Category Archives: Verse

The Climate God

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NASA satellites have recently collected real and reliable data on the upper atmosphere, and found, as anyone with a half working brain could have told them, that the computer models that predicted global warming were absolutely and completely wrong. The upper atmosphere was not holding heat in, as the global warming scam artists would have you believe, but allowing the heat to escape into outer space, thus proving once and for all that global warming is untrue. Not that it matters to the people who almost pulled off the greatest money making scam ever. It doesn’t matter what NASA says or what the satellites find. Global Warming is a religion, and its adherents will not be swayed by evidence that their god is dead.

The climate is changing, the science is done

Regardless of facts that it’s not

And even if proven we’re warmed by the sun

They’d not change their minds by a jot

The icebergs are melting, the bears in decline

The seas are all rising a lot

And even if proven the bears are all fine

They’d not change their minds by a jot

The air is polluted with carbon you know

It’s hard to know just what we’ve got

But even if proven the air’s fresh as snow

They’d not change their minds by a jot

They’ll not change position, they swear they won’t fold

Insisting it’s gonna get hot

And even if proven we’re gonna get cold

They’d not change their minds by a jot

For climate’s their god and fair Gaia they’d heal

With their god cleaning up all the rot

And even if shown that their god is not real

They’d not change their minds by a jot

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Turkey On Toast

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Tayyip Erdogan, the Prime Minister of Turkey, has caused the resignation of most high ranking members of the Turkish military by efforts by his government to prosecute certain members of the military for subversion, all in an effort to re-create the secular Turkish military into an Islamic military. Will purges and show trials on the Soviet model be far behind? I believe it was Molotov who once said the purges were simply a means of disposing of a bad sandwich.

When Uncle Joe just felt the urge

He wrote down names that he would purge

And sobbing generals heard their fate

And trembling heard the time and date

And so it is with Erdogan

Who says the generals erred again

By talking softly of a coup

Some time ago, around 02

It seems some things just never change

The sandwich falls within the range

Of killing all or killing most

With Turkey sandwich now on toast

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Mighty Croesus

It has been said that money is the root of all evil, but it is not. The lust for power over others is the root of all evil. Croesus, the King of Lydia, was the richest man in the world, yet he lost it all in a quest for power, when he found that all his gold availed him not.

What is that which I should turn to

Mighty Croesus asked the sage

Have I gold that men should dream of

Have not books on every page

Blazed my name in crimson letters

Boldly drawn and edged in rime

With such wealth from yon Pactolus

River’d gold bequeathed by time

Gold is gold, the sage did answer

But for greatness more must come

Cross the river, fell a Kingdom

Count thee not the mounting sum

Then upon the gentle Halys

Croesus walked with shoes of gold

Into Persia with his army

Herodotus the story told

Captured by the mighty Cyrus

Croesus begged that he might live

For his life then he would give him

All the gold he had to give

And there the story ends as often

Golden stories end not well

Gold is but a shining metal

Worthless if your soul you sell

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Sparta Nichts

The Greek debt crisis never ends. The Germans and the French are now meeting to discuss plans for easing the crisis that will lead to the death of the Euro and the Eurozone if left unresolved. Germany is trying to get the Greeks to give up some of their pensions and vacations so they, the German banks and the European Union, can give Greece a little more money, thus forestalling the inevitable Greek default by few more months. But the Greeks will have none of the German mandated austerity. And besides, they say, isn’t Greece the cradle of Western civilization? Doesn’t that entitle us to free money?

The Greeks reject the spartan life

They stone the polis cars

Fail anxiety is rife

As pols consult the stars

First the Romans, common plebes

Then Ottomans, now this

Our money stole by German thebes

How cursed the EU kiss

Give us back our vineyards spare

Our stony plots of land

The demos of the village square

Our panoplied brave band

We cradled you, we gave you birth

The West, you are our son

When Xerxes came we scorched our earth

And in the end we won

Oh yes our present is our past

A present and a gift

Ten thousand years our Greece will last

Right now we are adrift

And heading for a rocky shore

The future dark and drear

The German banks can do much more

For Dammerung ist near

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Who’s Got My Stash?

The United States is some 14 trillion dollars in debt and has lost its AAA bond rating, meaning we will all pay higher interest rates on everything. Our debt is so large as to be unpayable, and if our creditors ever demanded instant payment we would have to declare bankruptcy. And all because we have drifted down the path to socialism for the last seventy years, and now we have reached the point all socialist countries reach when the socialist politicians run out of other peoples’ money. I found Uncle Sam sitting on a curb a few days ago, and asked him why he looked so glum. He said it looked like he would soon be broke unless the politicians stopped spending money he didn’t have. I asked what happened to all the money he used to have, and he said somebody stole his stash.

I am not poor, I’m not, he cried, that’s all a dirty lie

It’s just that right now all my money’s gone

He sobbed a bit and wiped his eyes and gave a weary sigh

And said he now had nothing left to pawn

I gave so much to others when they needed it the most

For many years I kept the world from harm

When famine came or earthquakes struck, I do not like to boast

I picked them up and offered my right arm

At home I tried to help the poor and help them make the climb

But somehow things just went from bad to worse

And now I’m sitting on a curb flat broke without a dime

And sobbing uncontrollably in verse

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Aloha ‘Oe

Aloha ‘Oe: Greetings; farewell. Hawaiians have always known that the two are inseparable. The rise of Western Civilization, like the rise of any civilization, is the beginning of an arc, not the beginning of a straight and ever rising line. The Left has changed Western society to the point where it is no longer sustainable, from white women no longer having babies to an entitlement society so pervasive that the third world people they have invited into their homes riot, burn and loot when an entitlement they have come to think is theirs by right is taken away. So it is Aloha ‘Oe, for we are on the downward arc, and if the end comes not today then surely tomorrow. We have had Africans riot and burn our cities before, but this time it is different. This time the money is gone, and the Left will not be able to buy them off. The writing on the wall is now entirely legible, and readable for those who choose to see. But it sure was fun while it lasted.

ALOHA ‘OE

Farewell to thee, farewell to thee

The charming one who dwells in the shaded bowers

One fond embrace

“Ere I depart

Until we meet again

We are at the beginning of a great worldwide financial crisis, and there are far too many uneducated and unable to be educated people living on government checks for generations who will loot and burn when the checks stop . I fear for my grandchildren, but am confident they will survive, though I am not so confident the world as we have known it will. The days of savagery are returned. We have created an entitlement society that rewards the non-worker at the expense of the worker, the criminal at the expense of the law-abiding. And when the music stops, the piper must be paid.

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Pollyannas And Cassandras

Yes, things look bad right now. We are on an eight lane highway to hell, though in the same old handbasket. But things have always looked bad, and stayed bad until they got better. That’s the way of it. The proper response to the question “Will this rain ever stop?” is “It always has so far.” But some people always see the worst. Take the London riots and the Philly flash mobs, burning and looting. Things look bad, yes, but they’d look a lot better if you had a gun.

Yes things are always looking bad

To those whose times are come

But then the times they always are

Not quite so bad for some

Cassandras always see the worst

They never see the sun

But Pollyannas smile because

They’re carrying a gun

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London Riots

The London riots are about race, though we are not permitted to say it, or even think it. But the rioters know it’s about race. They trumpet it. No, the Establishment Left would have you believe the riots are about cutting services and unemployment among the deserving poor. In Britain, the nanny state has seen its policies come home to roost, and not for the first time. Blacks riot, loot and rampage through the streets of British cities knowing the unarmed police pose no threat to their activities. They loot and burn down stores and homes knowing the disarmed citizens have no way of stopping them, and knowing also, from past experience, that if a citizen uses force on someone intent on killing him that the citizen will be prosecuted by the law. But there is no law, the Left has seen to that. But if it gets bad enough, then there will be law, the law of the jungle. Napoleon understood what was necessary to quiet a mob: a whiff of grapeshot. Perhaps not in England, but the same is coming to our third world cities when the money stops.

The sins of the socialists come home to roost

The goddess of chaos lives still

In their long held belief in the power of guilt

To hold those in thrall to its will

Creating beholders to state run largesse

Gives birth to resentment and rage

A triggering spark is but all that it takes

To loosen the bars on the cage

So now there is nothing the state may command

The mob runs amok mouth agape

Unknowing, uncaring that soon they will face

The scent of the first whiff of grape

Perhaps not in England, they’re far down the path

But trouble is coming our way

As profligate spending is bringing us down

And welfare gets its cut in pay

Our cities are third world, dependent on those

Who work but keep little they earn

So when Santa Claus has to tighten his belt

Our cities will then start to burn

The very same people once burned them before

See Detroit for what lies in store

In Philly the flash mobs run wild in the streets

And pretty soon it will be war

Between those who think they can burn us all down

And loot and just take what they will

But sooner or later white people with guns

Will say stop or we’re shooting to kill

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Darkness At Noon

President Obama addressed the nation Monday, assuring us the debt crisis was not his fault and that things would only get better were it not for those damned Republicans. Grim faced in denial, Obama comforted us by laying the blame for the downgraded bond rating and the coming economic catastrophe on the Tea Party, entirely unaware of the headlong rush of the icy waters of calamity and the descending darkness at the unlikely hour of noon.

Down the mountain

Raged like thunder

Icy mountain streams

Sweeping cities

And the townsfolk

Of their hopes and dreams

While at high noon

In the White House

All was quite serene

No one noticed

That the darkness

Drifted in unseen

Smiling broadly

O assured us

Things were better soon

Telepromptered

White teeth flashing

Wrapped in his cocoon

Down the mountain

Icy water

Singing that old tune

Come depression

Water rising

Darkness at high noon

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Can’t Believe He’s Still Here

Obama is still here, still driving the country hard for the cliff. To Jimmy Buffett’s When The Wild Life Betrays Me.

Can’t believe he’s still here

With the cliff edge so near

And the answer so clear

Can’t believe my own eyes

Can’t believe the man’s lies

And it’s not a surprise

Yes the lefty’s betrayed us

He has done us great wrong

Yes the lefty has played us

Will we let him, or will we be strong

We have heard his lies for much too long

Can’t believe he’s still here

But election draws near

And the answer is clear

Clean the rats one and all

Hear the sharp freedom’s call

In the 2012 Fall

When our campaign’s succeeded

And the country’s secure

And the lefty’s defeated

We will take back our country once more

And steer a course safely for shore

Yes, the lefty’s betrayed us

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