Monthly Archives: June 2011

The Unmailed Fist

There was a time the policy of every confident country was to show the enemy a mailed fist, and often just showing the fist was enough to persuade strutting peacocks to fold their tail feathers and walk quietly away. But the mailed fist is no longer the policy of the United States. The US State Department is filled top down with people who believe that war is not to be won but to be negotiated. State has said repeatedly that if you kill your enemies you then have no one to negotiate with. And so every time it looks like we are about to commit the unpardonable sin of winning, the State Department steps in and opens negotiations, letting the defeated enemy up off the mat. This is called nuanced diplomacy.

 

 

The State Department seems to think’

That blowing kisses makes foes blink

They sneer at thoughts of the mailed fist

And firmness never made the list

Our friends are ever treated thus

By being thrown under the bus

And enemies do not exist

Just friends whom we have not yet kissed

And mailed fists only have success

When mailed Fed Ex or UPS

 

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Science Fiction Magic

Many years ago Arthur C. Clarke, a science fiction writer, said a sufficiently advanced technology was indistinguishable from magic. And so it is. We live in a world that was only a plot line in the science fiction stories of the 50s and 60s. I read those stories and dreamed of the day I would see instant world-wide communications, space flight and all the magical technology those masters of the science fiction world envisioned.

 

 

I started reading sci fi 1950

The names of writers read are with me still

The stories and the settings were so nifty

That I will not forget and never will

With writers like Del Rey and C. M. Kornbluth

All fans of great good writing got their wish

They gave you all the battered, bruised and torn truth

And so did Fredric Brown and good James Blish

Leigh Brackett was no slouch, nor was Ted Sturgeon

And Alfred Bester set my hair on fire

The thrill of seeing guys like Pohl emergin’

They wrote great stuff of which I never tire

With Bradbury and Clarke and of course Heinlein

Their stories and their worlds will never fade

To pick one I would have to walk a fine line

These were the finest writers ever made

I read them all and gloried in the telling

Of Asimov’s lost worlds in blackest space

Where things I never dreamed seemed so compelling

And heroes bravely fought with wit and grace

 

 

The Little Man Upon The Stair

Anthony Weiner, Democrat congressman and pervert, remains in the news, principally because he won’t resign. And why should he? The propaganda arm of the Democrat party, also known as the mainstream media, are behind him one hundred percent, screaming in rage at the filthy conservatives who try to force their unwashed morality down the throats of their betters Chris Matthews, of MSNBC, told both of his viewers that the rubes are out to get the congressman, and will stop at nothing to do so. You see, Liberalism, now renamed Progressivism, is seen by its cult members to be the stairway to the stars, and they don’ like us stinkin’ proletariat usin’ their stair.

 

 

A little man with features fair

Came down as I climbed up the stair

We passed without a word or smile

And stretched behind him, single file

Came many women, many men

All looking crossly at me when

I stopped and asked why the display

Of rank disgust they threw my way

This man committed no great sin

They cried, and look the mess he’s in

And all because of unwashed proles

Like you who think your silly goals

Of decency and men who’re just

Are part of nature’s sacred trust

You backward people with your airs

How dare you climb upon our stairs

They stomped away, all fierce and grim

As single file they followed him

And disappeared, I know not where

One thing I know, it’s not their stair

 

 

If It’s Loyalty You Want, Buy A Dog

There is an old saying in Washington DC that if you want loyalty, buy a dog. With everyone turning against Democrat Congressman Anthony Weiner, he took that advice. But what did the dog think about it?

 

 

I liked it at the puppy farm

Had friends of every breed

They kept us fed and kept us warm

Had everything I need

Last week a goofy man appeared

A congressman, he said

He liked me much as I had feared

He smiled and shook his head

They put a leash around my neck

He led me to his car

I shrugged and said, well what the heck

It can’t be very far

I’ll run away first chance I get

Back to my buds and friends

The problem is I’m with him yet

This torture never ends

You see he bought me ‘cause he had

No other friends in town

And if I left he’d be so sad

That I had let him down

They say if loyalty you need

Then buy a dog like you

And I’m a weiner Dachshund breed

And dammit he is too

 

 

Insider Traitors

The Taliban and al Qaeda have successfully used the tactic of the Inside Attack. A Muslim jihadist gains the trust of the authorities and is permitted access to areas an untrusted Muslim would not be permitted to enter, and at the appropriate time opens fire or blows himself up, taking the hated infidel with him. We see it in Iraq, in Afghanistan, and at Fort Hood, among many others. But it isn’t only the Taliban and al Qaeda who are successfully using the tactic of the Inside Attack, it is happening right here, at home.

 

 

A man I know, a cheerful man

A man of circumspection

Looked lost in thought and downright glum

At least on first inspection

I asked why he seemed so upset

He shook his head so sadly

And said the world that he once knew

Was doing now so badly

We’re taking sides right now, he said

With all the guys who hate us

Our president is doing all

He can to help deflate us

He’s filled the White House to the brim

With Marxists and Jew haters

I fear the country’s stock is rigged

By these Insider Traitors

 

 

The Meaning Of Is

Anthony Weiner, Democrat, has just confessed, but before he confessed he tried to do a Bill Clinton by saying the pics could have been him or they could not have been him. It was all dependent on the meaning of the word “is”.

 

Websters: is – to be; combining form of is – equal, homogenous, uniform

 

 

Would be Clintons scorn the norm

When asking what is is

They speak of the combining form

While others think of ‘tis

When Weiner’s asked if picture’s his

He thinks “homogenous”

Combining form of the word “is”

There’s nothing dodginess

Or maybe thinks of “uniform”

Alike in thought or dress

When written out in cuneiform

It could be no or yes

We know for sure one thing is true

If “equal” is what’s meant

Then “is – to be” is meant for you

For him the words are bent

 

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Weinergate

Representative Anthony Weiner, Democrat, who for days has claimed he did not have Twitter with that woman, has now admitted he sent the dirty pictures of himself to that college girl, and others now are jumping in, claiming they too have received unwanted pictures of the goofy looking congressman. 

 

 

I’ve sent some stuff by Twitter

But so what, I’m not a quitter

We all know the women love the stuff I sent

They all love me in my shorts

Showing all including warts

That has now become a Weiner incident

Girls laugh when I do Twitter

But I’ve always loved a titter

And a hearty laugh just makes my day complete

When they see that it’s a Weiner

Then their interest’s that much keener

And so now you know just why it is I Tweet

 

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Arab Spring Has Sprung

The so-called Arab Street that cheered wildly when Mubarak was forced out by Obama, is now a bit more subdued as they realize the Arab Spring has sprung, and now appears to be teetering at the edge of a cliff. As of this writing Khaddafi is still in power, Assad is murdering his own people for daring to question his right to rule, and even Arabs know that changing one set of dictators for another set is not what they had hoped for. But that’s Obama. Hope and change seems always to morph into No hope and No change.

 

 

The Spring has sprung

The bells have rung

The people have quit cheering

Obama shrugs

He’s out of hugs

He’s no longer endearing

The Arabs see

That such as he

Is just a weak horse gelding

As the collapse

Calls for perhaps

Some riveting or welding

To keep intact

Obama’s pact

To topple all dictators

But now they know

It’s all for show

Obama’s small potaters

The Arab Spring

Was thought to bring

The end of the Israeli

But Obie ain’t

Their patron saint

And sure ain’t no Disraeli

 

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Let ‘Em Eat Cake

The demonstrations of the Arab Spring are driven in large part by the enormous increase in the price of wheat caused by world wide decreases in the amount of wheat coming to market due to drought and government decisions, like the insane decision by the US government, at the behest of the Kansas Agribusiness giant Archer Daniels Midland and the environmental lobby, to turn corn into gasoline, thereby causing much land that would have been planted in wheat to be planted in corn. And so poor people world wide, and not just in Arab lands, are deprived of bread, their principal source of food.

 

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If price of wheat now goes sky high

And bread that Arabs make

Now costs so much then they should try

To eat more chocolate cake

Or mayhap try a nice gateau

A cupcake would be nice

A jellyroll or just for show

A strudel filled with spice

It breaks my heart to hear them cry

And tears from me are wrung

To see they can no longer fry

Ataif cakes over dung

 

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Who Am I?

The French guy who assaulted the hotel maid in New York is reported to have demanded of the woman, when she resisted him, “Do you know who I am?” You see, he was and is a member of the liberal elite, one of our self styled betters, chosen by birth to rule us, and therefore entitled to whatever he wants, including the young women of the working class.

 

 

I can’t believe that you don’t know

Just who and what I am

I’m the guy who runs the show

On every mini-cam

My face is plastered far and wide

My words on every tongue

With lovely women by my side

We walk with pavements strung

With flower petals and with gold

And diamonds fall like dew

The hoi polloi do as they’re told

And yes I speak to you

So when you say that you don’t know

Just who I am and be

Your statements just enrage me so

You’re you, and I am me

 

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