Get used to it. The country is no longer a Constitutional Republic, it is a popular democracy, where the law is whatever the majority of the people say it is. The last vestige, the Electoral College, under attack for many years, will disappear in favor of the presidential winner being the candidate having the most overall popular votes. Popular democracies always tend further and further to the left until they wind up as Venezuela or worse. Popular democracy always ends in dictatorship, authoritarian or totalitarian. There are more votes at the bottom of the food chain than at the top or in the middle, and the bottom dwellers always vote for whoever gives them the most money, goods and services from the public treasury, and they tend to keep those people in power. Hugo Chavez was not an anomaly. The election of Donald Trump will only delay for a short time the transformation of the country to third world status. The election of Hillary Clinton will ensure a rubber stamp Supreme Court and complete the transformation of the United States.

The Constitution is no more, Supremes a rubber stamp
And Lady Liberty just shrugs, extinguishing her lamp
The mob, the activists in charge, the Balkans is their goal
Divide the country into groups, large numbers on the dole
Whose votes propel the country down the path long since defined
By countries as they’ve left the law and thereafter declined
Two hundred years and more we’ve stood, a beacon in the night
The Left has won, the law is moot, we now turn out the light

Everything has antecedents. Consider the world today had Carthage conquered Rome and razed it to the ground, putting its inhabitants to the sword and fire, the city of Rome salted and disappearing forever as did Carthage at the hands of Scipio’s grandson. There would be no such religion as Christianity, the history of Europe would have been completely different, and the present so different as to be unimaginable since hardly any Europeans living today would ever have been born. What would the United States of today be like had there been no American slavery? Hardly anyone alive today would have been born due to the 600,000 young men who died in the Civil War not being alive to marry and have children, the women they would have married marrying different men and having different children. There would have been no Willy Mays or Louis Armstrong, and Greensleeves would still be a Top Forty hit. We can, however, imagine a world in which Gavrilo Princip did not shoot and kill the Archduke Ferdinand, unleashing a World War that saw the rise of the Soviet Union and the collapse of the German, Ottoman, Russian and Austro-Hungarian empires. Had there been no World War 1, there would have been no Hitler, no World War 2, no Stalin, no Soviet Union, no Mao and no Communist China, no Korean War, no Viet Nam, no atom bombs and no hydrogen bombs. The world of 2016 without the world of World War 1916 would have been quite different than it is. Would there have been a 1920s jazz age in the United States? Doubtful. Jet aircraft? Doubtful. Would there be wars and rumors of wars? Absolutely. Would there have been poverty and unrest in most of the world? Absolutely. History is very clear – nothing changes but the details.

The past is past and now is cast in stone
But past was once the future still unknown
And history is but the writing of the might have beens
Had only future destinies been shown
We think the past predestined, set by fate
And written in a book by verse and date
That those who’ve gone before were well aware of future sins
That all would become clear if we but wait
The present is the past but yet to come
What’s gone before is added to the sum
Of all the many losses and of all the many wins
That tell us where we are and where we’re from

A society that degenerates into madness has not long to live; Medical science claims that within five years it will be possible to transplant a uterus in a man that will enable him to get pregnant. So the next time you tell a liberal to go f**k himself, he just might.

Barbarians are at the gates
And what are we to do?
Comply with feminism’s hates
That come up for review
No longer bathrooms girls and boys
And now we’ve pregnant men
Experiencing all the joys
Of labored birth and then
Lactating painfully at best
As baby cries for milk
And howling at a hairy chest
Like others of his ilk
The feminists sit back and smile
Revenge their cup of tea
As men get pregnant all the while
They still stand up to pee

We are all racists now. Every white s-o-b of us. The EEOC has recommended an investigation into the allegation of intolerable racism committed by a white man who wore a cap to work with the iconic Revolutionary War flag flown by the US Navy, a flag depicting a coiled, segmented snake, with the legend, Don’t Tread On Me. The EEOC did not toss the complaint and the complainant into the wastebasket, they took it seriously. Such is the tenor of our times. All it takes to open an official investigation is one person making a ridiculous complaint of racism, and the wheels of government grind a man who wears a hat with a Revolutionary War flag on it into the dust.

Together must we racists stick
Or separate we hang
The other side is very slick
They claim to have a pang
Of sheer discomfort when they see
A flag that they despise
A look’s enough to make them pee
With hatred in their eyes
They know the government’s with them
They know that just a word
From any addled looney Dem
No matter how absurd
Will launch a punishment to hurt
The poor white innocent
And grind poor whitey in the dirt
They truly do resent
The presence of us white folks here
In land they claim their own
But surely they must sometimes fear
The hatred they have sown

On the morning of 16 December 1944, German guns opened up Operation Herbstnebel, Autumn Mist, Hitler’s counter-offensive designed to smash through the lightly held Ardennes, cross the Meuse and take Antwerp, isolating the British Army and fracturing the alliance. It didn’t quite work out that way, but life has a strange way of unfolding. An enlisted man in the 106^th Infantry Division, the Golden Lions, was taken prisoner, along with many hundreds of others, and sent back to Germany. His name was Kurt Vonnegut, and he was in Dresden when it was firebombed. Vonnegut was put on a detail collecting the burnt bodies, and the result was Slaughterhouse Five, required reading to this day. So you never know if a seeming catastrophe is in actuality a once in a lifetime chance for success. Is Donald Trump’s catastrophic several weeks where he fell ten points behind Clinton in the national polls? Or is this the catastrophe that propels him to the presidency? Is this Austerlitz or Waterloo? We will know the Tuesday after the first Monday in November.

The Donald, rocked back on his heels
Once confident that all his deals
Turn out to much advantage him
But now he’s face with sink or swim
He’s in the big leagues now my friend
And we shall see how it will end
He’s up against the reigning champs
The Dems have staffers in their camps
Who know how campaigns should be run
Know what it takes to see them won
Contrast the Donald’s solo flight
That sees him knifeless in this fight
His only chance is to convince
The voters that it’s been long since
An honest man has held the reins
And felt the economic pains
Of honest folk who’ve lost their jobs
And sickened by the hostile mobs
That chant that whitey’s got to pay
For what was done one yesterday
We need a campaign smartly ran
But can the Donald be that man
Can Donald take us to the dance
We need the miracle of chance

Forty years ago Van Morison recorded a whimsical song, the tag line of which was Let Your Laughter Fill The Room. The line is no longer whimsical. For thirty years now the Left has been slowly taking away, salami slice by salami slice, our constitutional right to free speech. It matters not that you tell the truth, what matters is that someone is not offended by what you say. The president of Harvard lost his job because, in answer to a question as to why women do not do as well as men in science and math, he said it was because men were better at science and math than women were. Women faculty in the audience fainted and grew hysterical, unable to hear the truth. And so he was fired. In our universities, other protected victim groups demand, and get, safe spaces where they need not hear words they deem offensive, a category that includes most words in the English language. A man can lose his job with a casual and inoffensive remark that offends someone in the many victim classes now determining what we can say and what we cannot say. Free speech is a thing of the past, and will get worse. The First Amendment is the guarantor of our freedom, and it no longer applies to anyone not belonging to a recognized and officially designated politically correct victim group. We are not permitted to laugh at the stupidity and the absurdity of political correctness, for the stupid and the absurd are now in charge, and the destruction of the white male is their goal.

Let the sunshine of free speech
Brighten up the stygian gloom
Laugh at all pc in reach
Let your laugher fill the room
Laugh at those who claim safe space
And deride the ones who fume
That mere words are out of place
Let your laughter fill the room
Laugh at fake left victim groups
Laugh as their dark shadows loom
Scorn them, call them leftist dupes
Let your laughter fill the room
White men cast the shackles off
Show them we postpone our doom
Trample them to dust and then
Let your laughter fill the room

We have lost our way, and have left the bright side of the road for the shadowed and sinister dark of the progressive mind. Black Lives Matter, a domestic terrorist group that fosters race war by ambushing and killing police officers, is praised by the president of the United States and invited to the White House. The leftward slide from what we were to what we are now is gathering speed, and soon, if we do not return to the lighted path, we will die.

We’ve traveled long since Valley Forge the bright side of the road
We’ve welcomed in the tired and poor to share the heavy load
We’ve fought for freedom here at home and all around the globe
We’ve never dressed our leaders in a royal purple robe
We’ve led the world in science and invention and the arts
And lately we have led the world in crying bleeding hearts
Who’ve changed our way of thinking of the nature of a man
From free men to dependency on the progressive plan
Dividing all into disparate and unequal groups
Of victims and oppressors and the chosen and the dupes
We’ve traveled down the Leftist path that many tyrants strode
Let’s kick the bastards out and walk the bright side of the road

It is being reported that General Motors is now gluing its cars together, apparently because it’s cheaper than welding or maybe because cardboard is cheaper than steel. To be fair to Government Motors, they are probably building the cars out of composite materials now instead of steel, so gluing is the only option, unless they try sewing. In any event, if General Motors is run like every other government entity, I foresee trouble ahead. I spoke to a man who had just bought a glued together GM car and he shook his head sadly and said,

All seemed okay just off the lot
The salesman said it wouldn’t rot
Like rusted steel was surely like to do
But in the carwash, sad to tell
She came apart as pieces fell
Off every place hot water met the glue
The carwash people they were kind
They gathered all that they could find
But still I’m missing parts unfound as yet
I called the White House to complain
And I was told that in the main
It was my fault for getting it all wet
Insurance does not cover rain
And I don’t fear a little pain
But my next car I’m surely gonna lease
Till gummint cars can do just fine
And hold together rain or  shine
And gummint workers know what’s glue from grease

We are nearing the end of the second term of President Barack Obama, and it is well that we look back on how he got here.

Deep in the barren frozen lair, beyond the starry realm
Beyond belief, beyond compare, so steady at the helm
The ruler of all he surveys, a man of many styles
Barack the First, of magic ways, Prince of the Misty Isles
His castle built of tinseled lies, a moat of lawless acts
Where courtiers to no surprise, spin forth uncertain facts
In darkened corridors of stone, lay bodies cold to touch
They dared to speak in vulgar tone, or love him not as much
As is decreed from banners hung without the castle walls
Demanding that bronze bells be rung to chanted muezzin calls
Deep in the gloomy Misty Isles, the Magic Negro works
At lists of names that he compiles, where deadly treason lurks
He plans destruction for the land his parents clearly loathed
But time is running out of hand, so only partly clothed
In princely garb of silken rag, of ermine and of wool
His emblem on his battle flag, the feces of a bull
He left the Misty Isles by train, to huzzahs and to raves
And thus began his two term reign, his house once built by slaves

Lots of guys have owned the world, at various times and in various places, yet that ownership was not only ephemeral, but largely unnoticed by the presumptive subjects of the owner, be it Caesar or, laughably, Putin. Vladimir Putin appears larger than he is because he is fortunate to be compared to pygmies. In my own lifetime I have seen three such owners of the world, Hitler, Stalin and Mao, beside whom Putin is a cartoon character, wrestling bears and causing tigers to tiptoe softly around him. Does Putin have Hillary’s emails? Of course he does, and so do the Israelis and Iranians and Chinese and North Koreans and precocious schoolboys. Is Putin trying to get Trump elected? To even consider such a question is to accept the panicky Democrat talking points as even plausible. If anyone hacks into the computerized election results to steal the election it won’t be Putin, it will be the Democrats, who have a long and storied history, dating to JFK, of stealing elections. They are good at it, and I suspect that the missing voters who didn’t vote for Romney in 2012 actually did vote, but had their votes erased electronically. Paranoid? Damn right. But as the man said, just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you. Josef Stalin said the people who cast the votes decide nothing; the people who count the votes decide everything. No method of voting is safe from fraud, including paper ballots, but paper ballots at least have the potential to be more honest than every other method. Electronic voting machines are much in use, and much hacked, the votes manipulated to suit the needs of the hackers. The best thing about voting machines that send the voting data to a central server, according to a Democrat friend, is that the votes are there to be counted any way you want them counted, so easy it is to break into the servers and manipulate the totals. He winked and said, “But of course we would never do such a sneaky, underhanded thing.”

The Dems come out attacking
The guy they want sent packing
The guy that Putin’s backing
Because they know the score
Adept at vote hijacking
In ballot boxes packing
In recent years it’s hacking
That wins the race for sure
The server locks they’re cracking
They’ve ducks lined up and quacking
Pub totals they’re unstacking
And placed in the Dem store
The RNC is wracking
Their brains at the shellacking
And cry as they’re unpacking
Their victory once more