Yearly Archives: 2012

It Was Just A Neighborhood Dance

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Saudi Arabia has declared that if Iran gets the nuclear bomb they will immediately buy off the shelf nukes from Pakistan, and willmake funds available to their Sunni neighbors to nuke up as well. The Saudis believe they can dance their way to safety once Iran has a nuke by nuking up the neighborhood. But what tune will the band be playing as King Abdullah, accepting a bow from President Obama, steps to the microphone and sings that old 40s standard, Oh, What It Seemed To Be.

 

 

It was just a neighborhood dance

That’s all that it was

But oh what it seemed to be

It was like a trip to the stars

To Venus and Mars

‘Cause Pakistan’s in love with me

It was just a wedding of nukes

That’s all that it was

But oh what it seemed to be

It was just some nukes at the door

From our friends in Lahore

All Pakistan’s in love with me

And when I touched them, darling

They were more than just some nukes to me

They were the answer, darling

To some folks who’ll steal my oil from me

I won’t name the people I mean

I’m not into that scene

But they know just who these are for

So if they risk the chance

I am ready to dance

‘Cause Pakistan’s in love with me

 

 

The Inspector

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A few days ago, a school lunch inspector took a child’s lunch away and told her the lunch her mom packed for her did not meet Federal guidelines for school lunches and was therefore  unacceptable. The unguidelined object in question was a turkey sandwich, and the inspector then gave the child some presumably more wholesome and definitely more guideline acceptable chicken nuggets. This is where we are now, and it is frightening. The government is now your momma.

 

 

He said his name was Tony

But he had such shifty eyes

That I thought he was a phony

Till he took away my fries

Saying those things aren’t healthy

And your mom should be ashamed

And he looked into my lunchbox

And took out the things he named

As contrary to the FDA

And Michelle’s wishes as well

Like my momma’s Saltefleske

And a cod dish I can’t spell

My fried apples he could not decide

If they would pass the test

And so he ate them all and said

He thought that would be best

For fried apples had much sugar

And were fried in sizzling fat

Making them much too unhealthy

For a boy and that was that

Then he tossed my turnkey sandwich

Saying turkey too was banned

But it’s not the turkey that I mind

It’s the baloney I can’t stand

 

 

Politics By Other Means

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Clausewitz once described war as politics by other means. Lt. Col Daniel Davis, a serving officer, veteran of Desert Storm, Afghanistan and Iraq, recently concluded, after spending a year in Afghanistan to report on equipment, that the entire Afghan war as fought by the Obama administration by a fraud, driven by spin to make the president look good. Davis’s conclusions coincided with the conclusions of Anthony Cordesman, a respected military analyst and correspondent, who wrote that the Afghan war was being run on a political template, where the difficulties were glossed over and the small successes highlighted, with operations conducted with no apparent tangible goal. You may remember that the Democrats in Congress tried mightily to lose Bush’s Iraq war, believing that losing the war would result in Democrat election victories. And so it seems that wars, whether run by Republican presidents or Democrats, are considered by the Democrats to be not wars to be won, but elections to be won.

 

 

War was once just politics

We fought by other means

But now a war is just a play

Put on with shifting scenes

Where actors stand in shadowed light

And say each scripted word

While knowing that the words are false

Yet going with the herd

We once had Democrats who felt

That winning wars was right

But that has changed with Dems today

Who vow they will not fight

For God and country any more

No matter right the cause

Unless a Democrat’s in charge

And then they’ll briefly pause

To say the war’s a holy war

The good war we must win

And then they do as Dems will do

Send men to die for spin

That shows the president is skilled

And pure in heart and wise

All while the lapdog MSM

Feeds us the same old lies

 

 

Wrecking Ball

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Fifteen term Republican Congressman Dan Burton of Indiana has recently announced he will not run for re-election, saying he wanted to spend more time with his family. It turns out Burton’s decision was facilitated by a group called the Campaign for Primary Accountability, a group that thinks that long term incumbency is harmful to the proper governance of the United States, and tries to find challengers for long term incumbents, regardless of party, in the primaries. The driving force behind this effort is a wealthy Texas construction magnate named Leo Linbeck, who says he wants to take a wrecking ball to the unhealthy system where 99% of all incumbents are re-elected.

 

 

Incumbents may be hurtin’

If the case of Danny Burton

Doth presage the death of long term in the trough

All because a man named Leo

With amazing charm and brio

Has put fear of God in Dan and seen him off

It is long past time eliters

Who spend lifetimes as repeaters

Have to face the voters and to prove their worth

‘Stead of rich from hanky panky

And then getting old and cranky

Laying long in Congress ‘til they lay in earth

But now Leo has the answer

Like an old time gandy dancer

He just swings his hammer and the buzzards fall

Just a guy who’s in construction

Who’s just giving some instruction

On just how to swing that big old wrecking ball

 

 

The Afters And Befores

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The Pakistani government has recently confirmed that they were the target of an anthrax attack. Someone mailed anthrax spores to a major newspaper, much as anthrax spores were mailed to a US newspaper just days after 9/11, and the mailing in Pakistan was from a school, as were the anthrax attacks in the US to Congress and others just after 9/11 mailed from schools.  On top of that, all the anthrax came from a single laboratory strain. So what gives? Is there any connection, over ten years later, between the US anthrax attacks and the recent Pakistan one? Mysteries. What went before? And what came after?

 

 

Mysteries surround us

The anthrax and the spores

With questions that confound us

The afters and befores

 

 

A Youthful Love

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At the end of the day, and particularly this day, Valentine’s Day, when dusk is about to settle down, thoughts sometimes go to a youthful love, and we wonder where she is, and what she is doing. And sometimes, just sometimes, we see her again in our dreams.

 

 

I saw her yet again last night

As radiant as then

With flowing hair and red red lips

And eyes that whispered ‘when’

She smiled a smile that stopped my heart

I tried to speak but no

So long it’s been, why did we part?

I whispered please don’t go

Those golden days when we were young

And loved each other so

All gone, for us the song unsung

The why I’ll never know

She smiled again and turned away

I called but she was gone

I lay awake and prayed for day

Just hoping that the dawn

Would find me still in blessed sleep

To dream and dream again

Of flowing hair and red red lips

And eyes that whispered ‘when’

 

 

 

Address Unknown

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Pakistan has betrayed us for many years, taking our money and aiding the Taliban, taking our money and hiding bin Laden, professing undying loyalty while stabbing us in the back. All this is known to the State Department, yet they insist we must continue sending them money lest we lose influence with them.  I think we should send them the money, but to the wrong address, then the money would come back to us marked Address Unknown. I can just see the Pakistani Army chorus singing ‘Address Unknown’ by the Ink Spots (#1 on the charts week of 11 Nov 1939)

 

 

Address unknown, you asked where Osama abides

Address unknown, you ask where the Taliban hides

You were a fool to stay Afghanistan so long

You should have known there’d come a day when you’d be gone

Address unknown, oh how could you be so blind

Who’d think that you could think that we’d be so kind

As to be on your side with your arrogant pride

You may search never to find

Who has betrayed you

Address unknown

 

 

Apple Pie And Brotherhood

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The Muslim Brotherhood has assumed power in Egypt, gaining almost half the seats in the recent election. Crowds in Cairo demand the Army relinquish power, and Egypt stand now on the edge of the knife, between Islamist hardliners who will install an Islamist state with Islamist law, and a secular Army, who, while no angels, at least won’t be sworn enemies of the United States. The Muslim Brotherhood, on the other hand, and organization long named a terrorist organization, claims they are merely a political party, devoted to the concept of apple pie and motherhood.  

 

 

Apple pie and motherhood

Mean nothing to the Brotherhood

They have the power now and mean to stay

In power for a good long time

Because it’s been a long, hard climb

From where they were to where they are today

Mubarak looked at them askance

He never asked them once to dance

Always the bridesmaid, they were never kissed

In darkness with Mubarak there

They got only that mile long stare

But now he’s gone and never will be missed

Oh yes they have the power now

And at their feet the camels bow

The pyramids shine like the stars at night

The Nile with golden flecks will flow

And Cairo will be all aglow

Ablaze with Allah’s fierce and holy light

 

 

Tectonic Plates

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Time is always running out, time is always of the essence. Is time more precious to a leatherback turtle than it is to a Mayfly? Time, to man, comes in seventy year increments, with each believing that whatever needs be done must be done within that time frame. Will the American experiment end with a violent lurch to the left, as the populace votes for continued bread, circuses and free ice cream? Lord Macaulay, who knew something about holding the bridge against fearful odds, thought so, and so do I. The America I came of age in, post WW2 America, a man on the moon America, is gone, and will never again be. We can only do our best, but time, as usual, will tell the tale. But the question then reverts to the age old, What is time?

 

 

Time is not a passing stream

Of man and man’s events

All measured by our inner clock

In order to make sense

Tectonic plates move without cease

And seem to go so slow

We think of them in eons time

Yet how are we to know

For time is an illusion

Time is massless, tied to space

With different tempos, different times

For every different place

And so it is with man’s affairs

We see with childlike eyes

The passing seasons come and go

The stars glide through the skies

And still we think in lifetime terms

Believing all things last

Not knowing that the present

And the future are the past

The plates of history are swift

Like shadows on the wall

As ships of state once seen as great

Fly as before a squall

Dictators fall, dictators rise

Republics do as well

The plates of time decide the end

But what end? Who can tell?

 

 

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Decorated Lies

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Kodak is gone, filed for bankruptcy, and with it pensions and healthcare once promised in brighter times. And Kodak is not alone. The Federal government has promised so much to so many that it now finds itself about to go over the cliff. I met an old man a few days ago, a man who had lived a long life under the rule of the progressives, and he stopped sobbing long enough to tell me his sad tale. He cried again when he had finished and begged forgiveness. I told him it wasn’t entirely his fault and bought him a drink. Here is his tale, which I present in its lachrymose entirety.

 

I tell you I am mighty miffed

The Dems had promised me a gift

They said would make my life and day complete

They said I needn’t work at all

They’d rob rich Peter to pay Paul

And all I had to do was use my feet

To walk into the polls and vote

And somebody would hold my coat

While I pulled every lever they desired

I didn’t know when I said yes

That I would soon be in distress

I’ll tell you what went down and what transpired

At first it was a little thing

A very gentle quiet ping

Like temple bells so soft and so serene

None noticed FDR had set

In motion stuff that’s with us yet

That changed our stable course to crazed careen

I voted Dem for all those years

They played upon my basest fears

And I believed just every word they said

I needn’t work, I needn’t save

They’d take me cradle to the grave

I couldn’t see I was already dead

But I’ve awakened now at last

And while I can’t undo the past

At least I can tell others what I’ve found

The mommy state is just slow death

And we breathe now our dying breath

As socialism leaves us tied and bound

Unable to rise to our feet

In thrall yet to the Left elite

With coal black ravens picking at our eyes

And yet the lefties still insist

That those black clouds are just a mist

And future wonders will be no surprise

But what we see is death and debt

As printing presses scream and yet

The money loses value day by day

Our women say they want no kids

The Left makes piles of pyramids

With laws designed to take freedom away

I tell you if I had but known

What lay in store I would have thrown

A bomb or two before it was too late

But I believed their oily smiles

I did not see their evil wiles

And with my vote I sealed your frickin’ fate

Oh yes they told us things they knew

Would get the votes and then it grew

With each and every smile and crinkled eyes

And now too late for you and me

We finally get around to see

That what they sold were decorated lies

 

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