Months have passed with no word of Malaysian Airlines Flight MH370, the Boeing 777 that took off from Kuala Lumpur on 27 March 2014 with hundreds of passengers aboard and disappeared, presumably into the vastness of the Indian Ocean. Intensive searches have failed to reveal the slightest trace of the plane and its passengers, yet it was recently announced that Australia will continue searching. Modern man believes he knows all the answers, that quantum physics is locked in with consciousness, that the universe is decipherable. But the face of God cannot be painted in a brush stroke. Perhaps some things are unknowable, and perhaps some things known by our fathers were not so wrong. And so it might be with the mystery of MH370.

The scientists preen for they’ve answered it all
The engineers shout out their worth
But maybe the ancients were right, you’ll recall
And they fell off the edge of the Earth

Muslim terrorists who go by the acronym ISIS have captured much of northern Iraq and beheaded every Shiite they come across. But why have they pledged allegiance to a distant Egyptian goddess? One would think if they were going to go that route they would have picked someone a bit more dangerous and deceptive. Osiris for example. But maybe they didn’t select Osiris because the god Osiris is resident in the White House.

Crisis in the Middle East
From the ISIS at the least
Would a goddess do such things?
Topple presidents and kings?
Would sheer terror be her game
Would she set it all aflame?
It’s Osiris if we’re wise
He is wont to wear disguise
When he ambles up the steps
Of the White House where adepts
Of his Underworld reside
Making no attempt to hide
Creatures of the River Styx
They have brewed a deadly mix
Acolytes like Susan Rice
Who the demons think quite nice
Jarrett queen behind the throne
Power from dark hell on loan
Yet Obama pulls the strings
And fair Isis spreads her wings
And the crisis fades away
And the kids come out to play
But of course it’s all for show
In the wide world they all know
That it’s all come tumbling down
As the leaves are turning brown
And the oceans swell with rage
And the gods all turn the page
For the current race is done
We don’t know yet who has won

George Bush made mistakes, but taking out Saddam Hussein and attempting to build a solid military base of operations in the very center of gravity of the Middle East was not one of them. Barack Obama threw it all away and put our soldiers in Afghanistan, a landlocked country where they might not be able to get out. And now, as a result of Obama’s incompetence or treason, take your pick, Iraq is now aflame in another religious war, Sunni against Shiite, which will draw in Shiite Iran and Sunni Saudi Arabia, and perhaps Israel and ultimately us. Obama likes to say he is leading from behind, but he left out a word. The word is ‘his’. He is leading from ‘his’ behind.

George Bush takes Saddam out
The O al Qaeda in
Benghazi is no doubt
The triumph of the spin
Mosul in Qaeda’s hands
Tikrit has followed suit
Captured by roving bands
Delighted with the loot
Sure Baghdad will be next
The Saudis cringe in fear
The White House is perplexed
For leading from the rear
Was policy that’s smart
Not like that stupid Bush
Who never heard of Sartre
And thought the Hindu Kush
Was just an old time dance
Invented way back when
From Italy or France
Around since nineteen ten
In luck we are indeed
To have as president
A man we truly need
The White House resident

There can be no sects as looney
As the Shi’ia and the Sunni
Their hatred for their bro under the skin
Is intensified by fighting
Over whose inerrant writing
States correctly dancing Imams on a pin
These two brands of Islam folly
Never smile are never jolly
Except when chopping heads from infidels
Refugees from the Dark Ages
Sunnis think the Dervish sages
While the Shi’ia look to Imams hid in wells

The Republican Party seems destined to a Dickensian existence, a Party of Oliver Twists who, in a quavering voice and with tear dimmed eyes, forever beg the Democrats for more gruel. The Democrats, the Party of Fagin, continue to steal our liberty and to endanger the country, with the Artful Dodger played by Barack Obama.

Now reduced to such slim pickins’
With the Parties run by Dickens
Republicans have no one else to blame
But their soft as putty leaders
So that even Dickens readers
Can’t think of one Republican by name
Who stands up for the Bill of Rights
While Dems have lined up in their sights
The Constitution and the rule of law
Incumbency has made them weak
Of Dem crimes they will hardly speak
While ravens on Reid’s shoulders smile and caw
Yes the country’s changing, brother
And it looks like in another
Election cycle we will see the end
We’re the old last generation
Who still hold in veneration
The country’s values Dems can’t comprehend
And the GOP stands idle
With their hands not on the bridle
As Leftist propaganda fairly dinned
Yes the GOP is broken
Their protests a whining token
And we know that they’re just pissin in the wind

Tyrants often come to a bad end, as witness Mussolini and Ceausescu, both of whom enjoyed haranguing the crowd from a balcony, never seeing the end coming. The tyrant, even a so called democratic one like Obama, cannot see beyond his own self-glittering, all-absorbing persona. Dazzled by his own brilliance, Obama sees no danger to himself or his acolytes. There is nothing he cannot dispose of with a smile, a cool remark, a wave of his mighty hand. Obama will not end up like Ceausescu or Mussolini, though the White House does have a balcony.

None are so blind as will not see
The restless waters, dark’ning sky
The jagged rocks just off his lee
The people stirring with each lie
He pays no heed to mounting threats
Until the day of stark collapse
When he, who never had regrets
Sees mobs descend, and then perhaps
He’ll understand that all is lost
And he, whose every word been hailed
Now sees that he must bear the cost
Now that illusion’s light has failed

Incompetence is the default position of the human race. From the very beginning of this country, indeed from the beginning of history, the story of incompetence in high places is a story often told, with competence in eternally short supply. Alcibiades comes to mind, and Athens survived. General Pope comes to mind and the Union survived. We have had many mediocrities and incompetents for president, and the country has survived and even prospered. But this time it’s different. Obama is not incompetent. Obama is maliciously treasonous, and desires our destruction. Carl Bernstein, of the Washington Post, admitted, in print, many years after Watergate, that he brought down an American president in order to please his communist mother and father. Perhaps Obama’s motivation is similar; he wishes for our destruction in order to please the memory of his communist mother and father and his Muslim communist mentors. Whatever his motives, the issue of our survival as a democratic nation is growing seriously doubtful.

We’ve seen on this our continent
Vast hordes of the incompetent
From generals who threw their men away
To politicians who grew rich
By satisfying every itch
Possessed by drooling voters of the day
Incompetence is the default
Position of mankind’s gestalt
And thus the competent are rare indeed
But so far we have seen the light
In time to get things turning right
We seem to find the Man in time of need
But will we find the Man in time
To end Obama’s steady climb
Toward our destruction that’s his final goal
We’re fortunate that we’ve survived
Incompetence till O arrived
But now he’s set that black creped bell to toll

An open letter to Barack Hussein Obama:

Mr. President: In a recent speech describing the surrendering, or as you put it, closing down the war in Afghanistan as you closed down the war in Iraq, you said you are walking in the footsteps of Washington and Lincoln. If you are, you will need bigger shoes than the ones you’re wearing.

Those footsteps that you’re stepping in
Still glow with radiant light
Still shine to show us all the way
And guide us through the night
Those footsteps made by giants, sir
So deep with blood and tears
Will shine like sunlight for all time
Beyond the misty years
Those footsteps made by giants, sir
Those steps so deeply trod
Will not take kindly to men who
Dishonor man and God

Bowe Bergdahl, who deserted his post in a war zone and went over to the enemy, a crime that had gotten not a few guys a short length of rope and a handy tree, has been exchanged for five very dangerous Muslim jihad commanders, who will no doubt quickly resume their interrupted careers of killing Americans. The Obama administration claims that Bergdahl was a prisoner of war, and we were obligated to get him back to his country and his family. If I were a skeptic I would view their explanation with some caution. The Obama administration has been known to lie whenever it suits their convenience, and it looks like this is one of those times. You will recall that for any prisoners to be released required the okay from Congress, and It seems to me that releasing the five Muslim killers without even telling Congress let alone asking permission, was an Obama trial run to see if he could get away with breaking the law with impunity. He has now moved Congress out of the equation, and we can look for Obama to quickly return the remaining imprisoned Muslim killers to the battlefield.

I am so glad that I am not a skeptic
For if I were I’d surely be dyspeptic
But now that I believe White House pronouncements
I know that even lies are mere announcements
That mean the opposite of what they’re saying
Or else it’s just a game that they are playing
I knew whenever Carney made denials
That people everywhere just turned the dials
Now take the five guys just released to Qatar
Were I a betting man I’d take a flutter
On odds that all five guys rejoin the jihad
While our returned guy spurns the life that he had
As I recall he walked away and sought out
The Taliban when all his plans were thought out
He learned to speak the language of his new mates
So now the six guys going home are crewmates
We know the five guys will be bent on terror
Were I a skeptic I’d hope I’m in error
That people in the White House surely know that
Our guy returning home will one day show that
He spent five years in training for the day when
He’d come alive when Mullahs somewhere say when
But like I say my skeptic days are over
It may be that our guy was just a rover
Who wandered off until he was surrounded
By Taliban and surely was dumbfounded
The White House couldn’t know he’s turned now, could they?
They wouldn’t let a turncoat home now, would they?

Sergeant Bowe Bergdahl is a turncoat, a deserter, returned by Obama to the United States as a hero, an al Qaeda agent blending into American society, waiting for the word to complete his given task.

Obama’s White House, staffed with Leftist traitors
Beginning with the cool guy at the top
From very first been law eviscerators
And sown the seeds producing treason’s crop
How many of our guys are more deserving
Of heroes welcomes than this Bowe Bergdahl
A man the Left huzzahs for his deserting
His fighting comrades, country, and et al
Obama has not changed since first elected
When bowing to an Arab Muslim king
A president our enemies selected
Who promptly bent the knee and kissed the ring