The Imam Raul, Mayor Bloomberg, President Obama and others of like mind insist the Religion of Peace be permitted to build a Victory Mosque at Ground Zero, celebrating the murders of over three thousand innocent civilians. But who are these adherents of the Religion of Peace? What kind of people are they?

They slink through the sewers in murderous rage

They kill before cameras to use the world stage

They read the Koran and believe every page

That demands that the infidel die

They slit old men’s throats just because they are Jews

They stable their horses where once there were pews

They know that the West their foul deeds will excuse

They kill in a blink of an eye

The symbols of Islam stand bright in the sun

A mosque at Ground Zero tells the world that they’ve won

But one day we’ll wake up and then they’ll be done

And Mecca in ruins will lie

We are all familiar with the story of William Tell. The story goes that the ruler of the Swiss principality where Wilhelm Tell and his family lived was a man named Albrecht Gessler, put in place by the Austrian Hapsburgs. Herr Gessler, to show his complete control over the people, erected a pole in the public square and placed his hat on top of it, ordering everyone to bow before the hat.  Wilhelm Tell passed by the hat without bowing and was arrested, and ordered, as punishment, to shoot an apple from the head of his son, and if he missed they both would die. On 18 November 1307, Tell, an expert marksman with the crossbow, split the apple, but told Gessler he would have killed him had he missed, so he was arrested and taken to Gessler’s castle. Tell escaped on the way and killed Gessler with his crossbow, fomenting a revolution that resulted in the formation of the Swiss Confederation, free from Austrian rule. Tell died in 1354 trying to save a child from drowning, and is a national hero in Switzerland. But the more interesting man to us is Gessler, who ordered everyone to bow to his hat. We now have a president who is an empty suit. Gessler ordered everyone to bow to his hat, but how is this so different from us being asked to bow before an empty suit?

If I were named Barack Hussein

I’d surely think it quite insane

If some thought I a muslim be

For anyone can plainly see

That though I liken muslim prayer

To birdies singing in the air

And though I sometimes quite refuse

To think of muslims killing Jews

As something that should not be done

I think that as my father’s son

I have a duty to proclaim

That Islam is a holy flame

That lights the way for all to live

But note that the alternative

Is constant strife and constant war

About whose god we should adore

I say the question should be moot

And by the way, you like the suit?

The Race Card is getting a little complicated. The purveyors of Race as qualification for receiving other people’s money and undeserved advancement to the head of the line now have to contend with the unintended consequences of their actions, as white people claim to be black or aboriginal by virtue of simply claiming that they are, using the Race Industry’s rationales against them. White guilt led to passage of laws benefitting the supposedly oppressed minorities, and whites are now taking advantage of them. That history professor in Colorado who claimed to be American Indian even though he had no American Indian ancestry is only the most famous example. My family decided to get on the gravy train as well.   

My pop said he’s a Cherokee

My mom a proud Aleut

My sister was a Hottentot

Whom everyone thought cute

My brother claimed he’d Negro blood

One drop, but that’s enough

My Polish uncle’s laundry failed

When Chinese called his bluff

His customers demanded that

He do as he was told

And iron the sheets and pillow slips

With an epicanthic fold

Tea Party candidates are leading the way to a wave election that will swamp the Marxist Socialist America hating Democrats in a tsunami of votes. Way back at the beginning of March in that faraway year of 2009 I posted here some verse calling for a Tea Party. I don’t know if the term was used before then in connection with the then building political climate six weeks into the Obama administration, and do not claim authorship of the idea, but I will say that if a single post in Verse-afire started this fire then I rest content.

The first tea dumped in Bahstin Hobber

Turned George the Third into a sobber

We’re lining up the Dems to clobber

We’re taking back our land

We don’t like mosques next to Ground Zero

We like good Sarah she’s a hero

The Times and Post say she’s a Nero

Who leads a clinging band

Of nuts for guns and class sedition

Who’ll lead us all to black perdition

I’m kind of liking that rendition

The bum’s rush being fanned

The tide has turned and those who’ve ruled us

For many years and think they’ve fooled us

Are learning now that we’ve been schooled thus

We’re on to something grand

The four horsemen are riding in this country, but they are not named War, Famine Pestilence and Death. No, not those guys. The horsemen this time call themselves the Tea Party, and they are riding a political tsunami that intends to cast out the old power hungry political bulls and change the politics of this country for the next couple of generations. And they are led by a lady on a pale horse.

Behold the four horsemen

Note well the steed pale

To Irish the Norsemen

Debarked in Kinsale

To others the four

Are the riders of death

Who slay by the score

With the stench of their breath

But now there’s a new

Set of riders astride

Steeds of quite different hue

And they ride them with pride

And their names are not Famine

And Sickness and War

The first one a gamin

Named Beck and there’s more

There’s Angle and Haley

And Jindal of course

And Sarah quite gaily

On the lead Palin horse

There is an arrogance of power in Washington, an arrogance not limited to the current occupant of the White House. Arrogance of the congressional leadership, who ram through legislation over the loud objections of the electorate, arrogance of the media who believe it is their right and duty to tell us what they want us to know and not tell us what they don’t want us to know, and the arrogance of the current president who asserts he knows best what is good for us and will damn well give it to us. This is the way of the Left, from Robespierre to Stalin, from Pol Pot to Mao Tse Tung, a communist murderer who killed upwards of sixty million of his own citizens to further his power, and whose portrait adorned the White House Christmas tree not so many months ago. To the Left, there is no such thing as Country, there is only the Left.   

The Left asserts, “The state is me!”

All else disqualified

The rest of us just pay the tolls

Along just for the ride

They cannot see where they are wrong

Cannot misstate or err

The country heading for the cliff?

Then onward we must spur

We’ve seen how quickly many times

Lese majeste befalls

The arrogant as men rebel,

Less majesty their calls

Iman Rauf and his muslim loving and America hating colleagues in the Democratic party are determined to build a muslim victory mosque at Ground Zero over the objections of all right thinking Americans. What we need is a good old American hero, like the masked man Lone Ranger, a radio hero of yesteryear, who, with his great horse Silver and his faithful Indian companion Tonto, took on the bad guys and won, with courage and good old fashioned horse sense. This mosque business could be solved in minutes by Silver alone, so simple is the question: shall we allow the muslims to build a victory mosque honoring Mohammed Atta and his heroic muslim murderers who killed over three thousand innocent American civilians or shall we not allow it.

A RADIO PLAY IN ONE ACT    

Tonto: They’re going to build a mosque at ground zero, kemosabe.

Lone Ranger, looking askance: Stop calling me that, Tonto. What’s a mosque?

Tonto: A kind of church. And the president got all upset because a man in Florida threatened to burn a Koran.

Lone Ranger, looking puzzled: North Koran or South Koran?

Tonto: And the man in Florida says the Muslims are threatening to kill him for threatening to burn a Koran.

Lone Ranger: Sounds like a job for us, Tonto.  Where’s my horse.

Three bars of the William Tell Overture later Tonto and the Lone Ranger arrive in Manhattan

Lone Ranger: This dispute can be solved with some good old fashioned horse sense, Tonto. What do you say, Silver? Should a mosque be built at Ground Zero?

Silver: Neigh

Lone Ranger: There you have it, Mayor Bloomberg.

Problem solved, and with a hearty “Heigh-Yo Silver!” the Lone Ranger and Tonto ride off into the sunset. Music, fade to black.

Mayor Bloomberg, bemused: Who was that mosqued man?

The coming financial tsunami started many years ago when the public sector unions, in bed with the politicians they elected, voted themselves gigantic pensions, pensions that now are strapping the taxpayers who went along with the heist when times were good. From small municipalities to large states, the public employees unions are breaking the bank with pension payments to people who retired at ages as early as fifty on full or nearly full pay. Greed has its own reward, and the general public is about to see what unalloyed greed, for money by the unions, and for votes and power by the politicians, has in that nicely wrapped little present sitting on the coffee table. We have no choice but to cut those pensions back or go down the tubes like Greece or Portugal, just two examples of the socialist ruin visited upon us by ourselves.

My name is Walt

It’s all my fault

I wanted no attention

I got my pay

And ‘long the way

Some things I cannot mention

I’m set for life

A trophy wife

A mansion and Mercedes

I’m young and spry

With still an eye

For well endowed young ladies

Yes life is good

That’s understood

Though lately there’s some tension

The wife just left

My income cleft

The bastards cut my pension

The Belmont Club has an interesting post about the new Woodward book on the Obama administration, the premise of which is that Woodward begins his interviews at the bottom of the ladder, talking to people who see the opportunity to get their names in print, and so tell him things they think will get them that brief moment of fame. Woodward then interviews people at the next level up, indicating he knows a lot more than he’s telling, and the people at that level then believe the people at a lower level have told Woodward things that might be damaging to them, and so are at pains to disavow or dispute statements that were never made. And so it goes, everyone assuming those below have the knives out, making them afraid not to defend themselves. Woodward’s methods simply reflect the entire Washington mind set. Everyone is at daggers drawn.

At daggers drawn

In deepest night

We creep toward dawn

And fear the light

We have no friends

We share no trust

No means or ends

That mean we must

Work hand in hand

With colleagues who

Will just demand

We’re loyal to

The guy above

Whose shoes we shine

Who shows no love

And gives no sign

That loyal works

Both up and down

He’s got his perks

He owns this town

And when its time

To tell a lie

He drops a dime

On such as I

At daggers drawn

We walk the halls

Each just a pawn

When Woodward calls

Time magazine wonders if America has a problem with Muslims. The left of course would never wonder if Muslims have a problem with the United States. To the people at Time and to the so-called leftist chattering class everywhere, everything is always our fault. Do Muslims kill Americans for no reason than that they are Americans? Of course they do, but Time magazine cannot and will not ever see it that way. But others do. We do, and one day the tipping point will be reached and that will be the end of it.

They push old wheelchaired men off boats

They smile for cameras cutting throats

They kill at weddings, brides and grooms

They drag young women from their rooms

And stone them, laughing as they kill

While shouting it is Allah’s will

They hijack airplanes by the score

And throw the bodies out the door

They dress young kids in vests and bombs

And send the pictures to the moms

They cheer in streets as thousands die

As terror kills them from the sky

An embassy is no safe place

From this disgusting, vilesome race

With Muslims Time may have no beef

But one day we will take a leaf

From the big book of Muslim plays

And show them all the many ways

The West has found to kill a man

As quick and dirty as we can

We’re slow to anger, but we will

And one day soon there’ll be a kill

A thousand suns will burn the grass

And all the sand will turn to glass

For only then will terror end

We never break, but sometimes bend

But bend enough and something snaps

Just ask the Nazis and the Japs