Nothing lasts forever. What cannot continue will not continue. Political philosophies are ephemeral, occasionally catching the tide of public approval, only to succumb to the inevitable decay into failure and irrelevance. The same winds of change that gave life to the current political philosophy now give life to its replacement. But that too shall pass, for the winds of change never cease to blow, and we can never know beforehand in which direction.

The winds of change are blowing

“Wear ship!” the Captain cries

As sailors race aloft the helm

Is thrown to catch the rise

Of ocean swells that batter hull

And force her head around

The lee shore looming in the mist

The surf a booming sound

Too late! The wind is rising now

To gale force and it knocks

The once great ship on beam ends

And then drives her on the rocks

To shatter all to pieces

Her proud timbers ripped and torn

And her masts and rigging tangled

In the surf where come the morn

Will be seen the wreck of folly

Cast up on the pebbled strand

Strewn along the highest tide line

As the winds of change demand

Detroit is becoming a ghost town. Outside Madrid an airport was built with runways and hangars designed for the giant Airbus A380, and the airport is now closed due to close to non-existent traffic. Chernobyl is abandoned, and many American cities are crumbling into disrepair. But this is the way of it. Cities rise and fall, civilizations rise and fall. Carthage has come and gone, Mycenae has come and gone, Troy has come and gone. And so shall we, in time, have come and gone. But there is always someone to take our place.

Archimedes’ Syracuse

The Greek Aegean states

Have long since ceased to pay their dues

There’s naught left on their plates

As well as Nineveh and Ur

Are gone and left behind

And in their stead I would aver

Came others of their kind

For cities come and cities go

Some live while others die

The why this is we do not know

We only wonder why

But life and death is surely part

Of Universe’s plan

When someone ends then others start

That is the way of man

The people of Europe have rejected the austerity plans put in place by the right of center in an effort to save them from the runaway debt and financial and cultural ruin the Left has left them with after three generations of socialism, by turning to the Left to save them from the very disease the Left has given them. Such is human nature. Like the Wildebeest, they know not what to do, so they do what they have always done, they run in circles, scream and shout.

We watch in awe the Wildebeest

In millions running every year

Across the plain in headlong flight

Driven by unyielding fear

That grass and water will not last

And so they must to highlands go

Across the wild unserried land

Into the wild run river flow

Where many die but some survive

To carry on the yearly flight

That is inbred in Wildebeest

Who act always the same from fright

And so it is with us as well

As crises rise with every sun

Like clockwork to bedevil man

And like the Wildebeest we run

Christopher Marlowe, English dramatist and poet, 1564-1593, a man much admired in his time, wrote the first four lines below, but I feel certain that had he known Obama he would have continued the poem as you see it here:

Come live with me and be my love

And we will all the pleasures prove

That valleys, groves, hills, and fields

Woods or steepy mountain yields

The pleasure that Obama takes

In fantasies of girlfriend fakes

And bowing before Arab kings

While kissing lovingly their rings

Yes come with me and be my love

And by the very stars above

We’ll grace the world with hope and change

Don’t eat the dog, he’s got the mange

A study was released recently that said people in the Red States, read Conservative Republicans, were fatter and less intelligent than people in the Blue States, read Progressive Democrats. What is more, the study affirmed that people in the Red States were mildly to seriously paranoid, while people in the Blue States were quite happy and serene. I spoke to a sobbing Conservative Republican Red Stater today, who wept bitter tears over his stupidity and obesity, which he blamed on Ronald Reagan, crying that if his parents hadn’t switched to the Republicans in 1980 he would not only be smarter but a lot thinner. I comforted him as best I could, but it was no use. He was in the grip of paranoia.

Yes there I was, he sobbed, a fatty

The kids all called me boombaladdy

I ran home crying to my daddy

Like me a red state hick

My schoolmates called me fatso dumbo

The lessons were all mumbo jumbo

And all I had to eat was gumbo

Enough to make me sick

My life is just one big disaster

My red state genes a brutal master

I’m heading for a blue state faster

Than you can shake a stick

And when I get there I’ll be smarter

With an organic veggie larder

With heroes like Al Gore and Carter

Hussein and Bill the Slick

Oh yes now that I’m smart I’m gonna

Walk down to the nearest cawnah

And join the brilliant Lefty fauna

That has us up the crick

Nancy Pelosi, the very embodiment of the Left as your lying momma, has again lied through her capped teeth, all the while smiling the rictus smile of the rhinoplasticked undead. What did she lie about? Nothing important. Lying is just the default position of the Democrat Left. They can’t help it, even when, as in this case, the record has been printed and the lie instantly perceived. But she doesn’t care. What did she lie about? She said she had never been briefed about the bin Laden take down operation, when she had been, and everyone knew she had been. Again, why did she lie about something she had no reason to lie about? Because that is what she does, that is what the Democrats do. It’s in their DNA. But at least it gave us a chance at a bumper sticker.

We know she lied and here’s the kicker

We’ll just print up a bumper sticker

Pelosi lied

Osama died

I wish we’d got the bastard quicker

Blue eyed blond Elizabeth Warren, Democrat running against Senator Scott Brown for the Massachusetts Senate seat that used to belong to the Kennedys, was admitted to Harvard Law School under its diversity program because she was Native American, even though it turns out she had not a drop of Indian blood in her entire system. In Australia, a couple of blue eyed blond men sued the government, claiming their right to be Aborigines if they wanted to be, thereby qualifying for government largesse, and the court ruled in their favor, saying that ethnicity has nothing to do with it, you are who you want to be. Who knew I could be Hiawatha if I wanted to be?

By the shores of Gitchie Gumee

By the shining Big Sea Water

Lived a maiden who said, Who me?

You say I’m a big chief’s daughter?

But I’m blond with sparkling blue eyes

Viking blood within me flowers

Yet you speak compelling true lies

So their blood is also ours

Trace my bloodlines through the prairies

Through the woodlands dark and dreary

Though my family bloodline varies

I can trace it though ‘tis weary

I am African because I

Know that in my bones I am one

Though I must reflect and pause I

Think that I could never scam one

I’m a Mongol, that’s the ticket

Golden Horde and made of felt yurts

Born on horseback in a thicket

Mama’s blood just laughs at felt hurts

Still in all whatever suits my

Ethnic wishes so I will be

Being blue eyed only moots my

Wish to get it while it’s still free

The Muslim Brotherhood, the new rulers of Egypt, have recently issued a religious observance, stating that men can have sex with their dead wives for up to six hours after their deaths. So much for enlightened Islam. On the other hand, maybe the wives would prefer it that way.

She looked so fair, just lying there

With lilies all around

And then they wheeled her to the field

And put her in the ground

But not before I’d one last score

So cold she was and still

Just like the past that seemed to last

And I had time to kill

NASA no longer looks to the stars, the country no longer dreams large dreams. The current generation in charge has no sense of history, no sense of the future beyond the release of the next model iPad. What is more, the current generation of iPad men look down on the men of daring, the men of dreams who preceded them.

I lived a hundred years ago

A hundred years and more

And so today I am to you

A running bleeding sore

A man with nothing on his mind

But food to stay alive

In darkened times of mindless life

Too stupid to survive

And yet how is it that today

Your iPad cultures seem

To know not God and more you have

Forgotten how to dream

We morons sailed adventured seas

And looked to distant stars

We conquered mountains, built a stair

To Venus and to Mars

We left to you a world of awe

Broad shoulders for your feet

To stand upon to reach the heights

We thought you would complete

The work begun when ancient man

First wondered what’s in store

Only to find you iPad men

Don’t wonder any more

Don’t look at stars and wonder how

The universe was made

And how the butterfly takes wing

Or why the flowers fade

You iPad men who know not aught

And think you know it all

Now spend your lives on facebook

Waiting for your cell phone call

The president of Maersk shipping lines gave a speech recently in which he said the Somali pirates are as nothing compared to the government lawyer pirates who have placed a much greater financial burden on shipping with thousands of pages of costly regulations than guys with cutlasses could ever do.

Far from the swelling ocean roar

Far from the teeming ocean shore

Behind the guarded office door

There sits a man a licensed whore

Who sees a ship and what is more

He sees the payday that’s in store

He writes the rules in lawyer lore

That forces shipping rates to soar

Bound for New York or for the Nore

Perhaps it’s pig iron for the Ruhr

He careth not for who it’s for

He careth not for at his core

He careth only for the war

He wages in the name of Gore

And proudly shows the wounds he bore

While in the pirate suit he wore