We are witnessing the destruction and death of Western European civilization, the cradle of art and science, because of unrestrained and pernicious multi-culturalism. The glue that holds any society together is language and religion. The scourge of multi-culturalism, which has gripped the West for many years now, insists that all peoples are alike, and therefore a multi-cultural society is not only a successful society but a better one, and to a degree this is true. The United States is a good example of a successful limited multi-cultural society, where various ethnic peoples were assimilated despite differences in language and religion. But the United States was and still is a limited multi-cultural society in that learning English was demanded of its immigrants and the immigrants were, in overwhelming numbers, Christians. The problem with unlimited multi-culturalism comes when people who are let in do not speak the language of the host society, and are not required to learn it, and who are, moreover, of a different and antagonistic religion. When such people are permitted or invited into a society whose culture is viewed by the immigrants as illegitimate, the nation, as the numbers of those immigrants increase, becomes threatened. Thus the recent flood of Muslim immigrants into Europe will ultimately result in the destruction of European society, since the immigrants have no language, cultural or religious relationship whatever with their hosts, and thus, when the Muslim population achieves numerical superiority, as they will due to declining European birthrates, they will change the European culture into their own distinctly different culture. In the United States, the Latin immigrants will ultimately learn the English language on their own, for their own economic advancement, but they are already of the same religious culture, and thus the immigration problem for the United States is not the destruction of the culture, but a political problem, in that the politics, but not the culture, will change significantly.

The siren song of cheap imported labor
Combined with multi-cultural decay
Will soon set a war neighbor ‘gainst neighbor
And those who have the will will gain the day
The Muslim immigrant knows he is fated
To rule in Andalus and he shall strike
To topple people passive, sick and sated
By dogmas that proclaim all men alike
And so the end is near for once great peoples
Who ruled the world by trade and law and guns
Who watch the Muslim burning of the steeples
And giving up as slaves their girls and sons

Millions voted for Senator Barack Obama under the very much mistaken belief that the election of a Black man to the presidency of the United States would bring an end to the difficult race relations that had grown in size and bitterness over the years. Instead of pouring oil on troubled waters, the elected savior proceeded to inflame race relations to a high not seen since the race riots of the 1960s. The disillusioned shrug and say there was no way they could have known, but of course there was, for many of us did not believe for one moment that the slick talking Black man was a hearer of hurts and unifier of races.

He charmed them all, the ladies most
The smile, the cool, the practiced charm
Bright hope and change was his proud boast
His message soft, with no alarm
As president he made the choice
That he alone defined the law
Disdain for whites was in his voice
Delighted he in rubbing raw
The cops when he always excused
Black criminals as being wronged
By racist cops who then abused
The innocent who just belonged
To people who looked just like him
And had a perfect right to live
Without the cops taking a dim
View of the gun and sharpened shiv
Found on the suspect as he ran
From the police when they arrived
Just as the robbery began
Two cops got shot, sadly survived
One thing I know that is for sure
Obama thinks that his side wins
His legacy will be race war
And he can’t wait till it begins

In mythology the raven is associated with death and destruction. The country, in its wisdom, has elected a black winged raven as president, and he has brought death.

Against the deep dark blue and purple sky
Against the cratered moon of palest pale
The shadow of the raven
May be seen with naked eye
But none who see the shadow tells the tale
For on the eyes of newly dead
The raven daily feasts
Cares not the raven that the head
Be human or of beasts
It matters not the eyes still blankly stare
From empty sockets bloody and picked clean
The shadow of the raven
Will be gone as never there
And yet will still be felt and still be seen

I remember my father almost every day, but since today is Father’s Day I thought I would write down some of the things I remember most.

The time I was a little kid
Seven, I would note
The kitchen and a block of wood
He built a toy sail boat
A kite he made me at that time
The frame some scraps of wood
Newspaper and an old worn tie
But could it fly? It could
Then later, I was older now
The piano, dinner done
He’d show me ukulele chords
With music, father, son
I close my eyes and hear him now
Each evening he would play
That old upright piano
In his own distinctive way
I see that old piano bench
He knew most every song
That ever had been written
Oh it seems a time so long
He left us on a winter day
Almost thirty years ago
We gathered by the mounded earth
The winter clouds so low
But I still see that kite and boat
Piano keys still play
I see him as he’ll always be
And miss him every day

As the Muslim gunman walked among the crowd in the Orlando nightclub, killing as he went, a terrified young woman lying on the floor texted her mother. Mommy. Call them. He’s coming. I’m gonna die. Now.

Will Orlando change anything? Probably not. Western elites have no problem with Islamic terror attacks on innocent civilians, for they do not believe there is anything Islamic about them. They believe, as does Obama, that the murders in Paris and Brussels and San Bernardino and Orlando were the crazed and random acts of the mentally disturbed, and their calm guidance will ensure a safe and calm future. Nothing will change them, except perhaps when they themselves are faced with a Muslim with an AR-15 who is intent on killing them. Only then will they understand that Now is different from the Future. When Judy Garland sang Somewhere Over The Rainbow she was singing of the future. The tornado was the Now, and the Now is coming.

The funnel winds that blow in circles fierce
Have torn apart the narrative and pierce
The certainty of all the West elites
That says that there can never be defeats
That liberals are right even when wrong
That time is never short but always long
That wealth and riches always will endure
And safety to the grave we will ensure
Yet slowly bit by bit the winds did shift
The icy wind of death and danger drift
Into the consciousness of those who danced
To rainbows as the pus filled boil was lanced
By savages who smiled as they said ciao
To all who thought the future was not now

Philadelphia will be the site of the Democratic Party’s presidential nominating convention in July, and depending on the FBI, it is unclear who will be the nominee. Hillary cannot shake the FBI and Bernie Sanders has vowed to fight on the convention floor, and with all of that the outcome is in doubt. Will she be indicted and if so will the Justice Department act on it? And if they do, and Hillary is asked by the DNC to withdraw in favor of Vice-president Joe Biden, will she do so or will she fight? I hope she is indicted and I hope she fights. I’m all for an entertaining Democrat convention, with the streets of Philadelphia full of tear gas and gang fights between the social justice warriors and Black Lives Matter.

The Democrats convene in Mr. Franklin’s Countrie Towne
Where Liberty resides in a bronze bell
And peaceful folk live side by side no matter black or brown
Vote Hillary if even in a cell
The gavel pounds, the noise abates, two nominations made
Indictment quashed, it’s Hillary and Bern
The race is on and delegates are very keen to trade
With Hill ahead of Bernie at the turn
Down to the wire, neck and neck, loud cheering fills the hall
A photo finish and it quiets down
The restive crowd is stunned to find that no one’s won at all
And cast about for one to wear the crown
Obama rises from his seat, a shouted, ”It’s the One!”
And says he’ll run again if it’s his fate
He says that after three or maybe four terms then he’s done
He’ll save the country if it’s not too late
Old Bernie screams he has the votes and will not stand aside
Bill Clinton takes the stage and calms the crowd
My wife, he says, has given all, with nothing there to hide
And while I love Barack he’s not allowed
Vote Hillary and I’ll be there, Bill Clinton said, and urged
The delegates remember ‘92
And hearing that the delegates all rose and fairly surged
Toward an old man who stood just out of view
The Party bosses took command and much to the surprise
Of all who thought that Hillary would win
The delegates with one accord awarded the great prize
To Biden who just grinned his goofy grin

God sits outside your house, in a black car, with the motor running.

Eternity is but a fraction of the solemn spin
Of bundled pinwheels of the distant stars
That fill the blackness of the void that God and we are in
A blackness matched by countless blackened cars
That carry us from birth to death to destinies unseen
The driver asking nothing in return
Along the way the driver says, his voice soft and serene
Now look about you, tell what you discern
You say the stars are brighter than the lights upon the lake
Where swans sing of the magic of the spheres
And what was crystal clear before is now dark and opaque
And what was once our joys is now our fears
And so it is, the driver says, the swans are never wrong
They sing of what you are and what you’ve been
We’ll sit awhile in this black car and listen to their song
And after which your journey will begin

The Dunning-Kruger Effect is an effect whereby relatively unskilled people believe their abilities to be much higher than they really are. We could also, with good reason, call this the Obama-Progressive Effect. The White House inner circle believes themselves superior to the rest of us simply because their parents belonged to the Communist party and the reflected brilliance rubbed off on them. The brilliance of the Obama administration is all around us, and bears witness to the culmination of seventy years of Leftist-Progressive thought in which the heirs of Marx are entitled to rule and design a world in which all risk and achievement is removed from the dull and stupid masses.

How glorious the words of Marx
Designed to dampen all the sparks
Of intellect among the common herd
Removing thoughts of enterprise
By placing there before the eyes
Of common folk the Glory and the Word
As written thus and handed down
To make sure life was blanded down
To make the peasants docile, weak and dumb
A helmet if you ride a bike
A warning sign on all you like
And all designed to keep you under thumb
No salt, no sugar, they will kill
To walk while texting takes more skill
Than peasants have and so it must be banned
We cannot say words that may hurt
We may not frown, we can’t be curt
And one false accusation gets you canned
The world is full of thought police
For thought’s disruptive of the peace
And we can’t be too careful what we say
Or what we do or what we think
Thank goodness though we’re on the brink
Of throwing all this PC in the bay

After a series of smaller killings by Muslims shouting Alluha Akbar, officially written off by the Obama administration as workplace violence, we finally have a terror act that cannot be smoothed away with comforting words about the religion of peace. One can only hope that the insanity of political correctness is coming to a bloody end.

Why do so many people say
That Islam’s not to blame
Demanding that we not think ill of those
Who kill the innocent, beheading
Them in Allah’s name
And laughing for the camera, strike a pose
Why must we hear from those who say
Do not overreact
That Islam is about god’s love and peace
And if we will but understand
And recognize that fact
Then incidents like these will surely cease
It’s time we set about the task
Of ridding from our lives
The PC madness that allows such things
As Muslims walking into bars
Intent no one survives
And killing people while the killer sings
His praises of his god most high
Who tells him he must kill
The infidel, be Christian, Jew or gay
The time has come to end this scourge
It’s time to have the will
To kill the vermin now this very day

I spoke to a Social Justice Warrior recently, and she grew indignant when I suggested that perhaps she was a bit intemperate in her choice of words. She heatedly denied being intemperate, saying she was only telling the truth and if I didn’t like it I could shove it.

I am an SJW
My politics will trouble you
For I believe that all of you should die
Diseases of a loathsome sort
Death sentence by an SJ court
I care not which it is and that’s no lie
Your breathing does pollute the air
Your living shows that life’s not fair
And if I had my way I’d kill you all
You white men with your hateful ways
You spend your nights and spend your days
Deciding how the rest of us shall fall
Well let me tell you you fat pigs
You’re living high in your plush digs
But we are coming and you will get yours
We’ll slit you up and slit you down
And hang you with a paper crown
And laugh as you crawl bloody on all fours
Oh yes you dog meat white trash scum
We’ll show you where we’re coming from
You’ve tortured and enslaved us long enough
When you are dead then we’ll be free
And after that then you will see
That SJ Warriors are fair but tough