In 1935 Professor Erwin Schrodinger developed a thought experiment in which a cat is placed in a box, and after an hour the cat will either be alive or dead, depending on whether or not a random event happened in the box, but whether the cat was alive or dead inside the box could not be known. It can be said of Obama that he was and is a random event, and it can also be said of Obama that “There but for the grace of God goes God.” But suppose it isn’t that way at all. Suppose it goes “There DESPITE the grace of God goes God,” in which case our only hope is that Schrodinger’s cat survives. 

There despite the grace of God

Goes God, Obama, who unshod

Walks on the water turned to wine

But deigns on loaves and fish to dine

The Passion play he also scorns

He will not wear a crown of thorns

But sacrifice himself he will

For Marx he’ll march right up that hill

And take his place in mankind’s lore

His father’s son, and what is more

He’ll rise again on the third day

And smile his smile and then he’ll say

I am The One my Father sent

To give you phones and pay your rent

The trodden down, the hopeless mom

I’ll take to that Celestial prom

Where golden goblets, silver plates

Are there for he who simply waits

For promises I’ve made to you

And until then, it’s toodel-oo

I’m off ascending in the clouds

And waving to adoring crowds

To join my Dad in Heaven’s scene

But I’ll be back in aught sixteen

To lead you to the promised land

As part of my most holy band

Of which I’m proud to be the head

And by the way the cat is dead

Hillary Clinton is recovering nicely from a fall, and may or may not be well enough to testify before Congress about the now almost four month old Benghazi consulate killings. But she was well enough to testify until very recently, and did not do so. Why? The whole purpose of stonewalling the Congress on testifying about Benghazi is stayin’ alive for 2016. In the meantime, what was it about the Benghazi consulate that the entire Obama administration lied about it for months? Was it, as one little slip of the tongue might indicate, a secret CIA prison? A secret prison where rough interrogation took place? If so, and I believe that it was, then even after being safely re-elected Obama cannot risk enraging his far Left base. And Hillary can’t tell even now because she wants to be president and she can’t get the nomination without the far Left base. Will we ever know what happened and why? Only if the country elects a Republican president and Congress, so the answer is, no we will never know.

Mrs. Clinton thinks Benghazi

Rhymes with simple words like hazy

Because hazy is her memory of events

Yes it happened on her watch so

The mere fact it was a botch no

Blame can be placed on her fair head or on the gents

Who while under her direction

Undertook with circumspection

To be guileless as a baby’s dreams in bed

With results that were most tragic

But the press through lefty magic

Has erased the memory that four guys are dead

A concussion is the cause she

Cannot testify a pause she

Thinks will get her off the hook on 20 Jan

In addition a bad cough is

Bound to last till she leaves office

To begin her campaign where last time she ran

Yes the Clinton wheels are spinning

This is only the beginning

For when Bubba gets involved he’ll give ‘em hell

But they can’t count out Obama

Who has promised his sweet mama

That the next prez of the US is Michelle

Waltradamus has seen his reflection in the Mall wishing well, and now knows what will happen in 2013.

MALI

Will the French go into Mali?

One can only think what folly

It is Indochine without a mountain view

But the Frenchmen they will rally

In some Atlas Mountain valley

And will hope it’s not again Dien Bien Phu

FINANCIAL CLIFF

Had the cliff been any higher

We’d have gone from pot to fryer

But the landing was as soft as it could be

The economy was roaring

With Obama’s rating soaring

And the only drawback we’re no longer free

EURO CRISIS

Yes the Euro is in crisis

And the rolling of the dice is

All that’s left for them to try to stave off gloom

If the Germans close the spigot

And if Merkel tells them friggit

Then there’s nothing left to save them from their doom

2013

2013 will be over

In twelve months of rolling clover

And we’ll all be happy that Obama won

With inflation we’re all wealthy

With ObamaCare we’re healthy

Nonetheless I’m glad I went and bought that gun

Well, we survived the Mayan calendar crisis, and it’s time, now that we are in the New Year, to look back on the Maya and their calendar and the just past Christmas season. A gentle reader named Christine sent the following the day after the end of the world:

Me-oh Maya
What a liah!
Said it was the end
(not true)
Next day dawning
Stretching, yawning
Predictions on the mend
(not new)
Fears abating
Folks awaiting
Disaster round the bend
(to rue)
Love a crisis
Fake suffices
Convictions we defend
(no clue)

To which I responded:

‘Twas the day after Maya

And all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

‘Cept me and my mouse

Just surfing the web

To see if we survived

And when I saw Drudge

I cheered and high fived

I never did think

That the Maya were right

Although I confess

‘Twas a long sleepless night

But when the next morn

Dawned clear, crisp and dry

The Maya I cursed

I had presents to buy

For Christmas was due

And on schedule arrived

And discovered ’twas Christmas

That no one survived