Monthly Archives: February 2010

The Vampires Of The Left

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The Belmont Club has a post about the Left’s influence and agenda in the government of the United States. Cool and calm and rational, Richard Fernandez describes how Obama has handed the direction of the country to a radical leftist, Nancy Pelosi, and how debt and incompetence are the driving forces of this administration. But I am not calm and rational about it. I believe the leftists now running the country are like vampires, drinking our life’s blood and taking us with them, whether we like it or not, to their dark, dank and mold encrusted graves. 

 

 

They lay in darkness, waiting dusk

They cannot stand the light

They smell of rotting flesh and musk

They hate us of the right

They live by parasitic law

They are the vile undead

They eat the flesh of good men raw

They kill or go unfed

Oh yes they smile when meeting you

They bend but do not break

The only thing that we can do

Is drive a wooden stake

Into their shriveled putrid hearts

And with bare hands dismember

The rotten heads and separate parts

Beginning this November

 

  

The 20% Solution

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Iran announced that they were now a nuclear state, having successfully enriched uranium to 20%, the hardest part of the uranium enrichment process, with the enrichment to weapons grade 80% a walk in the park. You will recall that in 1945 the United States exploded two uranium bombs over Japan, one of which, Little Boy, was an 80% enriched uranium bomb (U-235, the other, Fat Man, being a plutonium U-239 bomb). The Middle East game is now afoot, and the question is whether Israel will strike before or after being hit.

 

 

The game’s afoot, cried Sherlock Holmes

Percentage they’re at twenty

Dear Watson now you will recall

When seven percent was plenty

I wager Moriarty is

Behind this foul adventure

What once was thought a toothless land

Has now a nuclear denture

Calm down old fellow, Watson sighed

LeStrade is on the caper

According to this morning’s Times

And every other paper

Ah, Mrs. Hudson, come right in

Our lunch, we thank you madam

Now Holmes we mustn’t rush right in

And think they have the atom

Quite right, old fellow, this I know

They haven’t reached conduction

Whereby the atoms transfer heat

A crude but sage deduction

But one day Holmes, they’ll have the bomb

And then what will we do

First lunch, old boy, is that the door

Ah, Bibi, right on cue

 

 

Drunks, Fools, And The United States Of America

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When the Iranians announced that on the anniversary of the Iranian revolution they would “Punch the world”, there was much speculation as to just what form the punch would take. Announce they had the bomb? A surprise nuclear attack on Israel? An attack on the US Navy in the Persian Gulf? An increase in the price of pistachios? No one knew. We now know the “Punch” was the announcement that they had enriched their uranium to 20%, a critical step, for the next step to 80% enrichment is a walk in the park compared to getting to the first 20%, and 80% is what they need to build a Hiroshima type bomb. I for one was unafraid, and remain so, for it has been truly said that God looks after drunks, fools and the United States of America.

 

 

‘Tis said that God looks after fools

And the United States

I surely hope He does and that we’re

Not left to the Fates

The danger to this country now

Comes swift on marching feet

Cronyism, soaring debt

The Middle East drum beat

The war to come, the slow sad smile

The teleprompter speech

That promises to meet them at

Each landing field and beach

Incompetence at every hand

Vile treason some would say

Mirandize terrorists who try

To kill us Christmas day

The radicals have shown their hand

The cult of Che and Mao

Are pushing their agenda hard

They have the votes for now

But come November they will find

That two can play at Fates

For God looks after drunks and fools

And the United States

 

 

Intermittent Explosive Disorder

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Amy Bishop, a biology professor at the University of Alabama, shot and killed three fellow professors and wounded six others because she had been denied tenure. Her actions were more or less immediately excused on the grounds of Intermittent Explosive Disorder, or IED, the symptoms of which include chest tightness, palpitations, sweating and twitching. I had those symptoms recently, but don’t think they’re from Intermittent Explosive Disorder. I think it had more to do with the delivery of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition, with cover girl Brooklyn Decker.

 

 

The other day I suffered from

Chest tightness, palpitations

Followed by the twitching sweats

And similar sensations

An IED attack I feared

Would surely be a wrecker

Then realized it only was

Swimsuited Brooklyn Decker

 

 

Happy Saint Valentine’s Day

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I wrote this for my daughter a few years ago, and offer it now to all fathers fortunate enough to have a daughter.

 

TO A DAUGHTER, ON SAINT VALENTINE’S DAY

 

The dawning paints the night sky pink

With rose and amber hue

To look at it I have to think

The morning loves you too.

The rising sun climbs in the sky

Too bright for us to view

Another reason I know why

The noontime loves you too.

As sunset draws the curtain low

And sky turns dusk from blue

I ken full well that this I know

The evening loves you too.

And as I trundle off to bed

I think always of you

And count the thousand times I’ve said

Your father loves you too.

 

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This is a valentine to the one you cannot forget after all these years, the one you think about late at night, when all is still, wondering where she is, what she is doing, where would you be had you not said goodbye that fateful day so long, long ago.

 

TO THE MEMORY OF A YOUTHFUL LOVE

 

I saw her yet again last night

As radiant as then

With flowing hair and red red lips

And eyes that whispered when

She smiled a smile that stopped my heart

I tried to speak but no

So long it’s been, why did we part?

I whispered please don’t go

Those golden days when we were young

And loved each other so

All gone, for us the song unsung

The why I’ll never know

She smiled again and turned away

I called but she was gone

I lay awake and prayed for day

Just hoping that the dawn

Would find me still in blessed sleep

To dream and dream again

Of flowing hair and red red lips

And eyes that whispered when

 

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The third valentine is an assay into rhyme, how one rhyme word can lead to another, and change completely the tone and meaning of the poem. In the poem above, the end word in line 5, heart, leads to a poem about a long lost youthful love, a dream of regret, and the whispered word when means when will we see each other again. In this poem, the end word in line 5, breath, leads to a completely different loss, a bitter loss, and the word when, spoken to the dreamer, now means when will you join me.    

 

TO THE MEMORY OF A LOVING WIFE, TAKEN MUCH TOO SOON

 

I saw her yet again last night

As radiant as then

With flowing hair and red red lips

And eyes that whispered when

She smiled a smile that took my breath

I tried to speak but no

I knew that love transcended death

I whispered please don’t go

She smiled again and turned away

I cried but she was gone

I lay awake and prayed for day

Just hoping that the dawn

Would find me still in blessed sleep

To dream and dream again

Of flowing hair and red red lips

And eyes that whispered when

 

 

Sweet, Sweet Nancy

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Andrew Sullivan, editor of The Atlantic Monthly, former editor of The New Republic, gay activist, liberal, wrote that the United States was being run by a two man Jewish cabal, one of them being the noted conservative columnist Charles Krauthammer. A brief one or two day flurry erupted after Sullivan was answered by Leon Wieseltier, and then died peacefully. But the question remains, who is Andrew Sullivan, and why should anyone take seriously anything he says or writes or publishes?

 

 

Just who is Andrew Sullivan?

He asked with inattention

What has he done or hasn’t done

That rates him all this mention?

He has a blog, the other said

And heads up The Atlantic

He advertises for gay sex

And sometimes seems quite antic

Right now he claims two Jewish guys

Are running this here nation

That Wieseltier and Krauthammer

Are causing him frustration

Because he thinks progressive thoughts

Should be their daily diet

That right wing thought should never be

For Jewish guys to try it

I see, the first man said at last

If gay sex is his fancy

I’d say his mama named him wrong

She should have called him Nancy

 

 

Beware Of Greeks Bearing Gifts

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Greece has taken advantage of its membership in the European Union to borrow heavily to expand its public spending, thus increasing its debt to unsustainable levels, all the while concealing from the EU inspectors the real condition of the Greek economy. The EU (read France and Germany) have now said no more bailouts, so the government has promised to cut spending, meaning lopping people off the public payroll. This, of course, has occasioned rioting in Athens and other cities, as people can’t understand why the gravy train cannot continue forever. Is Greece the canary in the coal mine? How far behind Greece is Italy and Spain? How far behind Greece is the United States in its year long spiral under the Obama administration into unsustainable debt?

 

 

Beware of Greeks bearing gifts

Beware of gifts baring Greeks

Have fun while the rising tide lifts

Later cry when your rising boat leaks

The socialist gift’s a charade

Borrowed money can last for a while

But eventually the piper is paid

And the bubbly wine turns into bile

We speak of canaries in mines

We parse what the wise men have said

We listen to wind in the pines

No matter, the canary is dead

 

 

Just One Of Those Things

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A recent Belmont Club post discusses Ben McCarthy’s New Yorker article on the rise of the Tea Party movement, and finds that McCarthy thinks it is just another of the many cultural movements that have taken place in American history – that it’s just one of those things. But it isn’t just one of those things. The country has never been in such perilous economic condition before, with over 30 trillion dollars in debt facing our children and grandchildren, and the Congress and the Executive, of both parties, committed to distributing more and more of the wealth we no longer have to more and more outstretched palms. No, the Tea Party movement is not just one of those things. The Tea Party movement is composed of ordinary patriotic, tax-paying citizens who are frightened at the direction the country is taking, and are determined to reverse that course and reintroduce the forgotten concept of sanity. 

 

 

It was just one of those things

Just one of those crazy flings

One of those yells that now and then brings

Just one of those things

It was just one of those nights

Just one of those fabulous flights

A trip to jejune

On gossamer wings

Just one of those things

If we thought a bit of the end of it

When we started bagging the tea

We’d have been aware that this whole affair

Would result in setting us free

So goodbye Barack and amen

Here’s hoping you’re never again

You’ve been great fun

But you’ve been just one of those things

 

 

The Last Sub

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In May 1945, the war in Europe almost over, the Nazis converted a minelaying Type DX sub, the U-234, to a cargo carrier, loaded it with uranium oxide encased in lead, a crated Me 262 jet fighter, and various other advanced weapons technology, and sent it off to Japan. At sea, the crew heard of the surrender and turned the boat around and headed for the United States, ending up in New Hampshire. Fortunately for us, the advanced German weapons did not include atomic bombs. Heisenberg tried, but failed, principally because the German industrial plant was unable to undertake the enormous effort the US put into the Manhattan project. Had the Nazis been able to develop the atomic bomb earlier than we, the U-234, with Moscow now a smoking ruin, might well have sailed into New York harbor and delivered an ultimatum – agree to terms or lose the city. 

 

 

In the silence of the ocean deeps

Her mines now stored ashore

The last of Hitler’s U-boats creeps

The U-234

With two enigmas now aboard

One for the messaged code

The other cased in lead and stored

Inside the precious load

Their destination the Far East

They never did arrive

For war in Europe had now ceased

While crew was still alive

Relieved, they turned their boat around

New Hampshire bound they were

With crated Swallows soon aground

Creating quite a stir

But think about it if you will

The U-234

Was just a boat, of course, but still

It could have been much more

Had Heisenberg been there the first

But no, he was too late

And 234 the flaring burst

Of U-238

 

 

Basement Labs

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The small science of Do-It-Yourself biology has enjoyed a partial resurgence of late, with one and two person basement and garage labs conducting cloning experiments and the like. Open source software is available at the click of a mouse. The question is – is this good or bad? Will these small science do-it-yourselfers produce benign results, like Thomas Edison, or malign, like Dr. Frankenstein?  

 

 

In basement labs throughout the world

Test tubes and Bunsen burners

Are boiling stuff both mixed and swirled

By fast and slower learners

There’s nothing here at least at first

But failure does not daunt them

They do not see for which they thirst

May come one day to haunt them

Who knows what evil substance lurks

In Petri dishes hidden

In basements or in attic works

Just waiting to be bidden

To spread disease and red raw death

To those quite unsuspecting

That drawing in with every breath

In trachea collecting

Are spores and horrid looking germs

Just grinning as they kill us

Let’s leave this stuff to bigger firms

Where Medicare can bill us