Monthly Archives: February 2013

Seriously?

There are self serving stories in the lapdog press that the Obama administration is changing its foreign policy course as a result of lessons learned from the attack on the American consulate in Benghazi. Are we to take this seriously? Are we to believe the Obama administration has taken the lesson of Benghazi to heart, drawn the proper conclusions, and are now prepared to draw up a serious foreign policy that serves the interests of the United States? Seriously? The only logical explanation for the administration’s actions after Benghazi is that the consulate was a CIA clandestine operation.

 

To say that they are serious

Is to seriously weary us

They have no interests but their own to serve

Giving guns to Muslim killers

Is to them just stocking fillers

So to say Benghazi caused them all to swerve

Is to say their stripes have changed and

All their goals are rearranged and

They are looking out for us from now on in

They still sing the same old song here

Nothing new just move along here

‘Cause the policy is what it’s always been

 

Sensitivity

Well, the Super Bowl is over and the Ravens won, but in a very real sense we all lost something a few days earlier. Forty-niners cornerback Chris Culliver will begin sensitivity training and education immediately after the Super Bowl because to a question he answered that he would be uncomfortable with a gay player in the locker room. A chastened Culliver now understands his words were hurtful, and is eager to learn more about homosexuality. All well and good, but does anyone but me feel the cold hand of totalitarianism in this? Re-education camps were a favorite of the Soviet communists for those who thought or spoke unkindly of the Soviet state or its leaders. Have we come so far down the road to fascism that an American citizen can no longer state his true feelings about something without being sentenced to sensitivity training by those who think he should not have said it? I’m glad I lived when I did, when this was still a free country, and freedom of speech did not mean freedom to say what you thought except if a favored minority or victim group objected. When asked what he thought of the re-education camp he said,

 

The camp’s not bad, the food’s all right

I don’t mind that I’m up all night

Just learning how to know how someone feels

And writing down those words that hurt

And trying not to be so curt

When thinking what I’ve done my mind just reels

To think that I once had a thought

About a group I hadn’t ought

To say aloud what I so truly felt

The punishment does fit the crime

My words have hurt, I’ll do the time

And I accept whatever I’ve been dealt

For words are poison I know now

And hurtful but now I know how

To think in ways that those I’ve hurt can teach

The Bill Of Rights was long ago

And out of date and this will show

We celebrate the death of our free speech

 

Windy City Blues

Fifteen year old Hadiya Pendleton was standing under a tree in a park in Chicago with some friends to get out of the rain when a man jumped the fence and started shooting at some gang members who were also under the tree. Miss Pendleton was killed. The usual outrage ensued, but of course nothing will be done, because no one is ever accountable these days, it’s always the fault of the system, or society. Chicago has about 600 homicides every year, almost all gang related, yet nothing is done about the gangs, because gangs are only a symptom of the breakdown of civility or something. How about rounding up the gang members, taking away their guns, and putting them in the hoosegow? But of course that wouldn’t do. Killers have rights too, you know.

 

I’m a little girl who’s lost in the wood

I know I should

To stay in the hood

Have someone watch over me

Chicago town is where I reside

And though we take pride

In the number who’ve died

Have someone watch over me

There’s a teenage boy who’s havin’ some fun

Look at him run

Forgot his gun

No one will watch over me