I am convinced a friend of many years has Neanderthal genes in his ancestral tree house, principally because of the physical resemblance to the drawings of Neanderthal man one sees in the popular press. I asked him why his ancestors disappeared, and he said they didn’t actually disappear, they were just hiding from white people who wandered into their valley. He said the newcomers were puny little things and easily defeated, but the Neander people took pity on them and besides their blond women were pretty cute. Ultimately, he said, the Neander valley became crowded and when the climate changed they decided to leave just to get out of the rain.

And so, I said, ‘twas climate change
That did Neander in
It wasn’t genocide or killing fields
It wasn’t arrows of long range
That pierced Neander skin
Or nuclear devices of great yields
He said it wasn’t none of that
It rained for days and days
The water rose to ankle height and then
The womenfolk all caused a spat
And said the rain and haze
Was keeping them inside their leaking den
In consequence they all packed up
And headed for the south
For drier climes and better lives for all
Each family took a wolf dog pup
And reached the river mouth
And that is when they ran into the squall
You see they reached the southern coast
Big water lay ahead
They called it Mare Imbrium or such
It’s while they’re crossing they were toast
I fear were many dead
And scattered by the storm they all lost touch
But by and by they all found land
Alone they were, off course
Each family on its own in some strange place
But all resolved to make a stand
Some saw first time a horse
And thus rode down the dangers they would face
While others driven far and wide
Encountered hostile foes
Most found their new homes pleasant, warm and dry
And in the fights they picked the side
That won and so with those
Created cities that soared to the sky
And so Neanders conquered all
The lands both East and West
And North and South we ruled at our desire
We planted crops and in the Fall

The land was surely blest
In Winter’s cold we rested by the fire
Atlantis rose up from the sea
So fair, a wondrous place
Neander spread his genes upon the wind
All have our genes, from A to Z
We live in every race
And up till now ‘tis never that we’ve sinned
And so you see, my old dear friend
We’ve never disappeared
The valley of our birth our birthright still
We shall be with you till the end
Clean shaven or with beard
We’re here to stay, beside you, always will

President Obama said on Wednesday, 10 September, one day before the anniversary of the attack that killed 3,000 people on September 11, 2001, that he has ordered air attacks on ISIS in order to destroy them. Previous to that he said he would degrade ISIS to the point where they can be managed. Has he really changed his mind, or is he just following the polls that see him tumbling precipitously? If he doesn’t believe in what he proposes to do then it will fail. Everything in the past suggests that Obama believes he can manage the jihad, that these jihadi fellows seem to be a reasonable bunch who can be talked to, negotiated with, and an agreement reached that is fair to both sides. And why not? Haven’t they shown themselves to be reasonable fellows up to now?

They drink no wine, they aren’t toddy guys
They’re pure in spirit these jihadi guys
They’ve no compassion, show no mer-a-cy
They behead people just for heresy
They follow Allah, kind and merciful
And pile the bodies in the hearsy full
They cut off heads with their dull trusty knives
And prefer goats to their old rusty wives
They wear white robes and scarves to hide their face
But then of course we’d know them anyplace
Just by the dead look in their squinty eyes
And by the mercy in their flinty eyes
O thinks that ISIS can be reasoned with
Though lots of salt he’d need it seasoned with
Do I think little O can manage them?
Just bomb them once or twice then bandage them?
Do I think little O can pull it off?
Hell no I don’t, they’ll need a bullet off

Vladimir Putin, the big, bad wolf, gobbles up Ukraine and Barack Obama, the fraudster in chief, says he doesn’t really see any problem, and besides he’s meeting with NATO in a bit and they’ll decide what, if anything, to do.

Our Hussein admits to a passion
It’s fighting that gets his teeth gnashin’
When those less than smart
Demand that he start
His steely eyes promise a thrashin’
He knows it would just annoy Putin
Would certainly not stop the shootin’
Would just make things worse
No one will disperse
And just cause more laughter and hootin’
So just press that old reset button
In hopes that the big bad wolf glutton
Would just see the light
And do what is right
And let him just work on his puttin’
He knows that the Putin’s his daddy
And he is the big wolf’s boy caddy
And that he must smile
Lick boots all the while
And tremble in fear of big Vladdy

Speaking to the world assembly of Islamic scholars in Jeddah, Saud bin Faisal al Saud, the Saudi Arabian Foreign Minister, told his listeners that the Middle-East needs peace and co-existence more than ever and Saudi Arabia is ready to make sacrifices in peace negations with Israel. He said that Hamas was solely responsible for the Palestinian calamity in Gaza, and they must brought before the law. The imaginary Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, created by western oil companies and nurtured by western governments, has finally come to an end, with a plea to the Jews to save them. Constructed of tinsel and burbling froth, Saudi Arabia has taken the first step in returning to the bare, lifeless burning sands from which it sprang. They will not be missed.

I do not trust thee, Mr. Saud
I do not trust your smile so broad
I do not trust red fingers clawed
I do not trust thee, Mr. Saud
I do not like your friends as well
Just why that is, why I shall tell
I long to taste their rotting smell
I do not like your friends as well
Oh yes you say you love the Jew
If so that makes you one of few
And we know that it isn’t true
Oh yes you say you love the Jew
You wonder why so lately how
Despite Obama’s stately bow
Your days grow down so greatly now
You wonder why so lately how
And now it’s over Mr. Saud
Your kingdom always was a fraud
And when you go we’ll all applaud
And now it’s over, Mr. Saud

The Muslim terror group ISIS has created a well-equipped and dangerous army that has already defeated the Iraqi army and is in the process of defeating the Syrian army, in the process establishing a caliphate in Syria and Northern Iraq, boasting they will attack Europe and United States very soon The Joint Chiefs of Staff and Secretary of Defense Hagel have warned of the imminent and mortal danger from ISIS, Secretary Hagel saying that ISIS is like nothing we have seen before. I spoke to a liberal progressive Obama voter the other day and asked her about the ISIS threat and what did she think Obama should do about it. She thought a moment and said,

Well, since the fault is all on Bush
And Halliburton too
I don’t see why some want to push
The blame on you know who
Our president is just too smart
To not know what to do
He’ll put the horse before the cart
At least that is my view
Whatever happens over there
Is not our cup of tea
They kill themselves and I don’t care
It doesn’t bother me
There is no threat that they can make
And that’s the simple fact
And if there are some steps to take
Our president will act
It’s here at home our vision lies
Obamacare for all
And non-fat fryers for our fries
And phones so friends can call
Free college for just everyone
Free stuff for folks like me
We’ll have it all before he’s done
In this land of the free

Back in the days of the Cold War with the Soviet Union, the US devised a strategy called ‘Dense Pack” to ensure the survival of missiles in event of a surprise Soviet first strike. The dense pack consisted of a string of nuclear missile silos spaced very close together, the theory being that as Soviet missiles flew over the North Pole the first nuclear explosions would send up a cloud of debris through which the following missiles would have to pass, some being destroyed in the process, with the next nuclear explosions destroying more of the following missiles, and so on, resulting in the survival of American missiles downrange. But that was then. A dense pack now refers to a hall full of Obama supporters.

Lo info voters clearly lack
Ability to simply track
What’s going on both front and back
They are, of course, the densest pack
They follow every racist hack
Reject the learned, praise the quack
They think they’re smart but don’t know jack
They are, or course, the densest pack

The Federal Government is now monstrously immense, capable of moving entire groups of people in any direction they wish. And they have, out of misplaced compassion and fairness for the perceived underdog, persuaded an entire group of people that they were oppressed and ground under the heels of the white majority, to the extent that many within that group believe they have the right to loot and riot with impunity whenever they feel aggrieved. Lyndon Johnson planted the seeds with the 1960s Great Society, and we have reaped what has been sown. And in that reaping we have torn down the very fabric of our once vibrant, free, inclusive and productive society.

How did we come to this
That white folks cannot walk
In safety on our inner city streets
And why do looters think
My stuff belongs to them
Despite them given all those shiny treats
The 60s riots showed
That no one would be stopped
From looting and then burning down the town
A city blackout now
And instant mobs appear
With liquor stores the first be taken down
There may have been a time
When forceful measures might
Have shown that working hard to get your share
Was better than the dole
Or looting and the torch
But they’re oppressed and we’re just being fair

What was once a necessity has become a gigantic locust. Where once little girls toiled for starvation wages making artificial flowers, now the overweight and overpaid Government Employee union workers spend artificial hours doing artificial work. But government unions are part of government, and if the government is turned out then so can the government unions be turned out. Needless to say neither of the current political parties is prepared to pare the bloat or rock the boat, though for differing reasons. Eventually, as the country drifts further and further left, everyone will be a government employee, and everyone will belong to a government union, even the little girls toiling for starvation wages making artificial flowers.

Well before you take communion
Just be sure the priest is union
For you know there will be watchers in the pews
While the logger and the blogger
Spend their days in playing Frogger
No one gives a damn so long’s they pays their dues
When your spouse, be wife or hubby
Grows a tiny bit too chubby
Union fat police come calling at your door
And your union boss is hounded
By his boss as desks are pounded
And you’re forced to weigh in where you were before
Yes your union it will rule you
They will take great pains to fool you
Into thinking that they have your back as well
But they much enjoy the power
They have o’er you every hour
And your life if they so choose can be a hell
There is no place you can hide in
They will take you for a ride in
A big union van with Teamsters at the wheel
We’re all union Federales
Every day we go to rallies
Then we go to work to see what we can steal

On Thursday, 28 August 2014, Syrian al Qaeda soldiers drove up to a UN peacekeeping outpost on the Golan Heights manned by a handful of Fijian soldiers and demanded their surrender. The Fijians turned over their weapons and surrendered and were driven away, probably to a freshly dug slit trench where they now lay. The rebels then drove to UN outpost 69, this one manned by a small group of 35 Filipino soldiers. The Filipinos, outnumbered and surrounded, refused to surrender, and put up a fight. Next morning the Filipinos at outpost 69 withdrew into Israel, covered by the UN Irish contingent. On Saturday outpost 68, with about 40 Filipino soldiers, was attacked, and again the Filipinos refused to surrender to superior force. That night, after dark, after fighting off the attackers during the day, the small Filipino force walked over the hills to Israel and safety. The lesson is clear. The soldier’s creed, through the ages, is Death before Dishonor. The Philippines can be proud of their soldiers, who chose not to surrender but to fight.

Surrender? Never! Not today!
We die if die we must
We’re soldiers, we will not betray
Our country’s sacred trust!