It is disturbing to know that after more than six years of Barack Obama there are still those who think of him as God. Fred Kaplan at Slate writes that Obama has brilliantly backed Putin into a corner, and George Stephanopoulos recently badgered Donald Trump relentlessly, demanding to know why Trump did not defend the Deity when at a  Town Hall political meeting a questioner said President Obama was a Muslim. It is unclear why Kaplan would think Obama was winning, hands down, or why Stephanopoulos was offended by the suggestion that Obama was Muslim, for did not Obama Himself, in one of His ghost-written autobiographies, remark proudly upon His Muslim faith? What will future generations think of the reign of the God King, Barack the First? Will they be astonished to learn that many millions of people thought that it was He, Barack Obama, who had walked upon the waters?

If we survive, when we look back
We’ll wonder how it was Barack
Was ever thought to be a god
Whose every random blink and nod
Was thought to mark some brilliant thought
That peace on Earth is what he’s brought
So godlike that he fairly shown
In brilliance we had never known
He cast no shadow when he walked
And birds sang sweetly when he talked
The nearest thing to God on Earth
While lacking only virgin birth

The history of Man is one of pestilence and war, destruction and death, music and art, beauty and wonder. For every Nero there is a Cicero, for every death there is a birth. The history of Man is a tale of a succession of such wonders that fill the mind and heart with suffocating joy. Mozart, El Greco, the Parthenon and the Wright Flyer. The history of Man is the history of the mind of Man, shaped by the struggle to simply survive in a world that cared not if he lived or died. It is not our death that defines us, but what we do with our lives. And what Man has done with his life has led to wonders beyond compare, with more wonders to come, until the stars wink out and the universe is no more, for Man himself is the wonder.

Were the heavens filled with diamonds
Gleaming in the night-dark sky
And the sun a flaming orb of molten gold
And the moon and Venus beckoning
So close to touch the eye
Would the story of mankind be differed told?
Would our gods be of a different name
Our courses different laid
The hunters leave behind the bitter cold
And history a different tale
With endings torn and frayed
New faces on the statues or the old?
Suppose the oceans purest wine
And bread grew on each tree
Would man have worked and fought for substance sold
Had all been given food and drink
Without the asking, free
Would science, art and wonders then unfold?
The hunter and the gatherer
Who roamed the ice to live
Survived the saber-tooth by being bold
And handed down to us, his child
His finest gift to give
A brain composed of finest flaming gold

We all remember the Sudetenland, don’t we? Of course we don’t. Unless you’re old enough to remember Hitler and Chamberlain and the rest of the Western democracies watching helplessly as Hitler took what he wanted. The same thing is happening now. In 1938 Britain and France gave in and signed the Munich agreement that gave Hitler what he wanted and confirmed him in his belief that Britain and France would not fight, a belief that made WW2 inevitable. We are in a similar process now, with Obama meeting with Putin, the result of which will be another Munich agreement, with Putin and Russia being given permission to do and take whatever it is they want. The question is not what is it Putin wants, but will somebody have to fight him? If somebody does, that somebody will not be Obama. Because, really – what is the Sudetenland to us?

Mr. Putin is a very charming fellow
He smiles while shooting rapids killing bears
He seems a friendly chap, so warm and mellow
Despite his fearsome scowls and icy stares
His reasonable actions are no threat to
The peace in any form or any way
And if I were a betting man I’d bet you
That Putin would defend your right to say
That Syria is well within his right to
See that Assad remains upon his throne
And while he swears to God he will not fight you
He will of course shoot down the errant drone
Crimea is and always has been Russian
The Light Brigade made music, failed at war
While Eastern lands that once might well been Prussian
Since ‘45 were Russian evermore
The Baltic States were needed as a buffer
For no one trusts the Germans to be still
And be good friends, not make their neighbors suffer
With nonsense like the triumph of the will
So if Sudetenland must be invaded
The Russian army peacefully engaged
With good Sudetens cheerful and elated
We know it’s only peace that’s being waged

The longstanding risk that true democratization will lead to takeover by radical Islamists remains real; our ideals do not require us to commit suicide in this manner.-Francis Fukuyama. Well, at least Fukuyama got one thing right.

Democracy does not come from above, like manna, nor does it come from outside, either by persuasion or by guns. Democracy comes from inside, one man at a time, one tiny step at a time. Not even Pericles could turn Sparta into a democracy. Third World countries are Third World countries because the people are Third World people. Imposed democracy worked, at least so far, in post WW2 Germany and Japan because the people were First World people. It is not Sharia that keeps Muslim countries from becoming First World democracies, it is the Third World culture. Until that culture is changed there is no possibility of Muslim democracy.

The culture of the Muslim is derivative
The numbers we call Arabic they stole
From Hindoos at the height of Arab conquest
New slaves and gold and jewels their only goal
Recall for me the latest in inventions
That sprang from fertile, brilliant Arab minds
We cannot blame the people that they conquered
For living lives of Muslim melon rinds
To think that we could change them was so foolish
Our dead and wounded gave their all in vain
Just let them kill each other if they choose to
And if they cross the line inflict great pain

The world looks pretty good right about now to the president. All is working according to plan. And so it goes in the best damn administration and the smartest damn president the country has ever seen. Of course, I speak of President Putin of the Soviet Union, er – Russia. Can we protect the Baltic States? The Kaiser was once asked by a British diplomat what he would do if Britain landed two infantry divisions on the Baltic coast, and the Kaiser said he would arrest them. Does the United States still have two full strength divisions to send to Latvia or Estonia? We do not. Obama has reduced the combat readiness of the Army to two brigades, or less than one division, and he has enough time to fill those two brigades with lesbians and transgendered women. Just as well that we don’t get involved. I don’t want them arrested.

A Hyper-power, hyper-nation
Entered a deep hibernation
Until Putin dragged them out
Blinking in the snow
Down went Near Abroad and Georgia
Putin crafty as a Borgia
Then to West, a turnabout
Crimea with one blow
Ukraine now with fighter bases
Syria, he’s going places
What he does there is no doubt
The man does surely know
Obama is a weakling she-man
Putin knows when scowled at he ran
Circles with a scream and shout
His fierce face all for show
His army now LGBTs
With which he’s fine, and much at ease
Obama claims he still has clout
Because he’s Putin’s ho

Ad astra! To the stars! One day, perhaps sooner than we think, man will escape Earth and colonize the inner planets, and after that we shall explore what is beyond the stars. When our ancestors looked at the night sky they saw gods. When Cortez stood upon that peak in Darien and looked at the stars he saw the unreachable. Today, we look upon the darkness of the deep night sky and see beyond the spheres, to the farthest edges of the farthest beyond.

Within the spheres the glowing stars
Sang sweetly in the mind
Of Earth-bound man and showed the way
To shed the chains that bind
Him to the tiny blue-green Earth
That danced around the sun
As bound as he to stay the course
Until all time is done
Then came the science of the West
The moon was conquered first
And then the inner planets fell
To sudden fevered burst
We gathered then to catch our breath
Ad astra! was the cry
And silver ships and iron-hard men
Now pierce the star-filled sky

In Anna Karenina, Tolstoy said that all happy families are happy in the same way, but all unhappy families are unhappy in their own way. Pace Tolstoy, there may very well be individual happy families, and individual unhappy families, but collectively, the human race has always been one big unhappy family, as a cursory glance at any non-progressive history book will tell you. When the anthropologists dig up an ancient grave and find the sword cuts on the bones and the jagged hole in the skull, that should tell you that we are very far from being one big happy family.

Why do they hurt us? the little boy cried
Why do we run from them, why do we hide?
His mother then hushed him, Be silent, my son
For we are but Christian, he Arian Hun
But that means he’s Christian, the boy softly said
Why would a Christian want Christians be dead?
He’s heretic, dear, only Christian in guise
While we are the heretic, son, in his eyes
The moon and the sun and the heavens all shine
On those who are hungry and those who well dine
For all are not equal nor thought to belong
We run and we hide because he is strong
He takes what he will from people like us
Who fill up the derelict wayfaring bus
That stops not for you nor it stops not for me
For such is the lot of the poor family

Europe has thrown open its borders to Muslim immigrants, 80% of whom are young men, many of them committed terrorists. Who would invite strangers who want to kill you into his home? Well, it has happened before. The Western Roman Empire and the Eastern Roman Empire both invited barbarian Goths into their homes and paid the price of extinction. And lest you think these things only happen to those far away in time and space, think again. It is happening before our blindfolded, denying eyes. Europe has exchanged its Jews for Muslims, substituting art and science and music for barbarism, but we are assured it will all turn out all right in the end. No one now misses Rome or Byzantium, and in measurable time no will miss us, because the world will be too busy trying to stay alive in a barbaric seventh century culture without science or art or technology. Europe is entering the twilight zone between life and death. There is still time, but the demographic clock has been advanced two generations. Where once the Muslim problem in Europe might have been solved without blood, it will now take killing on a massive scale for the Europeans to retain ownership of the ashes of their fathers and the temples of their gods. The victors, should they be the Muslims, will, in time, dig up an iPhone and wonder what it was and wonder who made it.

The Minister smiled gently and then said
The Muslim is like us, a peaceful folk
They only want a place to lay their head
And thinking otherwise is quite baroque
These migrants only want a better life
And we are proud to Europe they have fled
We welcome him, his children and his wife
We realize his homeland is now dead
And so they came and settled in to wait
In mosques built by the Saudis, Imam staffed
Preparing for the coming Caliphate
A grander Andalus that they would craft
The universities soon closed their doors
The theaters were set alight and burned
The scimitar soon settled all old scores
And soon erased was all that man had learned
Across the centuries of Western art
From Einstein, Kepler, Mozart, Newton, Bohr
And Pliny, Homer, Aeschylus, Descartes
And all bowed in obeisance to the Moor

The pundits argue that there are thirteen worldwide crises facing the West in general and the United States in particular, ranging from the Iranian nuclear weapons program to Muslim immigration of Europe to Yemen and Syria and ISIS, world financial meltdown, Russian expansionism, Putin, Chinese expansionism and so on. I will contend that the fourteenth crisis is the looming spectre of Obama seeking a third term as the nomination crisis in the Democratic Party winds its way to a Hillary indictment and collapse, and the polling numbers show the public repudiation of the fanatic Left by a majority of the voters. This Constitutional crisis will determine if the United States remains a republic or spirals out of control to tyranny and dictatorship, as predicted by Lord Macaulay over a hundred and fifty years ago when he said dictatorship follows as the night follows day when the public finds it has been handed the keys to the public treasury. The issue is further heightened by the distinct possibility of a major war beginning in the Spring or Summer of 2016, leading Obama to say it is too dangerous to change horses in the middle of the stream. You may recall that FDR won a third term on precisely that argument, and the slight impediment of a Constitutional Amendment will not stand in the way of Leftist tyranny. Nothing ever has. Leftist tyranny always succeeds until removed forcibly by determined men with guns.

For Barack the answer is clear
The time of his kingship is near
So sharp is the taste
No time will he waste
In seizing control without fear
Elected, his third term will be
The end of our blest liberty
Joe Stalin has shown
And so it is known
To tyrants we must bend the knee
Obama the First we all hail
Huzzanahs and cheers without fail
For him we all vote
No rocking the boat
A careless word lands you in jail

The Democrats believe they will inherit the Earth by importing vast numbers of plantation slaves who will vote for them in perpetuity. The Democrats are mistaken. When the plantation provides the majority of votes they will vote, not for Democrats, but for their own, and will build them palaces from which to rule, and fashion bejeweled diadems with which to be crowned.

The Palace shone with inner light
Of gleaming marble, scented wood
Behind the gated iron fence might
Where once the sacred White House stood
Inside the Emperor held court
His every word a curt command
Where ruffians of every sort
Carried out his least demand
Beyond the fence the restive crowd
Holden back by green shirt yobs
Pressed demands and pressed them loud
Screaming for their long lost jobs
All around them, taunting, jeers
Came from the illegals crowned
By the Emperor as peers
Of the citizens unbrowned
Open borders, welcome hands
From the South and Middle East
Came the hordes from foreign lands
Came the hungry to the feast
Open borders, streaming hordes
Come by foot and come by boats
Conquerors but not by swords
Emperors new crowned by votes