Bob Woodward, who gleefully brought down a Republican president, has made the ultimate mistake: he criticized a Democrat president, categorizing Obama’s decision not to deploy the aircraft carrier Harry S. Truman to the Persian Gulf because of the sequester as Madness. For this he was informed, via email, that HE WOULD REGRET IT! Woodward, in an interview with Wolf Blitzer, another Obama lapdog, revealed the threatening email, but refused to name the sender, and insisted Obama could not have known about it. Which reminds me of the good old days when a long time Communist apparatchik was rotting in jail on Stalin’s orders and lamenting, “If only Stalin knew!” The apparatchiks, whether Stalinist apparatchiks or Obama apparatchiks, cannot, must not and will not believe that their god knew of the injustice, and that if he only knew, why then  the doors to the cell would be instantly thrown open.

So Woodward’s threatened by someone

Just who he will not say

Who told him some were well disposed

To see that he would pay

For something false he wrote in haste

No sourcing and no quotes

Demanding that he quick retract

And turn in all his notes

Thus causing Bob to shake with fright

Protesting he was true

Insisting it was a rogue act

Obama never knew

It is reported that the Venezuelan dictator Hugo Chavez has died, his last words a whimpered “Please don’t let me die.” How fitting. The man who jailed and murdered his political enemies could not face the death he had ordered for so many others. He was not a very big murderer, not in the league of Stalin or Hitler or Mao, but was more of a buffoon, a lightweight tyrant by any measure. But a tyrant he was, and for a time he wore the crown of pseudo emperors and kings, and like all who before him wore a crown, in the end the crown availed him not.

The tyrant’s crown so lightly lies

Upon smooth brow and smiling eyes

It’s gleaming gold in sunlight glows

In beauty measured by the rose

And yet doth he who wears the crown

Record the days that wind him down

Until the time of one last breath

When gold will not forbid him death

Anti-gun legislation is brewing in many states, driven by the anti-gun, anti-second amendment radical progressives, and a counter movement is afoot trying to convince the gun manufacturers to boycott the states that pass anti-gun laws by refusing to sell them guns and ammunition. This is doomed to fail, because of the imperatives of market forces. If Ruger refuses to sell guns and ammo for the police forces of an anti-gun state, then Glock will.

My name is Glock

I’ve guns in stock

And lots of ammo too

If I don’t sell

Then who, pray tell

Will line up in the queue

To sell to States

Who give rebates

To gun and ammo buys?

We know their names

We know their games

We know who are those guys

It’s Colt, perhaps

Those Ruger chaps

Beretta lines up fifth

Boycotts don’t work

“Cause of that quirk

Called Markets, Adam Smith

We sail the universe, drifting slowly among the stars, unaware of the larger universe around us. And like ships, we encounter gales, and heavy seas, but somehow the ship of life survives.

The rolling sea

The howling gale

The shore alee

The stricken sail

The crashing waves

The struggling ship

No God who saves

But Devil’s whip

The ship is rent

No mercy gives

Nor winds relent

And yet she lives

On a long ago summer day, sitting in the sun, a ladybug chanced to light upon my knee. She rested there, apparently content, and as I watched the sunlight play on her spotted wing covers, I wondered what she was thinking, what her plans were for the rest of the day. Eventually I concluded she had no plans and wasn’t thinking anything. Kind of like our president.

So still she sits upon my knee

Intent on her affairs

No sign there was that I could see

Of stress or other cares

But I was sure she came to me

For help in some regard

I thought perhaps the maple tree

At bottom of the yard

Held danger for her in some way

Some monster lurking there

To set upon her at her play

But then thought, who would dare?

For lady is a fearsome threat

To aphids and to mites

And if I had to make the bet

I’d say she’d win most fights

And as I deeply thought these things

So quietly she stirred

And flipped the covers on her wings

So rapidly they blurred

And with a tiny buzzing sound

She took then to the air

Content, I’m sure, that she had found

A friend who would be there

To see her through the parlous day

Her species often see

And offer, when she comes my way

To rest upon my knee

A sizeable portion of the electorate has settled into the idea that Obama is their daddy, giving them phones and welfare and free health care and maybe even the keys to the car once in a while. But another name for political daddies is dictator, or caudillo, or czar or caliph or something. But this country does not elect caudillos, not intentionally at any rate, though some believe Obama plans on being president for life, which is pretty much the same thing as caudillo. Obama has taken some major steps on the road to caudillohood, his contempt for the Constitution of the United States barely masked, like his decision that he has the authority to kill American citizens by drone attack. But like I said, we don’t elect caudillos.

No we don’t elect caudillos

No one likes those ugly things

Much too like those armadillos

Give me emperors and kings

Royal purple is my color

Golden crowns and marble thrones

Simple presidents are duller

‘Ceptin’ when they’re flying drones

The Radical Left has redefined the dictionary, where words no longer mean what they used to mean.  Truth is now falsity and falsity is now truth. Everything is now reversed. The government tells us that we are in a contracting expansion in the midst of a jobless recovery. We are told that borrowing one trillion dollars every year does not mean we have a spending problem. The government fixes, massages, manipulates and otherwise distorts the truth to show that the inflation rate and the jobless rate are much lower than they really are. But that is normal operating procedure for the Left. Words are simply another weapon in the Left’s never ending war against us.

Blue is red and red is blue

True is false and false is true

Wise is stupid, stupid’s wise

Lies are truths and truths are lies

White is black and black is white

Night is day and day is night

We cannot speak, or have our say

There’s nothing real, it’s all for play

Do as you’re told, we know what’s best

And now we lay you down to rest

Barack Obama is a man who has never held a job in the private sector, a Marxist community organizer whose job required that he never take action by himself, but urged others to take action together, and he has carried this philosophy into the White House with him. The result of his policy of inaction, of removing the United States from the affairs of the world in order to advance his goal of destroying the economy and armed forces of the United States, is the chaos that now reigns throughout the world, and will soon spill over onto our shores. Yet all is calm in Washington DC. The press are solidly behind the president, and as far as the Democrats and the press are concerned, the ship of state is on a steady and confident course. So I guess all is well.

Sail on, O noble ship of state

Our commodore, Barack the great

Has set a course for greener fields

While in his sturdy left hand wields

A force of lower power yields

On which he rests our fate

He scorns to take at value’s face

The fact that should his trust misplace

And little folk now have the bomb

He will with smile and cool aplomb

Contend ‘twas worse along the Somme

And exit with some grace

For he will say ‘twas not his fault

He tried with might and main to halt

Iran from nuking Tel Aviv

And even now he can’t believe

That honest Muslims would deceive

And spread his wounds with salt

Ah well, now that the deed is done

And of survivors there are none

And lands lay waste and crops ablaze

And burned out cities in the haze

Obama, in Earth’s final days

Plays golf, he needs some fun

The Global Warming people never give up.  When the asteroid passed us by a whisker a few days ago, trailing meteorites that flashed across the sky, causing windows to blow out in Russia, a CNN anchor asked a meteorite expert if the meteorites were the result of global warming.  Such is the world in which we live- ignorance of the simplest things is accepted as the norm, and the stupidest questions are given respectful answers, so long as the ignorance and the stupidity are on the part of our betters.

Asteroids and meteorites

And magic from the sky

That cause the booms

To shake the rooms

That make the babies cry

But not to worry we know what

Is causing skies to storm

It’s CO2

By me and you

That’s causing Earth to warm

There’s a lot of talk these days about the imminent decline of the West in general and the United States in particular. I believe the first mention of imminent decline was found in a cave painting in southern France. Empires grow sclerotic and decline; democracies do not. Democracies are self-cleansing. The democracies of Western Europe will cleanse themselves of the non-elected bureaucrats who run the European Union, and the American voting public will cleanse themselves of the Obama catastrophe.

Since I’m in my declining years

And rid of my once youthful fears

I find the prospect of decline

To be a little short of fine

But on the whole I can’t complain

My life has been good in the main

I lived when honor was the way

That men and women lived their day

When presidents did not tell lies

And games we played could end in ties

The country was much better then

And better still will be again

The present always looks so dark

The prospects always seem so stark

But we’ll survive we always do

We’ve miles to go ‘fore toodle-oo