washington said no more than two

To which all did agree

Till FDR said oh pooh pooh

I think I’ll go for three

The GOP guy in that year

Had Wendell for first name

Which tells you all you need to hear

About his chance for fame

Well FDR had up his sleeve

A scheme to flip the donkeys

And then without a by your leave

Unite with Wendell’s flunkies

To make a Liberal party that

Would rule the land forever

And guarantee whoever sat

In White House left it never

The Liberal flag remained unfurled

The thought just died aborning

‘Cause Wendell Willkie left this world

To very little mourning

Horatius, by Thomas Babington, Lord Macaulay

The following is a snippet from the great classic.

Then out spake brave Horatius

The Captain of the Gate:

“To every man upon this Earth

Death cometh soon or late.

And how can man die better

Than facing fearful odds,

For the ashes of his fathers

And the temples of his gods.”

Schoolboys have been reading of brave Horatius at the bridge for over two thousand years. Why has this long ago tale of a Roman soldier holding off the Etruscan host so compelling? I believe it is because it is a tale of honor, of bravery, of a warrior’s determination to fight for his country, his culture, his religion, his wife and children, to the death if need be. We are facing such a challenge today in militant Islam, on the rise once more, at war to the death with the once Christian west, a thousand year war that did not end at the gates of Vienna or at Lepanto. Do we have such a man, a Horatius, to stand at the bridge and deny the Muslims their victory over us, a victory that would reduce us to slaves? Will we see Muslim savagery for what it is, or will we insist Islam is a religion of peace, despite all evidence to the contrary? Will we stand and fight before a city dies from a Muslim nuke? Multiculturalism and political correctness have nearly destroyed the will of the West to resist, but resist we must, or we will surely lose all, including the ashes of our fathers and the temples of our gods.

For the ashes of his fathers

And the temples of his gods

Brave men will fight the fiercest foe

Despite the gravest odds

Today the foe amidst us

Walks upright and in the light

He fears naught but his holy book

That tells him he is right

To kill the infidel at hand

By any means possessed

He smiles the smile of conquest while

His victims are obsessed

With mortal things and mortal thoughts

Of living the good life

Avoiding confrontation and

Avoiding parlous strife

But come the day the masks fall off

Of Islam’s murderous face

And by its acts of savagery

Ignites the Christian race

Then only then will Christian men

Unite to stem the tide

And Islam’s terror gangsters will

Then have no place to hide

A burnt out western city will

Return a thousand fold

And western man the warrior

Will hark back to days of old

And will savage the black Muslims

Put them all beneath the sod

With the ashes of their fathers

And the temples of their god