The difference, so far as we know, between man and the other animals is that man is given to dreaming of the future. We remember the past and live in the present, and often the present stands in the way of the future. Still, we continue to dream golden dreams of a future that will never be.

Yes the past is here to stay

But the present’s in the way

Of that grand and golden future of our dreams

Gleaming cities on a hill

Old age vanished with a pill

No the future never comes or so it seems

When man first beheld the stars

He did dream that one day cars

Would propel him quickly to some sunlit shore

And one day when man has tamed

All the galaxies he’s named

He will close his eyes and dream of something more

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Senator McConnell wants to give Obama carte blanche on the debt ceiling, giving him sole power to raise it without consent or advice from Congress. If it happens, McConnell believes Obama will then own the debt, just like he owns the economy. I’m not so sure that’s a good idea, but who knows. It has been my position all along that the proper strategy for the Republicans is to educate the public on the dangers of the runaway deficits, but not to go mano a mano with the president in 2011, because the president has all the power, (just ask Newt Gingrich) and besides, he has the press on his side. Anything and everything that goes wrong, and the Dems will see to it that things will go wrong, will be blamed on the Republicans, and it will stick, and Obama will be re-elected in 2012. Better to play rope a dope and bring out the artillery in 2012. Obama will own the failed economy and the ballooning debt, and after Obama has been defeated for re-election, the new Republican president can, with control of both Houses, take steps to scale down the bloated bureaucracy and entitlements. Pick your fights when you know you will win, and that time is not now, for in this debt ceiling debate the president holds all the cards.

Sting like a butterfly, float like a bee

Take the impossible stance

Lay out the case for the public to see

Then let the prez struggle to dance

On the rope that he tied ‘round his very own neck

As the jobs and the polls sink him low

Just give him the rope and he’ll write his own check

And at noon on Jan 20 he’ll go

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Is there a difference between a conservative newspaper like Rupert Murdoch’s The News Of The World and Wikileaks? The NOTW invaded peoples’ privacy by hacking the phones of government officials, all in the interest of getting a story. Wikileaks, on the other hand, invaded the privacy of people by printing the private conversations of heads of state and other government officials, all in the interest of embarrassing and compromising the security of the United States. So why is Rupert Murdoch portrayed in the press as a villain and Julian Assange treated as a hero? The answer is Julian Assange is an America hating lefty and Murdoch is an America admiring conservative, so naturally, to the left wing press, Assange is a hero and Murdoch a villain.

I asked a friend, a liberal guy

Was one a journo, one a spy

It seemed to me that they were both the same

He smiled and said that’s just the way

In politics it is today

It’s how we lefties always play the game

You see, he said, with winning smile

We laugh at you for all the while

You think that life is just one big fair shake

But our side now is always right

While your side spends each sleepless night

Just wondering when you will catch a break

You’re always wrong in what you do

You’re wrong in thought and action too

We own the papers and the big TVs

We tell the people what to think

We tell them when to breathe and blink

And let me tell you, we are quite at ease

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News reports indicate China is now in financial trouble, and curiously enough, precisely the same trouble we are in, namely, a real estate bubble about to burst. It seems the Chinese economic miracle was driven by skyrocketing real estate prices, particularly the price of land. And now the top has been reached, and prices are tumbling as they always do. And amazingly enough, this is coming about without the help of Barney Frank, Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac. The French have a saying, Plus ca change, translated The more things change the more they remain the same. Ain’t it the truth?

Ain’t it strange

How plus ca change

And China’s now in trouble

No Fannie Mae

That’s what they say

So how come there’s a bubble

Is Barney Frank

The guy to thank

For selling them on housing

Drive up the price

No land for rice

And now they need de-lousing

And so it goes

The problem grows

Both China and in Stateside

But no one cares

Just say your prayers

O says we’ll catch the late tide

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Word has leaked out of Illinois, the United States version of North Korea, that Rod Blagojevich, the former Governor of Illinois, has been convicted, after a lengthy trial, of fraud for attempting to sell Obama’s Senate seat. And the reason he was convicted of fraud was because there was nothing in the seat.

Behold the seat! the Blago cried

So hardly ever used

The Senator in question voted

Present or Excused

The Senate seat for Illinois

Is mine, and it’s for sale

And don’t you fret your little head

I’ll never go to jail

And ‘cause that nerdy guy Hussein

Was never there to vote

The bidding starts and closes at

A clean, crisp five buck note

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The Australian government is preparing to kill tens of thousands of camels in order to save the Earth from global warming, claiming that camel farts are harming the environment. What hath Al Gore wrought? How much more absurd can the envirowhackos go in perpetuating this global warming nonsense that everyone else knows is a scam and a fraud? Think about it. If the environmental whackos are killing camels because they fart, what about cows? And if it comes to that, how much methane is being put into the air every day by 6 billion plus people?

So instead of goring oxen

It is camels being Gored

As the carbon Nazis try to save the Earth

From the flatulence of camels

Who just fart because they’re bored

And who’ve farted since the moment of their birth

But if shooting all the farters

Is the plan to cleanse the air

Then they’ve got to line us all against the wall

For we’ve all been known to loose one

So we really must be fair

If they’re gonna kill the farters, kill us all

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Obama, through incompetence or indifference, has hit on the only strategy possible for dealing with the peripheral Muslim terror states. Drone strikes but no boots on the ground. An arms-length strategy, designed to maintain the terror status quo until such time as conditions require we remove them with utmost prejudice.

Silent death from out the sky

One moment life, the next goodbye

Nation building is a curse

Brought on ourselves and what is worse

The nation being built from tribes

And clans, corruption, theft and bribes

Wants not at all to be like us

Prefers to live with scabs and pus

Leave them be, each boy and man

Iran, the Pak, Afghanistan

Close them down, remove the threat

And if they strike repay the debt

With deadly force a thousand fold

So generations will be told

That we don’t care what you may do

To those who look and think like you

But step across the sand drawn line

And worms will on your bodies dine

In meantime death from out the sky

Don’t raise your head or you will die

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In the Christian year 9, Publius Quintilius Varus led the XVII, XVIII and XIX Legions, accompanied by auxiliaries and women and children, through the Teutoburg Wald to winter quarters. Ambushed by German tribes led by Arminius, the Romans were annihilated. When he heard the news, Augustus cried, “Quintilius Varus, give me back my legions!” The Romans never again ventured north of the Rhine or Danube. Are we looking at the same thing? Have we, like the Romans, reached the high water mark of empire? Will withdrawal from Afghanistan and Iraq be the end of nation building, the end of engagement in the Muslim world? Will our policy no longer be forward leaning but reactive? I sure hope so.

Afghanistan is not a State

And they don’t really care

The tribe, the clan, all else they hate

They do not want us there

We pour in cash, we get guys killed

For nothing I can see

It matters not the roads we build

A country it won’t be

We tried to change the Islam world

To bring them up to snuff

And for our pains got rockets hurled

I say enough’s enough

Just let them stew in their own juice

And keep our powder dry

And if they turn their rockets loose

Just blow them all sky high

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We are again faced with the problem of what to do about the Greeks. Do we let them default? But if they do then the big banks in Europe, China and the US might well go under, with resulting chaos in the world economy. But aren’t those big banks too big to fail? Yes they are. Governments can’t let them fail because if they fail so will the governments and thus the taxpayers will always have to bail everybody out. But how do the banks feel about this, always at the government’s bidding, always being treated like children by loving parents who won’t let them fail? Do banks have feelings? Of course they do. They have tellers who tell you every day how difficult it is to be too big to fail, how difficult it is to always be at the beck and call of politicians who think nothing of putting shareholders and officers on the line for their political gain. I think the big banks are fed up with the whole rotten business and have a good mind to toss it all and show them they are NOT too big to fail. That’ll teach ‘em.

They said I was too big to fail

Too big to just go under

While politicians not in jail

Make blunder after blunder

Oh yes I’m at my master’s beck

I lend to those unable

To pay it back but what the heck

There’s stuff under the table

And so I go my merry way

Defaults are much too messy

We know the taxpayer will pay

So long’s the corpse still dressy

I’ve always wagged the big dog’s tail

For many years I hid it

And yes they say too big to fail

But I went ahead and did it

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The romance is over. Even the global warming scammers no longer believe their lies. They’re just going through the motions, still calling for an end to Western Civilization and a return to the eleventh century, but their cries are half-hearted, for they know no one takes them seriously any more. Too many lies, too many faked charts and graphs, too many released emails detailing the scam. Some years ago there was a song called Once More With Feeling, telling how it is when it’s all over. Second verse new lyrics.

Let’s try it one more time with feeling darlin’

Take it from the top

Let me feel those tears afallin’ girl

I don’t want to miss a single drop

Darlin’ make believe you’re makin’ me

Believe each word you say

Try it once more with feeling

And we’ll call it a day

We’ve had a real good run at brass rings darlin’

Now it’s time to stop

The folks all know it’s just a scam

So let’s quit while we’re still at the top

Carbon credits made us billions girl

They believed each word we say

We’ll try it once more with feeling

And we’ll call it a day

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