All young women are beautiful, but some take your breath away. Such a one is my granddaughter, twenty-three now, no longer the pretty teenager but a sophisticated, gloriously beautiful woman of the world

The smile will always be the same
The little girl on grammom’s lap
When all of life for her a game
Until it’s time to take her nap
She grew so quickly, time sped by
She rode her bike and climbed our tree
Her prom dress made her grammom cry
And now she’s grown-up, twenty-three
A thing of beauty and a joy
A laughing, loving woman child
The life before her but a toy
A plaything tamed from forces wild
To her the future is a land
Of promise filled with golden days
With sugar plums at every hand
And dreams that count the many ways
That life before her may play out
That as a child she could not see
Yet as she grew we had no doubt
And now she’s grown-up, twenty-three

Reality is an illusion, and so is delusion. Reality is not real, in the sense that it is predictable and inevitable. For Napoleon at Waterloo the reality was that he should have won, but actions have consequences, and consequences have actions. The delusion of Marshal Ney that Quatre Bras was strongly held and he was walking into a trap, and the delusion by Marshal Grouchy that Blucher was retreating, led to defeat. History is often a struggle between the two illusions of reality and delusion, with unanticipated consequences far into the future. The delusion of the Progressives in believing that the illusion of reality is real leads them to philosophical extinction, only to be replaced with another illusion. Why did the gods put Sisyphus, the king of Ethyra, to pushing a boulder up a hill for all eternity if not to teach us humility?

The reality of illusion
Is the cause of much confusion
As theorists believe the wrong one real
For Sisyphus the boulder
Grew in size as he got older
But in truth illusive time made him congeal
The Progressive belief system
Had set goals but always missed ‘em
For they reckoned not the gods were still at play
They believed they had the answers
But like careless gandy dancers
They see not the coming train nor step away

The family gathers ‘neath the tree
And carols ring so merrily
All waiting for the Christmas feast
And hoping that at very least
Dear Santa would have come last night
And left with present bag now light
We think of Christmas snow and ice
And of the tree that’s trimmed so nice
The presents heaped by fireplace
And lastly think that it’s God’s grace
That makes the day a special one
The birthday of His only Son

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL

We tend to think of ourselves as freewheeling free spirits, rolling down life’s highway, the route laid out, with the goal always somewhere up ahead. But the truth is, we are all passengers in a wayward bus, travelling down a lonely road that seems to have no end, past cornfields and tract homes, past malls and gas stations, none of which seem real, for in truth we never stop to see if the corn is ripe or if the kids in the tract houses are playing stickball in the street, never stop to see what’s on sale in the mall or never seem to need to stop for gas.  We’re just passengers, along for the ride.

The bus is filled with those like thee
The driver undefined
The destination well may be
Just simple peace of mind
We take our seat when we are born
And ride the lonely road
Past shopping malls and fields of corn
Each mile the once light load
Gets heavier as we proceed
Down troubled life’s highway
So great the load the love we need
Seems not to come our way
But that’s because we do not see
Through dirty windows fogged
That there is One who waits for thee
As all the miles are logged
Yes, God’s the driver of the bus
He shows to you the way
He does not scold, He makes no fuss
If you care not to stay
At any time if you so choose
You may depart the road
And leave the bus with naught to lose
Except the heavy load
That God has given you to bear
That takes you to your goal
That keeps you in God’s tender care
And your immortal soul
You leave the bus to your great cost
For toll roads driven fast
And at the end you find you’ve lost
By thinking it would last

Lindsay Graham, polling at minus zero, has packed it in, leaving only one hundred and forty two candidates standing on the crowded stage, though there is only one headliner, one spotlight, and one curtain call. Do we really need more debates?

Oh the RNC says you and me
Should see some more debates
Where guys with polls just full of holes
Lip tangle with the fates
And hope the mike will lightning strike
And fighting words emerge
A stirring call that thrills the hall
And gets a one point surge
Oh the GOP says can’t they see
That if it’s Trump they choose
We’ll lose the prize, it’s just not wise
To vote for Trump and Cruz
The voters say out of the way
We’re tired of guys like you
Guys who declare that it’s just fair
To let the Lefties do
Whatever they might do or say
So long’s we get our share
Along we play most every day
And well why should you care?
The people speak from week to week
Poll numbers tell the tale
That weekly bump for Donald Trump
Just drives Reince Priebus pale

When little Barack Hussein Obama entered into first grade his declared religion was Muslim. But do we know for certain whether that religion was Sunni or Shia? Certainly his loving embrace of Iran would seem to indicate he considers himself a Shi’ite, but then he bowed to the Sunni Saudi king, so his religious and political affiliation may still be in question. This ambivalence may explain why President Obama has decided he was just along for the ride.

He’s spent his full term by the side of the road
Hitchhiking, his thumb in the air
Alone in the world like a latter day Joad
The Grapes Of Wrath heavy to bear
The Kenworth slows down, air brakes hiss, it’s his ride
Obama climbs into the cab
And only then sees there is no one inside
Just him and a dog, a big Lab
Who smiles and says okay Bud where to today
Obama says you can decide
I care not at all, please just take me away
I feel like my world has just died
I’m torn by the sight of these religious folks
My brothers in case you don’t know
I want to say friends can I buy you all cokes
And turn it all over to Joe
The dog said a Kenworth can make your hurt less
But know, friend, it’s useless to hide
I know, said Obama, the world is a mess
That’s why I’m along for the ride

Barack Obama has set the Middle East aflame and then sat back and watched it burn, his policy of leading from behind bearing bitter fruit. Bu tis the fruit bitter to Barack Hussein Obama? Is he monumentally incompetent or is the destruction of the West and the restoration of the Islamic Caliphate his goal? Adolf Hitler, in the glory years of the Rhineland, Anschluss and Munich, remarked that he was like a somnambulist, walking unerringly through European history. Obama is no sleepwalker. He is a hitchhiker, a passenger in a careering eighteen wheeler, caring only that he is going where his parents and handlers have determined.

At night bright diamonds line the road
Defining time and space
A road the great Obama strode
Though at a snail-like pace
Obama knew not blacktop nor
The tractor-trailer screams
Of air horns and the diesel roar
That permeates the dreams
Of hitchhikers with upraised thumb
Just looking for a ride
Obama loved the steady hum
Of traffic by roadside
The air brakes hiss, there’s engine heat
He’s in, in nothing flat
And then he sees the empty seat
Where once a driver sat
It matters not to this good man
That goals in fact recede
The Arab Spring, Afghanistan
He cares not if we bleed
Incompetence is just a show
He knows what has been planned
The hated Western world must go
And he the guiding hand
And so he rides the lonely nights
A passenger to fate
The highway flashing in the lights
Hitchhiking to  Hell’s gate

With public prayer being purged from our schools and sporting events, what will happen when all the players named Kareem and Muhammed decide to face east before the game and kneel and touch their foreheads to the court or field. When the Christian clergy are no longer allowed to lead the team in prayer, and are banned from locker rooms, will Imams be forbidden as well? I believe we all know the answer. When the national anthem is discontinued before games because it is offensive to legal and illegal aliens alike, whose anthem will be allowed? The millennial generation of Americans knows next to nothing of the history of the West let alone the history of their own country. Whose history will their children be taught?

It’s risen slow, the soft warm tide
Unnoticed by the mass
Of busy people who decide
To just let those things pass
Why bother if the kids can’t pray
Aloud in public school
Time’s past a prayer would start the day
But then a rule’s a rule
But if minorities object
And claim their jealous god
Rules everything to great effect
Why then we give the nod
Accommodation is our creed
Not sacred wine and bread
Fulfilling every wish and need
Of those who want us dead

In the year 622 AD, or the year 1 in the Islamic calendar, Mohammed fled Mecca for Medina, thus creating the two holiest cities in all Islam. It would be a pity to lose them, but the world would be better off if we turned them into modern American cities.

When Allah whispered in his ear
Mohammed, son, let’s make this clear
Do this for me and I will make
Of yonder sea a Muslim lake
Your progeny shall rule these lands
If you but leave these burning sands
And conquer worlds in my behalf
Forbidding all the golden calf
Instructing infidels to cast
Their sons in fire for the past
Offenses they have done to me
The Lord of all from sea to sea
And so was born to bitter fate
The once great golden Caliphate
Where Muslim princes turban crowned
Bestrode the world whose very ground
Was deemed to be the Prophet’s own
And from such land was carnage sown
As it was then so it is now
The Prophet’s men will show us  how
To kill as well as how to die
And so it’s time to say goodbye
To holy cities they hold dear
Destroy them not, no never fear
Just make of them a welfare state
And watch them crumble to their fate
Rename them Detroit, Newark too
Then wall them in and toodle-oo

Few people, and none of our leaders, are aware that 1177 BC saw the collapse of what was, at the time, the most advanced civilization on the face of the Earth. That collapse brought forth a new civilization headed by Carthage and later Rome, so the collapse of Western civilization will not bring an eternal void, but a new world civilization, which will probably look more like 1177 AD than anything familiar to us today. Fewer white babies are being born today in the United States than black and brown babies. In the United States and Western Europe more white people die every year than are born. In two generations Americans of White European heritage will be a minority in their own country, with citizens of a Third World culture running the government

When citizens of Mexico
Vote in the USA
Do not expect their votes to go to thee
For they will vote for those they know
It’s always been that way
And with majority then we shall see
That soon White people will be forced
To choose where they shall live
In Canada or enclaves gated shut
Their taxes fully now resourced
And all they have to give
To fund the welfare state no matter what
White people that once built this land
And led the world in art
And science and technology as well
See deserts now returned to sand
And while they do their part
In time the country’s doomed to third world hell