The dials on the Debt Clock update the out of control spending at an alarming rate: the national debt; US spending year to date; social security year to date; US government bailouts year to date, and so on. The numbers are staggering. The Obama administration has saddled uncounted generations of Americans yet unborn with massive debt, a great deal of it to pay off his union buddies. Vice President Biden has recently said, “We have to spend money to get out of debt.” This is Alice In Wonderland, except we won’t be going through a looking glass, we’ll be going through economic Armageddon. But I have a solution. Gertrude Stein famously said she and her friends in Paris in the twenties supported themselves by taking in each others’ washing. I believe we can sell our pets to each other for huge sums, thereby jump-starting the economy, leading to higher taxes, and thus paying off President Obama’s debts and not leaving them to our grandchildren and great-grandchildren.   

 

 

A dog was for sale for a million

No offers came in and so that’s

Why the owner gave up and called Lillian

And traded for two of her cats

One cat was named Miles ‘tother Standish

Five hundred thou each was the price

A half a mil each seemed outlandish

But Miles was especially nice

The notion soon gained wide acceptance

That selling one’s pets for huge sums

Was the way to get out of the debt stance

And see that economy hums

And so Spot and Fido were sold off

For sums that astonished them all

And pretty soon all debt was told off

And kitties were now put and call

The market chimed in and the Dow Jones

Climbed fast and soon saw record heights

As doggies who only could chew bones

Were sold for their barks not their bites

The collapse when it came came most quickly

As shaggy dogs found their way home

And owners, some pleased and some prickly

Got out the dog brushes and comb

It all ended up in our favor

It ended up nice as you please

With an ending one really could savor

With the bag being held by Chinese

 

 

“This isn’t about me. This isn’t about politics.” – President Obama on Monday in an online conference with progressive bloggers, urging them not to lose heart. “We’ll get it done,” he said, and by getting it done he meant the destruction of the finest and most innovative medical system the world has ever known. Senator Jim DeMint, Republican, South Carolina, predicted President Obama’s health care plan would be his Waterloo, referring to Napoleon’s defeat by Wellington at Waterloo in 1815. I think Senator DeMint is wrong. President Obama has not yet lost his base. He and they are still dangerous to the economic health of the country and the physical health of its citizens.   

 

 

It’s not about me, he said with a smile

It’s you I am looking out for

You know that my words are quite absent of guile

And my heart weeps for those who are poor

Unable to see a physician when pained

From lack of insurance and such

And answering those who say what’s to be gained

I say that we gain Midas touch

For money will pour into Treasury’s lap

From savings my health care will bring

And bountiful funds from my carbon tax cap

Will blossom the country like Spring

I know there are some who say I’ve over reached

They say that my Waterloo nears

Some say that by acting I’ll soon be impeached

But friends I shall be here for years

I’ll not make mistakes others made in the past

I’ll not have my army retreat

Beyond 2016 my office will last

And victory will taste oh so sweet

An Emperor will take what he wants and he’s got

An army of zealots to boot

And I with my very own Count Bernadotte

Will have a whole country to loot

 

 

A Defense Department study urged that the US military become tobacco free, the study no doubt written by the same people who say kids should not climb trees or play on playground jungle bars. Men who go into combat don’t care about their health forty years down the line, they care about the next forty minutes. Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed, and the Defense Department insisted it would not implement the no tobacco policy. Anyone who has ever watched an old WWII movie will be struck by the way wounded soldiers would ask the medic or the Padre for a cigarette while on a stretcher, waiting to be evacuated to the aid station.

 

 

Yes GIs craved smokes even when they got hit

From Padres who asked them to pray

And nobody said that they really should quit

For they knew they could die the next day

They used them for money right after the war

When nylons and Luckies were king

From whiskey and wine and to ladies galore

It sure beat White Christmas by Bing

When shells were still flying and Tigers still lurked

Round the corner with gun pointed south

And the GI pinned down needed something that worked

Like a panzerfaust punch to the mouth

But the days of the terror and pain were now past

And the ruins of Europe lay waste

And the rations held Luckies or Camels that cast

A glow of contentment and taste

Those days are now distant but memories still

To those who survived to tell tales

Of the battling bastards the Krauts could not kill

Leaving debt much too big for the scales

 

But that was then. Now there are those who would deny our military the freedom to smoke if they wanted to, even as their Commander-In-Chief, President Barack Obama, admits he sneaks a cigarette now and then. No, today, if you smoke, you are a criminal, a danger to society, to be scorned and vilified by the tobacco police and the sheep who listen to them.

 

 

They’re against the folks

Who like their smokes

They’re makin’ them a criminal

But for some blokes

There’s different strokes

The lesson here’s subliminal

If you’re Joe Doaks

The butt of jokes

A redneck like yo mama

You take your pokes

And nasty jokes

But at least you don’t sneak ‘em like that smiley hopey changey guy Obama

 

 

Stuff happens so fast and furiously that it is often difficult to keep up with things with one post a day. On July 16 the British Army Chief of Staff, General Sir Richard Dannat, visited British troops in Sangin, Afghanistan, in an American helicopter, explaining that he did so because he didn’t have a British helicopter, renewing the charge against Prime Minister Gordon Brown that he has sent British troops to war without proper equipment or support. Back in June Brown’s Labour Party suffered a humiliating defeat in the European Union parliamentary elections shortly after being defeated in local British elections. The Labour Party is laying its woes at the feet of Brown, whose gaffe at the D-Day ceremonies in Normandy when he referred to the American landings on Omaha beach as Obama beach did not help matters. Many in British political circles view Gordon Brown as a dead man walking, with the expectation that David Cameron’s Conservatives will win the next general election and possibly take Britain out of the European Union. The political life or death of Gordon Brown does not matter to us, but the life or death of Britain does, and the steady erosion of British liberty, influence and power in the face of growing Islamisation, demographic decline and the increasing abandonment of long held western traditions is both saddening and concerning.     

 

 

The man we know as Gordon Brown

Whose grasp exceeds his reach

Has flickered out in London Town

Despite Obama beach

Whose glistening sand and cheery mien

Have done no earthly good

So now Gord Brown must quit the scene

As we all knew he would

But does it matter to us here

Across the briny deep

For no one has the least to fear

The British lion’s leap

The day has passed when who it was

In power really mattered

Her steep decline occurred becuz

Her confidence was shattered

As empire came an empty dream

And socialism’s system

Full thrust the labour unions’ scream

Down throats that di’nt resist ‘em

So now it’s gone, that lovely Isle

That source of law and glory

But close our eyes and we can smile

Recounting England’s story

 

 

The United States is again offering Israel a road map to peace in the Middle East, but is a road map with roads that lead nowhere truly a road map? President Obama met with Israel Prime Minister Netanyahu some weeks ago, trying to convince Bibi to accept the two state solution laid out in the left wing Israel Policy Forum road map for Middle East peace, but the Prime Minister insisted that for Israel to accept the US must guarantee the peace if Hamas takes over the West Bank, which guarantee President Obama was reluctant to give. The road map has no Interstates, only blue highways, twisting and turning, leading down dead ends, heading nowhere in particular.

 

There is a history here. President George W. Bush offered a similar road map in 2002, but the process goes back further than that, to President Carter and the Camp David Accords, to Oslo, and on to the present day. All these attempts at mediation called for a two state solution, a Palestinian state on the West Bank, and Israel in its pre-1967 borders. The Israelis were and are agreeable to a two state solution, but only if they can be guaranteed the Palestinian state would be a peaceful one. The Palestinians, for their part, have always rejected the two state solution, pushing instead for a one Palestinian state solution, with Israel destroyed and all the Jews dead. A sensible observer might conclude the Palestinian attitude makes any settlement unlikely, but not so the diplomats. To the diplomats, peace is not the end, the process is the end. The end, however, will come with Israeli bombs, for the peace of the world does not hinge on the Israeli-Palestinian question, as the left believes, but on the Israeli-Iranian question, where the only relevant questions are, How soon after Iran has nuclear weapons will Israel be destroyed, and How long can Israel wait before attacking Iran.    

 

 

A road map can mean many things

To some a way to go

To others though the term just sings

Of peace with one’s dear foe

To those of messianic view

The road map shines so bright

That they cannot conceive of who

Could think the thing not right

Two states is surely what the world

Would like to come about

The Palestinian flag unfurled

In Israel and without

But Bibi knows Obama knows

That if he does agree

The danger from Hamas still grows

Despite Obama’s plea

That both sides come to friendly terms

Ensuring O’s repute

Until the maggots and the worms

Settle all dispute

 

 

Various liberal propaganda organs, like the Washington Post and the Huffington Post, have recently and rather decorously questioned some of the things their hero has done and not done that he has promised to do and not do. There is a small stir in the left-wing blogosphere, where usually tight-lipped ranters are delicately asking if the Messiah has not in fact quite lived up to their expectations. He has not, for instance, to this point surrendered the United States to its enemies as they fervently wish for, nor has his gutting of missile defense satisfied them. His promise to destroy the best health care system in the world looks to be in peril, and his giving of billions of taxpayer stimulus dollars to the unions to insulate them from the perils of the marketplace, while laudable from their point of view, has not as yet accomplished their goal of destroying the evil capitalist financial system that has made the United States the envy of the world. The acolytes are beginning to stir, however reluctantly. Are we seeing the beginning of a serious left-wing buyers remorse?    

 

 

Where does hope go when it’s gone

What is left when there’s no change

When will facts then finally dawn

On his fans that Obie’s strange

Lack of failure up to now

To enact his promises

Means that when he breaks a vow

There’re more doubting Thomases

What’s the difference between Bush

Who the liberals truly hate

And Obama’s Hindu Kush

Where’s the policy debate

Yes he’s done some things they crave

Like his stripping of defense

And his mighty union cave

And his acts ‘gainst common sense

Like his running up the debt

To a height not seen before

But they really do not get

Why he’s in that Afghan war

Oh he’s still the coolest guy

And the smartest one in town

But they’ll tell you on the sly

That he’s really let them down

 

 

The Congress is about to take up Obamacare, and with the seating of Al Franken as Senator from Minnesota, the Democrats now have their sixty vote filibuster proof supermajority, and thus can, in theory, pass any bill they want without having to even read it, which they have done on several occasions thus far this year even without the addition of another comedian. Should President Obama and the left prevail in their avowed attempt to remake the world’s most efficient, most cost effective, most inventive and productive medical system ever seen on planet Earth into something a good deal less than that, we shall join other western nations like Britain, Canada and France in high cost, low efficiency health care, where health care will be rationed, with people waiting months for operations and tests. With shrinking earnings and more work, older doctors will retire early and fewer younger people will enter the profession, leading to a shortage of qualified doctors and health care professionals, who will then have to be imported from third world countries to staff our hospitals. Obamacare will be massively expensive, but it will be free to the people who vote for Obama, and that is the important thing.

 

Life proceeds in stages, and the life of a democracy is no exception. It has been observed elsewhere that a democracy begins to come apart when the public realizes it has the key to the public treasury. That is where we now are, where we have been for some thirty or more years, where a sizeable portion of the electorate expects the government to take care of them, and they vote for politicians who promise to unlock the public treasury for them. Obamacare will be the final nail in the coffin of democracy, for once a socialized government controlled health care system is in place, it will never be removed. Just ask an Englishman waiting months for an operation that will take place in a filthy government run hospital, or ask the fortunate Canadian who can afford to come to the United States for medical treatment. We can avoid the total destruction of our democracy, but only if we band together to stop Obamacare, for once that is in place, the government, which now owns the automobile industry and the banks, will then own you.

 

 

Doctor! Doctor! Will you please

Prescribe to ease my pain

I know they’ve lowered all your fees

And I can’t see you again

Until my ration card is stamped

Downtown at Barack’s place

So now that our health care’s revamped

I cannot show my face

But doctor! doctor! I hurt so

I can’t wait for my turn

To see why I am breathing slow

And why my eyes do burn

And why I cannot feel my toes

Or have a cup of tea

Without my wondering where it goes

Is something wrong with me?

What’s that you say, I’m now in line

For consultation when?

You say in six months I’ll be fine

And you can see me then?

All right if that’s the very best

That you can do right now

I’ll just go lay me down to rest

And hope indeed somehow

That I can last until that date

Obama says that I

Can see someone to medicate

Sometime before I die     

 

 

Christopher Hitchens has recently wondered if the current unrest in the streets of major Iranian cities after the presidential election there had anything to do with the fall of Saddam Hussein in 2003. Hitchens wrote in Slate, the online magazine, that the Ayatollah Khamenei, the Supreme Leader of Iran, is becoming increasingly isolated, challenged by the former president Rafsanjani, who recently traveled to Najaf, in Iraq, to visit the Ayatollah Sistani, the spiritual leader of Iraq’s Shi’ites. Hitchens furthers states there is a serious undercurrent in the statement issued from the Iranian holy city of Qum, to the effect that President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad has no claim to be the representative of the Iranian people, leading one to wonder if the clerics in Qum are opposed to clerical rule.

 

 

The noble Hitchens wants to know

If events in Iraq

Could in their way effect to show

What seems to be the tack

Some certain circles in Iran

Have taken to of late

That caused the unrest in Teheran

That may have been…but wait!

Are not the same guys still in charge

Do not they want the bomb

Does not the whole wide world at large

Look on with pleased aplomb

When Ahmadinejad insists

That Israel must die

Which is the reason he persists

In giving it a try

Whatever stuff is going on

And this is just my take

Is like a child who’s blowing on

The candles on his cake

We clap and laugh and cheer out loud

We pat his little head

We make the toddler feel so proud

He made the candles dead

They aren’t dead and here is why

The bomb is coming soon

The IAF is set to fly

The first dark of the moon

It’s clear to rhymers like myself

The ticking clock’s in Qum

I don’t need words from off the shelf

They all rhyme with kaboom

 

 

A week or so ago President Obama was in Moscow, trying to reset the button in the relations between the United States and Putin’s Russia. Russia has agreed to allow the US to use Russian territory and airspace to re-supply our troops in Afghanistan, and one suspects Mr. Putin did not give away this chip carelessly. What is it President Obama gave Mr. Putin for this largesse? We don’t know, but I suspect it will be nothing good for the United States. President Obama’s entire foreign policy consists of his unalterable belief that his smiley charm will melt the steel cold heart of every dictator he meets, and that by apologizing for the United States and giving up our allies, principles and interests he can remake the world in an image acceptable to him and his radical left wing zealots. We can only hope the cliff he runs us off is not too high.

 

 

What else can we say

What more can we do

O’s here for another three years

In Moscow one day

Then Ghana, who knew?

He’s answered our very worst fears

He likes cutting deals

He thinks that his charm

Will dazzle the Putins he meets

The problem, one feels

He gives up the farm

To every dictator he greets

We know he has smarts

We’re told every day

His IQ is real and not feigned

But when he departs

How much did we pay

And what will the Kremlin have gained

A missile shield lost

An ally or two

What matter it’s all for the best

So what of the cost

What matters to you

Is that Obie passes the test

What test you may ask

The one Biden claims

Will come to inspire the One

To rise to the task

Or go down in flames

Let’s hope that it’s not One and done

 

 

In yesterday’s post, A Weaker Horse, I wondered what President Obama had gotten for releasing five Iranian Qods Force officers captured in Irag at the start of the surge, and made reference in my 25 June post If This Be Treason, to the earlier release of Iranian trained terrorists who ambushed American soldiers while dressed in American uniforms, killing five and murdering four captives. But it turns out it was worse than we could have imagined. What is Obama getting for these releases of terrorists and Iranian terrorist trainers caught on the battlefield?

 

Consider the sequence: Iranian Qods Force officers captured in Iraq, and shortly after that the Iranians throw a journalist named Roxana Saberi into prison, keeping company with five British civilian contractors working in Iran. The Iranians then asked for the release of their people in return for Ms Saberi and the five Brits. The Obama administration immediately started negotiations, and today we find the outlines of the deal. We get a journalist back, the British get three civilian contractors back (two had already died in Iranian prison), and the Iranians get back hundreds of terrorists and terrorist trainers caught on the Iraqi battlefield. So the price has been set: kill as many of our guys as you like, and if we capture them we will return them as soon as you kidnap a journalist.

 

What of the deals Obama is making with our enemies? Has he some overarching strategy, something so big, so stupendous, that if it succeeds he will bring everlasting peace to the Middle East and to the world? Or is it just a deal, no different from the deals he did in Chicago? I think that’s all it is. Barack Obama has made deals that advanced his ambitions, and so this is just another deal, a deal he thinks will ingratiate him with the Mullahs in Iran with whom he hopes to strike a grand bargain. It is all of a piece with his vision of himself. Think of the people he has allied himself with on the way up: Professor William Ayers, founder of the radical Weathermen, who planted bombs in the US Capitol but never served a day in jail, and hates the United States to this day; the Reverend Jeremiah Wright, racist anti-white, anti-American hate monger; and his new Attorney General of the United States, Eric Holder, the man who released Puerto Rican terrorists who bombed a New York restaurant killing many people, and who will very likely shortly name a Special Prosecutor to try the Bush administration for war crimes. These are Obama’s people, and so, apparently, are Iranian killers of American soldiers.

 

 

Preacherman scream KKK

Obamaman say sweetly

Obamaman no hear him say

He listen so discreetly

Professorman hate USA

Obamaman say sweetly

Obamaman say it’s okay

He writes his hate so neatly

Mullahman say kill GIs

Obamaman say sweetly

As long as they’re all in disguise

They’re innocent completely

Mahmoudman say let’s make deal

Obamaman say sweetly

I’ve just the one to make you feel

So full of love repletely

Malikiman say out of town

Obamaman say sweetly

To all the muslims I am bow’n

And moving quite retreatly

To all of them and many more

Obamaman say sweetly

I’m giving you the whole damn store

Now bury us concretely