President Obama and Energy Secretary Steve Chu recently approved massive loan guarantees to solar projects in the U.S. as part of the federal stimulus. The biggest project was the 250 megawatt Solana Concentrating Solar Power project in Gila Bend, Arizona, to be built by a Spanish company, and which is backed by a $1.45 billion loan guarantee put up by the American taxpayer., following an earlier loan guarantee of $1.37 billion to another company for a similar project. Obama hailed the projects as a critical step in the process of going green and getting us off dependence on oil and coal and gas, while at the same time creating 5,000 jobs. One assumes there was no American company equal to the task of erecting mirrors in the desert, and one knows, by experience, that these job estimates are always much too high, but even assuming there will be as many as 5,000 jobs created, that comes to $400,000 per job. For that kind of money I’d stand in the middle of the desert holding a mirror for as long as they want.    

 

So what’s the fuss, Obama said

Four hundred K a job

Will put our nation far ahead

Of that infernal mob

That wants to keep us in the past

With oil and gas and coal

These fossil fuels just cannot last

And freedom is our goal

Freedom from the Middle East

And Chavez and the like

Who think that we will feed the beast

But we’ve a blow to strike

The sun’s the place we put our trust

The sun will never die

It’s solar power now or bust

It’s not pi in the sky

Of course on cloudy days you’ll find

Your TV will not work

And nighttime too you’re in a bind

A-groping in the murk

The cost of green is high we know

We’ll borrow just to start

The fare is steep, the fare we’ll owe

So each must do his part

The bus to the fare future leaves

We’re on it or we’re not

We wear our herz upon our sleeves

We pay the fare or rot

But that’s all right, I say okay

When all is said and done

It’s green and we will gladly pay

The price to tame the sun

That prince of light, of flaming hue

Egyptians knew as Ra

Will bend a knee to masters new

Our fare owe, Oba Ma!

 

It is emerging that Al Franken won his Senate seat with illegal votes, something all of us knew from the start. There is no surprise here. The policy of the Democratic party is to flood the voting rolls with illegal and fraudulent voters to go along with their base of blacks, homosexuals, feminists and assorted other people with a hankering to grab onto the Federal teat, thereby establishing a permanent progressive/liberal tyranny. Not so very long ago a grinning Democrat said to an interviewer, “Today still belong you, but tomorrow belong me.”

 

 

Today still belong you

Tomorrow belong me

We own this country now

From sea to shining sea

You owe me for the work

My grampa did for you

You owe me for the life

Of pain you put me through

My vote will put in place

Good people who will care

For people just like me

Who only want their share

We do not ask for much

We only want what’s due

Tomorrow belong me

Today still belong you

 

 

Senator Chris Dodd, (D CT and Ireland), proudly waved the 2000 page Obamnibus Finance Bill and declared “We won’t know what’s in until it’s passed.” Just like the 2,000 page Health Care monstrosity. The Dems are inordinately proud of producing massive bills that no one reads and understands less, and forcing them through despite massive opposition from the public, knowing they have but a small window till November to pass the Obama agenda of destroying the very fabric of American culture and economy, all in accordance with his vision of turning the United States into just another failed socialist state. The big banks are delighted with the Democrats’ handiwork, for the taxpayers, if the bill becomes law, will be on the hook for any large losses the big banks have, since the bill is essentially a bail-out bill for Wall Street. The Dems did not, of course, touch in any way the corrupt Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, the two culprits responsible for the 2008 financial meltdown. No, Fannie and Freddie are safe, Wall Street is safe, the government employee service union employees are safe, but are we? Is the country? Stay tuned.

 

 

My mother’s a Rothschild and I’m here to say

That thanks to the Congress and Dems

There’s now piles of money with which I can play

And keep wife in gold and in gems

I own lots of banks and I love this new law

It quiets the mob in the streets

They think it is tough but that’s not what I saw

I’ve read it and it’s full of sweets

Sweets for the bankers and leveragers and such

We carry on much as before

With all of the stuff that once got us in dutch

But Congress now put in a floor

So nothing can harm us if we make mistake

And think it’s a bull not a bear

We lose not a cent for the Congress doth spake

We merrily dance without care

Yes Christopher Dodd is a hero to us

We’re now on the Fed gravy train

My only concern is once under the bus

What happens when it starts to rain

 

 

Israeli Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu has stated repeatedly that he will accept a Palestinian state so long as that state accepts the existence of Israel as the Jewish homeland, an offer the Palestinians have always vehemently rejected. Ahmadinejad and the Iranian clerics have continued to threaten to destroy Israel, and when they get the bomb they will do so. Hezbullah has been re-armed with thousands of Iranian long range missiles, bringing all of Israel within range, and those missiles will fly before long. The Middle East is riding an outgoing tide, and all out war is coming. If it comes before Iran has the bomb, the conflict may be contained, but if Iran nukes Israel, the Middle East will evaporate under the Israeli counterstroke, Teheran, Damascus and Riyadh vanished, the desert turned to glowing glass. Yet President Obama persists in his awkward and humiliating policy of throwing flowers and kisses to the Iranians, who cheerfully use the time given to them by Obama to complete their bomb and their plans. When the tide goes out, so will the lights.

 

 

Bibi is a Philly guy and so, my friends, am I

So I know how us Philly guys react to threats and such

When mullahs promise death to Jews will come from out the sky

A guy like Bibi smiles but man can only take so much

We know cannon fire grapeshot but they seldom fire BBs

Bibi fires cannon though, ‘cause that’s what Bibi does

If smoothbore 18 pounders give the mullahs heebie jeebies

Then you just wait till Bibi’s F-15s give them a buzz

Bibi isn’t waiting for the US or the UN

To give him full permission to defend his home and hearth

He’ll hit the mullahs first before they put his land in ruin

He’ll show them what it means to have your land become scorched earth

The calendar is winding down relentlessly this summer

And while the Phils and Cards and Yanks are playing out the game

The Mossad guys and IAF are planning on a bummer

That after which downtown Teheran will never be the same

The guys in beards and turbans think they’ve got us by the shorties

They don’t see Armageddon though you’d really think they should

The IAF is coming and they’re not in old P-40s

The mullahs better get out while the Arma gettin’s good

 

 

President Obama proclaimed that NASA, the space agency that put the first man on the moon, would henceforth have nothing to do with space or science, and instead devote its time and considerable budget to making Muslims feel good about themselves, and about their supposed contributions to science some thousand years ago. This move is not surprising, for Obama had previously credited Muslims with the invention of the compass, printing, algebra, and the university, none of which is true. Europeans invented the university, the Chinese invented printing and the magnetic compass, and the Hindus of northern India invented algebra and the system of mathematics we use today, including the so-called Arabic numbers. Why do we call them Arabic numbers? Because when the Arabs conquered northern India they brought the mathematical systems invented by the Hindus back home with them. So I guess that’s something. They at least recognized the Hindu math was better than what they were using. What other wonders did this marvelous civilization invent? Why, according to the American left, just about everything.

 

Wilbur and Orville, two Bedouin chaps

Believed that if Allah so willed

They could make a machine that would fly them, perhaps

Though they knew there’s a chance they’d be killed

No matter the risk, no matter the peril

For Allah they’d do what it took

They flew a straight line, they flew in a curl

Then told all the world in a book

In Cairo a smart man, al-Bert was his name

Said gravity bends passing light

Then took off for Princeton and cashed in his fame

When Allah proved that he was right

A young man named Henry, while dining as planned

In the town of as-Sembly on kine

Threw a bone to a dog, drawing marks in the sand

And created the as-Sembly line

And thus so it went, and thus so it goes

That Muslims created it all

From fire to atoms, from heads to our toes

We owe it to them to recall

That without the great Arab advances to date

The world would indeed be so poor

That we’d witness the famine and terrible state

Of the masses lay crushed at our door

All hail to the Arabs, those masters of art

And science and math and the lot

Who sit in the sand by their fire and fart

Eating goat from the communal pot

 

 

Kesselschlacht is the word the Germans used in WW2 to describe the encirclement of the enemy. It means cauldron, and that’s where an encircled army was, in the cauldron, unable to get out, and forced to surrender. Rahm Emanuel, Obama’s Chief of Staff, and David Orszag, Obama’s head of the Office of Management and Budget, are in the cauldron. Emanuel announced recently that he will retire soon because he wants to go back to Chicago and spend more time with his family, and Orszag announced his pending retirement because, he says, he is getting married and wants to plan for his wedding in September. None of this fools the watchers, the political types who keep track of such things, and understand that the two men were pushed, not onto, but under, the bus. They were, in short, in the cauldron. Things were a bit murky at first, but the situation cleared when Orszag and  Emmanuel were seen dancing and singing the Kesselschlacht song, to the tune of We’re In The Money, that old 1930s Depression favorite.

 

We’re in the cauldron

The boiling cauldron

Our backs are to the river

We’re gonna die

I voted for the bright man

The right man

For me

But now I see the bright man

Was only blowing smoke and mirrors

We’re in the cauldron

The boiling cauldron

And we won’t get out of it

Never, I fear

 

Their gay frolic was interrupted by Axelrod, who sternly reminded them, to the tune The Good Ship Lollipop,

 

On the good ship H Barock

It’s a short trip to the chopping block

Where the Ton Tons play

At Macouting on a chocolate bar

 

With a whimsical smile and a dainty pirouette, Axelrod soft shoed out the door, leaving Orszag and Emanuel confused and humiliated. To their consternation Obama entered, eyes cold and lips thin. He sang,

 

I’ll be dead when you’re glad, you rascal you

I’ll be dead when you’re sad, you rascal you

In November I’ll be dead

But when all is done and said

You’ll be dead before then, you rascal you

 

He stormed out, turning out the lights. In the dark, Emanuel and Orszag hugged each other, for they knew the end of the story. They slipped out of the darkened White House, humming softly an old Willie Nelson tune. Turn Out The Lights, The Party’s Over.

 

 

  

 

 

We continue our examination of Rahm Emanuel by asking the question: Who is Rahm Emanuel, President Obama’s Chief of Staff? Or should we say, who was he, for he will shortly be leaving his post, which no one believes is voluntary. What sort of man was he? Or is he? The answer is, he’s a tough guy, a Chicago guy, a guy who gets things done by the artful twisting of arms, by threats and coercion, or even sweet persuasion if that is what it takes. Of course with Rahm sweet persuasion means covering the brass knuckles with a freshly laundered glove. Does a man like this go quietly? Not usually. Will he have a few choice things to say on his way out the door, or out the window as the case may be? I’m counting on it.  

 

 

The Chief of Staff

He makes me laugh

He bullies, threatens, curses

He pulls the strings

On many things

To fill Obama’s purses

The Blago tape

Leaves no escape

From favors he disburses

And all dead foes

That goodness knows

Whose bodies he disperses

But now he says

Goodbye to Prez

And what is even worse is

That up his sleeves

Before he leaves

He’ll roll out all the hearses

 

 

Rahm Emanuel, President Obama’s Chief of Staff, has recently let it be known he will shortly resign his post and return to Chicago in order to spend more time with his family. Of course he does. Of course it’s his idea. I have no doubt Rahm Emanuel has a lovely wife and kids, and that he would like to spend more time with them than his demanding job permits, but the question is, why is Obama firing him? Is there something in the Blago tapes we do not yet know? I suspect we’ll find out. It’s a cruel world. Years of slavish devotion mean nothing when you are deemed no longer useful.  

 

 

Poor poor Rahm has had his day

His style now out of fashion

Bought by The One then thrown away

To a convenient trash bin

Rahm may claim that it’s his call

But all of us know better

With gun to head he’ll take the fall

By resignation letter

It’s all his fault it’s come apart

This hope and changey promise

Just fizzled out right from the start

Another lefty bomb miss

And so somebody has to pay

For screwing up Obama

And Rahm’s the guy sent on his way

Back home to kids and momma

 

 

Four decades ago the Soviets deployed a short range, wildly inaccurate missile we called the Scud.  It’s children, a little larger, slightly more accurate and with a little longer range, is now the favored weapon of third world countries. Iran and Syria have shipped hundreds of them to Hezbullah in Lebanon, bringing every inch of Israel within range. So dangerous has this outmoded missile become in the hands of terrorists and terrorist states that the United States and Israel have been working on ways to shoot it down in boost phase with long range missiles shot from fighter planes or UAVs. The danger will come when Iran and Syria think the time is ripe to destroy Israel and Hezbullah starts shooting them at Tel Aviv. When that happens the Israelis will forcefully respond, and what happens next depends on whether Israel wants to do the job right once the war starts and take out not only Hezbullah and Syria, but Iran and Iranian nukes as well. It will happen, the only question is when. Actually, there is another question: whose side will Obama be on? I think we know the answer to that one. Obama, by declaring that the US will not re-supply Israel, has left Israel with only one option. A full scale war with Iran and Syria will very quickly draw down Israel’s war stocks, leaving them only nukes or surrender and genocide at the hands of the Arabs. Obama, by his bungling, has drawn the Middle East closer to nuclear war than it otherwise would have been.  

 

 

The Russkies built what we called Scud

We laughed and thought the thing a dud

It had no range and so we’d smile

It missed its target by a mile

But here we are some decades hence

And these old Scuds defy defense

To the extent that techie guys

Must dream up ways to clear the skies

With anti-missiles shot from planes

To catch them in their booster lanes

Now who’ve thunk  at this late date

Hezbullah would be tempting fate

By aiming one at Tel Aviv

For surely they cannot believe

Israelis won’t just hit them hard

And wipe them up across the yard

No something else is surely up

For not since Hector was a pup

Had anyone as much to lose

So Hezbullah has now to choose

Do they continue Iran’s games

Shoot off a Scud, go down in flames

Or is this all a great big bluff

And when Israelis say, Enough!

They’ll act like Arabs, fold their tents

But no, for that makes too much sense

There will be war in Middle East

And it will draw in us, at least

And likely draw in others too

And spread to places that are new

To Middle Eastern scams and schemes

And that is why to me it seems

That nukes will fly and cities burn

And rivers steam and in its turn

The sand turns glassy red with blood

And all because of some old Scud

 

 

A surgeon in the British army, poking fun at the rude colonial boys playing at being officers and gentlemen, wrote a ditty called Yankee Doodle, describing a yokel putting a feather in his cap and calling it macaroni, a reference to British military slang that referred to gold braid as macaroni, as we now call gold braid scrambled eggs. The rude colonial boys turned the tables and proudly proclaimed themselves Yankee Doodle, giving rise to George M. Cohan’s famous song. But Cohan went further than that. His song You’re A Grand Old Flag was the first piece of sheet music to sell over a million copies. Both songs are now part of the national consciousness. The following is homage to George M. Cohan, a true Yankee Doodle Dandy.

 

Yes, she’s a grand old flag

A high flying flag

And forever and ever she’ll wave

And we take great pride

In the men who died

To keep this the home of the brave

We’ve been tried before

In bad times and war

And we’ve always come through in the end

For the stars and stripes

Lead the drums and pipes

In the march down the street, round the bend

To the promised land

That the brothered band

Left to us by their service to all

Yes they died for the flag

For that high flying flag

May we always have brave men on call