Jesse Jackson Jr. a Democrat congressman from somewhere, and the son of the Reverend Jesse Jackson,. is now urging President Obama to go outside the Constitution and rule by decree from the White House. No more Congress for Jackson Jr. No more rule of law, no more icky Constitution standing in the way of liberal progress. No sir. Like his old man, Jesse Jr. is as dumb as a busload of Black Caucus leaders.

Jackson, Jackson, father, son

Not a clue in either one

Little children with a gun

We smirk and scoff and laugh

Dictator is what they want

Kill the white man to be blunt

We laugh and think it’s just a stunt

They’re just too dumb by half

Obama likes what Junior says

A dictator is more than prez

He sees himself in Muslim fez

And that’s our epitaph

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Well, it’s Hallowe’en, and a perfect spot for a post about zombies. I refer, of course, to the zombies who vote for Omama. Obama will not be as easy to beat in 2012 as a lot of us would like to think. He still has the zombie vote, the living dead, people who don’t know and don’t care about anything except that their government check keeps coming. And that Obama will promise to do. I saw one of Obama’s zombies just the other evening, shambling along, stoop shouldered, eyes averted.

I saw him by the roadside ditch

At dusk before the stars came out

He spoke in some dark whisp’ring pitch

A silent scream, a stifled shout

I loved Him so, a muffled sob

So cool, so hip, so very grand

But now I’m looking for a job

It’s not His fault, I know his hand

Is stretching out to help me grow

He does his best, but there are those

Who want to turn this good man low

And harm the very ones he chose

To join with Him in every way

To lift this country, to exalt

Yet look at us this very day

It’s Bush’s debt that is at fault

I murmured something in his ear

He turned, a tear, a sniffled cough

The truth, I saw, he would not hear

And zombie-like he shambled off

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Occupy Wall Street has captured the imagination of the liberal media, who just adore violent lefty crowds, love their energy, their purpose, love the fun, the drums, the stink, the girls. Not to put too fine a point on it, radical leftist crowds demanding the destruction of the United States has a certain charm for the liberal media.

Action News is on the job!

We’re televising now the mob

You see before you as we speak

The signs, the shouts, it leaves me weak

To see the courage of these youths

A hundred thousand John Wilkes Booths

There go the storefronts, smashed to bits

The clubs, the fists, the brutal hits

The cars alight! The blazes fierce

The shots, the screams as rockets pierce

The upper floors of buildings grand

The Guard can’t gain the upper hand

It’s all a mess! The flags are out!

The White House Now! the youths all shout!

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And so we leave you with the thought

That while the times are clearly fraught

With danger, we must not abuse

The mob. Goodnight from Action News

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Global trade, global commerce. The world is connected with living threads of ships and planes and trucks, bringing the goods and services of the world to every corner of the globe. Globalization is the name given to this phenomenon, a phenomenon we now take for granted. But there would be no globalization were there not at least some idea of the globe’s size and nature. Some twenty-two hundred years ago a Greek mathematician accurately calculated the circumference of the earth, and things haven’t been the same since.

It happened many years ago

Though not so long as these things go

All right it happened back in the BCs

A Greek guy undertook the charge

Of measuring the earth at large

A man whose name was Eratosthenes

It happened that a traveling man

Told our hero that one can

While peering down a well in old Syene

See to the bottom on the day

The sun doth crosseth on its way

A line that girds the earth but can’t be seen

Old Era stood there thunderstruck

For now he knew, a piece of luck

How he could calculate the earth’s true girth

He knew it wouldn’t be so quick

He only had a shadow-stick

But bye and bye he measured out the earth

Now traveling men could surely know

Just how far they had to go

Whenever they set out to go somewhere

And lately men would come to see

That getting stuff for you and me

Required shipping lanes and traveled air

So if you think not knowing what

The earth looks like is something that

Makes not a bit of difference after all

Then think of what our world would be

If our backyard is all we see

We’re lucky God made our fair earth a ball

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One of the centerpieces of the Obama Health Care Program is a little thing called CLASS, the Community Living And Services Support program. CLASS was the brainchild of Senator Ted Kennedy, and was designed to be voluntary, with monthly premiums paid in by young people. But of course it was never implemented, and was never intended to be. So even though it was never implemented, the imaginary premiums that were to be paid in but do not exist still count as income in the Federal budget so long as the law is on the books. The sole purpose of CLASS was to make Obamacare look like it would save money to enable the Dems to vote for it. Teddy was a genius. The logic is irrefutable. If you create a program that will theoretically save 80 billion dollars and you don’t implement it, then you have reduced the debt by 80 billion dollars. And if it does get implemented and nobody voluntarily pays into the system, then our grandkids will have to pay for it. Pure genius.

Well Teddy was a leprechaun

A pot of gold on every lawn

Though when you look it’s always gone

Just some more sleight of hand

With faeries dancing in the mist

The bureaucrats prepare their list

We’re saving billions they insist

Just join the piper band

No one pays in, but that’s okay

We’ll put that off another day

Our innocent grandkids will pay

That’s how the whole thing’s planned

It matters not that we’re in debt

Or how deep in the hole we get

There ain’t a lefty we have met

Who won’t think this is grand

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It has been said that a university is Plato sitting on one end of a log and a student on the other. But what if the student has a laptop? And what if Plato is a card carrying member of the teachers union? And has the log been certified as being from a non-endangered species of tree?

Ah then, said Plato, looking firm

Decline the verb to be

The student, puzzled, looked about

But nowhere did he see

A way around the question that

His tutor thus had posed

For he could answer not because

His laptop it was closed

For union rules required both

Of them to idly sit

‘Twas clear that both infinitives

And logs were meant to split

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In 2012 we will elect a Wizard to lead us; perhaps the same Wizard we have now, perhaps a different Wizard, but a Wizard we will elect, in the belief that the Wizard will cure all ills and solve all besetments. The Wizard will gaze wistfully at the stars, and wonder why they do not speak to him.

Against the dark forbidding sky

Competing with the distant stars

The flick’ring yellow tower light

Aligns with red ascendant Mars

The Wizard, lonely and unseen

Is hard at work, his spells uncast

While in the tower minions toil

To craft new versions of the past

The Wizard takes no company

His life is hard, his pleasures few

He sits alone in tower high

Entranced by his own brilliant view

Unseen by those inside the walls

Unfelt the tremors grow apace

Until the tower stone by stone

Disintegrates, and in its place

Another tower climbs the sky

Another treads the cold stone stair

To gaze at stars beyond his grasp

And never know they do not care

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YouTube has a lot of very funny Hitler take-offs, and while funny, make no pretense of being true, nor is it expected that anyone would think they were true. Verse-afire, however, is pleased to reproduce a true account of a Hitler interview with Josef Goebbels, the Propaganda Minister, deep in the Fuhrer Bunker in Berlin as the Russians closed in. The following is an excerpt from the Hitler diaries, May 1945, discovered by Verse-afire at a yard sale.

How did it come to this, my friend?

We had our fun though, did we not?

The country that we had to mend

The Reds and homos we had shot

Remember how we crushed poor France

Across the Meuse and to the sea

And then the Eiffel Tower dance?

Such fun, such joy to laugh and see

And Stalin, he was so afraid

He trembled at the thought that I

Would send my panzers to invade

That filthy land, that great pig sty

The English too, were on the ropes

My U-boats sank their ships at will

‘Til they were down to prayers and hopes

Just sitting waiting for the kill

Ah, Josef, where did we go wrong?

How did we let them off the hook?

This war has gone on much too long

The maps, I’m too afraid to look

Surrounded, Josef, east and west

By Yanks and Brits and Commies too

By God, I did my very best

It’s time we just said toodle-oo

It is often said that only the good die young, but I don’t think that’s true. I never intentionally hurt anyone in my entire life, and I’m as old as dirt and still kicking. My life abounds in good works. When I was a boy scout I helped old ladies across the street, even when they didn’t want to go. So I reject the notion that we good guys are necessarily, by providential decree, doomed to an early departure time.

The flower strewn Elysian fields

Where heroes go to play

Seem not to have the yearly yields

They had once in their day

The fields are bare, the flowers gone

Soft winds no longer blow

No longer birds announce the dawn

No more the golden glow

That once enrapt the hero’s face

That maidens found so pure

Is gone for good, and now the race

Is for the old, for sure

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Hank Williams Jr. has been fired by ESPN for words he used on another television show. Hank says he wasn’t fired, he quit. The Obama media seizes on even tangential references to demonize the knuckle dragging right. Did Hank Williams Jr call Obama Hitler? No he didn’t. But he used the word Hitler in the same group of sentences in which he used the word Obama, and so that was enough. It matters not that the Left routinely called President G. W. Bush Hitler. That’s allowable, because everyone knows it was the truth. I asked a liberal friend if Obama was Hitler, and he replied indignantly.

He ain’t no Hitler, ain’t no fuhrer

O’s a healer, the country’s curer

A sainted man, he ain’t no Stalin

Can’t say as much for Sarah Palin

He’s not Pol Pot, nor any other

Of guys like that, he’s just a brother

Who takes care of his friends and cronies

Not like them other Repub phonies

No he ain’t Hitler, but in a while

Next term I ‘spect you all to Heil

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