Islam has been licking its wounds since Lepanto and the gates of Vienna, and now sees its opportunity in the perceived weakness of the West. But they are wrong. The West is not weak, it is only temporarily indecisive, temporarily indulgent. As an elephant will ignore the ants biting its ankle only for so long, the West will, when it can ignore the ankle bites no longer, without further thought stamp out the ants.

Lepanto, Vienna, the Muslim tide surged

And dashed itself upon the rock

Of the Cross and the Crowns until Muslims were purged

From the lands of those they sought to mock

They were driven back unto their bare tribal lands

Where they sat and lamented their lot

Sitting round their campfires in the soft shifting sands

Beginning their thousand year plot

Revenge on their minds for the infidel race

But deep down inside they all knew

The West was too strong for a war face to face

And so they would wait one or two

Thousand years catching up to the strong Christian West

By buying and stealing our stuff

And so they rearmed and they gave it their best

Then saw it was never enough

They’ll always be backward ‘cause that’s who they are

Still they dream of the new Caliphate

Where they’ll be in charge in a time that’s not far

Another five centuries or eight

Europe is on the verge of collapse, both economically and spiritually. They have invited the Muslims in, and will soon turn the graves of their fathers over to them. Islam is and has always been a mortal threat to Western civilization, but Europe no longer sees or cares.

The Muslims faced stout Christian men

At Tour and Vienna’s gates

Lepanto saw the Crescent set

The Cruses held their own fates

In hands of rock and hearts of steel

And trusted they in their faith

But now the Cross is déclassé

A ghost, a far distant wraith

Adrift the Europe that once stood

Athwart all of time and space

Have given up their father’s graves

In false favor of the Grace

Bestowed on them by Mammon’s smile

And Brussels’ slick oily ways

And so the States that once were great

Have entered their final days

Hate speech is all the rage among the Left. They pass restrictions on Hate Speech on campuses, defining Hate Speech as anything that anyone says that offends someone, whether that offense is justified or not. But this is the way of the Left. They don’t mind committing Hate Speech themselves, they do it all the time. Yet why does the Left insist that saying something about Mohammed is Hate Speech yet an artist putting a crucifix in a bottle of his own urine is not? Why do Muslims get all worked up when a cartoonist draws attention to something risible about Islam? I believe it is because Muslims have a sense of inferiority, a sense of being second class, a sense of being left behind. If they were strong in their beliefs they wouldn’t care what anyone says about their god.

When faith is thin and fragile

And shatters by a word

One lives in fear of hearing

A thought that can’t be heard

But when one’s faith is solid

As boulders by the way

One cares not in the slightest

What others have to say

Ever notice how some politicians never seem to take a punch? Why are some so deft, so nimble, that nothing ever sticks? While others always get caught.  Maybe those who always get caught have feet of clay. And maybe those who sail through life never being caught out, never being humiliated by public scandal, also have feet of clay. Cassius Clay that is. Maybe that’s why some pols float like a butterfly.

To float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

One needs to have slick feet of Clay

We nimble pols don’t understand and can’t see

Why others are just not that way

We’re born as we are so we steal and we lie

We’ve done so since very first day

If honesty’s best we might give it a try

But meantime we’ve got feet of Clay

President Mohamed Morsi, legally elected, has announced he has assumed all power in Egypt, pretty much as another legally elected head of state, Adolf Hitler, assumed all power in Germany. The difference between them is that Hitler only called himself Fuhrer, or Leader, and Morsi no doubt thinks of himself as Pharaoh. And of course, as Pharaoh, Morsi will have his favorite gods by his side. My favorite Egyptian god is Re-Harakhty, Horus of the Horizon, so called because, as a falcon, he is seen every dawn soaring high over the hills, pretty much as Morsi intends to soar high over Egypt, no doubt with Obama’s blessing. But we shall see. The Egyptian army might have something to say about that. But then, that’s what everyone said about the German army.

Some gods were born, while others died

Like Jupiter and Seth

But Horus lives though many tried

To bring Harakhty’s death

But he in Morsi liveth still

At dawn he may be seen

Come soaring over nearby hill

His wings and flags bright green

A Pharaoh’s bird the falcon soars

Delighted to be free

As Morsi trods Egyptian shores

The lord of land and sea

The cease fire between Israel and the Muslim terrorist organization Hamas is a sham and everyone knows it. Hillary flew in, interrupting her wine tasting tour of Australia, and handed President Morsi of Egypt a bucket of money to call off his dogs and everyone smiled for the camera. Another triumph for the most incompetent, venal administration this country has ever seen. Israel knows the cease fire is just hudna, the Muslim tactic of calling for a truce so they can re-arm and reorganize. The rockets will fly again, and soon, and the whole thing starts again. But Israel knows the main enemy is Iran, and if Obama succeeds in helping Iran get the bomb, then Israel is faced with the choice of another six million dead Jews, or destroying the Middle East in a thermonuclear holocaust. Here is the cease fire as viewed by Israel.

Of Morsi’s ploy we’re well aware

Hamas will not sit in a chair

Cease fires last a day or two at most

And then the rockets fly again

And when that happens we will then

See to it that Hamas is turned to toast

The world we know and understand

Insists we give the Arabs land

And after that the peace will surely reign

But we know better and it’s clear

The world at large has much to fear

For when we’ve had enough we’ll inflict pain

Not just Hamas but Riyadh too

And Teheran to name a few

And when it comes there’s no one gets a pass

Iran prepares to kill us all

But when we choose to make the call

We’ll shove their false cease fires up their ass

In another brilliant example of smart diplomacy, the Obama administration has secured cease fire number 346 between Israel and its peaceful Arab neighbors, this time Hamas in Gaza, by the simple expedient of giving the Egyptians several overflowing buckets of money we don’t have, and by a wink and a nod permission for President Morsi to announce, the very next day, that he is now the Supreme Ruler of Egypt, subject to no laws and no restraints. Will Hamas abide by the cease fire? Of course they will. Barack and Hillary guarantee it. We shall see how this turns out. In the meantime, this appears to be the view from Egypt of the latest cease fire.

We thank you for the IMF

Unfortunate Hamas is deaf

But we will do our best to keep the peace

A billion here a billion there

We tell Hamas sit in a chair

Until we say that the cease fire cease

Our rockets now hit Tel Aviv

And soon all of Israeli grieve

For now we have cease fire put in place

But soon as all money’s collect

Is then a date we will select

And kill all Jews with Allah’s fulsome grace

And then all Arabs will rejoice

And dance and sing with happy voice

The Jew is dead and Allah weeps for joy

The day will come and coming soon

Perhaps today, another moon

The Jew will die each woman man and boy

The Bakers union would not accept the reasonable offer of the failing Hostess Baking Company, maker of Twinkies and Wonderbread, and so refused to return to work, thereby forcing Hostess to close its doors, putting 18,500 union workers out of work. And to make matters even more surreal, the union leaders claimed victory. Not that I have a Devil Dog in that fight, because I have never eaten a Twinkie in my life. I was fortunate to be born in an area served by the best snack cake baker in the world, Philadelphia’s Tasty Baking Company, the makers of Tastykakes and Tastypies.

To live a life and never try

A Tastykake or Tastypie

Is horrible to contemplate

And that is why I always ate

Cupcakes, Juniors, Krimpets too

From time of birth until I grew

Old enough to try the pies

And here is where I put you wise

Tastykakes, unlike the rest

Stand all alone, they are the best

THANKSGIVING 2012

Some time ago, Fourth of July

I thought Thanksgiving Day

Was distant so I did not try

To get out of the way

Of speeding days and speeding nights

That raced by all unseen

Then Labor Day of all the sights

And then came Hallowe’en

The days and months leapt over all

As what the heck I said

We’re at the end of one more Fall

The trees asleep, not dead

Bare branches on deciduous trees

The leaves piled up in drifts

The conifers just stay and freeze

And women think of gifts

And head out for the Christmas shops

Except, oh by the way

When wives and moms pull out the stops

On this Thanksgiving Day

Happy Thanksgiving

Paul Wolfowitz, a voice from the past, has said he believes the administration did all it could to protect the people in the Benghazi consulate. Yeah, right. Even now, two months later, we don’t know much more than we did the morning after the attack. Why was Wolfowitz blowing smoke? Certainly he is no longer a player in Washington politics. Why would the administration trot out a hardly remembered voice from the past? Did they honestly believe that the public would say, well if Wolfowitz says everything’s all right then it must be all right? Or maybe he really knows something, and that something is that the guys attacking the consulate worked for Hillary and the State Department, and they double-crossed us, to no one’s surprise, except possibly Hillary’s.

Wolfie Wolfie blowing smoke

Out his kiester, what a joke

White House doing all they can

Every woman, every man

Leaning forward, as they say

Hard at work in every way

Seeing that the good guys win

And good guys’ names begin with bin

And maybe I am paranoid

But whispered in my ear a boid

Who said the guys in turbans were

Our guys who called H. Clinton sir

And that is why no relief came

And that is why the silly game

Of telling us a film no less

About their god caused such distress

That killing us was justified

And so it’s not we haven’t tried

To rescue those in peril there

As Woflie says there was no prayer

Of doing anything that night

And so we all just sat real tight

‘Twas all so sad, Obama said

And that is why he went to bed