Monthly Archives: October 2009

A Hallowe’en Baby

October 31st, Hallowe’en, is an important day in my life, for on that day many years ago I entered this unforgiving world not expecting much, and received more than I had hoped for or deserved. My time on this planet has been put to good use, raising a wonderful family and a trio of handsome, smart and beautiful grandchildren. Life, as they say, is good.

 

 

We think of goblins, ghosts and such

On October day the last

But I don’t think of them so much

‘Cause years go by so fast

You see ‘twas on the 31st

That I came on the scene

With naught to eat and raging thirst

Not knowing where I’d been

I did recall a soft warm place

Quite dark but comfy too

I seemed to feel upon my face

A wetness but who knew

And then a spasm pushed me down

Headfirst I slid the way

Emerging then I think downtown

In middle of the day

Rough hands then held me by the heels

And smacked me on the butt

I gasped for air, how good it feels

To know I’d made the cut

And then they put me next to mom

She hugged and kissed me then

As I relaxed and grew quite calm

I realized some men

With stethoscopes were eyeing me

As I groped for a teat

I didn’t like their prying, see

So I refused to eat

So that was my first Hallowe’en

In all it went quite well

Succeeding days were not so keen

Sometimes were bloody hell

But I survived as most folks do

And grew up in my time

And found that I was of the few

Who found that life’s a rhyme

 

 

The Guardians

The Daily Mail describes a secret court in Britain called the Office of the Public Guardian, which seizes the assets of thousands of elderly and mentally diminished people and turns control of their lives over to the State, even when to do so is against the wishes of the families. Such is the goal of socialist governments everywhere. Control. Power over the individual. The State knows better how to care for you than you do. And this is where we are headed if Obama succeeds in destroying the finest health-care system the world has ever seen and imposing State control over our lives. It’s not about insurance companies. It’s about you.     

 

 

A pity sir, he gravely said

Your mum is round the bend

She’s acting queerly in the head

Who knows where it will end

She’s just a little dottie now

But in a few short years

She’ll try but she will know not how

And burst in bitter tears

I’ll care for her like she did me

Spoke up her loving son

I love her, sir, why can’t you see

I’ll do what needs be done

Ah no the Guardian did smile

We’ll take care of your mum

She’ll stay with us for little while

For just a tiny sum

We have her welfare in our hearts

I’m sure you will agree

That families care in fits and starts

With us your time is free

Think of us as a family jewel

Your mum will be just fine

We’ll need her assets so if you’ll

Sign on the dotted line

We’ll get her off into our care

With others of her kind

And like them all she’ll sit and stare

We’re sure that you won’t mind

And when her time on earth is done

She’ll leave us with a smile

You may be sure, devoted son

We’ll send her off in style

 

 

Over The Cliff

Britain looks to be about to elect a Conservative government in the person of David Cameron, rejecting the Labour government of Gordon Brown. But not so fast. David Cameron is no Maggie Thatcher, being a lot closer in political philosophy to Gordon Brown than to Winston Churchill. It seems a Conservative government of Britain will be only slightly less to the left of the outgoing Labour party, retaining the welfare nanny state in its entirety, because the British public have grown accustomed to the state doing everything for them. And we are headed in that direction. President Obama is bent on transforming the United States into a carbon(less) copy of the enormously successful economies of socialist Europe, and for the same reason: large parts of the American electorate have become dependent on the federal government, and the more people the Democrats can crowd onto the teat the more Democrats will be elected. And so it goes, and so we go, over the socialist cliff.   

 

 

The world is crumbling ‘neath our feet

As what was Right’s now Left

The liberal win is now complete

And we are now bereft

Of any counter argument

To liberal thought and deed

Conservatism now seems spent

They’ve joined the hearts that bleed

One mustn’t think it’s over there

The problem’s not our own

They’ve had their own Obamacare

They’ve put their souls on loan

To nanny state in every guise

Sharia to the dole

They’ve crossed the lonely bridge of sighs

To never more be whole

Whatever happens to the Brits

Has happened first to France

And before them it came to Fritz

Now it’s our turn to dance

To think that in my father’s time

Not many years ago

The country’s economic clime

Was government go slow

But now we’re headed for the cliff

The music’s getting loud

Just time for one more jazz time riff

Then join the lefty crowd

 

 

We Think You’re Dumb, But We’re On Your Side

The Washington Times has revealed that the United States Justice Department has ruled that a small town of 23,000 people in North Carolina, two-thirds of whom are Black, cannot have an election where the candidates on the ballot have no party label, saying that without a Democratic party label the Black voters of the town would not know who to vote for. The question is, who is the racist here, the black folks of Kinston, NC who know their neighbors and who voted in a valid election to have non-party identified candidates, or the same Justice Department hack who dismissed charges against the Black Panthers who forcefully and aggressively intimidated white voters at a polling booth in Philadelphia last election and who now says that Black people are too dumb to vote without being told which candidate is the Democrat?

 

 

Now listen up, here’s how it works

We put a great big D

Next to the name so you dumb jerks

Know where your rice bowl be

We can’t expect that you will know

Your neighbor is a Dem

We can’t afford you’ll stoop so low

To vote for one of them

By them I mean the GOP

Those racist gangsters who

Would suck the blood from you and me

And stick it to us too

That’s why we need you be aware

Of just who’s on your side

Without a label you’d just stare

Unable to decide

You’d stand and scratch your wooly head

Bewildered and perplexed

You know the Rs just want you dead

We’ll get those suckers next

In closing let me say to all

Black voters in the State

It’s folks like you answering the call

Who make this country great

 

 

 

A Slip Of The Tongue

Secretary of State Hillary Clinton misspoke the other day in Belfast, Northern Ireland, when she told the assembled politicians at the Stormont that she had stayed at the bomb damaged Europa Hotel when she and Bill were last in Belfast. Just a slip of the tongue from a slip of a girl. It was quickly pointed out that the Europa Hotel had last been bombed two years before she and Bill had checked in. Now we all know memory can be faulty. Sometimes we honestly believe we were in a certain place at a certain time, and even have vivid memories of being there, even though it may not be at all true. Memories are tricky. And if this were the first of her mistaken memories we could overlook it, but it is only one in a long list of misspoken memories. There was the time in Bosnia when she claimed she came under sniper fire when her plane landed. “I remember landing under sniper fire,” she said. “There was supposed to be some kind of greeting ceremony at the airport, but instead we just ran with our heads down to get into the vehicle to get to our base.” Alas, newsreels of the event showed her smiling as a little girl handed her a bouquet of flowers as she stepped off the plane. No snipers. But then, memories are tricky. Then there was the time she claimed she had been named for the famous mountain climber Sir Edmund Hillary. The problem was Edmund Hillary did not become famous until 1953 when he became the first man to climb Mt. Everest, and Hillary was born in 1947, six years before anyone had ever heard of Edmund Hillary. Can’t wait for her memoirs.    

 

 

Through shot and shell

She lived to tell

Of her great escape

From sniper blows

And goodness knows

‘Bout every other scrape

From Agincourt

To prairie fort

She’s been there and done that

On Pelelieu

I’m telling you

You’ve got to tip your hat

On landing strips

On foreign trips

She’s taken triple A

An ack-ack gun

Is simply fun

She grins ‘cause she’s okay

Our Sec of State

By God she’s great

She goes where danger gleams

With every breath

She laughs at death

If only in her dreams

 

 

Time And Tide

There are those who believe time is the point of an arrow, hurtling through space, with nothing before or behind the arrow point. In this view, there is no future time nor past time, just present time. Others believe time is a never-ending river, a river that has always been there and always will be there, where every living thing enters the river in its time and drifts downstream until time to leave. In this view, the future is always down river, the past always up river, with everyone and everything who has ever lived or ever will live in the river at the same time, though each aware only of those in his own infinitely small stretch of river. Neither view proves or disproves the existence of a Creator God, neither view answers the question of what are we doing in the river or at the point of the arrow. For that we must look into ourselves.

 

 

Is time the point of an arrow

Or a never-ending river

Will lives be spent in sorrow

Or joy with God the giver

Of time and love and life

Who gives a child to laugh

Where happiness and strife

Are lines upon the graph

That heaven keeps on file

And marks up every day

And traces us the while

We work and love and play

For me the river’s deep

And flowing much too fast

With memories to keep

Of faces from the past

We enter far upstream

And slowly drift the tide

Awake in God’s good dream

Till we are by His side

 

 

Count ‘Em, Even If They Aren’t There

The 2010 Census is upon us, and the Department of Commerce has assured us that the census count will be fair and unpoliticized, and many cite as proof the removal of Acorn from the list of organizations on tap to do the counting. Verse-afire is unconvinced, having seen a partial list of the remaining leftist and radical leftist organizations with their sticky fingers in the census pie. Can we count on the guys in the following list to count fairly?

 

AARP; A. Phillip Randolph Institute; AFL-CIO; American Federation of Government Employees; AFSCME; American Federation of Teachers; Coalition of Labor Union Women; Coalition of Black Trade Unionists; Community Action Partnership; Families USA; International Brotherhood of Teamsters; Labor Council for Latin American Advancement; League of Women Voters of the United States; National Black Justice Coalition; National Council of La Raza; National Education Association; Pride at Work; Rainbow Coalition; Service Employees International Union (SEIU); Southern Coalition for Social Justice; United Workers; Workforce Alliance.

 

We have been assured the Congressional Black Caucus will not insist that additional millions of black people be counted by estimation, even though to do so will ensure Democrat majorities for all time.  And does anyone really think Acorn will be among the missing? C’mon, get real. President Obama has said he and Rahm Emmanuel will watch carefully to see the census count is fair. My only question is, qui custodiat ipsos custodes?

 

 

The President has said he wants ‘em counted

That each and every vote is sacred stuff

He’s ordered up an operation mounted

To count the votes until he has enough

To make damn sure the Donkeys are elected

In each and every district in the land

And candidates of GOP rejected

And critics of his acts can go pound sand

We know that Rahm and O will do the counting

Regardless of assurances they’ve made

The estimates of black votes will be mounting

Because that’s how the counters will get paid

The object of the count is to apportion

The House and all its Representatives

The Dems believe in tight’ning up the torsion

Until eventually the system gives

They understand if they control the census

Then they can count the districts as they please

After which they need not mend the fences

Because there will be no more GOPs

 

 

A Long Running Show

A questioner at an Al Gore global warming rally attempted to question the great one about his assertion that the polar bears are in danger by pointing out that government surveys reveal there are more polar bears now than ever before. The great Al Gore looked at him pityingly. Facts mean nothing to the lyrically transported, the true believers. No matter that the famous hockey stick graph that showed imminent catastrophic global warming has been shown to be a fraud. No matter that it has been proven that the data used to support the assertion that the earth was warming was cherry picked, with most of the discarded data showing the earth had not warmed in a thousand years. Facts do not matter; global warming must be true because Al Gore got a Nobel Prize for revealing it. Never mind the entire purpose of the global warming scam is to destroy the economy of the United States, reducing us to just another country, like Argentina or Zimbabwe. But it’s all right. The country’s being run by people who think the world would be better off without people, especially white people. And they may be right. We’ve been hanging around here much too long.

 

 

Let’s all give thanks to good Al Gore

Though God knows I don’t know what for

He’s been a malign force for decades now

He got us in this warming stew

He engineered Kyoto too

And for it all he took a Nobel bow

We’ve crazy folks who scream in pain

That warming temperatures will gain

And cause the earth to turn to dusty motes

Where every living thing will die

And even liberals will fry

Collapsing with Bushhitler in their throats

The seas will rise upon the land

And drown our cities out of hand

With hurricane force winds thrown in to boot

How can they know which scene to pick

Why it is on the hockey stick

Which must be true because it looks so cute

So close the factories and jobs

Don’t mind the unemployment mobs

It’s all for goddess Gaea don’t you know

We do believe that humankind

Will die but then we do not mind

For haven’t we all had a long run show

 

 

The Wrong Man Got The Prize

My name was placed in nomination for the Nobel Peace Prize, and we all know how that turned out. Barack Obama joined the illustrious crew of previous peace prize winners, like Yasser Arafat (for killing Israelis) and Al Gore (for attempting to kill the American economy through his global warming scam). Not that I begrudge the president of the United States another prize, even if he did nothing to earn it. Neither did I, of course, which is entirely the point. The Nobel Peace Prize committee gave me a very brief interview, patted my head and sent me on my way, shaking their heads at my naiveté in thinking I could win the prize without accomplishment.

 

 

I thought I’d win the Nobel prize

For harmony and peace

But failed in the committee’s eyes

And told that I must cease

My love for good old USA

And admiration for

The difficult and wondrous way

She keeps the world from war

By being the world’s nine one one

And giving money to

Just every land under the sun

No matter what they do

I said no other land on earth

Hath greater mercy shown

To people trodden down from birth

Nor greater freedom sown

Committee members laughed and sneered

Said I was so naïve

That patriots had disappeared

Without a by your leave

They said the world was different now

Surrender is the thing

And they would show us Yankees how

To bow ‘fore Saudi king

And tug the forelock in respect

For Islam’s better ways

They said and that’s why we expect

To see much better days

Now that The One will clean the slate

And lead us to the shore

Of serfdom and the dhimmi state

That’s what this prize is for

 

 

COIN Of The Realm

General McChrystal, President Obama’s hand picked successor to command the forces in Afghanistan, has submitted a recommendation to the president for more troops, troops that are needed to implement the successful counter-insurgency (COIN) program that worked so well in Iraq, and which General McChrystal wants to implement in Afghanistan. The administration is reluctant to send more troops, even though General McChrystal’s charge from the president when he assumed command was to win the good war in Afghanistan. It seems the administration had no clue as to what the price of victory would be, and so the president dithers, unable to make up his mind while American soldiers die. The president should either do it right and send in sufficient force to do the job and win, or get out. If he gets out he gives victory to Al Qaeda and the Taliban. If he continues on his present course he will give eventual victory to Al Qaeda and the Taliban because we do not have enough forces in Afghanistan to do the job. Giving General McChrystal the troops he needs will bring victory, but at a price the president is apparently unwilling to pay, though he seems perfectly willing to pay the very much higher price of defeat. Which way will he decide to go? Well, we must remember that President Obama has already famously said that victory is not an option.   

 

 

Counterinsurgency’s COIN of the realm

It worked very well in Iraq

But now that we have a new guy at the helm

It seems definitions are slack

When they jawboned the problem way back in the Spring

They thought they could buy on the cheap

A bounce in the polls that a victory would bring

They’d no clue that the price would be steep

So they texted the generals, no need for a chat

And told them to write up a plan

To beat up al Qaeda and then after that

To take out the weak Taliban

So now they’re all sitting ‘round watching the clock

Obama more clueless than most

Complaining they’re stunned by the big sticker shock

According to Washington Post

On top of it all now the Pakis now say

They want all the drones that we have

And buckets more money before they will play

They’ve hurt feelings you see we must salve

The Obamistration is flailing the air

To leave or to stay in those lands

They haven’t a clue as to why they are there

The country’s in very best hands