In Anna Karenina, Tolstoy said that all happy families are happy in the same way, but all unhappy families are unhappy in their own way. Pace Tolstoy, there may very well be individual happy families, and individual unhappy families, but collectively, the human race has always been one big unhappy family, as a cursory glance at any non-progressive history book will tell you. When the anthropologists dig up an ancient grave and find the sword cuts on the bones and the jagged hole in the skull, that should tell you that we are very far from being one big happy family.

Why do they hurt us? the little boy cried
Why do we run from them, why do we hide?
His mother then hushed him, Be silent, my son
For we are but Christian, he Arian Hun
But that means he’s Christian, the boy softly said
Why would a Christian want Christians be dead?
He’s heretic, dear, only Christian in guise
While we are the heretic, son, in his eyes
The moon and the sun and the heavens all shine
On those who are hungry and those who well dine
For all are not equal nor thought to belong
We run and we hide because he is strong
He takes what he will from people like us
Who fill up the derelict wayfaring bus
That stops not for you nor it stops not for me
For such is the lot of the poor family

Europe has thrown open its borders to Muslim immigrants, 80% of whom are young men, many of them committed terrorists. Who would invite strangers who want to kill you into his home? Well, it has happened before. The Western Roman Empire and the Eastern Roman Empire both invited barbarian Goths into their homes and paid the price of extinction. And lest you think these things only happen to those far away in time and space, think again. It is happening before our blindfolded, denying eyes. Europe has exchanged its Jews for Muslims, substituting art and science and music for barbarism, but we are assured it will all turn out all right in the end. No one now misses Rome or Byzantium, and in measurable time no will miss us, because the world will be too busy trying to stay alive in a barbaric seventh century culture without science or art or technology. Europe is entering the twilight zone between life and death. There is still time, but the demographic clock has been advanced two generations. Where once the Muslim problem in Europe might have been solved without blood, it will now take killing on a massive scale for the Europeans to retain ownership of the ashes of their fathers and the temples of their gods. The victors, should they be the Muslims, will, in time, dig up an iPhone and wonder what it was and wonder who made it.

The Minister smiled gently and then said
The Muslim is like us, a peaceful folk
They only want a place to lay their head
And thinking otherwise is quite baroque
These migrants only want a better life
And we are proud to Europe they have fled
We welcome him, his children and his wife
We realize his homeland is now dead
And so they came and settled in to wait
In mosques built by the Saudis, Imam staffed
Preparing for the coming Caliphate
A grander Andalus that they would craft
The universities soon closed their doors
The theaters were set alight and burned
The scimitar soon settled all old scores
And soon erased was all that man had learned
Across the centuries of Western art
From Einstein, Kepler, Mozart, Newton, Bohr
And Pliny, Homer, Aeschylus, Descartes
And all bowed in obeisance to the Moor

The pundits argue that there are thirteen worldwide crises facing the West in general and the United States in particular, ranging from the Iranian nuclear weapons program to Muslim immigration of Europe to Yemen and Syria and ISIS, world financial meltdown, Russian expansionism, Putin, Chinese expansionism and so on. I will contend that the fourteenth crisis is the looming spectre of Obama seeking a third term as the nomination crisis in the Democratic Party winds its way to a Hillary indictment and collapse, and the polling numbers show the public repudiation of the fanatic Left by a majority of the voters. This Constitutional crisis will determine if the United States remains a republic or spirals out of control to tyranny and dictatorship, as predicted by Lord Macaulay over a hundred and fifty years ago when he said dictatorship follows as the night follows day when the public finds it has been handed the keys to the public treasury. The issue is further heightened by the distinct possibility of a major war beginning in the Spring or Summer of 2016, leading Obama to say it is too dangerous to change horses in the middle of the stream. You may recall that FDR won a third term on precisely that argument, and the slight impediment of a Constitutional Amendment will not stand in the way of Leftist tyranny. Nothing ever has. Leftist tyranny always succeeds until removed forcibly by determined men with guns.

For Barack the answer is clear
The time of his kingship is near
So sharp is the taste
No time will he waste
In seizing control without fear
Elected, his third term will be
The end of our blest liberty
Joe Stalin has shown
And so it is known
To tyrants we must bend the knee
Obama the First we all hail
Huzzanahs and cheers without fail
For him we all vote
No rocking the boat
A careless word lands you in jail

The Democrats believe they will inherit the Earth by importing vast numbers of plantation slaves who will vote for them in perpetuity. The Democrats are mistaken. When the plantation provides the majority of votes they will vote, not for Democrats, but for their own, and will build them palaces from which to rule, and fashion bejeweled diadems with which to be crowned.

The Palace shone with inner light
Of gleaming marble, scented wood
Behind the gated iron fence might
Where once the sacred White House stood
Inside the Emperor held court
His every word a curt command
Where ruffians of every sort
Carried out his least demand
Beyond the fence the restive crowd
Holden back by green shirt yobs
Pressed demands and pressed them loud
Screaming for their long lost jobs
All around them, taunting, jeers
Came from the illegals crowned
By the Emperor as peers
Of the citizens unbrowned
Open borders, welcome hands
From the South and Middle East
Came the hordes from foreign lands
Came the hungry to the feast
Open borders, streaming hordes
Come by foot and come by boats
Conquerors but not by swords
Emperors new crowned by votes

Middle Easterners in their millions are banging on the gates of Europe, demanding to be let in, and many in Europe are willing to comply, even knowing that to do so spells doom for their own Western society and culture. But they don’t care about Western culture and society, they believe that a Muslim Europe will simply imply the substitution of one religious mythological superstition for another, with nothing else changed. They are mistaken. In the waning days of the Roman Empire, with the Goths banging on the Hungarian Gate, an elderly Roman Senator was asked the reason for the collapse of a once great empire. The Senator thought for a moment, then said, “Carelessness.” And so it is today, though perhaps it is more ‘care less’ than’ careless’.

To some the world is like a drifting bubble
A child has formed with water and some soap
That carries off the cares and woes and trouble
That interferes with dreams of change and hope
They care not that their country is in danger
They think surrendering is just plain fair
Believing hate the friend and love the stranger
And if it ends not well they could not care

Some things are so and some things are not. We have learned, over the past six years, that what comes out of the White House is not necessarily so, that we must look not at what Obama says but what he does. When he says Iran will never have The Bomb, that is not necessarily so. When he says he has Israel’s back, that is not necessarily so. When he says victory is not an option, that one you can believe.

It ain’t necessarily so
That roses continue to grow
In the Mullahs’ soft hearts
As their hatred departs
No it ain’t necessarily so
Al Qaeda is finished, you know
And ISIS is done and laid low
Because tough Barack
Would cut them no slack
But it ain’t necessarily so
The Clintons all give him a glow
He loves Hill and not just for show
He wants her to win
And swears it’s not spin
But it ain’t necessarily so
Barack says when time’s up he’ll go
Give speeches, play golf and lay low
He won’t run again
He promised, but then
It ain’t necessarily so
Barack says the US his ho
He’ll stick it to her and then blow
There never was doubt
What he was about
And that IS necessarily so

In her journey from Goldwater girl to First Lady of Arkansas, from Whitewater to the White House, from Senator to Secretary of State to Deity, the country has not seen such drama since Stephen Decatur strode into a White House reception and to the cheers of the assembled guests lay the captured battle flag of HMS Macedonian at the feet of Dolly Madison. It is small wonder her acolytes adore her and a grateful nation demands she don the purple and reign as president forever.

Her acolytes adore her with such fervor
They do not care that she wiped clean her server
They care not that she took that Chinese money
Nor that she fondly calls her Huma honey
They shrug away her myriad disgraces
The odious and foul her life embraces
Incompetence to them a mark of favor
The whiff of criminality they savor
Flags laid before her speak of endless folly
As millions cheer and shout a Hello Dolly

We have for some time been in the grip of activists who insist we change how we speak because it is offensive to them. The University of Tennessee has agreed to the demands of a gay activist group and has issued instructions that students must no longer use personal pronouns like ‘him’ and ‘her’ and ‘she’ and ‘he’ because those pronouns are offensive to gays, lesbians and the transgendered. George Orwell, in his dystopian novel 1984, described how Newspeak worked to control people by making words mean something other than the truth. ‘Foetus’, for example, is the Latin word for ‘baby’, and was used by the medical profession as a convenient way of differentiating between a born and an unborn baby. The abortionists, however, succeeded in convincing a majority of the population that the word ‘foetus’ did not mean ‘baby’ at all, but that it meant ‘inert lump of non-living matter’. Language is always changing, and today the word ‘less’ is now used where ‘fewer’ is grammatically correct, and there are many other examples of the rules of grammar falling by the wayside, all of which makes it easier for Big Brother to introduce Newspeak words effortlessly into the public consciousness and for gay activists to determine that gender pronouns are offensive and must not be used. President Obama recently ordered the name of the Alaskan mountain Mount McKinley be changed to the native Inuit Indian name of Denali because the name of an American president was offensive to them, much to the surprise of the Inuits.

When is a name not a name?
When is a verb cause for shame?
A pronoun offensive to speak?
Renaming a native named peak?
The activist Left claims the right
To change what offends in their sight
The truth is now something to paint
In terms that will stifle complaint
We know in what way this will end
East Asia was always our friend

Ten billion years ago the oceans were covered with non-living, non-conscious algae, or so some would say. Some are inclined to believe that the algae, through uncounted and uncountable mutations, formed all subsequent life on Earth, while others scoff at the very idea. I spoke to some of those mutations the other day and most said that their ancestral algaeic DNA did indeed reside in all living things now inhabiting the Earth, while several skeptics said if that was the case then how come they never got mutated and were still algae.

The ancient seas were bloomin’
Knowing shortly they’d be human
And would climb the sandy beaches and breathe air
They looked forward to the time when
They would first be an enzyme then
Up the ladder step by step and they’d be there
God made first the salted oceans
But then algae had some notions
That syntheism is the farthest stage
Of the algaeic mutation
And that man had reached the station
Where he is at once pure nothing and a sage
Duty bound to have his pleasure
And his riches beyond measure
Even if those things are never really real
Just a shadow at the edges
The mutational mind dredges
And full circle doth the algae turn the wheel

Robert Frost wrote a poem in which he said that good fences make good neighbors. Several European countries are now building fences to keep the nearly all young male Muslim invaders out of Europe, fearing the worst. European Leftists cannot believe their view of the world is being upset by ragged and poorly educated Muslim peasants demanding to be let in to the land of the free meal, free housing and free paycheck, and have belatedly, against their will and better Leftist judgement of what is fair and honorable, begun the building of walls and fences. But we shall see if they carry through. Walled cities and walled castles were all the rage some time ago. We may yet see them again..

Fences and walls do the good neighbors make
Providing they’re stout and they’re high
With battlement towers not easy to take
And townsmen quite ready to die
For hearth and for home and the country they love
A moat filled with oil to inflame
A stoutly barred door with portcullis above
And lancers to close out the game
Castles are now back in favor at last
The horses replaced by the wheel
The knight’s chain link armor a thing of the past
Invaders trod by booted heel
The borders are open but only to those
With papers and proper ID
Or is all the talk of walled fences a pose
With Lefties in charge we shall see