Five empires came to a sudden end during and at the end of WW1. Other empires die a bit more slowly. There is no standard way in which an empire dies. Some of them go along without a care until they suddenly fall off a cliff. Others die a lingering death. Falling off a cliff is what some are now projecting for the United States, an empire without the colonialism. All signs point to an imminent collapse, they say, and the United States will, in very short order, join the dodo, the Romans and the Assyrians in the dustbin of history. But even when an empire is no more, it is still felt, long after its death, in the words we use, the alphabet we use, the law we use, the very nature of the culture and history that surrounds us. So even if the doomsayers are right, and the United States empire goes over the cliff tomorrow, the United States will still be here, just as the Roman Empire is still here.

Do empires die a lingering death

Do they scratch and claw for every breath

Or do they suddenly collapse

The answer is, they do, perhaps

Phoenicia surely is no more

But what if they’d not gone before

How would our alphabet be seen

Would royal purple have been green

Was Gibbon wrong, Rome not decline

Collapse instead, would history’s line

Be any different than we know

Our culture, law, the answer’s ‘no’

Empires don’t completely die

Faint traces of them always lie

In language, customs, art and gods

In measure metric or in rods

Is Pericles alive today

Does Homer still have much to say

Is England still a living place

Her children still a living grace

America is England’s child

Born in a fury, young and wild

What will we leave when it is we

Who cut the vine and fell the tree

And leave this cold cruel world behind

For leave we shall, but you shall find

That no one ever fully dies

That every day the sun will rise

And what we’ve been and what we’ve done

Will last as long as there is sun

The Left is a vile, murderous ideology.  Stalin, Hitler, Mao, Pol Pot, they were all leftists. Leftists and murderers, along with such lesser leftist murderers as Castro and the Kim family of North Korea, who differed from the first four only in the number of the murdered.  And now they are in effective control of the United States.  They haven’t murdered anyone yet, they have not set up the camps yet, but that’s only because they do not yet have ultimate power. But they’re getting there, and if Obama is re-elected they will be one step closer. There is only one thing to do with the Left. Hurry them to sleep, to sleep the restless and unending sleep of eternal damnation. And if, perchance, they should awake, then drive a sharpened stake into their blackened hearts, for evil is never conquered, it is only silenced for the nonce.

The Left sleeps not, it has been said

They will not sleep until they’re dead

Until that time what we must do

Is fill our ranks with good men who

Will not back down in face of threats

Show no remorse and no regrets

At doing to the Left as they

Do unto others as they may

We must not cower, stand aside

And let the Leftist menace slide

And look away as they use force

To change the country and its course

To Lefty visions of the hell

That wait the ringing of the bell

Announcing that our freedom’s gone

And comes the darkness with no dawn

We must engage them to the death

We must fight on with every breath

The Left sleeps not, it has been said

They will not sleep until they’re dead

The United States, in the person of Hillary Clinton, Secretary of State, has told the government of Liberia that they must change their religious and cultural beliefs about homosexuality or lose financial aid.  Liberia has been our friend in Africa, and this is just another example of the Obama administration’s policy of embracing our enemies and spitting on our friends. And Hillary of all people, giving this ultimatum, Hillary Clinton, around whom the stories of her young female lover have never gone away. Well, maybe it takes one to know one. We’ll know those stories are true when her husband grows a beard. Verse-afire has come into possession of her speech to the homophobic Liberians.

Let’s get together all us guys

Come in and sit a spell

We’ll tell you and it’s no surprise

That we all wish you well

It’s just that we don’t like the way

You’re treating some poor folks

Who just because they’ve been born gay

They must endure the jokes

That sometimes turn to viciousness

And feelings do get hurt

Because of some maliciousness

And voices sometimes curt

So in the future our advice

To you is that you must

Be honor bound to treat them nice

Or you will lose our trust

We know this goes against the grain

Of centuries of trends

But think of all that you will gain

When you make gays your friends

For one thing you’ll be better dressed

Your dancing will improve

And you’ll be gay and not depressed

You’ll be right in the groove

As Sec of State I can attest

That gayness is the life

With Bill the beard, that’s been the best

Of being Billy’s wife

A liberal progressive moron comedian can say the vilest thing about a conservative woman and no one cares, and if a conservative complains, he is told to lighten up, it’s only comedy.  A liberal can say anything he wants to say, the viler the better, and no one responds in kind.  Why not?  Why doesn’t the right respond to liberals when liberals say the most vicious things about them?  It’s because conservatives believe in being civil, in not lowering themselves to the level of the Left.  But that is a losing proposition.  When you don’t respond in kind the general public, which has an IQ somewhere around room temperature, believes the lies are true.  Not responding is a loser’s game.

I met a man who said to hang

A murderer was not

A thing a civil man would do

Because ‘twould mean the pot

Would then be just the same as those

Foul kettles that we hate

And then he smiled and walked away

To meet his loser’s fate

A woman said to kill a child

Was worse than she could stand

Just thinking of it made her cry

But on the other hand

She felt it was a woman’s right

Despite her firm held views

To kill her child because she had

A woman’s right to choose

These people think they’re being fair

To not combat or fight

The leftist culture when it dares

To make a wrong a right

They’re not inclined to take a stand

No argument to state

And so they smile and walk away

To meet their loser’s fate

The time is fast approaching.  Israel will attack Iran before they get the bomb, but the Iranians have already nuked up with purchases from Pakistan and North Korea.  They are waiting only for the Israeli strike to uneash a defensive war the West, and the United States of Barack Obama, will see as wholly justified. Tel Aviv will be destroyed, but in return Iran will be no more as Israeli nuclear tipped missiles respond, the twelfth Imam remaining hidden out of fear for his life. The only question is, is this the end of the movie?

In the darkened space the empty seats

Seemed shadows in the gloom

While in the pitch black something stirred

In the projection room

A click, a whirr, and came to life

A far off silver screen

And fuzzy figures moved about

While playing out the scene

A swarthy man with sword held high

Swung hard a fearsome blow

Then grinning held the head up high

For all the world to show

In scratchy sound, the music bleak

Vast armies marched in time

While overhead the missiles raced

As crowds cheered on in mime

A mushroom cloud then filled the screen

The flash in black and white

As grinning figures flashed the sign

That they have won the fight

The movie stopped as broken film

Showed figures frozen fast

In postures set in concrete

For as long as time will last

As with a roar the empty seats

Were filled with rough debris

And buildings all around came down

As from the nearby sea

Israeli subs released their birds

Who flew both straight and true

And led the few survivors

To the Ark in two by two

In Dante’s Inferno, the ninth circle of hell is the last, the hell of traitors, who are encased, not in fire, but in ice. And who is more deserving of being encased in ice than the coolest guy in town?

Thus guided by the spirit mind

I left the circle eight behind

And there before me did I see

Foul traitors bound in misery

By chains of guilt and bonds of wrath

Accused of selling what they hath

Of trading in their country’s soul

Their torment racked as distant toll

Of somber bells announced the death

Of traitors who with dying breath

Cried out in horror and in shame

That they had only played the game

I watched as giants held aloft

A president, who crying soft

Was lowered into binding ice

And frozen solid in a trice

A sec of state stood on the ledge

As giants moved her to the edge

And weeping she was hurled below

As others took their place to go

I turned away as one by one

The traitors paid for what they’d done

Back through the circles I did pass

Through ice and fire, flame and gas

Emerging once again on land

Where good men deigned to make their stand

Where sun and gently falling rain

Again blessed this, our fruited plain

If Obama is re-elected, we will need to find a soft place to land, if at all possible, for he will have been re-elected to destroy the United States as it is and has been, destroyed in order to raise up a new country in his Marxist image, ruled by the radical Left, our freedoms gone, our country gone, perhaps forever.  If Obama is re-elected we will need to find a soft place to fall.

Are we still falling, three years in

Do we know really where we’ve been

Harking  to Obama’s siren call

We need a soft place to fall

We have been driven to the brink

No time to cry or even blink

He’s put us up against the wall

And we need a soft place to fall

This coming Fall will tell the tale

He wants our freedoms all to fail

His very shadow casts a pall

And we’ll need a soft place to fall

The world is in crisis, and we have an administration that has no clue as to what to do beyond kicking the can down the road in hopes something will turn up. The Middle East is about to blow itself up in a nuclear Armageddon, and we do nothing to prevent it. It was said post Sarajevo that the lamps burned late in the Chancelleries of Europe.  They burned late and then they went out for four years, never to be relit.  Five Empires perished during those four years, the Turkish, the Russian, the Austro-Hungarian, the German and the British, though the British Empire hung on for another war.  Fortunately, the lamps at Foggy Bottom are not, in the present crisis, burning late. Hillary, our best Secretary of State EVAH, never turned them on.

Oh my, she cried, just look at this

It’s such a lovely light!

Just see how bright and cheerful things now are

With Barack as our president

All things will turn out right

We’re fortunate to have a shining star

Who knows apologies will calm

The fiercest Muslim heart

And food will make the North Koreans smile

He leads not from the front because

He loves to play the part

Of team guy which he does with wit and style

Iran will soon nuke up and then

The holocaust begins

But what’s another million Jews or so

Compared to what we’ve done to others

Counting all our sins

We can’t complain if others hoe that row

We here at Foggy Bottom have

It all under control

Our lamps are on and things are looking bright

We’ve signaled to just everyone

That peace will be our goal

I’ll turn the lamps off now and say goodnight

Western Civilization has entered an era where the western world as we have known it for a thousand years may well disappear, to be replaced by something else, something as yet to be defined. We are, in fact, at a point often called A Hinge Of Fate. We cannot know which leaf of the hinge will be the one to move.  Hinges have pintles, and so the movement can go in either direction.  Should the hinge swing one way, the West will be preserved, though likely in a way that is different from the old, in the way that Europe, pre-Middle Ages was different from Europe post-Middle Ages.  And should the hinge swing the other way, then the modern West as we have known it is irrevocably gone, to be replaced with a modern something else. And right now it appears that the hinge may have already swung, and the West, unwilling to defend itself, will be returned to savagery and slavery.

The West, my friend, will never die

Said Cortes with a laugh

And brought the Aztec to the dust

And wrote their epitaph

The Zulu fought and fought quite well

The Dervish, said a wag

Would come to civ’lization

By the round end of a Krag

But then there was the science

And invention and the arts

And roads and rails and crops and law

Not seen in far off parts

The bag was mixed, as often is

The world as understood

And should the hinge swing ‘gainst us

Then our West is gone for good

Political Correctness is driving the world nuts.  In England, they have appointed a man in charge of education whose stated goal is to make all university degrees equal, that is a degree in hairdressing is equal to a degree in physics.  And yes, in England you can get a four year university degree in Beauty Spa Management. Feminists argue that abortion, for whatever reason, is a woman’s right because women are paid less than men, but that aborting, that is, killing unborn baby girls because the mother wanted a boy is wrong.  Why is one reason for abortion moral, while another reason for abortion immoral?  Why should a degree in hairdressing be the equal of a degree in aeronautical engineering?  Who decides these things?  These things are not so much decided as part of the collective wisdom of radicals now in charge of western civilization, and that collective wisdom is called Political Correctness.  And PC rules.

The world is nuts

No ifs or buts

It’s PC rules

For redneck fools

And races byed

So all are tied

Where brains all count

A like amount

And talent’s hid

At PC’s bid

So dorks won’t scream

At lost esteem

Where beauty’s lost

Because the cost

Of brilliance may

Bring into play

The wicked thought

That talent ought

Not be dispersed

To best and worst

Without regard

To working hard

To pay the price

To roll the dice

To get ahead

What’s right instead

Is all must share

We must be fair

And who shall see

These things will be?

Do not ask who

It won’t be you