Goodbye, Emmylou Harris

The world is changing, the culture is shifting, possibly in ways we cannot as yet understand. Nonetheless, it is time to say goodbye to Liberalism, the nanny state, the New York Times and Barack Obama. To the tune of Goodbye, a long time Democrat voter gives up on Obama and the New York Times. With new lyrics by Verse-afire.

I remember, holding on to you

Holding on, my whole life through

Yes I know, sometimes you made me cry

But I can’t remember if we said goodbye

And I recall when the sky was the purest blue

And the words that you said were true

At least so you said

And I recall all the weird things you used to do

When the world was there just for you

And now you’re put to bed

I will miss you, every now and then

And I hope we’ll not see you again

And sometimes I break down and cry

‘Cause I waited too long to say goodbye

Yes I waited too long to say goodbye

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Muslims are driving Christians out of the Middle East, out of lands they lived in for hundreds and thousands of years before there was an Islam. The Copts of Egypt are being persecuted by the newly empowered Muslim Brotherhood, the Druze are being evicted from Lebanon, and Christians are being driven out of Iraq, a country the United States spent blood and treasure setting free from the Sunni tyrant Saddam Hussein only to find the country now ruled by Shi’a tyrants. An entire group of people are being driven from their ancestral homes, leaving behind their ancestors to lie in hostile land.

The land our fathers tilled

The land our children filled

With children of their own who laughed and sang

Beneath the soft blue sky

And never wondered why

The church bells that we knew no longer rang

From citizens at birth

With families and hearth

We walk the long dark trail to other lands

Our dead are left to stay

In earth wherein they lay

Forever in a stranger’s burning sands

We look up at the stars

And think of all the scars

Our Christian faith has caused to come our way

The Maronites and Druze

The Copts who thought to choose

Our fathers’ God when we knelt down to pray

But we shall find a home

With fertile, watered loam

A home that says come stay and rest awhile

In meantime we shall pack

Our things upon our back

And say goodbye and walk out single file

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President Obama believes he has the situation well in hand, that the cacophony of sound emanating from the Middle East can be turned to soothing music when he steps to the podium, bows to the audience, and raises his baton.

It’s Assad day in the Middle East

When guys can’t get along

And brother Muslims get deceased

For singing the wrong song

The Sunnis sing the song off key

The Shia hum the words

They hate each other but agree

They both hate all the Kurds

The Turks are singing softly

While Iran is singing bass

Obama, grinning loft’ly

Has the notes but not the place

But not to worry kiddies

For the song will sound much worse

When the ships and planes and Middies

Sing the chorus and last verse

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The Middle East is burning, Europe is collapsing, China is threatening to make the South China Sea a Chinese lake, Iran is about to incinerate Israel, and Obama smiles benignly, confident his strategy of appeasement will make everything come out all right. Future historians will remember the current Obama administration as adrift, moving slowly, dreamlike, with President Barack Obama a somnambulist, drifting aimlessly through the rooms of the White House while the world collapses around his feet.

The night closed softly, darkness etched

The corners of the room

And slowly covered all it met

With stygian, darkest gloom

And yet not all were still abed

A mist-like figured stirred

And into Oval Office walked

Without a sound or word

Asleep he was, a gentle snore

As to the maps he crept

And watched as paper countries burned

As he so soundly slept

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A look at a map of the 8th century BC Mediterranean world will show many names that  exist yet today, existed long before Carthage arose, and will no doubt exist long after Vesuvius covers Naples with a warm blanket for her eternal sleep. We do not need to seed the stars, for the journey of life on planet Earth is but begun.

When man first looked upon the stars

In breathless wondering awe

He set upon the lonely path

To conquer what he saw

And in the process built to last

The cities of his birth

That shine as brightly as the stars

And glorify our Earth

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In an interview, a highly placed Japanese political analyst revealed that the new North Korean administration of Kim Jong-un will pattern itself on the current American administration.

Hope and change, he gravely said

To banish their dejection

Just rike for you in year oh eight

Had grorious erection

Awready signs in Pyongyang Square

Have picture of Obama

In frashing rights to right the sky

And made in Yokohama

A stimurus and Chinese debt

And soon the prace be humming

For Kim Jong-un in history be

Obama second coming

We Japanese are happy to

See North Korea prosperous

Though we prefer them far away

Antarctic or the Bosporus

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Those of us of a certain age look back fondly at the times when we were kids and diced with death and won. It may be the dicing was not quite as devil daring as we now imagine it to have been. I remember, acquiring the ripe old age of 14, going back to the old neighborhood and finding the enormously tall tree I climbed when I was six and finding it somewhat less than I remembered.

When I think of my youthful days

And of the very many ways

I diced with danger, laughing all the while

Today when I am gray and old

I find that I am less than bold

And pleased that carefulness is now my style

I climbed tall trees and billboards too

I truly did enjoy the view

Up high where eagles soared and called my name

But what at six seemed fearsome height

In retrospect it almost might

Seem not so far from ground and less than tame

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