Fanatical feminists are outraged that a fanatical feminist who assaulted a peaceful student holding a Pro-Life sign was charged by the authorities with assault. And at Berkeley no less, where the Right has heretofore always been wrong. To a feminist the mere suggestion that abortion is wrong is enough to cause rage and nausea and temporary insanity, during which a feminist has every right to do bodily harm anyone who infuriates her.

These mad feminists are eerie
They believe they’re a Valkyrie
Fighting for the noble right to kill a child
Just a word will drive them potsy
Give them armbands they’re a Nazi
To say anything pro-life just drives them wild
Mention math is to belittle
Such their mouths are frothing spittle
And the picture of a baby leads to rage
They are full of rage and fury
They are both the judge and jury
Just ignore them all and quickly turn the page

A homosexual group has just gotten the CEO of Mozilla, Brendan Eich, fired because he didn’t agree with their view on same sex marriage, and another group has demanded three billion dollars from Google so they could establish a city in the woods for people who want to live a life free of care. It never ends. There’s a reason that, throughout history, dissidents and activists and trouble makers have been exiled, jailed or executed, and that reason had nothing to do with their being a danger to the peace of the realm, but because after a while they just become too damned annoying.

I tell you Max, the Crown Prince said
They’re underneath my skin
They claim our god is good as dead
With no such thing as sin
Before you know they’ll next demand
Three billion in hard cash
What makes them think I’ve that on hand
‘Twould empty out my stash
And yet, my Lord, good Max replied
These young folks have a point
They know they’re here for just the ride
Have sex and smoke a joint
And you should know, just yesterday
Came something you’ll not like
Some pretty boys, festive and gay
Dismissed your Mister Eich
A pox upon those festive blades
The Crown Prince cried in wrath
They doth annoy me, do these jades
Remove them from my path!
And so it is through years of time
That activists have fared
Annoying us may be no crime
And yet they should be scared

Brendan Eich, a pioneer and software genius of Silicon Valley, was removed from his newly acquired post as CEO of Mozilla by the fascist homosexual mafia for the crime of disagreeing with them. Eich gave a thousand dollars six or seven years ago in support of a California ballot proposition that sought to make it law that marriage is a union between a man and a woman. It didn’t matter that the initiative won overwhelmingly, the fascist queers took it to a circuit court judge who, by coincidence, happened to be a flaming homosexual, and who singlehandedly overturned the will of the people of California. This is what happens when an aggrieved group finds itself accepted in polite society. Homosexuals are not grateful they no longer have to hide in the closet for fear of losing their job, they are now so powerful that they can remove from his job anyone who disagrees with them. This is not the first time an aggrieved group has thrown its weight around, and people remember, doing nothing until the problem becomes too large to stuff down the memory hole, and then the put upon majority stomps on them. Groups like the fascist homosexual mafia should realize that playing with fire goes both ways, and while they are on top now, the climate can change in a heartbeat, and they will find themselves wishing for the good old days when all they had to fear was losing a job.

The flame cares not for what it burns
Nor cares for what it takes
Into its arms by twists and turns
And hastens to the stakes
The heretic, the anti- gay
The flame cares not a whit
For he who fans the flame today
Tomorrow will be lit
So dance around the flames, my friends
And laugh at burning flesh
But know the burning always ends
In dark graves newly fresh

The United State I grew up in is slowly disappearing, and once it’s gone it’s gone, never to return as once it was. Freedom once lost is lost, and will only be recovered with the shedding of blood. Those of us of a certain age look back in sorrow at what has happened and is happening to our country. The left and the Democrats, in their determined quest for a permanent majority, have turned the United States into a third world country, a country whose demographics they have turned upside down, to the point where the ethnic Europeans who built this country will in a measurable time become minority passengers in a rickety train heading for an open bridge. Have we nothing left but our dreams of yesterday?

The old folks say
The country’s gone and won’t be back
The world that we knew is but a distant dream
A world where men
Could live wherever they so pleased
And freedom was not a far off distant gleam
Where government
Was unseen figures in our lives
And working men kept the fullness of their pay
And families
Could sleep in peace with unlocked doors
Now all of it gone in dreams of yesterday

The old saying was that Russia was a bear that walks like a man. That has changed. Russia is now Vladimir Putin, a man who walks like a bear.

The cold north wind from Russia blows across the eastern lands
And sends great chills and shivers as it goes
We do not know what Putin wants but know where Barack stands
He stands where zephyrs and the Spring breeze blows
Cold winds do not deter the Kremlin master from his course
He knows Obama, knows he’d naught to fear
From tiny puppies in the White House claiming they’re a horse
A claim that brings loud laugher and a tear
A Putin laugh because he’s won and none can stay his hand
A tear because Obama came too late
To save the death of his and Stalin’s blessed Motherland
An undeserved and tragic final fate
But now he has the cold north winds behind him as he strides
The Near Abroad and further at his whim
The Western way of life he both despises and derides
The Russian Bear is back and it is him

The old saying was that Russia was a bear that walks like a man. That has changed. Russia is now Vladimir Putin, a man who walks like a bear.

The cold north wind from Russia blows across the eastern lands
And sends great chills and shivers as it goes
We do not know what Putin wants but know where Barack stands
He stands where zephyrs and the Spring breeze blows
Cold winds do not deter the Kremlin master from his course
He knows Obama, knows he’d naught to fear
From tiny puppies in the White House claiming they’re a horse
A claim that brings loud laugher and a tear
A Putin laugh because he’s won and none can stay his hand
A tear because Obama came too late
To save the death of his and Stalin’s blessed Motherland
An undeserved and tragic final fate
But now he has the cold north winds behind him as he strides
The Near Abroad and further at his whim
The Western way of life he both despises and derides
The Russian Bear is back and it is him

The White House is built of beautiful Indiana limestone. Obama’s handlers thought they were building a Rhinestone Cowboy to put into the limestone White House, and instead we got a Limestone Cowgirl in a limestone cave.

How deep the cave of limestone walls
How dark the stygian gloom
With ballroom dancers without balls
Infesting every room
The ceiling drips with stalactites
The curtains closed and drawn
While rabid bats inflict their bites
And disappear at dawn
The world slips by to much disdain
The Cave it pays no mind
Intent are they inflicting pain
And causing wounds that bind
The poorest of the poor to them
The women whom they gave
The right to kiss the purple hem
Of cowgirl in the cave

John Kerry, ex-Senator, now Secretary of State, is in Paris, settling the Ukrainian dispute in Russia’s favor by agreeing with the Russian Foreign Minister that the two of them should write a new constitution for Ukraine, without any inconvenient Ukrainians present. The framework of this agreement, of course, gives Putin everything he wants, and it gives Obama everything he wants, which is to be bitch slapped by Putin until Putin begs for mercy.

John Kerry, he of the long face
Has married well, that’s no disgrace
For hadn’t daddy Kerry done the same
His father changed his name real quick
And Boston thought he was a mick
Then married a real heiress, set and game
He taught his son the game of life
John married well, a wealthy wife
A Senate seat for Boston Irish John
But when John Heinz died in a crash
Old Johnny boy then made a dash
For Heinz’s widow’s dough to latch upon
From millionaire to billionaire
Earned not a dime, he didn’t care
The ladies must have thought him worth the price
And now he’s settled in at State
His grubby hands hold Ukraine’s fate
And Putin rolls his pair of loaded dice