In a late night conversation with Vice-President Joe Biden, President Obama mourned the time lost on campaigning that could be better spent solving the problems of the world.

 

There’s things to do, there’s lives to save

Green jobs to build and roads to pave

And here I am, Joe, pressed for time

I’m fighting fit, still in my prime

The Middle East is now aflame

It’s worse right now than when I came

It worries me, that Putin stare

Despite the fact I’ve kissed the bear

It’s Israel that I must watch

Yes, thank you Joe, I’ll have more scotch

This damn election’s in the way

Of things that I could do today

To make the world a better place

But no, I’ve got to run this race

It’s pander that and pander this

And crying babies I must kiss

And raising money at each stop

I tell ya, Joe, they make me hop

But first things first, I always say

And that is why I’m on my way

To campaign stops at break of dawn

And that is why, while I am gone

I look to you to solve the mess

The world is in, for I confess

That I’m too busy just right now

And Valerie will show you how

It’s over soon and then we’ll see

It’s golf time, Joe, just you and me

 

Except for the fact that they are part of the radical left wing culture that is destroying Western civilization, I have nothing against homosexuals of either gender. If they went quietly about their business of buggering each other I wouldn’t care what they did, but once it was safe to come out of the closet they started demanding stuff, like marriage and preferential treatment. Between radical feminists and radical homosexuals, the culture has been so debased as to be in danger of collapse at the first push from those who would kill us. The newest aircraft carrier, now building, will have no urinals in its toilet rooms, or in navy parlance, heads. How long before our heterosexual military males are ordered to pee sitting down? Don’t laugh. In Sweden such a law is being seriously considered. All of this I have taken in stride, but now the Gay Pride nancy boys have gone too far. They have stolen our comic book heroes. Superman and The Green Lantern are now openly gay.

 

Green Lantern gay? Aha, I always knew it!

The way he looked at Batman all the time

And Captain Midnight staying out all hours

Pretending he and Lantern fighting crime

The only superhero worth the reading

Was Captain Marvel dressed in red and white

Contending with that evil guy Sivana

And fighting hard for justice and the right

To live a life of tranquil ease and comfort

In this great land of toast and tea and jam

Where every man’s a hero to his boyfriend

And gayness is the meaning of Shazam!

 

The Obama administration is about to turn over the specs and data on our most secret missile shield rocket speeds to Russia in return for a promise by Russia to warn us when Iran is about to launch. By Obama’s lights this is a good deal, since it shows Russia and Putin we still love them, and showing our enemies we love them is basic to the Obama administration’s foreign policy. Verse-Afire has come upon a White House recording of a conversation in which Barack Obama muses aloud to Joe Biden about the missile shield deal with Russia and about life after high school.

 

I’ve got a little secret that I promised not to tell

But here’s a chance to work real hard for peace

We’ve got this missile shield defense

I promised not to sell

But Putin said he’d gladly sign a lease

It strengthens us because he said

That he would tell us when

Iran was leading up to some no good

But dammit Joe I hate to ask that damn Congress again

It seems my every act’s misunderstood

The Constitution’s in my way so bad I want to scream

The House is now the enemy’s front line

I’ve only got six months or less to realize my dream

Of taking over here and make it mine

When I got out of high school

I knew all there was to know

About my life and how it would turn out

I followed the prescription

That my mentors said would grow

Into great fame and fortune without doubt

It all came true as you well know, and here we are today

Two men as unalike as two could be

You sit here listening without a single word to say

And that is how a man like you should be

Subservient, a little dumb, and goofy too at times

Vice presidents are meant to act as foils

While I took flight with Ayers and Wright

Who helped with ladder climbs

While you just sit and watch while kettle boils

I’m king of all that I survey, and women show me love

My smile and face surround me as I move

The New York Times thinks I’ve been sent

By Gaia god above

And Joe, I feel I’ve nothing left to prove

I’m glad we’ve had this little talk, I treasure your advice

I’m giving Putin everything he wants

The data, specs, and all he needs, and Joe, I got my price

But you won’t understand ‘cause you’re a dunce

 

Another Western sponsored UN resolution to put sanctions on Syria has resulted in another Russian and Chinese veto. And so the slaughter of Syrian civilians continues. Syria is filled with minorities. Alawite Muslims, a distinct minority, have ruled Syria for over forty years, and if the Turkish and Saudi back Sunnis win the civil war every Alawite man, woman and child will be put to the sword. Syrian Christians, to the number of one hundred thousand will also be exterminated unless a safe haven is provided by European or American troops. Israel is ready for anything, and the region is about to explode. But what is the Russian angle to this? Why does Putin seem determined to see the Syrian civil war through to the end?

 

The sun comes up as the world turns

And watchers on surrounding hills

Look on in awe as Assad burns

And corpses count the daily kills

The Russkies seem to see no harm

In letting things play to the end

The Chinese too have bet the farm

That Western Will will shortly bend

And somehow Assad will be saved

And owe his life and crown to them

The road to oil rich land then paved

Perhaps that is the stratagem

If not what is the game they play

What’s in it for the Russian Bear

What profits China end of day

What is behind the Putin stare

A conflagration that ignites

The region so that all implodes

And legions then of Russian knights

Can sell to China tanker loads

It’s all so cynical a ploy

But maybe there is more than this

It could be mama Putin’s boy

Is puckering a goodbye kiss

 

Hillary Clinton, US Secretary of Deference, traveled recently to Egypt to beg Mohamed Morsi, the newly elected terrorist Muslim Brotherhood President of Egypt, to keep his word and rule democratically, all the while remaining a staunch and true friend of the United States.  She was pelted with tomatoes and shoes for her pains, causing her to hum that old Sinatra tune Can’t We Be Friends.

 

I took each word he said as gospel truth

The way a silly little child would.
I can’t excuse it on the grounds of youth,
I was no babe in the wild, wild wood.
He didn’t mean it,
I should have seen it,
but now it’s too late.

I thought I’d found the guy of my dreams,
now it seems,
this is how the story ends:
He’s gonna turn me down and say,
“We can’t be friends”
I thought for once it couldn’t go wrong,
not for long,
I can see the way this ends:
He’s gonna turn me down and say,
“We can’t be friends”
Why should I care though he gave me the air,
Why should I cry,
heave a sigh,
and wonder why,
and wonder why?
I thought I found a guy I could trust,
watta bust, this is how the story ends:
He’s gonna turn me down and say,
“We can’t be friends”

 

David Gelernter, a Professor of computer science at Yale, among many other accomplishments, has written a book called How Imperial Academia Dismantled Our Culture, in which he says that children are no longer taught there is such a thing as right or wrong or true or false, are taught to disdain facts, and are taught theories of history but no actual history. Children are taught that all cultures are equal, brilliant and nice, except the United States which is bigoted and evil. The other day I spoke to a student at an unnamed but prestigious university, and she said she’d heard of Gelernter’s book, but probably wouldn’t read it because she hated bigots.

 

It’s all so dumb, and stupid too

He’s just another bigot Jew

He thinks my school is wrong for what they teach

He thinks that facts are hard and fast

And history was made to last

And truth and falsehood are within our reach

I’ll tell him this and to his face

The US is a bitter place

Where bigots taunt and sneer at folks like me

And all because I’m not like them

I’m educated and a fem

Who likes a man to be more like Spike Lee

I hate those awful tea bag folks

I laugh at all the clever jokes

About them that I hear from TV guys

And all those whack job right wing nuts

Oh how I hate their rotten guts

I’d kill their kids and snicker at their cries

I’m not like them for I’ve been taught

To live my life without a thought

Of thinking I am better than the next

We’re all the children of one god

But Gaia’d surely think it odd

If I did not confess some leave me vexed

For bigotry is such a crime

And surely there has come the time

That bigots and their ilk are sent to die

In dungeons dark where you would think

That they would die from bigot stink

And now I must be off and say goodbye

My civics class is meeting soon

And though my teacher is a coon

He’s nice because he let’s us have our say

Despite the fact the Chinks and Spicks

And all the stupid redneck hicks

Keep folks like me from having our own way

 

Iran continues to bluster, threatening to do this to Israel, threatening to do that to the Great Satan, and all the while she is surrounded by American air bases and when they look into the Gulf they see giant aircraft carriers, not to mention the Israeli air force and Israeli subs with nuclear missiles. Why, in the face of instant annihilation, do they continue to threaten those who are capable of ending their lives in an instant? The answer is, they know Obama will not strike them, and they know Obama will prevent the Israelis from striking them.

 

To the East the land of Afghans

To the West lies small Kuwait

To the North and East are bases

Full of planes, at least to date

In the Gulf whose waters touch the

Shores of Teheran’s major ports

In the darkness through the water

Slips a Nemesis of sorts

US Armies on the borders

US ships upon the seas

US planes in close by bases

Waiting for the signaled squeeze

With Israeli nukes hair triggered

The stark view must drive them nuts

But Iran’s top guys are comfy

Knowing ‘Bama’s got no guts

 

The European Union is unraveling, as predicted, and soon will be no more. The European Left, after World War 2, decided to dismantle the system of European nation states created in 1648 by the Treaty of Westphalia after the Thirty Years War. Somehow the Lefty dream of a United Europe controlled by the Left failed in its promise to make for a better life for all. But the Left never sleeps, the Left never dies. They will be back, trying to convince the rubes that it failed because it wasn’t tried hard enough, that not enough money was spent, not enough debt run up, not enough corruption and micro-managing of economies by Lefty bureaucrats who insisted the amassed wisdom of centuries of commerce and economics was wrong.

 

There’s no disgrace in failure

We’re told as we grow up

For failure teaches that we

Should not ever slow up

Keep at it and don’t falter

And surely then success

Attends your every effort

How could you ask for less?

And yet we see the wells dry

The creeks refuse to rise

And portends of doom coming

Run brightly through the skies

And so what once was seen as

A holy work of man

Was only just another

Failed broken five year plan

 

President Obama, reflecting on the radiance of his argent being, describes, in all humility, what he would see in the mirror if he were someone or something else.

 

If I were a pol I would be like the Borgias

If I were a burger I would be a McGorgeous

If I were a king I would be a rich Saudi

If I were a dress I’d be spangled and gaudy

If I were a flower I’d be beauty but thorny

If I were Bill Clinton I’d be old but still horny

If I were a ship I would be the Titanic

If I were the iceberg it’s I who would panic

If I were a speech I’d be words bright and shiny

If I were a woods I would smell sweet and piney

If I were a mirror who sees my reflection

I’d tell him I view him with deepest affection

If I were a bird I’d fly higher than eagles

And if I were me I’d give votes to illegals

And if YOU were me you would know you are glory

And know that too soon is the end of the story