Demographics is destiny, and demographics says, as clearly as anything can be said, that if present population trends continue, both Western Europe and the United States will have non-European majority populations in about two generations. In Europe the problem is Muslim immigrants and in the United States it is Mexican immigrants. It may be too late for Europe to avoid catastrophe. Sweden has already become a majority Muslim nation, and the rest is certain to follow. Catastrophe because Sharia law follows Muslim majorities, with Islamic fascism settling over Europe, where the descendants of the people who built the world’s greatest civilization, the people who gave the world art and music and science and medicine and technology are reduced to second class status in their own country, forbidden to own property, forbidden to send their daughters to school, doomed to watch their cathedrals and culture destroyed. To counter this catastrophe, the Europeans will raise up fascist dictators who will do what the current Leftist political elites will not do, which is to fight for the land of their fathers, thus ensuring another catastrophe, war to the death between Muslims and Christians that will make the Thirty Years War look peaceful. The non-white majority for the United States will not result in bloody religious civil war, and so will not be quite as catastrophic, except for those whites doomed to live in a third world country ruled by people from another culture and in another language.

But will all the trends continue
Will the immigration cease
Will the Muslims now in Europe
Give up war and turn to peace?
Will the European people
Come to see the threat in time
Or will European Leftists
Say resistance is a crime?
In the US will white people
Shrug and turn the other cheek
As the country changes color
And the language that we speak
Becomes Spanish out on Main Street
Signs say English spoken here
And our black and brown great cities
Harbor folks who live in fear
As the color coded turf war
Turns the neighborhoods blood red
And the few remaining white folk
Hunker down in fear and dread
But resistance groups will gather
Led by strong and ruthless men
Grow in strength and arms and fight to
Get their country back again
We have seen this all before when
Tribes invaded others’ land
And the issue that’s decided
Is just who it is will stand
When the horse-borne fearsome swordsmen
Ride in out the blood red sky
Do you fight or let your children
Cry in fear and wonder why

The Global Warming/Climate Change conference in Paris has just broken up, with the nations of the world signing on to promises that will lead to national economic suicide, despite the overwhelming evidence that there is no such thing as anthropogenic global warming. The global warming zealots will not give up, though some are now trying to blame the fish. A recent global warming study states that the Atlantic Ocean is witnessing an explosive increase in the number of phytoplankton, an increase caused by the decrease in the number of codfish, with the resulting increase in CO2 released by the phytoplankton responsible for an increase in the danger to the world from global warming. Got that? So now the codfish are to blame for global warming. When the fishermen of the Iberian Peninsula ventured west, beyond the fishing banks off Iceland, they found the cod along the coast of North America so numerous it was said you could walk ashore on the backs of the cod and not get your feet wet. Dried onshore into filets about the size and texture of a slightly edible wooden shingle, the North American cod, their existence held secret for many years, was in many cases the only protein the peasants of Europe could afford. Are we now to believe that by dying off the cod are responsible for global warming? Ichthopogenic? Why not? The planet has been warming for the last eleven thousand years, since the end of the last ice age, with periods of cooling and periods of warming, but always, since then, in the direction of warming. When Leif Ericson sold farmland in Greenland some eleven or twelve hundred years ago, Greenland was free of ice, and now it is covered with a mile thick blanket of the frozen stuff. Global warming, like Marxism, is a religion, and its adherents will not be dissuaded by fact. In the eyes of Obama et al, we are heretics, and they are preparing the auto de fe.

The wood is heaped, the match is struck
And such as we are out of luck
The flames are licking at our shoes
The winners win and losers lose
But phytoplankton save the day
They bloom and are again in play
And soon the sea is filled with cod
And walk we shall to shore dry shod

It is amusing to see the Democrat establishment line up and sing in unison, like blackbirds sitting in a tree, tenors, sopranos, contraltos, basses, politicians, press and actors, warbling away like what they sing is meaningful. Let a Muslim shoot up a Christmas party and the cry from the avian chorus is for gun control. Let a Trump call for a temporary restriction of Muslim immigration into the country until we know for certain there are no terrorists among the immigrants the screeching from the tree rises to a crescendo as the Leftist blackbirds simultaneously detonate their suicide vests.

Blackbirds sitting in a tree
Amusing themselves musically
By singing all the songs they’ve learned so well
In summer stock and on the road
At times hushed tones or blackbird code
Don’t watch or listen lest you break the spell
From time to time the singing stops
With fluttered, agitated hops
The chorus changes to an angry screech
For someone’s said a naughty word
And instantly the Leftist bird
Screams what is being said is pure hate speech
When all was said that immigrants
From Muslim countries take thee hence
Until we figure who was friend or foe
You’d think that Trump did recommend
We lay all Muslims end to end
And tag a DOA on each big toe
The blackbirds never change their tune
So shallow, stupid, so jejune
They sing to other blackbirds of their kind
They sit so smugly in their tree
Amusing themselves mightily
Not knowing that real people pay no mind

Obama believes it is immoral to hold prisoners of war in a five star hotel in Guantanamo, so he kills them instead. This is all to the good, though it deprives us of essential intelligence. Nonetheless, one can only applaud the strategy of the only good Muslim is a dead Muslim, and if Loretta Lynch wants to prosecute me for saying so then so be it.

The war that began when the fierce Muslim hordes
Swept out of the desert with red bloody swords
Then crossed into Spain and were checked by the French
And ever since then we have lived with the stench
Of Islamic terror and war to the knife
For Islam the duty to give up one’s life
For Allah and Islam is bred in the bones
For after the slaughter the martyr atones
And lives with his virgins in idyllic space
Both warmed by the love of the Prophet’s soft grace
The Muslim has killed us and held us at war
For many a year, fourteen hundred or more
They dream of the day of the white Mameluke
The dream will now end with a Mecca bound nuke

Syed Farook, a devout Muslim, and his wife Tashfeen Malik, also a devout Muslim, were elevated to the glorious state of Islamic martyrdom by slaughtering fourteen innocent and unsuspecting civilians at a Christmas party, leaving their six month old baby girl in the hands of Allah the Merciful. As police bullets crashed into him, Farook undoubtedly thought of the wonderful afterlife promised him.

The virgins waiting for him all
So young and undefiled
Celestial fields where he and all
His virgins can run wild
The soft warm nights in soft warm arms
‘Neath Allah’s smiling gaze
The murmur of the cooling spring
That fills his wondrous days
The Saudi universities
They promised with a view
He smiled and thought how wonderful
To go to Farook U
And read the Quran every night
And memorize the text
And contemplate the master plan
And wonder who’ll be next
To feel the scourge of Allah’s whip
The thought quite made him laugh
These fleeting thoughts as police guns
Wrote down his epitaph

The world is moving quickly to catastrophe, all as desired by the shrouded figures who put Obama in the White House. Shortly after Obama won re-election in 2012 I began writing, in these pages, that I was convinced that Obama would use an as yet undetermined crisis, whether real or created, to run for a third term. That crisis is no longer undefined, and is now upon us, and it takes three forms: the international situation that may well lead to a major war sometime in 2016, the second Islamic killings in American malls and other soft targets leading to martial law, and the third the orchestrated collapse of Hillary Clinton by an indictment by the Obama Justice Department. Any one of the three would be sufficient for Obama’s purpose, but it appears likely that all three are merging into one crisis opportunity for Obama. It is clear Obama will not be able to complete the destruction of the United States in only eight years, and so he needs more time to fulfill the wishes of his father and very likely the wishes of his mother and grandparents as well. Born a Muslim to a Muslim Communist father and a fellow-traveling mother, both of whom abandoned him, his maternal grandparents sent him to an American Communist, Frank Marshall Davis, to be educated. And he is doing what he was trained to do, and what he was expected to do. Count on it. It will all come down in the summer of 2016, just before the Democratic Party convention, and Obama will be nominated for a third term by acclimation, and he will win a third term by fear and fraud, and the American experiment will have come to an end. And there will be a sequel as the United States fractures into two separate countries. Fanciful? Yes. But in the course of human history the fanciful happens all the time.

The promise of eternal rule has beckoned
And all that stands before him, paper thin
Is just the words Amendment Twenty-Second
That says that no third term shall now begin
That two terms is the most that one can serve as
President of these United States
Obama though says more time he deserves as
He is the greatest of the country’s greats
And so he rules us now and for forever
An emperor and savior in his prime
He promises that he will leave us never
For he intends to rule a long, long time

Guts and valor are words not usually associated with inanimate objects, but ships are not inanimate objects. Ships are live, living things. Ships, as well as men, can be tough and resilient. Such were the ships of Battleship Row.

0755 SUNDAY, 7 DECEMBER 1941

A quiet, peacetime Sunday morning. Seven battleships swung gently at their moorings; Maryland, Oklahoma, Tennessee, West Virginia, Arizona, Nevada and California. Pacific Fleet flagship Pennsylvania was in drydock. When the attack came, half their crews were ashore, and most of the officers. None had steam up, for it was Sunday, and all was at peace. Except Nevada. Nevada had steam. Nevada could move. At the height of the attack, with burning and exploding ships all around her, already severely hurt by a torpedo to her port side, Nevada, under Lt. Commander Francis J. Thomas, senior officer aboard, broke out her big battle ensign and stood down the channel, heading for the open sea. Sailors on the burning ships cheered and threw their caps in the air, but Nevada’s gallant sortie was short lived. Five Japanese dive bombers laid her low, beaching her.

The battleships were ultimately raised and rebuilt, those that were salvageable. They rejoined the fleet, but the war had passed them by. It was a carrier war now, and the World War 1 era battleships were too slow, could not keep up with the fast carriers. They were relegated to fire support, and accompanied the Marines in their march across the Pacific, bombarding the beaches, their 14 and 16 inch guns trained on palm trees instead of dreadnoughts, declared unfit to do the job for which they were built. Until Surigao.

SURIGAO STRAIT, 0351 TO 0409 hours, 25 OCTOBER 1944

Vice Admiral Nishimura, with a force of battleships, cruisers and destroyers, was heading for the Leyte beaches and the soft-skinned, vulnerable transports, still loaded with troops. Standing across his path was Admiral Oldendorf, and six old fire support battleships, all but Mississippi on Battleship Row that Sunday morning in December. The other five were California, Tennessee, West Virginia, Maryland and Pennsylvania. Oldendorf put his weary old battleships in line ahead, a Battle Line, as battleships had fought since the 17^th century, and waited for Nishimura. At 0351 the big guns lit the sky. Oldendorf brought his big ships across the Japanese front, crossing the T, the dream of every admiral down the centuries, doing to the Japanese what Togo had done to the Russians at Tsushima nearly forty years earlier. The Japanese fought back, but when Nishimura turned away his battleships were gone, along with most of his heavy cruisers.

Surigao was the last battleship to battleship action of WWII, and very likely the last big gun surface action battleship fight the world is likely to see, and it was fought by ships that had been sunk at Pearl Harbor and returned to life. Ships, like men, can be judged by their deeds, and some, like the ships of Battleship Row, by their sheer stubbornness, their refusal easily to die. Ships, like men, are alive, and though it took the ships of Battleship Row almost three years, they gained their revenge in the only way they knew how. With their guns.

Torn by bombs, wracked by fire
They settled slowly to the harbor floor
Breathing their last, or so some thought
But not they
Rising, they joined their kind
Who scorned them now
As the young scorn the old
The slow
They did their job
Plodding the vastness of the central sea
Island to island
A supporting cast
Gaining no praise
No, that was for the young
The swift
The carriers
Until
Until
That blessed night
When called upon to be themselves
They were
Themselves and more

The Liberal/Progressives who now run the country and the culture charge that police are murderers and that the military are baby killers. They believe the fewer police and military the safer everyone is, not understanding that their safety is provided by the Provider culture, the police and firemen and military, whom they detest and despise. The wonder is that despite being detested and despised the police and the military nonetheless do their jobs, which is keeping everyone safe. But what happens if the providers of safety decide they will no longer risk their lives to keep safe those who detest and despise them? I well remember an incident in Philadelphia some years ago when an explosion and fire at a refinery killed eleven firemen, resulting in eleven Masses of Christian burial. The Provider class lives in the midst of the Liberal class, and protects them even though the Liberal class looks down on their protectors and are determined to create animosity and division between the Providers and the rest of the Liberal/Blue State/Blue City populations. What will happen when the divide is finally complete, and the Providers all live in Red States or in Conservative pockets of Blue States, and cities like New York and Detroit are left in the hands of its feral inhabitants with no one to protect them? Will the Liberals beg the Providers to come back? Not bloody likely. And I do mean bloody.

Blue cities wracked by tooth and claw
Beset by killers rage red raw
Denying need for force and law
With all Providers gone
Left to their fate the people quake
Behind locked doors with lives at stake
And begging God to let them make
It safely to the dawn

Muslim killers attacked a soft target in San Bernadino, California, yesterday, leaving fourteen dead and seventeen wounded. This will not be the last. We have a president who will not call them by name, will no doubt call yesterday’s massacre workplace violence, even though the killers were Muslim, and one of the killers, a woman now happily dead from police bullets, was a citizen of Qatar. The Leftist leaders of the Western world pretend to be on our side, but it’s all a mosquerade. Not content with ruling a dwindling European white population, they are intent on replacing it with third world immigrants, whether Arab or Mexican, After decades of killings and car burnings and violence in the Muslim immigrant banlieues, and within hours of the mass murder of 130 innocent civilians by home grown Muslim terrorists, French president Hollande announced that France would take in an additional 30,000 Muslim terrorists. Not to be outdone, President Obama followed suit by demanding the entry of an immediate 10,000 Muslim terrorists and the entry of another 200,000 before he leaves office, all while encouraging the tidal influx of illegal Mexicans into the country. Demographics tell the story. White women have renounced having babies, and within measurable time the United States and Western Europe will be majority non-white, the Western culture and civilization will be overturned, and the nanny state will be no more, along with democracy and everything else. And there does not appear to be a damn thing we can do about it, though there may be much blood shed in the short run.

After a time that quickly flies
After a major city dies
After the muzzein’s call to prayer
After the smiling folks from CAIR
Tell us that they are just plain folks
But warn of quick death for Allah jokes
And after the Mexicans take hold
Of all the Southwest they owned of old
And after they take all of the jobs
Reducing us to a life of Hobbes
And telling the Blacks they’re just like Whites
And henceforth will neither have the rights
They thought they would have forever more
The rights that their fathers fought wars for
Thus gaineth the Mosque, the Koran text
The Muslims all smile the wetbacks next
Byzantium West will slowly fade
And all because of the Mosquerade

Western Europe has invited hundreds of thousands of Muslim strangers into their house, and are now finding the strangers believe the house belongs to them. And viewing with satisfaction the Muslim murders of innocent civilians in Paris, President Barack Hussein Obama is intent on inviting into the United States several hundred thousand Muslim strangers, who will no doubt view their American hosts, as they view their European hosts, as beasts to be slaughtered.

Beware of strangers you invite
Into your home to dine
On steaks and chops and every bite
Washed down with good red wine
These strangers from another land
Another way of life
These strangers who would kiss your hand
And still conceal the knife
These strangers you have taken in
Grow stronger every day
And soon you are forsaken in
Your land where forebears lay
For now you find your stranger guest
Has one thing that he craves
And that is to fulfill his quest
To dance upon your graves