It has been suggested that the military be allowed to win the wars but that the nation building should be turned over to civilian contractors, much like the British East India Company in the 19^th century. An intriguing suggestion, but the British East India Company was dealing with rich old Maharajahs and not with a religious war of extermination Islam is engaged in against the West. We have not yet accepted this as fact, though most understand that it is so, deny it as they will. There is only one end to a religious war of extermination, and that is the extermination of one of the parties. At the moment only the Muslims understand this, and understanding it, prevail. What they don’t understand is that the West, specifically the United States, will not quietly and meekly acquiesce in its extermination, though acquiescence must seem inevitable to the Muslim religious warriors given the facts on the ground. They see their failures at Tour and Lepanto as temporary setbacks, and are determined to settle affairs with a weakened and weak willed West. The Muslim tide will roll in again, and they will be slaughtered, leaving the survivors to lick their wounds for another thousand years. 

We deal not with a rich old Maharajah
But Muslim zealots who will gladly die
Just for the chance to kill us as we sit there
Believing that the warning signs all lie
We choose the side that looks to be the winner
But while they kill each other they both know
The time will come when Infidels are slaughtered
And friendship with the West is just a show
But when it comes the ending will be Roman
We make a desert and we call it peace
And leave survivors shaken and despairing
To wonder if their deaths will ever cease
And yes I know some say I’m bloody minded
That we must understand why we’re all dead
But history has shown there’s but one answer
And that’s to fill their hearts with blood and dread

I had a strange though trivial occurrence a few weeks ago. I had been doing my wash every week for some forty years, and always included seven short sleeve sport shirts. From time to time one of the shirts would come out of the dryer inside out, and much less frequently two would be inside out. In all that time there were never more than two shirts inside out in any one wash. Some weeks ago, however, I took the shirts out of the dryer and all seven were inside out. I thought at first the odds of that happening were astronomical, but then remembered the famous question that went, “What is the smallest number of randomly assembled people would you need to have a better than fifty percent chance two of them would have the same birthday?” The answer is 23. It all depends on the number of times an event occurs. So my experience with the shirts was either a purely natural phenomenon or the washer and dryer having fun, as inanimate objects are often wont to do. 

An object that’s inanimate
That’s made of steel or laminate
Will often act perversely it is true
They’ll stubbornly insist
It’s you that must have missed
The start button and so the fault’s on you
But dryers now and washers
They’re kidders and they’re joshers
They play their tricks and have their little fun
On spin cycle they jiggle
And I can hear them giggle
Then summon me when all my wash is done
They’re silent as I open
The door and start my gropin’
Around inside to find my way about
They shake with silent laughter
Immediately after
I find that all my shirts are inside out

Barack Obama, by incompetence or design, has loosed the dogs of war upon a United States military he has, by sinister or ideological design, defanged in the face of danger. Only these are not dogs, they are wolves. And one night the red eyed wolves will come. They always do. 

We stir uneasily in sleep
How quiet is the night
As in the dark the red eyes creep
The quarry now in sight
Obama though still sleeps serene
No worries on his mind
Not like that Bush, his hands are clean
From leading from behind
The red eyes, silent as the breeze
Proceed with noiseless leaps
To scoop Ukraine, the China seas
While Barry soundly sleeps
The red eyed wolf is never sate
His hunger satisfied
And soon upon us is our fate
The red eyes at our side
And slavering they state the terms
Surrender or you die
To furnish food for maggot worms
As in piled dead you lie

The VA scandal in which veterans had to wait months before seeing a doctor, even when in critical condition, was finally, after many years, brought to the public consciousness by whistleblowers telling of veterans dying because of cooked books. How did the books stay cooked all these years? They stayed cooked because the arithmetic always added up. Until now. The arithmetic finally did them in. You can beat time, but you can’t beat arithmetic.

Quantum physics shows that time and space do not exist
The real and the illusion are the same
But somehow little numbers shake their heads and do insist
That they are real and still can play the game
Max Planck discovered Quantum and the world forever changed
What once seemed true became just ancient lore
The subatomic world revealed that all was rearranged
Except that two plus two still equaled four

I hope the Bergdahl fiasco hasn’t dimmed our outrage at these guys who put on the uniform and then betray us. Have we forgotten about Bradley Manning? Pfc Bradley Manning was convicted by a military court of stealing sensitive and secret United States government documents and giving them to Wikileaks, and thus to our enemies. He is now in prison, but has recently demanded a taxpayer paid for sex change, and the Pentagon has agreed to give him one. He is now Christine, and I have the feeling Obama felt sorry for him and was sorry the military put him in prison. After all, what’s a little treason among friends? I spoke to Manning’s former cell mate, a very disappointed Leroy Johnson, who said:

This Bergdahl thing now, it’s a hoot
I’ve seen his pic, he’s mighty cute
But what’s he done but walk away
Is that a crime, and who’s to say
But Manning now, I called him Brad
We shared a cell, it wasn’t bad
They say that opposites attract
I can attest that is a fact
We’re different in every way
I’m black, he’s white, I’m het he’s gay
Yet still we’ve shared love’s sweet delights
The still, cool morning, darkest nights
A woman born, the body male
An error that is doomed to fail
He changed his name, he’s now Christine
But I’ll remember love pristine
I’ll miss him now that he is gone
The lonely nights, the bitter dawn
It’s Bush’s fault, or Bush’s dad
They’re not to blame, Bergdahl and Brad
Both traitors yes, there is no doubt
But once you know what that’s about
It makes no sense to fill with rage
What’s done is done, let’s turn the page

Today is the seventy-second anniversary of the Battle of Midway. June 4, 1942, the Glorious Fourth of June. The Battle of Midway has lessons in it for the Obama administration in its treatment of the Battle of Benghazi, in which four Americans were killed defending American territory, the consulate in Benghazi, Libya. In a recent book titled The Shattered Sword, an account of the battle of Midway, the authors argue that the Japanese military hid the defeat from the Japanese public and denied the reasons for the sinking of the Kido Butai, the unbeaten and invincible Imperial carrier fleet, and that it was the denial that doomed the Japanese military. The Obama administration, for reasons we shall soon discover, hid the defeat from the American public by blaming it on a YouTube video no one saw, denying that a failure had ever occurred. Why did Obama hide Benghazi from the American public? What was so disastrous for the administration if the real story got out? The House of Representatives has convened a Special Committee to look into it. We don’t expect anyone in the administration to tell the truth, even under oath, but maybe we will soon know the answers, and if we do, will those answers spell the end of the Obama presidency? Douglas Dauntless SBD dive-bombers took care of the Jap carriers at Midway. The only SBDs we have now are Stalinist Bastard Democrats.

The Kido Butai its fearsome name
Was heard from nevermore
And from that day the end became
A Small Boy/Fat Man war
Benghazi on the other hand
Was blazoned on our shields
And trumpeted by Barack’s band
To cities, towns and fields
As caused by an insult to God
Upon him there be peace
Whose adherents put in the sod
Brave men who saw life cease
What happened on that fateful night
Has entered into lore
And buried deep, and thus well might
Be heard from nevermore

President Obama gave the commencement speech at West Point the other day, and in a speech praising himself he told the cadets that thanks to him the world was a more peaceful place than it was when he took office, that al Qaeda has been decimated, the war in Iraq ended and the long war in Afghanistan coming to a close. Never mentioned was the Russian annexation of the Crimea, a territory belonging to another country, the Russian attempts to return the former Soviet Union’s territories to Russia, and the Chinese active military measures to dominate the entirety of the South China Sea, claiming territory belonging to the Philippines and South Korea. None of that is part of Obama’s world. Obama has constructed a world where lions and lambs lie down together, with the United States the lamb. The following is a transcript of the president’s speech to the West Point class of 2014:

And the wolf will dwell with the lamb, And the leopard will lie down with the young goat, And the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; And a little boy will lead them. Isiah 11:6. And I say to you that Isiah had it right.

Today the lamb dwells with the wolf
And you are now the lamb
And leopards lie down with young goats
And goats won’t give a damn
A little boy Isiah says
Will lead them all to peace
And I, the little boy he saw
Have caused all war to cease
So now the wolves, the lions, lambs
All have my peace to keep
Though lying there together little
Lambs won’t get much sleep