The election is over, and so is the reign of the liberal left. They had a good run, from 1933 to 2010, but their time has run out, our money has run out, and our patience has run out. In those 77 years the left has turned the country almost into something it was not in 1932, and what the country was not was a European style socialist country. And now, thanks to Barack Obama, the country has wakened from its long slumber, watching, all unnoticed, the Left slice off one freedom after another, like slicing one thin slice of salami at a time. But thanks to Obama’s impatience, thanks to his impetuous demand that the socialist revolution be completed on his watch, we have wakened, and the salami slicing is at an end. The Left has been handed a stunning defeat, and it is unclear that they will recover any time soon. The new Congress will have its work cut out for it, repealing the socialist medicine bill that was rammed down the throats of an unwilling people, and we now have the votes to prevent further destruction of our freedoms. I can only say, Praise the Lord, that I lived to see this day! 

 

 

As dark night comes down

On that Federal town

The pillars of leftism shake

They tremble and weep

For the fall is too steep

It’s enough to keep lefties awake

Tax and spending is done

A long ride and great fun

For apostles of power and greed

But it’s over, my friend

This is clearly the end

So we wish you a hearty god speed

As you leave we will ask

That you complete one task

A task for each laddie and lass

As you go out the door

Will you please just once more

Shove your finger deep into your ass

 

 

Waltradamus, seer of all things seeable, peers into his glass of Heineken and predicts the following:

 

The wave will rush upon the shore

The elephant totes up the score

He can’t believe what his eyes see

The seats he’s won count sixty-three

 

The tide comes swirling on the beach

The Senate, once seemed out of reach

Will teeter on the verge and then

Will reach the magic number ten

 

As unemployment checks run out

The unemployed will scream and shout

And blame it all on Mister O

Sad end to Magic Negro show

 

In Mass the voters finally end

The reign of Frank their fruity friend

It’s sad to see her end this way

Defeated, lonely, old and gay

 

What of Pelosi you may ask

She will return, but to what task?

No longer Speaker, power gone

The end for once proud Obie pawn

 

And Reid, it’s back to Searchlight now

To sit and ponder why and how

The voting public could not see

That she was not as smart as he

 

And if Republicans are smart

They’ll hold this lesson in their heart

You’re there to do the people’s will

Do that for years you’ll be there still

 

 

A FATAL ROLL OF THE DICE

 

From 1933 to the present day, the United States, regardless of who holds the White House or the Congress, has been drifting slowly but steadily toward a socialist society, all accompanied by hosannas to the new world order where no one will want for anything, and where all outcomes are guaranteed equal. The strident overreach of Obama has awakened the American public to what is going on, and they are about to reject it. The Tea Parties are a spontaneous reaction against the political elites of both parties. The Tea Party movement is a rejection of socialism, for they recognize that socialism is a dead weight on the body politic. The American people understand that living under socialism is like walking around with a piano on your back, and they are about to soundly reject 80 years of leftward drift. The Lefties, the Liberals, the Progressives, were content to let the leftist revolution proceed incrementally and surely, but Obama was impatient, and rolled the dice, desiring above all to be the historical figure who changed the nature of the American democracy on his watch. He rolled the dice and crapped out. And now Obama’s Marxist agenda is dead.

 

 

Just roll the dice

And in a trice

It’s seven come eleven

It’s Kingdom Come

Bang Marx’s drum

For soon we’ll be in Heaven

Where all are free

And liberty

Is there for just the taking

And government

Is heaven sent

Though data needs some faking

But nonetheless

It’s on we press

To socialist Nirvana

Yes all we lack

Is one strong back

To carry the piana

 

 

A ROUNDABOUT WAY

 

 

George Strait sings of how he misses his woman in a roundabout way. That’s how I feel about Nancy and Steny and Barney and the whole lot of race baiters and treasury looters. I will miss them in a roundabout way.

 

 

Around about the midnight hour Tuesday night

The Dems will find themselves the losers in the fight

We’ll win the House

A big de-louse

Yes I will miss them in a roundabout way

Around about the time that Nancy quits the stage

And good Tea Party people rise to turn the page

I’ll sit and smile

And all the while

I’ll miss them so in such a roundabout way

Around about the time the race guys pay the price

For causing hate and hatred now that would be nice

And Barney dear

She won’t be here

Yes I will miss them in a roundabout way

 

 

 

Juan Williams was fired from National Public Radio for blasphemy. He said something that was anathema to the Left. He said he got nervous when he boarded a plane and saw men dressed in muslim garb. You remember Larry Summers, president of Harvard, who was summarily dismissed from his job for the blasphemy of saying he thought there might be something to the idea that men are better at math than women. If you want to remain a member of the Left, there are some things you just can’t say, or just can’t think. And the sin of blasphemy will be visited upon those of us not of the Left, should the Left get their way.

 

 

Do I get nervous at times when

The aisle is filled with bearded men

Who take the cockpit on the run

Armed with a knife, a spear, a gun?

Of course I don’t for that would be

Just one more form of blasphemy

I cannot say why women faint

When someone says he thinks they ain’t

As good at math as some men are

Or throw a baseball quite as far

We know each mother’s blessed son

No matter what he’s said or done

Will one day cross the hate speech line

Be forced to pay a hefty fine

And told that should this warning fail

He’ll contemplate his sins  in jail

 

 

Ben Bernanke, the Chairman of the Federal Reserve, has said inflation is one of the answers to our current debt crisis, whereby an inflated and thus weaker and worth less dollar will be used to pay off the bonds and T-bills held by China, but also by the American public. Purposeful inflation is robbery, a deliberate pauperization of the citizenry to get the politicians who caused the problem to make it seem they are solving the problem. The Weimar Republic tried this in the 20s in Germany, and they got Hitler.

 

 

Buried deep in deadly debt

We fear we ain’t seen nothing yet

The Fed is busy pumping cash

Hoping to avoid a crash

Inflating dollars is their plan

To get the hungry working man

Up on his feet so he can pay

His taxes and yes by the way

If Wall Street takes the lion’s share

The Fed will say that shows we care

In meantime my small T-bill stock

And cash on hand will feel the shock

As steep inflation cuts in half

My equity while bankers laugh

The Fed and Wall Street’s mad affair

Is blatant ‘cause the happy pair

Believe the Wise Men know what’s best

But we know that it’s plain incest

 

 

The immigration policy of the United States is lunacy. We are a country of immigrants, it is true, but our ancestors came here under controlled conditions, landed in Ellis Island, were processed and sent on their way, where they settled down to become Americans, studying the language and history. That is not the case today. Angela Merkel, the Chancellor of Germany, said a few days ago that the German experiment in multiculturalism was an abject failure, and so it is with us, though our immigrant problems are different from Germany’s. Their problem is unassimilated Turks who do not want to become Germans or speak German, while our problem is unassimilated Mexicans who cross the border unimpeded, demand their language be spoken, and openly state their goal is to return the southwest states to Mexico. And given time and the continuance of our lunatic immigration policy, they will.  

 

 

They welcomed the men

And the women back then

And they flocked to the city of gold

Where they went on the dole

And they murdered and stole

There’s a lesson from history of old

They were Romans in name

Playing out their sweet game

Pretty soon politicians took note

And they joined in the ride

And with fierce Roman pride

Got elected with immigrant vote

Now we know what came next

It is there in the text

Written history as plain as your face

When you go down that path

It is pure simple math

That you wind up for good in last place

 

 

Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac were and are the children of Barney Frank and Chris Dodd. And a gravy train for Democrat apparatchiks, who gave themselves million dollar bonuses and taxpayer paid vacations in all the world’s exotic places. The principal function of Fannie and Freddie was to provide government backing to mortgages issued to people who could not possibly pay the mortgage, under the guise that by doing so would turn those people into middle class folks and thus solve the problems of the inner city ghettos while ensuring those people remained solid Democrat votes. And when the mortgages did not get paid, and the government backed mortgages defaulted, the financial crisis of 2008 was upon us. To the tune of that old standard Frankie and Johnny, new lyrics.

 

 

Fannie and Freddie were sweethearts

Lordy how they loved cash

Swore to be true to each other

Dems they loved but Republicans trash

Frank was their man, but they done him wrong

Now Frank went down to the corner

To get a bucket of votes

He said to the gay bartender

Man I got em by the throats

They were his friends, but they done him wrong

Well I don’t want to cause you no trouble

Said the barkeep, when shove comes to push

I seen Fan and Freddie bout an hour ago

And they was strollin’ ‘long with Georgie Bush

You were their man, but they be doin’ you wrong

Then Frank went home in a hurry

He didn’t go there for fun

He hurried home to get a hold

Of his boyfriend’s shootin’ gun

He was their man, and they done him wrong

Well that was the end of the story

Fan and Freddie continued Frank’s way

Continued to bust out the country

Giving loans to those who couldn’t pay

He was their man, and he done us wrong

 

 

Faced with the coming tsunami of Republican votes this mid-term, President Obama has declared that the Democrat party will be stronger than ever since it will be reduced to the bare bones true believers. Where have we heard this before? Oh yes, from Lenin, who stated the communist party was better off with fewer but better people. Does Obama have the same thing in mind that Lenin had? Given Obama’s communist parents and communist mentors, it is not an implausible thought. And what about Axelrod’s statement that we should stay up all night election night and see what happens? Faced with a debacle, is Obama and friends about to turn the artillery dangerously close to their own troops in an effort to save themselves?

 

 

Obama is following right to the letter

Lenin’s sweet call for the fewer but better

For Lenin and Marx are his true early mentors

Strong horses, both gods, they were real life true centaurs

Bestriding the land of the serfs and the peasants

Promising much, giving workers nice presents

Like gulags and genocide, show trials and hunger

And death for the old to make room for the younger

The Stavka, Beria, a dank filthy prison

All praise to the Stalin for whom the sun’s risen

Yes fire the guns, TOT for effect mate

For soon will the voters affirm your reject date

We cling to our guns and religion and blindness

We fail to see greatness unlike the sheer mindless

Old Lefties you feel will hurrah come to save you

And keep for you power those same mindless gave you

 

 

The eyes of the world were on the 33 trapped Chilean miners, while little attention was paid to the rescuers who gathered from all over the world, but especially from the United States, to rescue them. And I suppose that is how it always is. The rescued miners will get their book deals, their appearances on Oprah, their interviews with the world’s press, and deservedly so. They endured quite an ordeal. But one day there will be a book about the rescuers, telling their story. And what a story it is. Quietly, in the shadows, the United States provided the drilling equipment, the drilling crews, the engineering design for the rescue capsule, and the hot food that was lowered into the mine that kept them alive.  

 

 

All focus on the rescued

So little on the saviors

The drama in the helpless

All eyes on their behaviors

Resigned, despaired or prayerful?

Belligerent, pugnacious?

When rescued are they grateful

Or are they less than gracious?

The brave mine men of Chile

Two months and more lie passive

Undaunted though they’re buried

Inside a fissured massif

Outside the world came running

Men rushed to help the victims

Help those in need of rescue

Is one of mankind’s dictums

And so they’re reunited

With wives who wept to see them

Thanks to the men in shadows

Who worked so hard to free them

 

 

The West, including the United States, has entered into a period of ennui, a period of self-loathing, where a sizeable part of the body politic thinks life is not worth living, the country is not worth defending, faith and redemption a fantasy for fools, and the future is a non-existent dream. Fortunately, they are about to be swept away by a revulsion to the hedonistic nostrums of the 1960s. There is every indication the generation of cynics and despairers is coming to an end. The American spirit is being revived by the Tea Party people, who believe in the American dream, American exceptionalism,and the American work ethic that says if you work hard you will succeed. America was built by people who thought that the next hill was not insurmountable, that the next hill was not the end, but the beginning.     

 

 

The rolling sands stretch into time

The beck’ning hills in distance wait

The sea spray flecks the beach with rime

The runner listens to his gait

Beyond the hills he knows not what

He only knows that he must go

He leaves his house, his home, his hut

And why it is he does not know

Much wearied now he claims the crest

Before him lies the promised land

In distance beck’ning hills still rest

The future filled with rolling sand

He presses on still, undeterred

For duty binds him close with steel

He sees the radiance unblurred

And knows the sand and hills unreal

A testing of his faith and worth

A trial that lasts as long as he

Is bound to sky and sun and earth

And rolling sand and restless sea

The runner knows to reach his goal

He must not rest but persevere

His life is work in part or whole

And faith in what he may revere

His family, god , ancestors who

Set out the way that he must live

Who guide and teach him what to do

To give all that he has to give