The Supreme Court has ruled that the Individual Mandate is a tax, and therefore constitutional. Put another way, the Court has ruled that Obama lied when he insisted it was not a tax.

Oh what a tangled web he’d weave

When first he practiced to deceive

By telling us ‘twas not a tax

But now the Court laid out the facts

That lying’s what Obama tried

To cover what he had to hide

So now the tortured middle class

Will have no option but to pass

Firm judgment on this lying lout

And come November toss him out

The European fantasy world, a product of Lefty hubris, is coming to its destined and predicted end. But it worked for a while. Europe was the world of sparkling wine and soaring rhetoric, all designed to convince the rubes that unelected Lefty bureaucrats in Brussels would turn arithmetic on its head, that markets and bond yields and soaring debt and public sector pensions and six week paid vacations meant nothing, that all that  mattered was good intentions. All would be well, the Lefty shamans and vote grafters insisted, especially since the United States was footing the defense bill and Germany was paying off the deficits run up by the Mediterranean countries whose economies were destroyed by the insane one currency fits all policy of the Lefty elites. And now it is coming to a close. But at least the Left had the power for a while, and that was the important thing.

From the frozen Arctic Circle

To the warm winds of the Med

From the plains of Eastern Europe

To the Channel they were led

By the shamans and the grifters

To the Land of Sparkling Wine

Where the straw was turned to gold and

Silver Fruit hung from the vine

To the Land of Full Employment

Where the State took every care

Just to see that all were happy

And no cupboard would be bare

And the people raised Colossus

To a height that ne’er was seen

Where the clouds formed at the navel

And the cloak was always green

For the Spring was always coming

Warming days and pleasant nights

And the people took the silver

And the gold as their just rights

And they builded them a Fortress

Lest Reality come forth

Letting ice and snow come flying

And the wind blow from the north

Yet the Fortress was assaulted

By the growing Winds of Fate

And in panic and in anger

People rushed upon the Gate

Thinking safety lay in walls that

Proved the merest wisps of straw

And Colossus shook and trembled

And in fear the people saw

That Colossus lay in shambles

Pieces strewn upon the plain

Where it lay for generations

Slowly rusting in the rain

As Greece voted to continue to take other people’s money and Spanish debt was rising to unsustainable heights, threatening to bring down the entire Eurozone, President of the European Commission Jose Manuel Barroso arrived at the G20 Summit in Mexico and instructed the assembled nations that he had not come to be lectured on economics. He did, however, expect the assembled nations to pony up money to save the Spanish banks, and thereby save the Euro, saying that not to do so would lead to the collapse of the European Union, and that, of course, would mean that he and the rest of the European Leftists would be out of cushy and very high paying jobs, and we wouldn’t want that, would we.

I come to you defiant, proud

No sign of hat in hand

To speak to this G20 crowd

In terms not base but grand

We come here to be lectured not

On matters a to zed

Or how our banks and credit got

So deeply in the red

We come to tell the world through you

We will accept, for free

Your money, which is, in our view

A gift from you to me

It’s in your interest that you save

Us from these parlous straits

For if you don’t then from the grave

We’ll pull you to your fates

So pony up, let’s see the dough

The moola and the cash

And if you don’t then you should know’

We might do something rash

Like bring the whole thing crashing down

The whole world now on dole

With cries of woe from every town

And death from pole to pole

Eric Holder, Obama’s racist, arrogant and criminal Attorney General, told a Congressional committee investigating the Holder Justice Department’s program of giving automatic weapons to Mexican drug cartel murderers, a program called Fast and Furious, that he was prepared to appear before them, but the committee had better beware of asking him questions about Fast and Furious, threatening a full blown constitutional crisis if they did. Someone has his back to make such a threat, and we know who that someone is.

“Fast and furious,” some would cry

But Holder, with a smile so sly

Says, “Never was a man so shy

A slow and cautious man am I.”

“We want those docs and want them now!”

And Holder says, “I’ll tell you how

But first you have to scrape and bow

If not there’ll be a first class row.”

“You’re hiding something!” someone screams

And Holder smiles and says, “It seems

That documents in many reams

Are offered by my Justice teams.”

The chastened moan, “Alas, alack,

We have to try another tack.”

And Holder says, “You got it, Jack,

The big man says he’s got my back.”

The Obama administration is incapable or unwilling to defend the interests of the United States against states that wish us harm. President Obama has sided with the radical left environmentalists in destroying the economy of the United States. He has placed our armed forces in a landlocked country with no way out, and in spite of all this, Obama is completely at peace with himself, completely convinced that he is the smartest guy in town, and that he is poised on the threshold of greatness. In a personal, wide ranging interview with President Obama in the Oval Office, late at night, no one in the darkened room but the two of us, he leaned close in a conspiratorial manner and whispered,

I’m poised on the threshold of greatness

I need but to step through the door

The women all love me completely

They lust just to be my amour

I was born to be somebody special

In Hilo or Kenya or such

I have a Messiah within me

And that is why I care so much

I speak and the birds think I’m singing

I walk on rose petals folks throw

I smile and the sun hides in envy

The seas and the atmosphere glow

The magic I’m blessed with is awesome

Impossible that I do wrong

The merest of words that I utter

Are turned instantly into song

I’m humbled to be in this office

Where great men have been here before

But none have been here on this threshold

Of greatness with me at the door

I thank you for coming this evening

Not often do I get the chance

To speak without screaming supporters

And women who just want to dance

And hold me real close to their bosoms

And fondle my shirt and my tie

I see that the nurses are calling

It’s time now to bid you goodbye

Two men and a woman set out on the perilous sea of European Union, trying mightily to save the Euro, save the Eurozone, save the dream of a unified socialist Europe that is rapidly crumbling around their ears. Merkel, Cameron and Hollande are their names, but we know them as Wynken, Blynken and Nod.

Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night

Set out in a wooden tub

To form them a perfect Union

Will it work? Ah there’s the rub

The Germans thought the Schlieffen plan

Would solve things overnight

But von Kluck turned before the Marne

A tragic oversight

Another try, this time with tanks

It worked fine at the start

At Stalingrad they had once more

Put horse behind the cart

But now the dream of Charlemagne

Of Europe in one house

With Germany the husband and

The others all a spouse

Frau Merkel with a twinkling eye

See her poll ratings spike

If she can pull it off this time

A new thousand year Reich

Obama’s senior campaign advisor David Axelrod, in an interview, said he was particularly concerned about protecting Eric Holder’s Justice Department from undue White House influence or pressure. He said he was building a firewall between Holder and himself. Does anyone believe this? I thought not. In architecture, a firewall has a rating, that is it can hold back the flames for a specified amount of time, say four hours. I think this is what we are looking at here. I believe both Holder’s and Axelrod’s firewalls have a fire rating of one hour.

A firewall of concrete block

Can hold the fire back

Thus giving time for all in peril

To rise up from the sack

And sprint for exits far and near

Escaping with one’s life

From all the knives and hatchet jobs

With which DC is rife

So Axelrod can build his wall

And Holder build his too

But when the flames get good and hot

They’ll find the point of view

Of those whose power is in play

Will tear that wall right down

And Axelrod and Holder both

Will cry, “This stinkin’ town!

Just don’t deserve a guy like me

We’re loyal to the core

And don’t deserve a goodbye kiss

While being shown the door.”

As of this writing, Obama has 16 million Twitter followers to half a million for Romney. Obama has 27 million Facebook followers to Romney’s 1.8 million. So how come Romney is leading in the polls? I spoke to a 12 year old young lady the other day, and she told me she loves Obama, she follows him on Facebook and Twitter. Maybe that’s the answer.

My best friend is my Smartphone

She said with dimpled smile

I talk to friends on Facebook

And Twitter all the while

I’m friendly with Obama

He sends me every day

A message or a greeting

And says that I can pay

Three dollars for a chance to

Meet Hollywood’s big stars

He says he’ll fill my dreams with

Big money and big cars

I sent him his three dollars

And that’s the last I heard

Of meeting mister Clooney

But he will keep his word

I know I’m so excited

Obama is so cool

I’d vote for him this minute

But I’ve got to get to school

The European Committee for Human Rights has demanded that someone, anyone, stop Syria and Assad from killing children and innocent civilians in the ongoing Syrian civil war. Normally, this would mean the United States, but we are unlikely to step into that quagmire. Nonetheless, someone must bell the Syrian cat. The question is, who?

Behind the baseboard, whispering low

The mice looked to their leader

Outside now prowling in the dark

Crept silently the feeder

Upon the gentle cheese eaters

Whose shaking voices trembled

On asking of the leading mouse

Just who the cat resembled

He looks a lot like boy Assad

Said Hillary real quiet

Though contradicted by The One

Who said I just don’t buy it

I know Assad and he would not

Be treating folks so beastly

And anyway, we cannot do

A thing, except that leastly

We may encourage someone to

Alert us to the presence

Of the cruel beast who’s stalking us

And killing all us peasants

Now I propose upon the cat

We place a bell that tinkles

Whenever he shall take a step

Just one of many wrinkles

That we may take to keep us safe

In this cruel world we live in

And let me say to all my troops

That we will never give in

To threats and even dirty looks

From people who detest us

So who will volunteer to bell

The cat who vows to best us

Behind the baseboard not a sound

Came from the mice assembled

For no one, not the low or high

A hero much resembled

The Afghan war is winding down, and since Pakistan has closed its roads to us, an ally of sorts, we are obliged to arrange for passage home through Central Asia, through Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan and Kazakhstan, to Europe and then home. Our ancestors once traveled this same route, when they left the horse lands of endless grass ofCentral Asia and made their way west until they ran into the Atlantic Ocean and could go no further. And there they stayed, building a civilization the like of which the world has never seen. That civilization is now, again, under attack from Islam, as it has been in the past, but the retreat from Afghanistan is seen by many as a repositioning of our forces for the battle ahead, a battle that can only result in the eradication of the Islamist threat forever.

Through Central Asia, ancient home

Of our Germanic tribes

The weary homeward wend their way

Their passage bought by bribes

To chieftains, aides and presidents

Whose lands through which we pass

The ancient horse land that we left

The land of seas of grass

Like Xenophon we march for home

And like the tribes of old

We follow rivers flowing west

We march though heat and cold

Except of course it’s different now

We’re loaded onto trains

And passing quickly through the night

We see not of the plains

That carried our ancestors west

Until they met the sea

And there they built the western world

That led to you and me

The you and me whose children now

Will carry on the fight

Against the Mahdi and his men

Until they see the light

The light that dims the nearest sun

And turns the night to day

But briefly ‘fore the dark returns

And life returns to clay