Polls now show Romney taking the lead both in the popular vote and in the electoral college. Not unexpected, but welcome nonetheless. Obama’s Marxist upbringing taught him that the past must be erased, that the present was an illusion, but that the future belonged to the Marxists, and he has governed in a way to ensure the destruction of the past as well as the future. Fortunately the public has not yet reached the tipping point where enough people were embedded in the Leftist slave plantation and depended entirely upon the government for their very existence that they provided enough votes to keep the Left in power forever. Obama will not realize his dream of destroying the United States, a dream implanted in him at an early age by his Marxist mother and communist father. Our childhood dreams of growing up in the greatest country that ever was is safe.

When I was but a child my dreams were never

Without a playful laugh, and without care

I knew it all would last somehow forever

I knew my parents always would be there

My teens I spent adrift like many others

With sports and girls and dances then my life

The neighborhood good guys were all my brothers

And from my sister’s friends I’d choose a wife

My youth was filled with plans of life tomorrow

It mattered not if dreams were small or great

Like most of us our dreams lead but to sorrow

For dreams are overtaken oft by fate

And fate brought us Obama and confusion

The past became a dream that never was

The present’s nothing but a sham illusion

The future surely comes but never does

And yet I cannot help but feel dejected

My childhood gone forever in the mist

The present isn’t like I had expected

And let me tell you brothers I am p****d

Obama and his crowd must be deported

To some blue state that loves this kind of slime

We’d all been better off were they aborted

But they’ll be gone quite soon and just in time

Our childhood dreams those scumbags tried to sever

To make us slaves and beggars to the State

But now they’re gone and gone for good forever

Thank God we wakened ‘fore it was too late

The Middle East, that region peopled by the adherents of the religion of peace, is fast approaching Armageddon. Al Qaeda is now fighting Assad in Syria with sophisticated weapons supplied by the Obama administration through Saudi Arabia and Qatar, and Assad is threatening to use poison gas on the rebels and on his own people. Iran is rapidly approaching the point where it can incinerate Israel with atomic bombs, and Egypt is now, thanks to the Obama administration, in the hands of the Muslim Brotherhood, a registered terrorist organization. The Middle East is about to blow up, and Obama and the West sit idly by, content to await developments.

Ah there I see my webbing thrums

Said the spider to the fly

And in the distance sounds of drums

And fear that I know why

I sense that something is amiss

For now my web is still

And so my friend I’ll tell you this

We have some time to kill

Before the drums finish their song

At which time we will know

Just who it is will say so long

And who is first to go

For there are those who play with death

While others still deny

And so quite soon to draw a breath

Means surely you will die

I care not all for those afar

The trembling fly did say

I beg you leave the door ajar

So I can fly away

The spider’s eyes then filled with tears

She said her nature’s fixed

So kill she must despite her fears

Despite her feelings mixed

You see your most unhappy fate’s

Not your fault in the least

For Allah’s set the mournful dates

It’s just the Middle East

The Obama administration has declared war on coal, with the stated objective of saving the planet by closing down all coal fired electric generation plants. They care not that a very sizeable percentage of the American electrical grid is supplied by coal fired plants, and shutting them down will mean less electricity for the rest of us, with resulting brownouts and spiking unemployment. It doesn’t matter to the radical environmentalists in charge of energy policy under Obama, the planet comes first, even though the planet is in no danger from anyone, being big enough to take care of itself. I spoke to an ardent environmentalist named Verdi the other day, and he was quite sanguine about the prospect of no electricity. He said he didn’t like the way his neighbors despoiled the earth by consuming huge amounts of coal fired generated electricity.

I have my new electric car

And solar panels too

And geo thermal is by far

The best that you can do

My bike I’ve fixed to generate

Electric power when

The Gaia whom we venerate

Gets mad at us and then

She shuts down all the power plants

And leaves us in the dark

And so you see it takes one glance

To see that it’s a lark

To live again as we once did

With sunlight as our guide

We didn’t have a power grid

And no one ever died

Because the hospitals were closed

No operating rooms

Back then it never was supposed

There’d be electric looms

To weave the cloth to make the shirts

To wear to work the fields

The spinning wheels were run by skirts

With low production yields

And yet the folks were happier

Much closer to the soil

Although their lives were crappier

They loved the life of toil

So that is why I want to close

The coal plants and rely

On wind and solar and who knows

I’ll watch my neighbors die

Barack Obama believes he has been anointed to reign over the American people, and is contemptuous of democratic values and the Constitution of the United States. He will not easily give up power. He believes in his heart of hearts that he is to the purple born.

In ancient Tyre a mollusk gave

A dye the royals prized

A purple dye became the fave

Of those whose super sized

Ambitions bade them dress in style

In Royal Purple robes

With ermine hems and collars while

Large earrings graced their lobes

And so it is with man today

Politicos it seems

Who have but inane things to say

And yet have handsome dreams

Of purple robes and ermine cloaks

And chariots of gold

The better then to awe the folks

Who shiver in the cold

And so it is with our Hussein

The common man he loathes

He sees himself a Royal Reign

In Royal Purple clothes

After the disastrous performance by the president in the first debate, which Romney won hands down, Obama stalwarts like Chris Rock and Andrew Sullivan cried bitter tears, and wondered out loud if their champion had just lost the election. Obama thought the debate was in the bag, but Romney took the debate and ran with it. The vice-president commiserates with the president on losing Chris Rock and Andrew Sullivan.

I tell you Joe, Obama said

They’ve got me feeling blue

So many states are turning red

I don’t know what to do

When friends like Chris Rock turn on us

And say Bin Laden’s skull

May not turn out to be a plus

Is something I must mull

Mull away, Joe Biden grinned

My take is we’re ahead

It’s all in how the tale is spinned

You killed Bin Laden dead

And single handed I might add

A throwdown to the mat

Enough to make Mitt Romney sad

We’ve got this stuff down pat

Sweet Andrew though, Obama sighed

Has let his courage flee

His faith in me has simply died

As far as I can see

If friends like these we cannot trust

To stand upright and tall

Then all our dreams will turn to dust

If we lose in the Fall

I know it looks grim right ‘bout now

But Joe, we must have faith

Or as sweet Andrew would allow

With Mitt we must keep paith

Why do I have the feeling we’ve been here before? It feels like 1914 again. Events spinning out of control and none with the wit nor will to stop the coming catastrophe. Iran and Israel on a hair trigger, China threatening Japan, Turkey and Syria trading blows, the entire Middle East in turmoil. It’s like watching a black and white slide show running backwards

The RMS Titanic sank

A hundred years ago

And now in climate drear and dank

The world begins to slow

And retrograde begin the slide

To times now dim and past

In spite of our hubris and pride

The film runs backward fast

Depression, war, and now the Turks

And can you spare a dime

The slide show races through the works

Of man’s most recent climb

From barbarism on a scale

Not seen for eons gone

Atrocities beyond the pale

Attacking with the dawn

From trenches filled with rotting men

We see them being dug

Then in a flash we see again

A liner and a tug

She’s heading for the Outer Bank

The film now running slow

And there the proud Titanic sank

A mere two years ago

In the last presidential debate Candy Crowley, a card carrying member of the Obama administration, television news division, stepped into the middle of an exchange about the Benghazi consulate attack in Libya between Governor Romney and President Obama, an exchange dangerous to the president. She interrupted Romney to say the president was right, he wasn’t, and that Romney was wrong, he wasn’t. The whole thing was obviously preplanned and rehearsed, since it centered around a remark made by the president in an obscure Rose Garden speech a month earlier. Is it credible Crowley remembered this remark? I doubt it. It is more likely the whole thing was set up between the Obama campaign and Crowley in the probable event the Benghazi consulate attack came up. One wonders why the Republicans agree to these debates with Democrat moderators who put their thumbs on the scale and actively try their best to make the Democrat look good and the Republican look bad. The only saving grace is that the days of the leftist media are clearly over.

Cry, screech, moan or wail

The thumb’s on the scale

The press intervenes for their man

They jigger the news

And suppress the views

Of those whom they hate ‘cause they can

They smile the quick smile

Of hate all the while

Insisting they’re fairer than that

To choirs they sing

And every day bring

New paper to spread for the cat

They clearly see death

With each lying breath

Of printed and well spoken lies

Their readership’s down

In red ink they drown

And fear lies in back of their eyes

Civility is a one way street. Democrats can say any vile thing they wish to say and never be called on it, while Republicans live in constant fear of crossing the Rubicon into Democrat style incivility and being pounded unmercifully for weeks on end by the Democrat media mouthpieces. But there are those who say that Romney must cross that Rubicon and respond to Democrat lies and incivility in like manner. There are others, though, who counsel caution, the Rubicon is too deep, too treacherous. Better to remain above it all.

The Rubicon was not as wide

As the chasm of his mind

A babbling brook from side to side

Its margins flower lined

To Romney though the little brook

Is one he must not cross

The same default line McCain took

The same that leads to loss

To Democrats the gentle stream

Is not a sharp divide

Between civility and scream

Their hatefulness to hide

And so it’s clear that Romney must

If mantle he would don

With honest words and people’s trust

Cross o’er the Rubicon

So Hillary took the fall and fell on her sword for Obama, declaring, in the face of all evidence to the contrary, that she was responsible for the lack of security at the Benghazi consulate that took the lives of our ambassador to Libya and three other Americans. One wonders what inducement Obama made to the Secretary of State to induce her to absolve Obama from blame? For starters, it’s a win-win for Hillary. If Obama loses the election nothing she says now will matter in the slightest. But if he happens to win, then there’s a payoff. And what could that payoff be? A nomination to the Supreme Court? The Democratic nomination for president in 2016? My guess is Hillary is aiming for the top, and the top is the presidency, and being a Clinton, if only by bogus marriage, she believes the White House is hers by right of inheritance.

How gallantly she got on board

She took the blame, and badly gored

She fell upon Obama’s sword

She looks to sweet sixteen

A Clinton, she felt the first prize

Was hers to have despite the lies

We win this year was her surmise

And then there’s sweet sixteen

The nomination’s hers by right

By acclamation, without fight

The presidency within sight

And all in sweet sixteen

And so she climbs aboard the bus

And smiling says what‘s all the fuss

The blame for everything’s on us

And on to sweet sixteen

To the horror of the print media people, it has emerged that few people today actually read a newspaper. Young people today are especially confident in their ability to function while completely ignorant of all about them. I spoke to a young woman today, and she seemed quite assured that she knew all there was to know about everything she needed to make her life happy and complete.

I never watch the news or read the papers

She smiled and shook her radiant blonde hair

It’s just a constant stream of crime and rapers

It got so that I just no longer care

I have my friends on Facebook who inform me

Of things that will not complicate my life

Like whose relationships are hot and stormy

And which of my old friends has left his wife

I have no time for politics or world news

That stuff is boring and is quite old hat

I have a friend who’s up to date on world views

But he became a bore and that was that

I know there’s an election in November

Although I’m not so sure about the date

They had one long ago if I remember

But boring stuff like that does not relate

I think I heard a war somewhere or other

Is ending soon but maybe I misheard

I have a friend who got it from her brother

We aren’t sure of that but that’s the word

A friend said polls say Romney’s badly losing

I don’t know who he is but that’s a shame

I don’t know why they want us to be choosing

I’m sure they’re both fine men, it’s just a game

It doesn’t matter who wins the election

My life won’t change and that is why I say

I don’t think I’ll be making a selection

It’s boring and I must be on my way

I watched her walk away her fine hips swinging

I watched the sunlight sparkle on her hair

Her lips moved and I knew that she was singing

A lovely girl, and one without a care