Verse-afire

The United States government of Barack Obama and Secretary of State Hillary Clinton have thrown the Israelis under the bus for daring to contemplate building housing in their own country. Barack and Hillary seem to feel the Israelis have no right to consider the land of Israel as belonging to the people living there, not when it serves the Obama purpose of sucking up to Arabs. The Israelis live in a political and military minefield and Obama seems intent on forcing them to walk over it.

This land is mined land

This land inured land

Not California

Or the New York island

But they’re our friend, so

Don’t let it end, so

Barack we beg you

Don’t let them die

They won’t go quiet

They will not buy it

That they must heed to

Your slightest whim

If Iran acts now

Here are the facts now

The mid-east blazes

And then grows dim

Penn State Professor Philip Jenkins, writing in The American Conservative, describes the Third World War as a war between Christians and Muslims. He doesn’t say who wins.

Along the line drawn in the sand

At the tenth degree of latitude

The old and new faiths take their stand

With quite a reversed attitude

For Islam, land that once was theirs

Is changing faiths today

A state of perilous affairs

For the Islamic way

Professor Jenkins seems to think

We’re on the Christians’ side

And posits that there is a link

With Western Christian pride

Professor Jenkins, I’ve got news

No Western pride exists

The West has no one in the pews

And Marxism persists

When Africans give up the gods

Their fathers loved and feared

For someone else’s faith, the odds

Are that that faith has seared

A fire in their souls that must

Have seemed to burn so bright

A faith of love and for the just

A faith of warmth and light

There is a war between the faiths

Says Mr. Jenkins here

Indeed there is, that’s why the wraiths

Whisper in professor’s ear

Robert Kaplan, writing in the Atlantic Monthly, seems to think success in Afghanistan will only lead to failure, and also seems to be uncomfortable with the American military being left unsupervised by their political betters. Someone once described the British Empire as being assembled in a fit of absent-mindedness. It looks like the American Empire is being assembled in much the same way, further disturbing Kaplan, who seems to think, or so it would appear, that we are children playing at empire.

Where did I put my tinkertoy

Who took my ball and glove

Children don’t build they just destroy

Raining death from above

People like Kaplan love to fret

Success just leads to ill

It seems good news he’s never met

I doubt he ever will

Who is the Kipling of today

That mildish, childish man

Who wrote of dawn and Mandalay

And the lure of far Afghan

Historians of far off years

Will look at us with awe

And say we wrestled with our fears

And gave the lawless law

Professors are now banning laptops in their classrooms because of the constant distractions; some kids are surfing the web, some are watching porn, some playing games. A little ironic because not so long ago professors and teachers advocated computers in the classroom, and now they find themselves playing second fiddle to a touch pad.

No more the writing finger writ

No longer words on wall

A letter now is just a bit

In lecture’s empty hall

Professor at the lectern waits

His notes in easy reach

Until distracting noise abates

So he can once more teach

The problem is, to fill the gaps

The wired ones at least

Have much more info in their laps

The teacher having ceased

To be the one who must purvey

The knowledge and the facts

Beginning with the course survey

And on for several acts

Today a touch pad brings to men

The Universe complete

With Wi-Fi Solon lives again

Yo teach, you can’t compete

The Belmont Club has an interesting post on “getting left of the boom”, that is, getting the IED before it gets you.

Whistling an old Sinatra tune

Ahmed roamed the room

Intent on projects for the day

A few things to go boom

Sinatra songs just filled his head

Only The Lonely filled his mind

His wife, his love since she was twelve

Was doing him unkind

The IEDs were cooking now

Friend Yousef taking care

To see that nothing would go wrong

The danger they would share

His mind’s eye drifted back to her

To her new love, the thief

Who stole her gentle eyes from him

Aazad, the Taliban chief

Come Fly With Me, Aazad had said

In The Wee Small Hours they met

Then Yousef brought him back to earth

The fuses must be set

Revenge and rage filled Ahmed’s soul

His love, his wife, her vow

Aazad the Chief was not at fault

But trysts he’d not allow

Sinatra’s words played loud and clear

He’d live by Allah’s code

The IEDs were ready now

And soon they would be sowed

How many of them do you want

Friend Yousef said at last

And Ahmed strode straight for the door

The time was here so fast

Two Marvelous For Words, he smiled

And shouldered up his load

Just One For My Baby is all I need

And one more for the road

Paul Ryan, 40 year old five term Republican congressman from Wisconsin, has become the GOP leader on economic policy, a policy that attempts to stop the Democrat steamroller from driving the country into bankruptcy. Obama has already added over 2 trillion dollars to the national debt in just one year, and is projected to add over 10 trillion dollars more over the next few years. Paul Ryan says, “Within a few years a sale of government bonds will fail. The capital markets will go crazy, and the Fed and Treasury will run to Capitol Hill demanding a giant bailout. Adding Obamacare would make the crisis go deeper and arrive faster.” Well, we now have Obamacare, and the financial crisis will be much worse than anyone could have imagined. We need Paul Ryan, or someone like him, to drive a stake in the evil heart of Marxist socialism that is driving the country over the cliff. The problem is, 2012 may be too late, Obama may have succeeded before then in driving the country over the cliff, to smash in bloody fragments onto the rocks far below.

Paul Ryan is tryin’

To make sure it’s dyin’

And see that our Marxism’s dead

The party is over

We’re out of the clover

We’re all gonna work more instead

Entitlements finished

And welfare diminished

We’ll soon put the country on track

No longer will shirkers

Outnumber the workers

With Ryan our liberty’s back

Obama rejected

He could get elected

Both Marxist and Maoist he’d shelve

A man who is able

To clean out the stable

Paul Ryan in twenty oh twelve

Last Friday, before we got run over by Obamacare over the weekend, we began the saga of one Sulim Amadayev, the Chechen turncoat who was gunned down by the Russians in Dubai, killed by a man with a gold plated automatic, in a clear reference to Agent 007. Continuing the saga, the intriguing question is – will the Russians follow along the Bondian path? Will Russian assassins be reading the adventures of James Bond as they track down their prey? 

The Bondian aspect, golden gun

Reveals the fiendish clever fun

The Russkies have when playing out their games

We’ll very soon discover that

The next assassin used a hat

Like Odd Job tried to use on dapper James

Or how about the laser beam

A Dr No or Blofeld scheme?

Or maybe someone else who tried the deed

But Bond would even up the score

With romps with his Pussy Galore

Then when the plot got thick he’d intercede

But Bond was fiction, this was real

It had a kind of final feel

The Russkies don’t forget and don’t forgive

You cross those babies and you’re dead

In a garage or in your bed

When bought you stay if you expect to live

The Left has shown its fascist face for all to see. They care deeply about certain things, but they care about power most of all. Power to control our lives, power to tell us what to do and when to do it, power to decide that giving Viagra to everyone, even sex offenders, is the essence of humanitarian care-giving. They care not that the bill that is now law will bankrupt the country unless somehow checked, either by the courts or by the elections in November. If they can force you to buy insurance under penalty of law, if the IRS can deduct the price of insurance you do not want from your paycheck, or fine you for non-compliance, why cannot they force you to buy a Government Motors car? And what color shirts will Obama’s internal armed force wear, green or brown? When you hear the boots on the pavement it will be too late. A liberal commenter sent me the following message:

It doesn’t make much sense to me

Why knuckledraggers cannot see

That sex offenders are just people too

A little pill just once a day

A tortured child the price we pay

Preserving liberty for me and you

You right wing guys give me a pain

All hail Barack, long may he reign

He’s what this country needs and what it’s got

Next on the docket cap and trade

And let us call a spade a spade

Michelle is gorgeous too and just damn hot

In closing let me say Barack

Is taking our great country back

Back to its great beginnings and its roots

Soon you’ll see us marching proud

Horst Wessel Lied so clear and loud

The pavements ringing with the sound of boots

It is now more than 24 hours since the Dems passed Obamacare late Sunday night, and I am still sick unto my stomach. We had too close a glimpse at the sausage making. Deals and threats, threats and deals. I tell myself it isn’t over, I tell myself there is still a chance to stay the country from going down the road to serfdom, to borrow a phrase, to stay the country from going down that long, slippery socialist road that leads to the long sleep of national death. It took Rome a long time to die; our death will be cleaner, for the barbarians are not at the gates, they are ruling the country. But I do not despair. To borrow another phrase, God looks after drunks, fools and the United States of America. I believe we will come through this, changed, possibly, in some ways, but not fundamentally changed, as is so ardently wished by our leftist rulers. Maybe the pundits are right, maybe the Democrats will be severely punished in November. I hope so, but November is a long way off, and much can and will happen. I comfort myself by believing the left has just had its Austerlitz, and Waterloo is looming, and they will go the way of another American political party, the long gone and mostly forgotten Whigs.

Nothing could be vainer

Than the plea by Mr. Boehner

To get the Dems to thinking

‘Bout a bill that was so stinking

That most people did reject it

But his plea, as was expected

Was rebuffed by those who heard it

And they voted as if herded

By Pelosi dressed in fancy

Clothing made for just our Nancy

Made it clear that any member

Who votes no will long remember

What it’s like to cross the party

So with cheers both loud and hearty

The Dems just destroyed the nation

Disregarding the oration

By distinguished Mr. Boehner

Their disdain could not be plainer

But the battle isn’t over

For the moment they’re in clover

But November will be here soon

They’ll be sitting in the rear soon

For no matter how they salve it

Angered people will not have it

Yes right now they’re quite the fed pigs

Pretty soon they’ll be the dead Whigs

On the very day the Democrats in the House pushed through the most destructive bill to ever see the light of day, on the very day the odious Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi, announced grandly and with a beatific smile that We Are Doing This For The American People!, when we all know they are doing it for power, the power to tell us all what to do and when to do it, the power all leftists live for and die for, yes, on the very day 235 years of history and culture were tossed in the dumpster and the country started on the path to a Marxist socialistic country, the Belmont Club had a discussion about bats. You know, those furry things that fly at night and turn into vampires. Sort of like Democrats now that I think of it, and who better to lead them in their nightly forays but Botox Nancy.    

I don’t love those bats, but I have no hard feelings

They’re just some weird rats that hang down from the ceilings

And when they get sleepy they clump nice and cozy

To me they’re just creepy, like Bela Lugosi

But I like them more than those Dems and their hell care

We’ll even the score, we care not for their welfare

They think that we’ll take it and thank them forever

They think they can fake it but they’re not that clever

We’ll wait till they’re sleepy and clump nice and cozy

And wood stake that creepy vampire Pelosi