Monthly Archives: January 2011

Distant Drums

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Events in Egypt bode ill for the United States and the rest of the civilized world, for the removal of Mubarak will usher in the inevitable takeover by the fanatical Islamists, and when that happens, when Egypt is allied with Iran and Syria, Turkey and Saudi Arabia will soon follow. And then it will be war or surrender to oil blackmail for the West, and war or surrender to the Holocaust for Israel. And all the while President Obama and the Secretary of State issue platitudes.  

 

 

Softly, in the distance, so far and yet so near

The warm and gentle breezes grow in strength

And slip ever so quietly to our unhearing ear

And swirl around unheeded until, at last, at length

The built on sand foundation of our policy gives way

And the house of cards comes tumbling to the ground

The president still claims he cannot feel the slightest sway

And denies his policy is quite unsound

The wafting gentle breezes now climb up the Beaufort scale

And kingdoms and dictators fall apace

And wind-borne chaos whips the sand of time into a gale

And all in danger scurry for a place

Of quiet harbor safety till the storm blows itself out

They cry to Washington to ease their fears

But Washington is busy, turning deaf ears to the shout

Though many have predicted this for years

 

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Dhimming Lights

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The lights are starting to dim in the Middle East. Tunisia and now Egypt, are about to join the current hard Islamic nations of Iran and Syria. Lebanon has been effectively taken over by Hizbollah and Gaza by Hamas. Saudi Arabia will join them as soon as it is apparent to the Saudis that the strong horse has spoken, and Turkey is drifting inexorably into line. The object of these hard Islamic terror based countries is the conquest of the West, by whatever means, and the turning of the Western populations into dhimmis, second class citizens in their own countries, unable to vote or own property, unable to work where they please or live where they please. Nothing short of a new Caliphate is the goal, with the capital most likely again in Greater Baghdad. The lights are dimming throughout the Middle East, and they are dhimming as well for us. And when Iran gets the bomb the lights will no longer be dimming, they will go out.

 

 

In 1914 it was said

The lights in chancelleries now burned

Throughout the night as events marched

To their conclusion as they must

And so they counted up their dead

As shells and mortars good earth churned

Leaving land now dead and parched

And living men turned into dust

And so again the lights turn low

The fertile crescent writhes and turns

The land between the rivers screams

And none can stay the coming thrust

We brace for what we do not know

Yet it shall come, the searing burns

And send the best of all our dreams

To their conclusion as they must

 

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The Good Earth

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Writer Amy Chua says Chinese mothers are Mother Tigers who drive their children to achieve at all costs. A Chinese child is expected to attend the best schools, get the best grades, and get the best jobs. No slacking, no shirking, or Mama Tiger will burn all your toys. Does this work? The evidence is that it does, though the extremely high performance rating for Shanghai schools is suspect. There is no question however that kids who burn the books are the ones who solve the problems, and if we’re not careful it may turn out that to the Chinese we are the problem.

 

 

Once the land of floods and famines

Now the land of lithesome gamins

Who grow up as Tiger Mothers

At least the ones who have no brothers

For if she had a brother dear

Then she herself would not be here

One child is all a family gets

Which does explain how mama frets

When only child just likes to play

And be a boy not work all day

To shoot some hoops not read five books

Despite the fearful Tiger’s looks

By all means lad, go get your grades

You’ve got it all, a slam in spades

 

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The Next Crusade

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Throughout the Muslim world, and in particular the Arab Muslim world, with the notable exception of Kuwait, Christians of all kinds are kept in second class status, in some places unable to hold a Christian religious service without fear of death or jail. Recently the rise of fundamentalist Islam has led to outright killing of Christians just for being Christians. Murders of Christians by Muslims in Egypt and elsewhere have drawn only soft reproaches from the West, who fear that to complain more loudly will only lead to more killings. This sort of thing happened before, after the Arab conquest of Christian North Africa. The response of the West at that time was the Crusades. Is the time for another Crusade drawing near?

 

 

Step softly lest we cause them pain

To even question is not ours to gain

The Muslim has the right to hold as slave

The Christian whom we dare not think to save

Oh no we must not think to question why

Our Christian brothers are subject to die

For even speaking Allah’s sacred name

And thus to burn in hell’s eternal flame

But it was not forever thus

That Christians did forbear to make a fuss

They strapped on helm and shield and sharpened swords

They would not be the cursed Muslim’s wards

They fought them to the death their faith to keep

But now the West is slumb’ring deep in sleep

We do not know just who we are

And that is why we are a falling star

 

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Bread

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Authoritarian governments are always socialist, whether the iron socialism of communism or the softer socialism of Europe. But essentially they are all the same. The Left proclaims they care, they only want to help, they only want what’s fair for all. They never tell you the truth, that what they really want is to rule. Rule your life, rule your soul, rule your very being, your every breath. But socialism inevitably fails, and failure leads to hungry kids, and hungry kids leads to angry men, and angry men lead to democracy or totalitarianism. And you never know which it will be.. 

 

 

In failing lands where price of bread

Is far beyond a poor man’s pay

Where hungry kids lie in their bed

That man will look to find a way

To feed his kids and keep them well

When government has failed to keep

The promises that they did sell

That lulled the populace to sleep

The bubbles burst, they always do

The dreams of socialists soon die

As benefits flow to the few

And in their beds the hungry lie

 

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Moderate Muslims

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Two moderate muslims are sitting around a fire, toasting goat entrails. The first moderate muslim says, “The stoning was beautifully done, but I held back in moderation out of consideration for the slut whore’s husband who rightly denounced her for showing her face at a window without a veil.“

“And rightly so,” the second moderate muslim said. “I too threw only small stones.”

“I heard at the oasis,” the first moderate muslim said, “that an infidel threatened to burn the holy book, may he be urinated upon by a herd of syphilitic camels.”

“There are worse things than being urinated upon by syphilitic camels, my cousin. I say we respond judiciously and moderately to the very thought of burning the holy Quran. Let us capture some infidels and slit their throats and send the pictures to YouTube.”

“Good idea,” the first moderate muslim said, “even though Allah, Peace Be Upon Him, has given the infidel guns.”

“Exactly,” the second moderate muslim said. “That’s why we’re moderate.”

 

 

Moderation, ain’t it grand

As long as things go as they’re planned

The Arab sits upon his sand

And contemplates the death

Of infidels worldwide and thus

On Allah’s scorecard it’s a plus

He’ll slit a throat with little fuss

As soon as draw a breath

The muslim doesn’t know the score

He thinks the West is weak and more

Than eager to give up the store

But what he doesn’t know

Is that the West is slow to rise
But pushed too far we’ll fill the skies

With planes that say the last goodbyes

With Allah first to go

 

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Mirror Mirror On The Wall

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Barack Obama looks into a mirror and sees Mount Rushmore. But what does the mirror see? I had a revealing experience many years ago. I came upon my Irish setter pup staring at a full length back of a door bedroom mirror, rigid as stone. He could see there was something looking back at him, but since there was no smell, his primary sense, all his instincts told him there was nothing there. Yet clearly there was. Obama is like my long gone but never forgotten Irish setter pup; he sees his reflection and believes there is something there.

 

 

TO A LOOKING GLASS

 

Reflections of an empty room

A curtain moving in the breeze

A passing figure briefly seen

It cares not all for what it sees

The heirloom hanging in the hall

Reflects the living, not the dead

Who are still there, beneath the new

Who will in time have in their stead

The newer still, the living shades

Mere visitors, a constant frieze

The mirror hangs there, silent, still

Not caring all for what it sees

 

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Intimidation

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The object of al Qaeda attacks is intimidation. They know the actual damage or number of deaths is incidental to the real purpose, which is to intimidate the enemy. The intimidation is working, so there is no reason to believe the Muslims will stop any time soon. Threaten to kill anyone who publishes a cartoon of Mohammed and pretty soon no one publishes a cartoon of Mohammed. Intimidation works when the intimidated knows the intimidator will carry out his threat. But sometimes intimidation fails. Alcohol is forbidden to the devout muslim, but sometimes a drink will make the faithful a tad belligerent.

 

 

I do not like thee or thy smell

I do not like thy faith as well

And this I know to thee I tell

You die today and rot in hell

I do not like the stinking Jew

I do not like him nor I you

To kill him is the thing to do

Till there are none or very few

The Christian is a parasite

He clings to land that’s ours by right

My friends and I come in the night

To catch him in the act of flight

The Hindu now we save for last

His death will rectify the past

We kill him and entire caste

We laugh to see him run so fast

I tell you this so you should know

That Allah is the way to go

All others we see as the foe

We strike in Allah’s name the blow

You infidel are past your time

Your weakness shows you’re past your prime

And now you pay for every crime

Your clock of death is now to chime

We’ll treat you like the dung you are

As slaves of the Islamic Dar

Yes you may run but not get far

Please put up gun I out of car

 

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California Dreamin’

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California was once known as the Golden State, a land of milk and honey, good jobs, and good living. All gone now, thanks to decades of Left wing politics that enriched the unions and bankrupted the rest of the populace with higher and higher taxes to pay off the promises to the unions that elected them. More and more burdensome regulations pushed by the environmental whackos drove businesses from the state, which meant more and more taxes on the individual to make up for it. On the verge of bankruptcy, on the verge of economic and social collapse, the voters of California had the option, last November, of electing a proven businesswoman who would save the state or electing a career politician who belonged to the liberal party that brought the state to the verge of economic collapse in the first place. They elected the liberal whose plan for saving the state was to raise taxes. It is said that people get the government they deserve, and this is certainly true in the case of California.

 

 

They love their Charles Manson

And hate their Victor Hanson

They love their Lefty charmers

And hate their working farmers

They love kinky seducers

And hate the wealth producers

They love their Lefty greenies

And hate Fox Channel meanies

And now with empty pockets

And new laws on the dockets

That punish those who work still

To give to those who work nil

They think that we will save them

But we should just enslave them

And make work unrequited

Until the land they’ve blighted

Is prosperous and sunny

Awash in hard earned money

And Lefty pols are banished

And Boxerdom has vanished

And when they’ve reached that station

We’ll welcome to our nation

A State no more beholden

A State that’s once more Golden

 

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Risk

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Life is a risk. Every time you cross the street or start your car you put yourself at risk. You learn to live with it, learn to ignore the little risks and avoid, if possible, the larger risks. This is why we don’t need some bureaucrat telling us not to do this or not to do that. The problem comes when we are told that Alar is harmful and then after the apple growers are bankrupt we find Alar is not harmful after all. This sort of thing goes on all the time, as junk science has replaced real science in our overly gullible society. The thing to do is ignore the junk scientists and live your life as best you can and you will be fine, because you know something the gullible and the junk scientists do not, which is that life is risky, and the trick lies in knowing where the risks are and avoiding them.

 

 

You take the risk

That your crab bisque

Will give you crabs or cancer

A tasty tart

Might make you fart

Don’t eat one that’s the answer

A plate of beans

Taste by all means

But never take the seconds

Who knows what lurks

What evil works

Death by disease still beckons

The lab rats die

No reason why

It must be in the water

And then they find

Oh never mind

You just misunderstood her

My teeth are fine

They really shine

I brush with fluoride daily

But if they rot

I’ll sue the lot

And see them in Old Bailey

Yes life’s a risk

And you may whisk

Along for years with nary

A sickly day

Till angels say

It’s time my boy don’t tarry

 

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