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On vacation, will return Monday, 5 July. As long as you’re here, look around. There’s some good stuff.

General McChrystal was fired Wednesday by President Obama for saying disrespectful things about the civilian authority in a very liberal magazine called Rolling Stone. The General was apologetic, but he had committed the unpardonable sin; he thought he knew how to fight a war better than some political appointee, so he had to go.

I am a rolling stone

Saying things out loud for which I must atone

So now I’m all alone

Yes I’m a rolling stone

I talked a bit too much

Saying things like he’s a dope and such and such

Got me in a lot of dutch

Yes I’m a rolling stone

Now I’m out of a job

Talking to a magazine it sure played hob

Now with the jobless mob

Yes I’m a rolling stone

See all the stars I wore

Count ‘em how you will they still count up to four

I made Obama sore

Yes I’m a rolling stone

General David Petraeus has been named to succeed General McChrystal as Supreme Commander in Afghanistan. We remember how Obama and the entire liberal chorus screamed when President Bush sent him to Iraq to surge the fight and win the war, how they took full page ads in the New York Times sliming him as General BetrayUs. But that was then, and the last thing the left wanted was for a Republican to win a war, and so they did everything in their power to see that the country lost, because if the war was lost under the hated Bush then that would mean winning votes for Democrats, and who cares about the country losing a stupid little war when votes for Democrats are at stake. But now it looks like the Afghan war is being unaccountably lost under the leadership of the Light-giver, the Messiah, the sainted Barack Hussein Obama, and so Cincinnatus has been called upon to put down his plow and save the Anointed One the momentary distress of having lost a war, and therefore votes.  

General Petraeus now is back in charge

Fighting all the battles both the small and large

Giving clear directions to the gunny sarge

Yes he will show them how

Don’t you think it’s funny that when Pres’dent Bush

Sent him to Iraq Obama tried to push

For his sacking but he’s now in Hindu Kush

Yes O’s all for him now

Remember when the Olbermann and Soros clan

And every liberal chorus gal and chorus man

Said he was BetrayUs and did all they can

To get him stoned to death

But now the story’s changed and now he’s theirs for good

All that he’s BetrayUs was misunderstood

Now the left will fight just like they always would

But just don’t hold your breath

The question is being asked again – Is amphibious warfare a thing of the past? Do we really need a Marine Corps? This questioning of the necessity of the Marine Corps happens after every war. With the coming of peace the money stops, and the Navy has to fight for its share of the smaller pie, and naturally wants to spend it on ships. The Marine Corps gets reduced in size, gets the left-overs, the hand-me-downs, the old tanks the Army no longer wants, the airplanes the Navy has retired. And despite it all the Corps stays ready for the call when the country needs it. When the crisis comes the Marine Corps responds like it always has; with honor and duty and courage.

They tried to kill us many times

They tried to kill the Corps

They try to kill us every time

After every war

They cut us back and cut us down

They starve us near to death

But when dark trouble comes our way

And nation holds its breath

They call on us again to fight

And hold the banner high

And we respond and always will

With cries of Semper Fi!

Though they make up 48% of the population, no Latino has ever been elected to the Port Chester, NY Board of Trustees, so the Justice Department has ordered the town to level the playing field to allow Latinos to be elected. It mattered not to the Justice Department that a considerable fraction of the Latino population was illegal. No, the Constitution carries no weight with the US Justice Department when ethnic activists demand it act in their behalf. The answer to the non-electability of Latinos is to give everyone six votes, which they can distribute in any manner they wish, all six to one candidate, or one-sixth vote each to six candidates, or any combination in between. It is called cumulative voting, and the only thing cumulative about it is the damage things like this are doing to the country. But to those who believe we must be fair above all, fairness means giving the vote to illegal aliens and devising a voting system that benefits one group over another.

So now we have a voting plan

For the Hispanic legions

But no one seems to care at all

For all us blond Norwegians

It seems to me what favors one

At the expense of others

Is not what we are all about

Are we not all just brothers?

Norwegians gave this land its birth

From Washingson to Bushson

But now we seem to intend to

Give some an unfair cushion

What next, does Pujols get four strikes

Are Latin popups powered

By legal means to go as far

As blasts by Ryan Howard?

With voting rights bestowed to all

From citizens to walk-ins

The country soon will look just like

The peaceful, happy Balkans

A global warming skeptic has identified a possible reason for the slight increase in temperature as reported by land based reporting stations. It seems that in addition to these little bird house-like reporting stations that were once in open fields and are now in shopping mall parking lots and other heat sinks as the countryside has grown up around them, the stations, which once were whitewashed, are now painted, and it is claimed that investigation has shown that a painted station records a higher temperature than a whitewashed station. Of course the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Association disputes the data, claiming that they are right and anyone who says they are not are nut cases, even though thousands of volunteers spent many years collecting the data. But a greater question than the truth or falsity of global warming is, why did they change from whitewash to paint when Washington has always had an unlimited supply of whitewash.      

Where once was whitewash now is paint

The reasoning’s before us

Whenever there is voiced complaint

The governmental chorus

Will shout Not So! Your data’s wrong

And e’en should they admit it

You get the ripe old dance and song

Before you can submit it

Investigations make them blush

They’re often caught red-handed

Then out will come the whitewash brush

Then smile and claim they’re candid

They’re never wrong, they tell no lie

And therein lies the reason

That whitewash is in short supply
It’s always whitewash season

Former President Bill Clinton just won’t go away. Named as the go-between in the job offer to Congressman Sestak to get out of the race against Arlen Specter, Bill is still in the news on a regular basis. Hillary, whose latest was to tell a foreign journalist that the United States Justice Department is going to sue the State of Arizona for daring to uphold the law of the land, has amply demonstrated that she has no business being Secretary of State or any other responsible position. But none of this matters, for it seems the Clintons will always be with us. We know Bill’s story, and how he got there, but what of Hillary? First Lady, Senator from New York, Secretary of State, none of which would have happened had she not married Bill. The true story of how Bill and Hillary met has not been told, except to me, by an acquaintance from Arkansas, who knew them back in the sweet used to be.

Young Hill, fresh out of school of law

While driving south for pleasure

Did chance to be in Arkansas

Which she thought was a treasure

She thought she’d stay a little while

But not for long, no, mercy

The backwoods didn’t suit her style

But better than New Jercy

She thought she better get a job

A good one would be dandy

She asked a guy whose shirt said Bob

Who said see Bill or Randy

You’ll find them in old Frank’s Saloon

Most evenin’s after dinner

You’ll know them, Randy’s a balloon

While Bill’s a little thinner

She wondered what they did for funs

In woods so deep, my gracious

And stuffed a pair of tiny guns

Into her bra capacious

Inside she found a lookin’ guy

A-grinnin’ and a-leerin’

He fixed her with his wand’rin eye

So graciously endearin’

She said hello and might by chance

You’re either Bill or Randy

I’m both he laughed and we can dance

To good old boy Moe Bandy

They spun the floor, her head awhirl

They danced the floor so lightly

She thought I’m just a college girl

He’s holding me too tightly

And what is more he is for sure

So absolutely charming

And though I’m just the girl du jour

This feeling is alarming

She knew she had to pry him free

She’d have to try the pistols

She hated how he hummed off key

She didn’t like the whistles

She pulled her guns, said you’re too much

I like my men more strangerous

He grinned, said ah could tell by touch

Them mammalia was derringerous

You weren’t all that scared, she said

Are guns in bras so normal

And with a grin he shook his head

Said not when goin’ formal

He said a gal he sometimes saw

Who every woman hates

She always carried in her bra

A pair of 38s

They fell in love right then and there

To everyone a mystery

They pledged their lives they each would share

The rest, they say, is history

Have you noticed we hardly actually make anything anymore?  Oh, we make airplanes and high tech medical equipment, but we no longer make the little things people use every day, like shoes and waffle irons.  Go to Wal-Mart and check the country of origin on the boxes.  If we did, one day, want or have to start making stuff again, would anyone know how to do it?

Making stuff is all the rage

In countries far away

They work for a subsistence wage

A couple bucks a day

While here at home the folks pretend

They’re working hard but they’re

Just stacking paper end to end

To climb that corporate stair

No need to dirty up one’s hands

By working with the soil

No, building things on shifting sands

Is what we now call toil

We’ve built a nice society

Where everyone’s a king

But soon will come sobriety

‘Cause we don’t build a thing

That ordinary people want

That people really need

Who wants to work, that’s just a stunt

What’s real is wholesome greed

What’s that you say, it’s coming down?

Just watch it all collapse?

Oh well, we’ve had our time in town

The kids will pay, perhaps

In his oval office speech a few nights ago, President Obama informed us that the way to get the Gulf oil spill under control is to pass the cap and trade bill. Senators Lieberman and Kerry have a hurriedly written carbon tax bill ready to be presented to the Senate, knowing they have a shrinking window of opportunity, for it is unlikely they will still have large majorities in the Congress after the November elections. The Democrats are pressing furiously for a carbon tax to fund their outrageous giveaways of trillions of dollars to the unions and other faithful. Of course they don’t call it a tax on every single American who lives and breathes and exhales carbon dioxide, they call it carbon cap and trade, and are prepared to convince the unwashed rest of us that the tax won’t fall on us but on polluters like BP, and that a carbon tax is vital to protect the planet from global warming, though they will frame the argument in other ways, knowing that global warming has been rejected as nonsense and a scam by most of the electorate  They do not care that their scheme will devastate the Middle West, where almost all of their electricity comes from coal fired plants, nor do they care that their scheme will destroy the American coal industry. Of course, it is not that they don’t care; they do care. They care for their agenda, their plan, for the plan is to destroy the American economy so they can ram their socialist agenda down our throats.

The idea behind cap and trade is that the government will set the minimum amount of carbon allowed to enter our pristine atmosphere, and that people who do not reach that minimum may sell their unused carbon credits to people who do exceed the minimum. Also, carbon emitters may buy carbon credits from companies who will plant trees or bloom the oceans, the trees and plankton blooms eating the carbon and thereby canceling out the overproduction of carbon dioxide by the industry now deemed a polluter. Bear in mind that former Vice President Albert Gore owns a carbon credit company, and so stands to make a whole lot of money out of this global warming scam he has done so much to promote. You will recall that after leaving office in January of 2001, Vice President Gore declared his net worth at one million dollars. Al just recently bought an ocean front home in California for 9 million dollars, to go along with his other properties, including a multi-million dollar mansion in Tennessee. That money came from somewhere, folks, and it came from the global warming scam he is running.

The environmentalists behind the global warming scam see a bright future in a carbonless world, President Obama and the Democrats see a way to tax their way out of the trillions in debt they have foisted on the country, and Mr. Gore sees immense personal profit. No matter that carbon is the essential building block of all life on Earth, and that without carbon life as we know it would not be possible. No matter to the environmentalists, the Democrats and Mr. Gore. Carbon is bad. Oliver Cromwell was once cautioned by a close friend, “For the love of God, Oliver, consider you may be wrong!” William Rutherford, in a paper to the Royal Society, once calculated how much longer the sun would continue to burn by assuming the sun was composed of the finest Welsh coal. Rutherford had the grace to add that the calculation depended on further information about the nature of the sun. Chesterton famously remarked that a man who does not believe in God does not believe in nothing, he believes in anything.  And that is where we now are. People who have nothing to believe in now believe in anything. The global warming alarmists have no inclination to consider they may be wrong, for they have an agenda, and are convinced, despite the history of cooling and warming cycles, despite the science, that Western man and Western civilization are destroying the planet, and so therefore Western man and Western civilization must be destroyed. The global warming fanatics who are driving this travesty of science and common sense at least believe the nonsense they are spewing. I’m not sure President Obama and the Democrats believe any of the global warming nonsense, but they sure are trying like hell to take advantage of it by passing carbon cap and trade, and if they succeed, it will be the largest single tax increase on every single American in the history of the country. How did we come to this? Are they cap and traders or cap and traitors?

Alarmists say the USA is harming

Earth and little people everywhere

Adding to that awful global warming

Far more than our natural global share

Carbon is the real time big time villain

Carbon’s got to go the creatures say

Anybody caught by Feds while spillin’

The stuff into the air will surely pay

But there’s a way to keep that old pollution

From making all your profits fall and fade

All you need is formal absolution

By buying into that neat cap and trade

Here is how it works, it’s really easy

You just buy credits from the comp’ny store

Don’t worry if you feel a little queasy

To learn the company’s owned by one Al Gore

We’ve got to clean the atmosphere in some way

We’ve got to have clean air and all that stuff

So what if little people lose their payday

You know some people always have it rough

The upside to it is the ones we do please

Envirowhackos and their loopy crowd

Are happy to collect and spend the new fees

What’s more our sacrifice sure makes them proud

To think the USA now takes the world lead

In shutting down our fact’ries and our work

To stop the Warming’s awful frightful warp speed

They’re proud to see that none of us will shirk

In the big fight ‘gainst cigarettes and whalers

We’re all on board to save good planet earth

From all us fascist CO2 exhalers

Who started breathing shortly after birth

Many years ago there was a television program called Omnibus, where one Sunday afternoon a play about a murder was presented. The murderer wandered into town dressed in a clown suit, making the children laugh, charming all. But there was something more to this clown than playing the pipe and juggling balls. He had come to murder someone, which he did, then doffed his clown suit and fake beard and eyebrows and calmly walked out of town. Barack Obama is like that clown. He has walked into town with a smile on his face, but with the intent of murdering the United States.

The people have voted and thus by their grace

Have given the keys to a clown

Who dressed in neat suit with a smile on his face

Just wandered one day into town

And just as a clown is not all that he seems

With his juggling act and fake smile

So this stranger among us now proffers his dreams

With a coolness that defines his style

Yet under the smile lies a deep hidden threat

For this man who now holds us in thrall

Has with malice determined to put us in debt

And back us straight into the wall

His radical plan is to make us like Greece

Just another failed socialist state

He has plans to surrender and then call it peace

He has circled the calendar date

And when he’s destroyed the last freedom we have

And his commie friends cheer and rejoice

He will smile and claim sores must be smothered with salve

For the sores he sees gave him no choice

Yes he’s doing quite well what he set out to do

The destruction of US of A

And when he is done he will smile toodle-oo

And wish us a very good day