Secretary of State Hillary Clinton is maneuvering to make the State Department the top dog in the Obama administration, replacing the Department of Defense in all things related to foreign policy. If she is successful, and she already has the willing acceptance of Obama and Valerie Jarrett, then no longer will the foreign policy of the United States be guided in any part by the strategic military interests of the United States. Foggy Bottom will have full and final say, and we know where that will lead. The State Department is full of career Arabists, who hate Israel and side with the Palestinians. And of course State believes that giving money to our enemies will make them love us.

 

 

Obama says when things be boggy

He hands it off to those at Foggy

And when he’s by the gonads got ‘em

That’s when he calls in those at Bottom

The problem is those Foggy people

Think piling money in a heap’ll

Cure the ills of those who hate us

And make them want to kiss and date us

 

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The so-called Arab Spring is in full swing, with demonstrators taking the streets to demand freedom, and the Obama administration actively pushing dictators friendly to the United States under the bus while cozying up to and kissing the behinds of Arab dictators in Iran and Syria who want us dead. Obama believes, and wishes heartily, that this time, with his help, those loathsome Jews and that loathsome little state of Israel will be eradicated from the face of the earth.

 

 

The Arab Spring

Will surely bring

Good fortune to Obama

Dictators dead

And in their stead

Adherents of Osama

But we can tell

That all is well

The Arabs love us all now

At Muezzin call

They’ll put us all

Up against the wall now

The Arab Spring

Will surely bring

Good fortune to Obama

As in Wright’s pews

Shouts “Kill the Jews!”

Bring smiles to O and Mama

 

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The Arab strategy is to make themselves so annoying that people will just give them what they want. This works only so far. At some point the elephant stomps on the ants biting his ankles. At the moment the muslims appear to be winning, Obama has just sided with the Palestinians by demanding that Israel commit suicide, but that won’t last. Ultimately, Iran will get the bomb, something will explode somewhere, and that will be the end of the Arabs for another thousand years. They aspire to return to the glories of the seventh century, and they will do so, though perhaps not so gloriously as they had hoped.

 

 

The dawning paints the night sky pink

With rose and amber hue

The red sun rising o’er the hills

Brings Israel in view

The dusty plain, the watered fields

The cities washed with light

The Arabs watching ‘cross the fence

Claim it is theirs by right

The rising sun climbs in the sky

As centrifuges spin

The Arabs talk in whispers ‘bout

The day they’ll loose the djinn

As sunset draws the curtain low

Obama chooses sides

And as the sky turns dusk from blue

The man on pale horse rides

The sun is down, the day has fled

And darkness rules the land

As man-made intermittent suns

Make glass from Arab sand

 

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To the mainstream media, there is a difference between Democrats and Republicans so vast that it requires different standards of reporting. In the case of sexual misconduct the media treats the story differently depending upon the party affiliation of the miscreant. Barney Frank’s live-in boyfriend ran a homosexual whore house out of Barney’s house, but the press just smiled. And we are all aware of the peccadilloes of the Kennedys, Bill Clinton and many others of a Democratic persuasion whose activities were covered by the press with a wink and a nod. But let a Republican slip off the reservation once, we never hear the end of it..

 

 

Bill Clinton was a scalawag

A charming, roguish imp

He lined the women ‘gainst the wall

And left them feeling limp

And JFK we will recall

Had White House full of whores

And laughed as we all chuckled at

His claim they’re just on tours

Now Lucy Mercer lived upstairs

But no one did object

The press protected FDR

By being circumspect

And everyone just shook their heads

And laughed and said that’s cool

When Wilbur Mills and Fanne Foxe

Jumped in the Tidal Pool

John Edwards, we all know that song

Ted Kennedy as well

The press would always look away

No story there to tell

Yet should a GOP guy try

The very self same thing

The headlines and the anchor screams

Would make the welkin ring

 

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The Pakistani government furiously insists it did not know bin Laden was living in the middle of the Pakistan Military Academy, does not know any Taliban and if it did it would arrest them, and so on. The Pakistani government deceives us at every turn, yet insists it is a faithful ally of the United States. For the moment we seem content to be deceived, but there will come the day when the web of deceit will be forcefully untangled.

 

 

Tangled webs be tangled still

The knots be tightly drawn

The tangler thinks that it’s his will

Not knowing that the dawn

Will soon come flooding in with light

The strands in bold relief

And he’ll not see another night

Despite his cold belief

That he is smarter much by far

Than those that he would spin

And when the door then stands ajar

And Death comes silent in

The room is filled with frightened screams

That he would not deceive

But tangled webs yield tangled dreams

And Death will never grieve

 

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It is revealed that al Qaeda is recruiting lonely young men and boys who spend their time playing computer games for suicide bombing missions, promising everlasting life, and presumably everlasting computer games. But the United States has drones, unmanned aerial vehicles, UAVs, that can detect suicide bombers at long range by infrared imaging that examines the heat radiated by the body to detect if explosives are being carried.

 

He sits there in his basement room

Doors closed, no sound, lights low

A ghostly figure in the gloom

Lit by computer glow

The figures on the screen are real

As real as life to him

The wounds he causes make him feel

That his life is less grim

The Imam smiles and becks him come

Join now the holy cause

March proudly with the jihad drum

Just put your game on pause

And join us in far Pakistan

A Holy Warrior be

Come join us son and be a man

And set the Ummah free

He closes down the infi Dell

And climbs the basement stairs

His life for Allah he will sell

Success to he who dares

In Pakistan he’s fitted for

A somewhat bulky vest

And told that he’s now in the war

And Allah needs his best

He smiles and shakes the Imam’s hand

He’s filled with jihad pride

lesAnd there in that wild far off land

Is where our warrior died

For unseen forces lay in wait

Not like his basement room

A UAV had sensed his fate

For some games end in doom

 

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The International Monetary Fund says that in just a few years the Chinese economy will be greater than the economy of the United States. Yeah, right, but that’s only if Obama is re-elected, for given four more years to destroy the country he just might be able to do it. Once the far lefties now inhabiting the White House are gone on 20 January 2013,, and replaced with patriotic grown-ups, things will start humming again.

 

 

Our economy is draggin’

Overtaken by the dragon

That was sleeping when old Marco Polo came

For five hundred years they struggled

Cold and hungry as they juggled

Flood and famine that would always win the game

Then United Stated decided

Far too long that we have bided

Both our time and money wasted on our own

So we went ahead with Nafta

And so now it seems we hafta

Import all we use ‘cause nothing’s US grown

But the IMF is wrong ‘cause

This is just another long pause

And the US will rebound to rightful place

You recall in nineteen eighties

All the savvy media fraidies

Said the world would have a smiling Japanese face

 

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Assad the son, ruler of the failed state of Syria, a doctor of ophthalmology, ruthlessly stamps out dissent, all the while dreaming grand dreams of a greater Syria destroying the vile little state of Israel. You would think an eye doctor would know when his eyes were bigger than his army has a stomach for.

 

 

The eye man sits me in a chair

And says what do you see

I squint and squirm and then I stare

Then say I see an E

He smiles and says it looks like one

It really is a U

And while clear vision you have none

You’re good to kill a Jew

They sent me to the Golan Heights

And told me to be still

Israeli creep up in the nights

And try to take our hill

While in Damascus Assad sits

And dreams of conquest grand

Of screaming jets and tank led blitz

All going well as planned

At dawn we marched right down the hill

So proud to be at war

Israeli lines seemed oh so still

We’ve seen this all before

And then a flash, a roar, a blast

As bombs and bullets fly

I shout and run, the die is cast

Our missiles fill the sky

Then brighter than the brightest sun

The flash, then mushroom clouds

And when they settled it was done

They’d stilled the cheering crowds

I stumbled home to dead Assad

To rubbled burnt out towns

Damascus gone as well Riyadh

No more the Arab crowns

Teheran now gone and in its wake

The Turk sweeps up the prize

All gone, all gone for Assad’s sake

He should have stuck to eyes

 

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Osama bin Laden is dead, his loathsome body food for crabs and worms. President Obama claims he is much against spiking the ball, but he continues his victory lap this week with a visit to the Intelligence guys who tracked him down. The president should know this is but Chapter One. Now comes Chapter Two in a two chapter book, and we shall see how Obama handles it.

 

 

With my big map of Pakistan

I tried to guess where ‘Sama ran

I tore a page and bore a hole

Upon the town that was his goal

And sure enough that very night

It proved to be that I was right

I tore a page and bore a hole

Yes Tora Bora ‘pon my soul

He never was in that damn cave

With ISI the slip he gave

And settled down to live his life

Content with his young nubile wife

Until the Seals the doorbell rang

The search was over with a bang

And so to Pak we bid goodbye

We pack our maps and with a sigh

We close the book on chapter one

Another chapter and we’re done

The ending is not hard to see

The book will close with victory

And Profs in future will declare

The Muslim world’s no longer there

 

 

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Lefty pundits and writers struggle furiously to convince the non-left majority that Barack Obama is still consequential, still in command, still the best president the country has ever had. They tell us he reads Thomas Friedman every day, and I have no doubt dozens of others do as well, but reading a lefty like Friedman is not the same as understanding the world and the United States and acting responsibly and in the best interests of the country. But I do agree that is essential that a president of the United States be consequential.

 

 

It surely is essential

That Barack be consequential

And serene and up to date at every turn

For the world to be his oyster

He must leave his White House cloister

And be seen to grow maturely and to learn

Yes I know he reads the masters

And has bigots for his pastors

And his ancestry is redder than his schemes

But it really doesn’t matter

For there’s nothing that is sadder

Than a man who can’t tell life from fevered dreams

 

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