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In a rambling interview, President Obama reflects upon the death of J. D. Salinger.

I know it’s nuts, Obama mused

But let’s give this a try

I feel that I have been abused

Like the catcher in the rye

A name like Holden Caulfield yet

Bespeaks of white class gold

Just how much whiter can you get

Just shows how they are bold

I’ve had the same dream Holden had

I’m standing by the cliff

To catch each wildly running lad

Yes that’s the rye field riff

The dream is just a metaphor

My people all in pain

And I just can’t forget ‘em nor

Have I a lot to gain

From pushing forward on my goal

To bring healthcare to all

And if I break someone’s rice bowl

That’s right, I’ll make that call

Right now though I am ‘specially blue

That Salinger is gone

Pierre was such a good guy too

A sprightly elfin fawn

Who took good care of JFK

And gave it every try

I didn’t know he wrote, they say

The Catcher In The Rye

Being human, we sometimes think of the end of life and what it may bring. Some believe it brings eternal life, while others believe it leads only the darkness of the grave. Whether life is full of trials and travail or is all honey and roses, I believe the end is the same for all of us; a short walk on a beach, before we meet He who made us.

Alone on the beach with the sky turning gray

The timeless sea murmuring low

Our minds try to reach out to the coming day

But deep in our souls this we know

That we are but one of the coarse grains of sand

That God in his wisdom has placed

On all of the beaches that make up the band

Of star worlds that His Son has graced

Alone on the beach with the coming of dawn

Our thoughts turn to God’s holy might

We know none will miss us for long when we’re gone

And walk down that path toward the light

The universe moves on without us it seems

As hard as it is to believe

The stars do not care for our hopes and our dreams

And its only ourselves who will grieve

Alone on the beach with our wonder to give

As the murmuring sea sheds the night

We know that with God’s grace we always will live

Safe and warm in our God’s holy sight

It is being reported that the NYC trial of Khalid Sheikh Mohammed has been scotched, though the trial will go on, but in another city. Which city? That’s what Obama and friends are debating as we speak.

If not New York, Obama cried

Where can we find the truth?

In New Orleans or Detroit town

Or possibly Duluth?

Or Philly just might be the place

In Independence Hall

Where certain people gathered once

Doing what I don’t recall

Then up spake gentle Robert Gibbs

A smile upon his face

Your Majesty he said and bowed

I know what’s just the place

That shining city on a hill

That city by the bay

The Golden Gate and Asiatown

A jury wise and fey

That’s it! Hussein cried, leaping up

We all know who’s the victim

Let’s put him in Pelosi town

They never will convict him

Just finished watching President Obama deliver the State Of The Union message to the assembled Congresscritters. With soaring rhetoric and darting teleprompter eyes, the president, to the cheers of his adoring minions, delivered an hour and twenty minutes of …nothing much in particular. Oh, he called for an end to “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”, and promised to fix all the messes the evil and incompetent George Bush left behind, and promised to go marching on and over the cliff with healthcare and carbon taxes to strangle the economy, but by and large it was a wasted hour and twenty minutes. Lincoln he wasn’t. The Battle Hymn Of The Republic it wasn’t. Except for one thing: he did promise to go marching on.   

Mine eyes have seen the glory

Of the coming of Our Lord

He is trampling out our freedoms

Calling us to climb aboard

Yes our wallets He is lightening

As debts terribly swift soared

His truth is marching on

Cho:

Glory, glory Christmas bomber

The system worked so let’s stay calmer

It was just a false Allahmer

His truth is marching on

We have seen him bow to Saudis

He says he will show us how

We have seen him claim that peace is ours

If we surrender now

We have seen the holy power

Of that intellectual brow

His truth is marching on

Cho:

Glory, glory Tony Rezko

Winds him up to watch the prez go

Soros smiles and then he says go

And O goes marching on

President Obama will address the country tonight in the annual State of the Union address.  Obama is swimming against a strong outgoing tide that is carrying him into irrelevancy. With momentous events swirling all about him, President Obama seems blissfully disconnected. The outgoing tide has carried him off the beach, where he bobs to and fro, aware in some dim fashion of the nearby looming landmass, but not a part of it. The people of this country are vehemently opposed to giving lawyers to terrorists, vehemently opposed to bringing Khalid Sheikh Mohammed to New York for a show trial that will result in the greatest anti-American propaganda boondoggle in recorded history, and are firmly opposed to the administration’s version of healthcare reform. Despite this, the president floats serenely alone, determined to press ahead, convinced that he and he alone knows what is good for us.

Alone on the beach with the sky turning gray

The timeless sea murmuring low

I spotted a swimmer a distance away

He seemed to be someone I know

He called me a greeting and waved me a hand

He grinned in an infectious way

And said “Why are you standing alone on the sand

Come into the water and play”

‘Twas Hussein Obama and now very near

He swam with strong strokes in the surf

He shouted “Now let me make perfectly clear

You’re standing on my favorite turf

I love shifting sands they permit me to be

Anything that my people desire

I always allow my positions be free

I never go wire to wire”

He emerged from the surf with a bound up the beach

The sun was just breaking new day

“A whole new world order is just in my reach”

He grinned a grin toothy and gay

“I’ve won in Iraq and in Afghan I’m fine

In Yemen we’re rounding them up

Our Iran position is coming on line

Good fortune is filling my cup”

Then back in the water now sparkling with sun

The breakers all brilliant with foam

I watched as he swam knowing he was The One

And turned and walked sadly back home

Back in the 50s, Senator Everett Dirksen, (R-IL), was an eloquent speaker for fiscal restraint. A most effective speaker, a true old-fashioned, crowd pleasing orator, he inveighed against any and all spending by the government he thought unnecessary, which was most of it. He remarked sadly, one time, that “a billion here and a billion there and pretty soon you’re talking real money.” That in a day when a billion dollars was indeed real money. It is amusing to speculate what Senator Dirksen would say of the Obama administration and the Congress spending such unthinkable sums on handouts to unions and Wall Street and other favored Democrat constituencies. And what would Senator Dirksen and other patriots think of the Obama team spending hundreds of millions of dollars on show trials for the murdering Muslims of 9/11 and millions more for lawyers for the Christmas day bomber who tried to kill an airplane full of Americans?

Senator Dirksen was known to declare

In a voice fairly dripping with honey

That a mere billion here and a mere billion there

And soon we are talking real money

Ike then was prez though his syntax did irk us

He balanced the budget for sure

But now we spend money for things like this circus

And smiling they come back for more

Where will it go and where will it end

Obama is digging a hole

The bigger it gets then the more they will spend

And soon we’ll all be on the dole

Millions to try all these Islamist scums

Who laughed at our martyrs now dead

When what they deserve is to hang by their thumbs

Then a bullet to back of the head

By a vote of 5 to 4, the Supreme Court has struck down much of the encumbering language built up over the past few decades that restricted the right of free speech for certain parts of the population. Corporations and unions can now spend freely and in the open, where before they could only spend freely and in disguise. Naturally, President Obama and the Democrat congress are outraged that the Supreme Court has taken literally the words of the First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States, claiming heatedly that only liberal corporations like the Democrat controlled media has the right to free speech, meaning, in their version of the First Amendment, that only liberals have the rights guaranteed by the Bill of Rights.

Baby, baby, please don’t leave me

Once sung by the Supremes

Is now Obama’s plaintive cry

Just one more crash of dreams

By 5 to 4 the Court has ruled

That speech indeed is free

That henceforth folks can hear the truth

Without the FCC

Deciding just who gets the right

To speak his piece of mind

That heretofore was slanted toward

The leftmost they could find

No wonder ‘Bama’s all shook up

Like Elvis it’s all gone

The Court declared the media is

No longer Hussein’s pawn

President Obama, in the wake of the Massachusetts tsunami, is shuffling the deck chairs, bringing back into the White House the guys who ran the 2008 campaign that got him elected to the job he is clearly not competent to hold. He hopes to bring back that old black magic. Many years ago the immortal Doris Day sang about the magic of being in love. I believe the country is well over the love affair with the man Spike Lee has called the Magical Negro.

He sighs, the song begins

He speaks and they hear violins

It’s magic

The stars desert the skies

As he cuts health care down to size

It’s magic

And then along came Brown

Of Wrentham, Mass

And it all came undone

Alack, alas

You’re done, you’re finished bro

And take Alinsky when you go

It’s magic

No more can you explain

That Bush is cause of all that rain

It’s magic

Why do I tell myself

All that is happening is all really true

It’s just because I know

The magic is that you are through

Some things are even more important than politics, and NFL Championship Sunday is one of them. For that reason, I, Nostradamus, will give you my predictions for Sunday’s games. My first prediction is a dome team will win at least one of the games, and since three of the four teams still playing are dome teams, that one is a one hundred percent certainty, as are most of my predictions. And secondly, I will tell you what I have always told the Medicis. Take the points.

The Jets they like to run the ball

Those passing plays they just don’t call

They play defense like hair’s on fire

I see them going wire to wire

The Colts though like to spread it out

With Peyton there is little doubt

That when the man is in the zone

There’s not a game he does not own

The Vikings have a man named Favre

Who grins because he likes to carve

Those corners up with pinpoint throws

And he could win it, I suppose

The Saints sure look like destiny’s team

They’ve never reached the Super Bowl dream

This time as pretty as you please

They’ll get there ‘cause of one Drew Brees

In 1812 Napoleon’s La Grande Armee entered Moscow, believing they had won the war with Russia. The Russians thought otherwise, and shortly thereafter, starving and cold, the Grande Armee set out for home, across the trackless Russian steppe, in the dead of winter. Very few made it back to France. Obama’s desperate drive to get Obamacare passed in the Senate before Christmas was very like Napoleon’s drive to enter Moscow before winter set in, and the aftermath looks very much like Napoleon’s retreat from Moscow. The American people have seen, despite the heroic efforts by the mainstream media to disguise it, the sordid back alley deals the Dems used to get the needed 60 votes. The people have also seen that passage of Socialized medicine will bankrupt the country, ration healthcare, and enlarge the power of the Federal government, an unholy trinity the people of the United States reject by a substantial margin. And now the voters of Massachusetts have spoken for all of us. As of this writing, Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid and the leaders of the Democratic party are meeting to try to figure out how to get this monstrosity passed, and they are looking at Reconciliation. If they can pull that off they will gotten the camel’s nose under the tent. And if they manage to push something down the throats of a public that has said loudly and clearly that they don’t want it, then the Democrat party will be savaged by the voters in November. If the Dems double down after the Massachusetts defeat, as both Obama and Axelrod have vowed to do, they may get something passed, but the cost to the Democrats will be enormous. Like Napoleon’s soldiers, very few of them will be returning.    

The snow so deep, the wind so cold

The city far away

There’s wealth and food there we were told

Press on another day!

We struggle on, the horses die

And still the city sits

Behind us ‘gainst the winter sky

So far from Austerlitz

We gained the prize, another dawn

But neither wealth nor food

The city burned, the people gone

The men in murderous mood

A tinsel prize, a barren dream

We starved and headed home

Through snow and sleet and cold that seem

To mock each onion dome

We died by roadside, died by wood

We watched the death toll grow

We ate our horses when we could

Then lay down in the snow

But I’m not dead, I’m still alive

Bemused, I watch the scene

As others force the snow and strive

To go where we have been

A tinsel prize, a barren dream

Health care and cap and trade

They never learn, so it would seem

For some dreams never fade

So they press on, alons! No fear!

For snow-bound sixty votes

But coming closer they can hear

The failing bugle notes