California, the Golden State, is on the verge of bankruptcy, brought on by the enormous greed of the teachers unions and the public employee service unions, who gouged the state for enormous pensions and perks in return for electing Democrats. And now the state hangs on the verge of financial dissolution, and what do they do? They re-elect the very people who got them into this mess in the first place. The people of California deserve whatever horrific things come their way.

The Golden State persists in schemes

That lead to chasing gold moonbeams

That lead to oversold boom dreams

Producing milk and honey

Where leprechauns spin straw to gold

And nights are warm and never cold

And lefty knights forever bold

With other peoples’ money

They never think that they be wrong

That time is short and pain is long

They laugh and sing a merry song

And everyone keeps dancing

But soon the piper must be paid

Someone will call a spade a spade

And lefty dreams will be unmade

The boil is ripe for lancing

After two years it is clear the Obama administration is the least competent, most corrupt and most disorganized administration since Jimmah Carter. Obama himself, the anointed one, the lightgiver, has not a clue as to what the chief executive of the world’s only superpower should do when faced with the most elemental tasks. Obama knows not and knows not that he knows not.

Obama he be quite adrift

In spite he be God’s given gift

To all mankind on this green earth

Who longed for his appointed birth

He think he know what all is what

When all he know is diddly squat

He want the Russian treaty now

He know not why, he know not how

Election night he taste defeat

He think he not ever be beat

And now he act like he be miffed

No way to act for God’s great gift

Obama is doing a great job of presiding over the impending demise of the United States, a demise greatly desired by Obama’s parents, Obama’s dear friends the Ayers and Reverend Wright, and by Obama himself. The left laments, with crocodile tears, the descent into mediocrity, all the while working hard to speed up that descent. But there are others who say, Not So Fast! We’re taking over.  

The light is dim and dimly seen

It’s dawn and all is quite serene

Broad uplands stretch before our eyes

The world is ours and our fair prize

Not so, come whispers from the dark

The cliff is near, the crisis stark

The light you see is not the dawn

It’s dimming now and soon be gone

The curtain now is drawing low

It’s dusk you see, a failing glow

With soon the darkness coming nigh

Where wolves will howl at blackest sky

At dawn empire claims at birth

That all can see what freedom’s worth

At dusk empire empty drifts

Through chasms, valleys, endless rifts

And chastened longs for what is gone

And knows the night won’t bring a dawn

But others, made of sterner stuff

Cry Stand Back! We Have Had Enough!

Your Keynes and Marx have always failed

We’re here to say your ship has sailed

We’ve got the helm and changing course

Tea Parties bring a new found force

The old is out, the lines are drawn

We march into the shining dawn

The data dump by Wikileaks shows the utter incompetence of the Obama administration. They had the traitor who downloaded the stuff for seven months, and can’t seem to stop Assange from releasing the files. It has evidently never occurred to the geniuses in the White House that after the Defense Department file dump in the Spring that they could issue an arrest warrant for him, charging espionage or something, and request extradition from Australia. They knew he had this stuff and would release it, and did nothing to try to stop him. Barack Obama believes he is the smartest guy in every room, even the ones he isn’t in. How does he know this? Because all his life everyone has told him so. And now hope and change means we hope it all gets changed in 2012. In the meantime, he is destroying the country both at home and abroad. The smartest guy in the room? Only when he’s alone.

There be no smarter man than he

He much smarter than you and me

He show the world how smart he be

Obama

A Stalin portrait on his wall

When but a child and very small

He follows now his mommy’s call

Obama

He worked not but with silver tongue

He climbed the ladder rung by rung

And one day saw his banner hung

Obama

The two short years he’s been around

He drove us right into the ground

That was his plan as we have found

Obama

In every room he is the one

He think he greater than the sun

But soon he will be one and done

Obama

In 1945, at the Japanese surrender aboard the USS Missouri, Commander George Kosco, USN, took the only color film of the event. The film remained in Commander Kosco’s possession until it was restored in 2010. The USS Missouri was one of four battleships of the Iowa class, the Iowa, the Wisconsin, the New Jersey and the Missouri. They are gone now, the end of the line begun when the English built the first race-built galleons, sleek and fast, through the great wooden two and three deckers to steel and steam. The big gun ships of the line have had their day, and now they are gone.  

The race-built heeled into the wind

So swift, so sleek, so lean

Yet who could tell when she was launched

The future had been seen

The race-builts paved the wooden way

For frigates and the like

Ships of the line with billowed sails

And sheet-work marlin spike

Then sail was done for steam and steel

Just laughed at wind and tide

And guns now turned, no longer did

They line the checkered side

And then at last the end had come

For battleships and men

The Iowas are gone and we’ll

See not their like again

The Left has been in the driver’s seat in the United States for close to 80 years, and in Europe for longer than that. The hard Left, Communism and Fascism, is gone, and the soft Left, the Democratic Socialism of the Western Europe, is on its last legs, ironically at the very time the Left in the United States is doubling down in its attempt to duplicate the leftist paradise they think they see across the Atlantic. But thankfully the past election has changed all that. The Left has been repudiated, and the United States is about to change course, to smaller government and greater freedom for its citizens. But the Left will never give up its dream of ruling us all as they see fit. The Left will always be with us.

The Left has had its run

And while they’ve had their fun

The rest of us were facing wrack and ruin

The lefties didn’t care

They acted debonair

And smiled and said hey partner how’m I doin’

But now it’s at an end

There’s no more dough to spend

They’ve buried us far deeply underground

But unrepentant still

The Left says pay the bill

We’ll get it right when next time comes around

THANKSGIVING 2010

The turkeys mill about the pen

Each turkey tom and turkey hen

The turkey sentries loose and lax

They do not see the sharpened axe

Oh dear

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Frank Sinatra once sang Come Fly With Me, but that was before there was a National Security Administration. The TSA, under the direction of Big Sis Janet Napolitano, is determined to pursue a course of greatest embarrassment and inconvenience to the American traveling public instead of doing what any sensible person would do. Sensible people would try to find out WHO was getting on the plane, but Big Sis is determined to find out WHAT is getting on the plane. We have to take off our shoes because a terrorist had explosives in his shoes. The Word Trade Centers were brought down by guys armed with boxcutters, so we cannot take scissors on planes. The underwear bomber failed to explode his bomb and so we know he had a bomb in his underwear, and this means we have to have strangers grope around inside our underwear. Do they change gloves for each pat down? They do not. The gloves are for their protection, not ours. Sensible people, like the Israelis, look for terrorists; Big Sis looks for containers of mother’s milk. We scrutinize every tenth person in line, no matter if that tenth person is an 85 year old grandmother from Des Moines, or a crippled child. Bearded young Arab males go unchallenged, because that would be profiling, and we can’t have that. If you are hunting a man-eating tiger it is no use believing rabbits are possible tigers.   

A bearded man dressed as a nun

Approached TSA screeners

What’s in the jug one screener asked

“Why lunch, it’s just boiled wieners”

Well she’s okay, another said

Don’t bother with the cork

She’s not an Arab that is plain

For Arabs don’t eat pork

At full pat down the screener cried

What’s this inside your pants?

“Why that is just a crucifix”

She smiled with winsome glance

And so he boarded for his trip

To Allah’s paradise

A jug of naptha and a match

Lit up the nighttime skies

Meantime a little crippled child

Was ordered off to jail

For hindering the screeners work

When she began to wail

And so it went and so it goes

Our government plays hob

With peoples’ lives but all is well

Big Sis is on the job

Google is facing legal challenges all over the world for its invasion of privacy in collecting data on  individual private citizens with its wi-fi interceptions. Data is the mother lode of politics. The more they know about you the more they can manipulate you. And now Google is hand in glove with the Obama administration. Should we be afraid? Yes, and not only because Google is prepared to spend hundreds of millions of dollars to elect left wing Democrats. Google, if left to carry out its plans, will soon have a very thick file on each and every one of us; our incomes, our history, our email and our secret desires. Google is out to become Big Brother. A Coogle, incidentally, is a redhead with freckles.

A candidate who’s frugal

Needs not cash but only Google

And each voter’s mind and pocketbook are his

If you’re freckled, play the bugle

They will know you are a coogle

And they’ll know if you’re a Mr. or a Ms

Secret ballot’s in the past sir

Now it’s Google that’s your master

They know what you think and how you vote and more

Congress halls once alabaster

Now are primed for real disaster

And we tremble thinking what is next in store

A revolution is underway in the United States, brought on by the Tea Parties and the resounding repudiation of the leftist form of government that has grown up around us like a cancer. There are those, of course, who do not like revolution; too messy, too untidy. These people understand the revolution is happening, but hope it is conducted with a maximum of civility. Can a modern major revolution be conducted in a civil manner? The answer is to the tune of Gilbert and Sullivan’s A Modern Major General.

We like our revolutions with the maximum civility

We like to think we get along to best of our ability

We want no fuss nor wish no muss

We want the world to liken us

To cheerful riders on a bus

That leads to our facility

Where we can do our best to see that everyone is happily

Engaged in work and play they do precisely well and snappily

A world where men know best and then

We’ll dance and sing and laugh again

And poets take up ink and pen

To Nomes and Indianapoli

Yes revolutions are done best when all are smiling merrily

And friends and foes alike are greeted ma’am-ily and sir-ily

And when it’s o’er our little war

Leaves no one mad and no one sore

The rich still rich the poor still poor

And all will shout, yea verily