Monthly Archives: March 2011

Bug-eyed Monsters

The United States now has the capability of flying over hostile or friendly territory and cause all signals to vanish, all screens to go dark, no facebook, no twitter, no television, no radio, replaced with whatever message the government wants you to see and hear. That used to be science fiction. No longer. We trust our government to do that only to our enemies and not to do that to us. Don’t we? 

 

 

Buggy eyed monsters and bare bosomed dames

The covers of pulp mags of yore

Screamed loudly as writers of recognized names

Caused space ships to come to our shore

Advanced as they were o’er the likes of us then

They beamed out their message en clair

And sent us their likeness so very like men

Then landed and walked down the stair

Onto the lawn of the White House no less

To bring peace and health to us all

They promised that all of mankind they would bless

And gathered us onto the Mall

Now who would’ve thought that that day it would come

When space ships would overhead fly

And make all the facebooks and twitters go dumb

While spewing the government lie

 

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Just Like Us

We are constantly told that Islam is not the problem, that Arabs are just like us, with hotheads among them just like us, and that sensible, moderate Arabs are opposed to the extremism of their less moderate brothers. I agree with this. Arabs and Muslims are just like us. Consider:

 

 

Of course the Arab’s just like us

A tiny minus, tiny plus

But put us all on the same bus

And they are just like us

Like them we behead on YouTube

And burn down buildings at “Hey Rube!”

And stone a girl for showing boob

Yes they are just like us

Like us they stride the world of art

In science they’re a class apart

When eating goat they seldom fart

Yes they are just like us

We thank them for the aeroplane

And wondrous things like Novocain

All gifts of Arabs for no gain

Yes they are just like us

We’ve much to learn from MiddleEast

Civility is not the least

They look upon us as a beast

Yes they are just like us

 

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Waltradamus: The Middle East

Chaos rules the Middle East. Protests rise in anger to topple governments, while other governments topple protesters. The world of oil is aflame, and stark depression looms unless the weak West shows some unaccustomed backbone. In the United States, the power, the president seems strangely unmoved by events. In a world perceived as dark by many, Waltradamus, seer and chronicler of the future, reveals what is to come.

 

The oil rich kingdom topples down

The Pharaohs rise to grab the crown

The Medes perceive the time is ripe

The west men still believe the hype

 

Mushrooms grow in hardened sand

Pilgrims walk with naught in hand

Blinding flashes fill the night

Darkened eyes cry out for sight

 

Jobless men look hard for toil

Mobless men look hard for oil

Derricks blackened stand forlorn

Mothers weep for their first born

 

Strong men riding horses white

Promise ways to end the blight

Darkness darkness everywhere

Dawn will come but who will care

 

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Dusty Rooms

The welfare state created by Democrats sixty years ago is now coming apart at the bloated seams, and many wonder what happened to the dream of untold riches for all, courtesy of the nanny state. The golden days are gone, never to return, at least not for the foreseeable future, and we are left to wander through the dusty rooms of our minds, wondering where it all went.

 

 

I wander through the dusty room

My mind enclosed by distant past

Dark furniture lost in the gloom

Ghosts whispering it could not last

So bright the glow of golden days

When all we wanted seemed so near

We counted not the many ways

The end would come for things held dear

So rich we were that those in need

Were given riches beyond worth

To caution words we paid no heed

We all were kings at time of birth

‘Tis painful now to see the way

The world’s become such bitter ground

How once was here but could not stay

The golden time we thought we found

I wander through the dusty room

That is my youth now in decay

And weep for days in coming gloom

That once were here but could not stay

 

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