A SALUTE TO A NOBLE TOM TURKEY
THANKSGIVING 2015

The man crept near, a hidden axe
And gave old Tom a couple whacks
Old Tom lay stunned upon the ground
His worth a nifty buck a pound
Buck naked then into the pan
High heat the skin to crinkly tan
The family here from near and far
Arriving both by train and car
We all agreed we much enjoyed
The festive day, joy unalloyed
And what with cole slaw, coffee, pie
Tom gave to us his life, while I
Reflected on the yearly fest
And knew that we were truly blest

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ONE AND ALL

Today, a few days before Thanksgiving, a Turkish Air Force F-16 shot down a Russian SU-24 that violated Turkish airspace. During the Russo-Turkish war in 1877 a comical song called Abdul Abulbul Amir was heard in the London music halls, relating the battle between the Turkish hero Abdul Abulbul Amir and the Russian hero Ivan Skavinsky Skavar. We may rest assured that Putin will retaliate, but how? I would imagine it might be much like the epically comic battle between Abulbul and Skavar, which I relate below, but with a change in lyric.

A Turk F-16 has just lined up his shot
And brought down a plane with red star
And Putin then cried
I’ve a man true and tried
Whose name is Skavinsky Skavar
For Putin has teamed with the Syrian side
In spite of the disdainful sneer
From that bearded old man
With the unnatural tan
His foeman, Abulbul Amir
Skavinsky Skavar turned the cheers into groans
As he fiercely tamped down the last cheer
And faced down the lout
Who had ended the bout
It was Abdul Abulbul Amir
Then Putin loud cried that the die has been cast
It cannot be changed or denied
And Skavinski Skavar
Flashed his terrible scar
As he strangled Abdul till he cried
They wrestled all night, ‘twas a terrible fight
Obama first hung back in fear
Then with fierce flashing eyes
He stabbed both the thighs
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
The war was thus won by the deed of the One
And Putin was crowned the new Tsar
Then they plied him with wealth
And they toasted the health
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar

Why is it that Islamic terrorists can be in plain sight yet can plan and execute surprise terrorist attacks on innocent civilians? We know they’re there, but we can’t see them because we prefer not to. People who insist that Islam is a religion of peace, and that Islam has nothing to do with the terrorist attacks in Paris that killed one hundred and thirty people and wounded many hundreds more, or the attack in Mali or any other bloody Muslim terrorist attack, simply refuse to walk down the alley and see what there is to see. The Secretary of State, the ineffable John Kerry, said just the other day that the Muslim attack on the office of Charlie Hebdo in Paris last January that killed eleven people was legitimate, thereby giving legitimacy to all Muslim terrorist killings. The Muslim killers live at the dark end of the street not because it is particularly dark back there, but because Western authorities have declared it to be dark.

They live at the dark end of the street
Invisible to the Elite
Who much prefer to think that they
Are simply peaceful folk by day
Who spend their nights in song and dance
A joy to have in la belle France
Or in the USA as well
Invite them to come sit a spell
And if from time to time there comes
A massacre so bad it numbs
The senses to a state of shock
It isn’t here, it’s down the block
Be not afraid, we won’t retreat
It’s just the dark end of the street

The president has stated, on more than one occasion, that ISIS was not a serious threat, and that taking a couple hundred thousand Muslim immigrants from the Middle East into the country will be perfectly safe because he will insist on foolproof vetting, and only peaceful folks truly fleeing death and oppression will be set among us, This despite the fact that the Director of the FBi says there is no possibility of vetting any of them.

The president again maintained
He had the buggers well contained
And that is why, he then explained
The war is going well
They’re not nice folks, that I agree
But are not Islam, cannot be
For Islam’s gentle as the sea
With hardly wave or swell
The war’s not the kinetic kind
We must engage them with the mind
In time we’ll forge the ties that bind
We have a lot to sell
Excuse me please I have a call
Some immigrants shot up a mall
Beheaded kids against a wall
Stuff happens, what the hell

France is not a stranger to violent politics, to sudden overturns of the political structure. In the aftermath of the Paris attacks by Muslim killers, French President Hollande sees his principal duty to the nation, and to the political structure to which he belongs, the denial of power to the nationalist leader Marine Le Pen, for he knows that following closely behind the nationalist views of Le Pen is the war-making views of General Curtis LeMay, whose B-29s burned to the ground one Japanese city after another.

The President of France will not be hurried
Into armed conflict but he must be worried
That opinion has been changed by Muslim killers
As surely as those Herculean pillars
Came crashing down to fill the floor with rubble
Which Hollande sees the major cause of trouble
Le Pen will take the fight right to the center
Of Muslim killing fields and she will mentor
The Muslims on the art of wholesale killing
The Middle East blood red with Muslim spilling
The Western way of war is not for actors
The bearded men with AKs just not factors
Le Pen, LeMay will quickly ring the curtain
On Muslims who think Western weakness certain

Obama is determined to import 100,000 Muslim immigrants from Syria and the Middle East every year, despite the overwhelming anger of the American people at the very thought of doing such a dangerous thing. Yet Obama will do it, at least as long as he is president, because it fits his agenda for weakening and ultimately destroying the United States as desired by his Muslim Communist father and Communist mentors and handlers. We know for certain that when he was enrolled in school in Indonesia he was enrolled as a Muslim. He has not changed.

The young man moved along the moving tide
Of people fleeing war, a place to hide
To Greece and Turkey, and then on to France
In Brussels he was offered there the chance
To join the cell in place across the sea
And so to North America flew he
To open arms from Imams who, he learned
Were training cadres to see cities burned
He trained with AKs, gave his life to God
When orders came he gave a smile and nod
The restaurant was full of life and sound
He left the car and in a single bound
He burst inside and swept the tables clear
With AK bursts that silenced all the fear
That greeted him as he burst through the door
And then he paused and calmly waited for
Police to come and calmly blew  his vest
And finally the carnage came to rest
The White House flacks said that these said events
Were random acts of workplace violence
That we must not think Islam is at war
A lonely man, depressed and nothing more

Small blown glass objects have been discovered in Mesopotamia in five thousand year old strata. Glass making continued to be an art craft for thousands of years until the British invented rolled plate glass in the nineteenth century, and it is this Christian invention of rolled and float plate glass that is used in buildings throughout the Muslim world to this day. For this reason, and because the Muslims seem determined to remove all traces of Western culture, civilization and technology from the face of the Earth, I propose that we begin by taking away all their plate glass windows. For starters.

I love the sound of breaking glass
I love the smell of leaking gas
The trembling Earth as missiles pass
Their shadows casting shade
I love to hear the screams and yells
The sudden bursting of the shells
As arty turns slums into hells
And no one’s hand is stayed
I love how fiercely Mecca burns
Medina, Riyadh wait their turns
And in Damascus one soon learns
The piper must be paid
I love the way the broken glass
Shines oh so brightly in the grass
With none to say alack alas
The corpse of Islam laid

The dead and wounded in the Paris attacks are not the first Western dead in the war Islam has declared on Western civilization, but they may very well be the deaths that finally convinces the West that it cannot co-exist with militant Islam, that it is now us or them, one or the other. One of us will die and one will live, and which it will be depends entirely on the willingness of the West to defend itself and to utterly defeat a mortal enemy determined to kill us.

We’ve seen this all play out before
Seen Muslim corsairs come ashore
And kill, enslave and loot and burn
Seen Muslim armies in their turn
Destroy great cities, conquer all
The Christian dead at Allah’s call
But history had turned at last
And Muslim wars things of the past
The West ascendant, science, art
The military ripped the heart
Out of the Muslim feeble breast
And laid the Muslim threat to rest
A brother we could never be
We are the Other Muslims see
And so they waited, knowing well
That Western weakness would foretell
The rise of Islam once again
The question not an if but when
The when is now, the time foretold
To gather all in Allah’s fold
They press us searching out for fear
They kill us for the time is near
The Caliphate will soon be born
Despite the deaths that surely warn
Of coming war unto the death
It’s them or us till final breath

The military style ISIS attacks on Paris Friday evening should, but probably won’t, convince the EU weenies that throwing open the borders to hundreds of thousands of ISIS fighters posing as refugee immigrants is the road to national suicide. The European Left will not change, and things will get progressively worse, with larger and larger attacks across Europe, culminating in a rising of the uncowed European population and the killing or forcible deportation of every Muslim man, woman and child in Europe. ISIS exults in its victories over unarmed civilians, but is unaware that the White Man, when his blood is up, is the most ferocious killer the planet has ever seen. The day will come, and shortly come, when the Middle East will return to desert, and the few surviving Muslim women will lament in keening anguish at what their menfolk had unleashed.

The Muslim kills the old and weak
The unarmed, unaware
And laughing, bids the dead to speak
In Infidel god’s care
A concert in a Paris hall
An old man on a cruise
Shoppers in a gun free mall
The Kurds, the Christian Druze
They do not see the raven flocks
Gather in the skies
Waiting for the ticking clocks
To feast upon the eyes
Of dead young men in bearded pride
Who lie in peaceful death
Horizon to horizon wide
And now belong to Seth
The god of the black burning sand
That now consumes them all
Dead at the rage fierce White Man’s hand
At the last muzzein call

To continue the insanity now infecting our college campuses, the flap at Yale is different from the protests at Missouri in that the Yale disgrace was not racially motivated, but driven by elitist white paternalism. The protests started with a Hallowe’en photo showing faculty members dressed in Mexican sombreros, a photo that resulted in a firestorm of invective and outrage by the mostly elitist white students who claimed the photo was hurtful to the sensibilities of students of Hispanic descent, and was not to be tolerated, claiming that the photo denigrated as well all minorities, who did not deserve to have their feelings hurt. Some ugly words were directed at various faculty, cast about by yuppie white students from affluent Connecticut suburbs, who believe they stand between the inferior students from low-income families and a racist and insensitive faculty, each one of whom, incidentally, being uniformly elitist Lefties themselves would slit their wrists before being racist or insensitive. One wonders if those inferior affirmative action students from low-income families feel they are being condescended to.

A photo of some very large sombreros
Depicting Hallowe’en by faux toreros
Elicited outrage from Yalie yuppies
Who screamed it did offend the little puppies
Whose sensibilities were made to suffer
And thus made all their lives a good deal rougher
The yuppies pride themselves on being noble
And coming to the aid of those less mobile
Minority kids wondered why a Yalie
Would be outraged while condescending daily