It has been said that a country has no permanent friends and no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. This may apply to countries, but it doesn’t seem to apply to Obama, who apparently has no permanent interests beyond vacationing and getting his wife out of town, both these permanent interests so costly as to require him to conduct a low cost drone war.

A drone is but a buzzing sound

Annoying and no more

Infuriating all around

To even up the score

Obama likes them much because

They give him peace of mind

He gets to put the war on pause

While leading from behind

A hollow army, shrunken fleet

It never rains but pours

Economy in sharp retreat?

We’ll stop the White House tours

After World War 2 the Allies set about pacifying Germany and Japan by re-integrating the former German and Japanese military into a new military run along democratic lines. This worked because we winnowed out the confirmed Nazis and Emperor worshippers, and staffed the new armies with ordinary guys who were just soldiers, not fanatics. The West is now faced with a similar project after Assad is removed, that of integrating the various elements of the Syrian rebel forces into a new Syrian army. Good luck with that.  In the first place, the Jihadists will infiltrate the new army and subvert it to their cause, whatever we do. But all is not lost. They will still be an Arab army, and not worth a damn. So here’s my advice to Obama: don’t even try.

To make a new nation

With reintegration

You’re going to keep

The wolves with the sheep

So don’t go to sleep

The price will be steep

You will surely be pissed

If something is missed

So we’ll draw up a list

For our new armored fist

You’ll need trainers, explainers

Ex-grunts on retainers

Jihadists as squaddies

You’ve got to have bodies

Lieutenants and rankers

And arties and tankers

Medics for chancres

And big money bankers

You’ve got to have bakers

And dumb order takers

And generals and majors

And orderly pagers

And not to be smarmy

You’re still not an army

So just let it fester

And blame the sequester

Three-D printing is the wave of the future, or so we are told. They’ve just printed some guy a new skull, and I ask how long until we can print an entire human? I don’t know, but if I’m still around I know who I’m going to order. The possibilities are endless. Look in the catalog under Blondes. Want a living, breathing Marilyn Monroe? Pretty expensive, but ultimately the prices will drop, and you might be able to get a Rita Hayworth or a Kate Upton for under ten thousand dollars, with a cut-rate Special on Britney Spears. And of course there would be catalogs for women too. So if I clone myself back to age 25……

A gorgeous blonde, a sweet brunette

And redheads by the mile

A blowsy broad, a tease coquette

Will bring a thoughtful smile

To every man who ever dreamed

Of a woman might have been

He’ll pay the price and hope there seemed

A difference ‘neath the skin

Hugo Chavez, a tin pot dictator, has died, and his death was greeted with sorrow by the usual leftist suspects, like Sean Penn and Oliver Stone, who called him a great man, a man of the people, and so on. This happens all the time. Just wait till you see the outpouring of grief from the left when Castro dies. I spoke to a liberal friend recently and asked why he was so enamored of tin pot leftist dictators. He smiled and said

Tin pots are made by tinkers

They mend them on the spot

Democracies have thinkers

Who think that they have got

The right to chain up free men

To jobs we all disdain

Discouraging the dreamin’

And crushing who complain

But tin pots like to tinker

The law is not for them

For law just puts a blinker

On those who must condemn

The cut throat market forces

And voting by the mob

That’s why the proper course is

Give tin pot guys the job

The solar system is periodically bombarded with asteroids and meteorites, denizens of the Oort Cloud, a region of hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of icy planetoids almost a light year from the sun. The Oort Cloud is believed to be the home of all long period comets such as Halley’s Comet, but every once in a while something happens and hundreds or thousands of these planetoids are disturbed and leave the Oort Cloud and visit the inner planets, meaning us. Some scientists believe the disturbances are caused by a companion star to our sun, a star they call Nemesis, or Death Star.  One thing we know, large asteroid impacts have erased life on Earth several times in the past, and will do so again. Is Nemesis acting up again? Is the recent outbreak of near miss asteroids and meteorites the result of Nemesis nudging our rocky visitors into another orbit?

I looked around the premises

Could see no sign of Nemesis

The skies looked clear and all the stars were bright

But just inside the Oort Belt

A nudge was kind of sort felt

By something that had hung around all night

And like sails torn from their grommets

Many hundreds of huge comets

Left their icy friends and hurtled on their way

Many years they have been moving

And with telescopes improving

We shall see them now about just any day

Obama maintained for a very long time that the dreaded sequester was a Republican idea, and that its terrible effects were entirely the fault of those horrid Republicans who would not work with him to solve the nation’s problems. For the first time in his presidency, the lapdog media found the courage to question him gently on this, and faced with the cruel truth Mr. Obama cheerfully confessed that it was his idea all along. All of which was shrugged off, for everyone knows Obama doesn’t lie even when he confesses.

Whose idea was sequester?

Well a Democrat court jester

Said Republicans were out to steal your watch

But the question sill would fester

Prior statements they would pester

Even though Chris Matthews tingled in his crotch

It turns out that O’s tea tester

Was a secret O detester

And he managed to place words between O’s lips

And those words, like any nester

Came to roost on the protester

Who claimed Gods like O don’t lie and don’t make slips

Bob Woodward, who gleefully brought down a Republican president, has made the ultimate mistake: he criticized a Democrat president, categorizing Obama’s decision not to deploy the aircraft carrier Harry S. Truman to the Persian Gulf because of the sequester as Madness. For this he was informed, via email, that HE WOULD REGRET IT! Woodward, in an interview with Wolf Blitzer, another Obama lapdog, revealed the threatening email, but refused to name the sender, and insisted Obama could not have known about it. Which reminds me of the good old days when a long time Communist apparatchik was rotting in jail on Stalin’s orders and lamenting, “If only Stalin knew!” The apparatchiks, whether Stalinist apparatchiks or Obama apparatchiks, cannot, must not and will not believe that their god knew of the injustice, and that if he only knew, why then  the doors to the cell would be instantly thrown open.

So Woodward’s threatened by someone

Just who he will not say

Who told him some were well disposed

To see that he would pay

For something false he wrote in haste

No sourcing and no quotes

Demanding that he quick retract

And turn in all his notes

Thus causing Bob to shake with fright

Protesting he was true

Insisting it was a rogue act

Obama never knew

It is reported that the Venezuelan dictator Hugo Chavez has died, his last words a whimpered “Please don’t let me die.” How fitting. The man who jailed and murdered his political enemies could not face the death he had ordered for so many others. He was not a very big murderer, not in the league of Stalin or Hitler or Mao, but was more of a buffoon, a lightweight tyrant by any measure. But a tyrant he was, and for a time he wore the crown of pseudo emperors and kings, and like all who before him wore a crown, in the end the crown availed him not.

The tyrant’s crown so lightly lies

Upon smooth brow and smiling eyes

It’s gleaming gold in sunlight glows

In beauty measured by the rose

And yet doth he who wears the crown

Record the days that wind him down

Until the time of one last breath

When gold will not forbid him death

Anti-gun legislation is brewing in many states, driven by the anti-gun, anti-second amendment radical progressives, and a counter movement is afoot trying to convince the gun manufacturers to boycott the states that pass anti-gun laws by refusing to sell them guns and ammunition. This is doomed to fail, because of the imperatives of market forces. If Ruger refuses to sell guns and ammo for the police forces of an anti-gun state, then Glock will.

My name is Glock

I’ve guns in stock

And lots of ammo too

If I don’t sell

Then who, pray tell

Will line up in the queue

To sell to States

Who give rebates

To gun and ammo buys?

We know their names

We know their games

We know who are those guys

It’s Colt, perhaps

Those Ruger chaps

Beretta lines up fifth

Boycotts don’t work

“Cause of that quirk

Called Markets, Adam Smith

We sail the universe, drifting slowly among the stars, unaware of the larger universe around us. And like ships, we encounter gales, and heavy seas, but somehow the ship of life survives.

The rolling sea

The howling gale

The shore alee

The stricken sail

The crashing waves

The struggling ship

No God who saves

But Devil’s whip

The ship is rent

No mercy gives

Nor winds relent

And yet she lives