The United States, in the person of Hillary Clinton, Secretary of State, has told the government of Liberia that they must change their religious and cultural beliefs about homosexuality or lose financial aid.  Liberia has been our friend in Africa, and this is just another example of the Obama administration’s policy of embracing our enemies and spitting on our friends. And Hillary of all people, giving this ultimatum, Hillary Clinton, around whom the stories of her young female lover have never gone away. Well, maybe it takes one to know one. We’ll know those stories are true when her husband grows a beard. Verse-afire has come into possession of her speech to the homophobic Liberians.

Let’s get together all us guys

Come in and sit a spell

We’ll tell you and it’s no surprise

That we all wish you well

It’s just that we don’t like the way

You’re treating some poor folks

Who just because they’ve been born gay

They must endure the jokes

That sometimes turn to viciousness

And feelings do get hurt

Because of some maliciousness

And voices sometimes curt

So in the future our advice

To you is that you must

Be honor bound to treat them nice

Or you will lose our trust

We know this goes against the grain

Of centuries of trends

But think of all that you will gain

When you make gays your friends

For one thing you’ll be better dressed

Your dancing will improve

And you’ll be gay and not depressed

You’ll be right in the groove

As Sec of State I can attest

That gayness is the life

With Bill the beard, that’s been the best

Of being Billy’s wife

A liberal progressive moron comedian can say the vilest thing about a conservative woman and no one cares, and if a conservative complains, he is told to lighten up, it’s only comedy.  A liberal can say anything he wants to say, the viler the better, and no one responds in kind.  Why not?  Why doesn’t the right respond to liberals when liberals say the most vicious things about them?  It’s because conservatives believe in being civil, in not lowering themselves to the level of the Left.  But that is a losing proposition.  When you don’t respond in kind the general public, which has an IQ somewhere around room temperature, believes the lies are true.  Not responding is a loser’s game.

I met a man who said to hang

A murderer was not

A thing a civil man would do

Because ‘twould mean the pot

Would then be just the same as those

Foul kettles that we hate

And then he smiled and walked away

To meet his loser’s fate

A woman said to kill a child

Was worse than she could stand

Just thinking of it made her cry

But on the other hand

She felt it was a woman’s right

Despite her firm held views

To kill her child because she had

A woman’s right to choose

These people think they’re being fair

To not combat or fight

The leftist culture when it dares

To make a wrong a right

They’re not inclined to take a stand

No argument to state

And so they smile and walk away

To meet their loser’s fate

The time is fast approaching.  Israel will attack Iran before they get the bomb, but the Iranians have already nuked up with purchases from Pakistan and North Korea.  They are waiting only for the Israeli strike to uneash a defensive war the West, and the United States of Barack Obama, will see as wholly justified. Tel Aviv will be destroyed, but in return Iran will be no more as Israeli nuclear tipped missiles respond, the twelfth Imam remaining hidden out of fear for his life. The only question is, is this the end of the movie?

In the darkened space the empty seats

Seemed shadows in the gloom

While in the pitch black something stirred

In the projection room

A click, a whirr, and came to life

A far off silver screen

And fuzzy figures moved about

While playing out the scene

A swarthy man with sword held high

Swung hard a fearsome blow

Then grinning held the head up high

For all the world to show

In scratchy sound, the music bleak

Vast armies marched in time

While overhead the missiles raced

As crowds cheered on in mime

A mushroom cloud then filled the screen

The flash in black and white

As grinning figures flashed the sign

That they have won the fight

The movie stopped as broken film

Showed figures frozen fast

In postures set in concrete

For as long as time will last

As with a roar the empty seats

Were filled with rough debris

And buildings all around came down

As from the nearby sea

Israeli subs released their birds

Who flew both straight and true

And led the few survivors

To the Ark in two by two

In Dante’s Inferno, the ninth circle of hell is the last, the hell of traitors, who are encased, not in fire, but in ice. And who is more deserving of being encased in ice than the coolest guy in town?

Thus guided by the spirit mind

I left the circle eight behind

And there before me did I see

Foul traitors bound in misery

By chains of guilt and bonds of wrath

Accused of selling what they hath

Of trading in their country’s soul

Their torment racked as distant toll

Of somber bells announced the death

Of traitors who with dying breath

Cried out in horror and in shame

That they had only played the game

I watched as giants held aloft

A president, who crying soft

Was lowered into binding ice

And frozen solid in a trice

A sec of state stood on the ledge

As giants moved her to the edge

And weeping she was hurled below

As others took their place to go

I turned away as one by one

The traitors paid for what they’d done

Back through the circles I did pass

Through ice and fire, flame and gas

Emerging once again on land

Where good men deigned to make their stand

Where sun and gently falling rain

Again blessed this, our fruited plain

If Obama is re-elected, we will need to find a soft place to land, if at all possible, for he will have been re-elected to destroy the United States as it is and has been, destroyed in order to raise up a new country in his Marxist image, ruled by the radical Left, our freedoms gone, our country gone, perhaps forever.  If Obama is re-elected we will need to find a soft place to fall.

Are we still falling, three years in

Do we know really where we’ve been

Harking  to Obama’s siren call

We need a soft place to fall

We have been driven to the brink

No time to cry or even blink

He’s put us up against the wall

And we need a soft place to fall

This coming Fall will tell the tale

He wants our freedoms all to fail

His very shadow casts a pall

And we’ll need a soft place to fall

The world is in crisis, and we have an administration that has no clue as to what to do beyond kicking the can down the road in hopes something will turn up. The Middle East is about to blow itself up in a nuclear Armageddon, and we do nothing to prevent it. It was said post Sarajevo that the lamps burned late in the Chancelleries of Europe.  They burned late and then they went out for four years, never to be relit.  Five Empires perished during those four years, the Turkish, the Russian, the Austro-Hungarian, the German and the British, though the British Empire hung on for another war.  Fortunately, the lamps at Foggy Bottom are not, in the present crisis, burning late. Hillary, our best Secretary of State EVAH, never turned them on.

Oh my, she cried, just look at this

It’s such a lovely light!

Just see how bright and cheerful things now are

With Barack as our president

All things will turn out right

We’re fortunate to have a shining star

Who knows apologies will calm

The fiercest Muslim heart

And food will make the North Koreans smile

He leads not from the front because

He loves to play the part

Of team guy which he does with wit and style

Iran will soon nuke up and then

The holocaust begins

But what’s another million Jews or so

Compared to what we’ve done to others

Counting all our sins

We can’t complain if others hoe that row

We here at Foggy Bottom have

It all under control

Our lamps are on and things are looking bright

We’ve signaled to just everyone

That peace will be our goal

I’ll turn the lamps off now and say goodnight

Hillary Clinton, our greatest Secretary of State ever, has gathered a group of diplomats in Tunis, calling themselves Friends Of Syria, to convince the Syrian government of Bashir al Assad that they are not friends at all, but determined to drive him out of office. Of course, they don’t intend to use force, that would be too scary. Soft power, leading from behind, that’s the ticket. The Middle East is in turmoil, soon to be nuked up from Saudi Arabia to the Atlantic ocean, all because the Obama administration has not a clue as to how to resolve the mess it has created. And so we wait, as the proverbial flightless fowl return to the coop.

How they cowered in the bushes

Hidden deep inside the shade

Of the overhanging branches

Both bedeviled and afraid

We must all hang tough together

Said the nation’s foremost mind

We shall lead you all to safety

From positions far behind

Then a small voice from the benches

With a quiver said, “I think

That if we send him a letter

Of displeasure then he’ll blink.”

Then the sky began to darken

As they flew in, newly loosed

From the bushes cries of horror

“It’s the chickens, home to roost!”