Maybe the Petraeus affair has given Obama the casus belli he needs to remove the CIA from its position of power. Who knows, maybe that’s what he meant when he told Putin he’d be more flexible after the election. Maybe this is just the opening gambit, and Petraeus is pawn to King four.

This General Petraeus

Will surely betray us

The president said with a frown

A straight shooting guy

He surely won’t lie

And so we will just take him down

A voice said, but Sir

I’m sure you’ll concur

The emails from women he’s scorned

Will make him obey

And do what you say

Or wish he had never been borned

Nice thinking, O said

He’ll wish he was dead

Because I have something in mind

Petraeus has smarts

But those lady parts

Are often delights but unkind

We work well with fibs

Just ask Robert Gibbs

Petraeus will back up our play

The public will know

Benghazi will show

Incompetence at CIA

Petraeus a pawn

The Agency gone

And while I’m in Russia I’ll see

If Putin, my friend

Will happily lend

Us hands from the NKVD

Republicans are just too nice to be an actual opposition party, you know, a party that actually opposes something. The attitude of the congressional Republicans is that Obama won, and now it’s up to them to compromise and get things done, no matter that the things Obama wants done are harmful to the country. As Shakespeare put it, To be or not to be, that is the question. To be principled and fight, or not to be principled, but conciliatory, and not fight. To be or not to be.

To be or not to be, the stage voice booms out

As Boehner and Romney nod off

The curtain comes down to applause and a shout

While nearby a patron will cough

But Boehner and Romney sit fast in their seats

The audience files for the door

The play is now over, the playwright’s deceits

Now history forever more

The theater now empty and totally dark

Mitt Romney will finally stir

And wake Boehner up with a commanding bark

Demanding to know where they were

They try to get out but the exits are locked

The batteries on cell phones too low

As Democrats giggle the two men are mocked

As being too late and too slow

For to be or not, as the Bard often said

Are questions a man has to see

The question the GOP faces with dread

And always they choose not to be

The forces of Marxist darkness have won the election. The people of the United States have rejected the history and greatness of their country for the proverbial mess of pottage. Incompetence on the part of the president, or worse, did not matter. Unemployment, rising and unsustainable debt, it didn’t matter. The man behind the curtain promised the people free government cheese, and they gladly took it. The election is over and the people in their wisdom rejected freedom and chose free stuff from the glib, smooth talking con man. And now comes the darkness, as an Obama  second term takes the country deep into the morass of Marxist socialism, following in the doomed footsteps of our cousins in Europe. The light of the Renaissance and the Enlightenment is going out, possibly never to return.

Soft twilight drifts slowly obscuring our minds

Beclouding perceptions and vision

Deceiving us with an illusion that blinds

Our power to see with precision

We walk toward the sun setting low in the West

Not knowing the pathway is ending

Believing in those who say they know what’s best

And that is more taxing and spending

And getting elected with fraudulent votes

And watching the world go to Hades

While culture wars rage and the president dotes

On his Marxist advisory ladies

The twilight is gone and the dark night arrives

And with it the wolves and the terror

As through all the villages men with long knives

Erase all whose thinking’s in error

And midst all of this comes a flash in the night

A thousandfold suns in the distance

As darkness returns with the absence of light

It seems there will be no resistance

The country that once was the hope of the world

Was now in the hands of our betters

Who ordered our flags to be tight cased and furled

And responded to blows with sharp letters

And now at the end of our walk in the dark

Near the end of our noble endeavor

We sit on a bench in the once lovely park

Well knowing it’s all gone forever

The Republican party is much too polite. In 1960 there was indisputable proof that the election was stolen in Illinois, in Chicago, but Nixon said he would not challenge the verdict because the United States was not a banana republic. Yet such concern for the good name of the United States did not deter Al Gore in 2000 from challenging the verdict, and in fact attempted to steal the election by having a recount only in Democrat counties in Florida and by seeing to it that military ballots were not counted. A few years ago the Governorship of Washington state was stolen in a recount, as well as the Senate seat in Minnesota that was stolen for Al Franken, both engineered by the same guy in recounts that found just enough Democrat ballots in the desk drawers and car trunks of Democrat party operatives. I do not expect the current Republican party honchos in the Congress to show much spine, since their mindset is to go along to get along. I fully expect Obama to accept their limp handshakes and do as he will, all without hindrance. But that doesn’t say we are helpless to avert the coming catastrophe. We still have the Second Amendment.

What can we all say of the peace loving band

Who smile as they accept defeat

Who say good show chap and extend a limp hand

To those they know full well did cheat

By finding new ballots in desks and in drawers

And who rigged the vote in the past

They know how to cheat and know how to win wars

We know that this won’t be the last

Fight fire with fire, and go toe to toe

Show spine and your fortunes will change

They aren’t your friends they’re implacable foe

Buy guns and get down to the range

Stiff upper lips are all right, hang in there for four years and get ‘em next time is all right, but it is not the next four years that concerns me, it’s the next forty years. I won’t be around to see it, but my grandchildren will, and it concerns me greatly, even frightens me when I think of what the country will be in forty years. Forty years seems a long time when looking up at it, but when looking back, forty years is the Nixon landslide of 1972, when I was in my forties. So it is not such a long way off at all. What principally concerns me is the Supreme Court. There are three Justices who are over eighty, and who are going to be replaced by Obama. He is not going to nominate a moderate. He is going to nominate and seat three hard left Justices, and the Court will be the mechanism whereby the Leftist revolution is completed, and the only question is will that revolution be soft left socialism or hard left Marxist dictatorship. I can even imagine Obama running for a third and fourth term, regardless of the Twenty-second amendment to the Constitution, which the Court could conceivably rule unconstitutional on the grounds it was punitive in nature, which it was, being a vindictive measure directed by a Republican Congress at the bones of FDR. Not a stretch by any imagination, because the Left knows no restrictions on its activities or agendas. Does the rule of law mean anything to Obama? Ask the Chrysler bondholders what they think of that. I hope I am as mistaken in this as I was in believing Romney would, temporarily at least, stop the bleeding, but I am not overly optimistic. I believe it will be a long time before the United States returns to any semblance of a Constitutional Republic.

I believe Barack Obama will be, or, since 6 November 2012, already is the first elected Emperor of the United States. But they don’t call themselves Emperors any longer, they now call themselves Presidents for Life. Three brand new hard left Supreme Court Justices will ramrod a decision that the Twenty-second Amendment is unconstitutional. We will never again see an honest election. Expect, about 2024, near the end of his fourth term, that Barack Hussein will anoint himself President for Life, to the cheers and huzzahs of the entire plantation.

In the flickering glow of the torchlight parade

Obama, the President for Life

Smiled as he gazed at the nation he’d made

And turned to his young nubile wife

And said the fools cheering below without pause

Have traded their freedom for cheese

He’d made them all paupers and beggars because

As beggars they’re easy to please

He waved to the crowd and then walked through the door

That led to a room of gold thrones

And smiled to his wife and said, cheese and what’s more

They’re pleased that I gave them free phones

The Florida Educational Association has recently adopted explicit racial standards for their schools, to be in place by 2018. In these new standards, 90% of Asian students are expected to be able to read at grade level, Whites at 88%, Hispanics at 81% and Blacks at 74%. For math, Asian students are expected to score 92% on standardized tests, Whites at 86%, Hispanics at 80% and Blacks at 74%. Instead of fixing the schools and getting out from under the thumb of the corrupt teachers unions, they lower the standards for the kids. But why should there be standards based on race at all? According to all right thinking apologists, race has nothing to do with it. Haven’t they been screaming about The Bell Curve for almost thirty years now?

The very nerve

To think a curve

Could put someone in place

Or IQ test

Reveal the best

It couldn’t be one’s race

Nobody white

Cries it ain’t right

That Asians get high score

It’s safe to say

That DNA

Determines you’ll be poor

I’ve never thought

Brains could be bought

Or drugs could make you smart

You’re what you are

A dunce or star

The gods just throw a dart

You cannot choose

You’re born to lose

Or maybe born to win

But don’t complain

‘Cause in the main

You’re same as all your kin

Way back in 1957 a science fiction magazine called Fantastic Universe published my short story No Bems Allowed, for which I received the munificent sum of a penny a word. A BEM, incidentally, is a Bug Eyed Monster, and the premise of the story, as I recall, was that no alien invasion of Earth could be successful because we had been conditioned by science fiction stories to expect a hero to emerge and save us all. I think this is still true. So long as there are white horses and shining armor there will always be heroes.

The silver ships came drifting down

As silent as the clouds

And landed softly in the fields

Surrounded by the crowds

Of curious who came to see

What it was all about

When suddenly the doors flung wide

Erasing any doubt

That here were monsters in the flesh

Antennaed and bug eyed

Who calmed the crowd with noxious gas

Except for those who tried

To rush the ships and save the world

Defiant unto death

While in the crowd one steel eyed man

Remarked under his breath

That –well you know just how it ends

The hero finds a way

To jam the Bems’ antennae that

Left them with naught to say

And after that he – well you know

With germs or something worse

He left the Bems a rotting heap

Their ships a waiting hearse

Their hyper drive he figured out

And sent the ships back home

A message in their language told

Them never more to roam

This part of Galaxy six eight

Four twenty two N A

For if they did he’d see to it

They’d not live out the day

Your heroes come when they are called

One knows not who they are

Until the day the monsters come

Then Katy bar the door

All right, so Obama won. Now what? Will he see his re-election as a mandate to install a Marxist dictatorship? Probably not, though I’m sure many of his inner circle, and likely Obama himself, fervently desire such an outcome. Nonetheless, whatever the next four years holds for the country, one thing is clear: no one knows what will happen, or when, or why. The future, as always, is cloudy. Except, of course, to Waltradamus.

The Bear will rise

As mischief heightens

Red star at night

Whose passage frightens

The turbaned king

With threats and bluster

The pointed star

Will stand to muster

The sainted one

Now re-anointed

Vows swift revenge

On those appointed

The Eastern state

Of ancient being

With open eyes

Bent not on seeing

The Kingly states

Invite the turban

Night riders flit

To rid the vermin

Electrons flee

As watts and joules

Rush from the storm

Amid wind howls

The workers lie

Abed at night

To look for work

At dawn’s first light

At mid-term dance

That shakes the walls

The upper chamber

Sways and falls

Der Tag. The Day. Election 2012. In an honest election Romney would win in a walk, but Obama has a very good chance of taking Pennsylvania on the strength of likely massive voter fraud in Philadelphia, where the Black wards routinely cast many more votes than they have voters, and where the Democrat machine gets to count the votes. So while I believe Romney will win 300+ Electoral College votes, we all know Obama has a puncher’s chance, especially since there has already been widespread voter fraud in Ohio. Gallup and Rasmussen both say the national race is a dead heat. Are we to assume Romney and Obama are tied in California, New York, Massachusetts, Washington, Illinois, Delaware, Connecticut and New Jersey? I think not. Therefore Romney is ahead in all the rest and will win it all, the final tally dependent only on holding the voter fraud down to a manageable number.

In an honest election

Mitt is the selection

With fraud vote detection

And women defection

We make the connection

Without an objection

Obama’s confection

Has lost its protection

So from this direction

On sober reflection

There’s no re-election

Just big time rejection

On the day before one of the most momentous elections in our history, many pundits profess to be uncertain as to its outcome, throwing up their hands and saying nobody knows. But I wouldn’t say nobody knows how it will turn out. I know, and have been saying so for weeks. It will be an Electoral College wipeout for Romney. My only caveat was that I didn’t know if the country had reached the tipping point yet, the point where the non-productive outnumbered the productive and so voted their thin slice of government cheese. Happily, we seem not to have reached that point as yet, though it will be upon us eventually. For now though, we have been saved from going over the cliff by some last minute heroics

In looking back on the trajectory of the last four years, I realize I was right to be suspicious of the slick talking cool black man and vote for John McCain. Nonetheless, after the verdict was in, I hoped, for the sake of the country, that the new president would be what he said he was, and what his supporters believed he was. In this I was disappointed. He turned out to be simply a smoother talker than Al Sharpton or Jesse Jackson, and every bit as divisive. He took more pride in his basketball game than he did in his country. But Idi Amin played basketball too.

I think I thought back in oh eight

That something good might come of this

Our first black POTUS might be great

And bring a time of racial bliss

I think I thought I heard he would

Unite the country more or less

Behind him as we understood

That understanding meant success

I think I thought he wouldn’t be

Divisive and a hateful man

But soon enough we came to see

That racial bliss was not his plan

I think I thought he’d be above

The gutter creatures of his past

But when the pushing came to shove

He showed his colors true at last

I think I thought he felt he’d earned

A second shot at the brass ring

He never thought that he’d be spurned

But looked upon himself as king

I think I thought as defeat loomed

That he would lay it on real hard

And as the Romney fortunes boomed

He’d play the last ditch doomsday card

I think I thought I’d heard he’d try

The race card as a dying gasp

But honest men will damn well pry

That race card from his dying grasp

I think I thought I heard him say

Revenge is sweet , the taste is keen

And so we will election day

Reject our own Idi Amin