I know it’s hard to believe, but the 2016 presidential campaign is upon us. It seems we no longer have any free time between elections. Will Hillary run? Do bears…well, you know. Who will the Republicans nominate? If they nominate another wimpy almost Democrat they will lose again, and the country will be lost to the radical left for generations to come, with the likely future breakup of the United States along blue state red state lines. If the GOP nominates a true conservative they will win, and the country will be safe for a while, but it will never be completely safe, for the left never sleeps, never gives up its dream of absolute Stalinist power.

In aught sixteen the Lefty fringe
Selects someone who’ll make you cringe
The GOP on other hand
Selects the ticket Cruz and Rand
Who wins? I’ll say it all depends
Who has the stash, for he who spends
Will win – go back to JFK
Whose daddy showed them all the way

Democrat scandals and incompetence and lies and frauds and the Constitution of the United States mean nothing to the plantation blacks and Hispanics the Democratic Party has accumulated over the past seventy years. A slave does not yearn for freedom; he yearns for the security of a steady supply of bread. The hardcore lefty progressive base is not enough to keep the magic circus going, but coupled with the plantation hands the Democrats have very nearly achieved a permanent majority, and 2016 will guarantee that permanent majority far into the foreseeable future. No radical Leftist has ever willingly left office. Barack Obama knows he has the radical base, and assures his low information voters that the supply of government cheese is unending, and soothes them with a cooling hand upon the brow, singing softly that things will get even better when he is President for Life.

When winter storms
Fling ice upon the window panes
I hold onto you
And dream of springtime rains
When autumn winds
Blow cold and increase all our pains
I whisper to you
There will be summer gains
When I still reign
Not bound by the two term mandate
I promise that you
Who now anticipate
Nirvana on Earth
Will reap the fortune owed to you
And that is why now
I sing this ode to you
Advance we shall
The stars align to light the way
And soon I’ll be king
Forever and a day

President Obam and Secretary of State John Kerry joyfully announced a terrific deal with Iran, one that will stop them from getting nuclear weapons. The problem is the deal leaves Iran with its stockpile of enriched uranium intact and all its centrifuges running, enriching more every day. On top of that the deal leaves all enrichment facilities standing, with no outside oversight. To get this triumph Obama and Kerry removed the economic sanctions just as they were beginning to severely hamper the Iranian economy. The Iranians immediately bragged how they had rolled the Americans and that the deal in no way interfered with their goal of acquiring nuclear weapons with which they intend to kill all the Jews. So we are left with dueling press conferences. Who is telling the truth? I’m going with the Iranians on this one.

The White House:
We have a deal
One based on trust
We think a steal
But not discussed

Tehran:
We got our way
We got it big
And now you’ll pay
You satan’s pig

Israel:
We stand alone
But we shall fight
What they have sown
They’ll reap in fright

CANADA:
On with the game
That’s what they say
No one to blame
That’s hockey, eh?

BRITAIN:
How déjà-vu
So Munich so
We’ll muddle through
We’re Brits you know

There are those who say just an ordinary small Little Boy sized atomic bomb in the Tidal Basin would do much to clarify the atmosphere in Washington, but I believe we needn’t go that far, that a Guy Fawkes could do the job, especially since everyone will be together for the State Of The Union address.

Where are you now, oh Mister Fawkes
Your talents we are needing
Beneath the hall where darkness walks
With right and leftist seating
Gunpowder stacked up to the baulks
Will send these people reeling
Gunpowder ‘stead of false faced talks
Will show them how we’re feeling

Barack Obama was elected president of the United States in November 2008, hailed as the Messiah, the Lightworker, the bringer of the sun to Earth. The world swooned at his feet, and he was shortly thereafter awarded the Nobel Peace Prize simply for being Barack Obama. He believed then that he was Mars and the rest of the world was Venus. But now everything has gone horribly wrong, and he has discovered that this erotic fantasy was now the other way around, that the world is Mars and he is Venus. And apparently that’s the way he likes it.

 Oh the world I once kissed
And she didn’t resist
I remember
And we danced ‘midst the stars
We were Venus and Mars
And in love
When we both said I do
With the sun peeping through
That November
Darling what has gone wrong
To the words of our song
To our love
Has the moon lost its glow
Has our love ceased to grow
In your heart dear
I can still see the stars
We were Venus and Mars
Much in love
But now you dear are Mars
And now I bear the scars
Must we part dear
I remember love’s ways
And the sweet tender days
Of our love

Many are the pundits who have psychoanalyzed Barack Obama, and the number of conclusions equals the number of pundits voicing their opinions. For me, Obama is relatively easy, after five years, to peg. He is power mad. He lusts for power the way a drunk lusts for whisky. He lusts for power in order to turn the United States into the fevered radical red image of his communist parents. His lust for power knows no bounds. Neither public opinion nor the Constitution of the United States deters him from the pursuit of absolute power. We shall see if he meekly relinquishes power at noon on 20 January 2017.

Of all the promises I make
There’s only one that isn’t fake
The New York Times thinks this is jake
And that’s my lust for power
I love it I’m the man on top
And your destruction will not stop
I’ll knock out every single prop
To show my lust for power
You kneel to overwhelming might
That I possess by divine right
Respect for law I have but slight
I lust only for power

Western medicine began with the Roman physician Galen and slowly grew into a science, a science no other culture or nation or people in the history of the world has ever had. And now, after two thousand years of climbing out of the mud to the point where Western medicine can actually cure most of what it encounters, Obama and Obamacare are about to destroy it all in the name of the rancid theology of Marxism, that says that for everyone to be equal everyone must be impoverished. And not just economically, but spiritually, culturally and technologically.

If you’re sick and just plain ailin’
Then you cannot blame poor Galen
For he set the tone for centuries to come
If it’s healing you are needing
Then a little helpful bleeding
Raise a blister on your head the rule of thumb
Or let’s take that fellow Lister
Who said don’t you raise that blister
It’s those germs that cause disease that we must fight
But try as he might to free ‘em
Only Leuwenhoek could see ‘em
Until Pasteur showed a boiling set things right
And so now we have Obama
Who acts just like he’s yo momma
By instructing you that you must get in line
Buy insurance from exchanges
Never mind the wide price ranges
And if none of you get sick we’ll all be fine
It’s full circle we have traveled
As the system has unraveled
And we’re back to medicine we’ve seen before
Third world doctors frowning, poking
If you think that they are joking
Just you wait and see what ‘Bama has in store

In a discussion with my primary care doctor he told me he had persuaded his son not to go to medical school, citing Obamacare as the reason. I have a feeling that conversation went on in a lot of doctors’ homes. In 1992, during the Hillarycare uproar, Charley Rose had Senators Daniel Patrick Moynihan and Bob Dole at the table, during which Moynihan said passage of Hillarycare would destroy the health care system of the United States, the medical schools and two hundred years of institutional experience and knowledge, and vowed he and Bob Dole would never let it happen. And they didn’t. Alas, there are no more Moynihans in the Democratic Party. But the Red flag Marxist socialists have finally succeeded in imposing their will, and Obamacare will not be undone. The next generation will be treated by graduates of third world medical schools, and our best hospitals will be equal to anything found in central Africa. I tell my grandchildren – do not get sick.

As clean as a Swiss hospital
One of the golden rules
But not when staffed by graduates
Of fourth rate third world schools

John Maynard Keynes was an English economist who taught that the way to get out of a recession was to stimulate the economy by borrowing money and spending it on public works and so forth. The United States moved from classic economics to Keynesian economics during the Great Depression of the 1930s, and we have been a borrower nation ever since, to the point that we now owe over 17 trillion dollars to mostly foreigners, mostly Chinese, with little prospect of ever paying it back. Has a country like the United States ever declared bankruptcy? Three more years of Obama and we may find out. In the meantime there are loud voices crying we have to get off the Keynesian borrowing tit. I spoke to a Keynesian economist the other day and asked why he thought people were moving away from the economics of borrowing money to pay back borrowed money, and he indignantly replied,

When things go good no one complains
When things are good it’s hurrah Keynes
But come a little bump or glitch
And folks begin to grump and bitch
Borrowing’s the way to go
It pumps things up when things go slow
It creates jobs where there were none
And let me tell you we’re not done
A trillion here a trillion there
It doesn’t matter, who should care
It’s only paper, print some more
Who cares if you run up the score
The printing press will save us all
Some stocks go up while others fall
No one can lose, it’s all a game
If things go wrong then you’re to blame
There lived no greater man than Keynes
For after ruin comes the gains

When Barack Hussein Obama was ten years old, he saw the world as a beautiful, golden haired, blue eyed ten year old girl, and thought she would always be his. Alas, that beautiful golden haired world has turned ugly and old, mostly by his doing. Still, he remembers the time he was ten and the blue eyed world was his.

The mind at times goes drifting back
I’m ten and she is too
Her hair the shade of sunlit gold
And eyes cornflower blue
I saw her after years had flown
We both now aged and old
Her hair still fair but flecked with gray
No longer sunlit gold
She disappeared into the crowd
And vanished from my view
I lingered but she’d gone for good
And once again I knew
That there would always be the time
I’m ten and she is too
Her hair the shade of sunlit gold
And eyes cornflower blue