Category Archives: Verse

The Rumor Of Rain

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Britain is pulling back from it Nato commitments in Afghanistan, the Euro is balancing on edge and soon may topple, the European Union is fracturing as weak countries are kept afloat only by German and French banks, and post world war two Europe is returning to its former nationalist configuration. And all of it the result of overspending by socialist governments, to the degree that national debts in Europe and the United States have reached unsustainable levels. The signs are there for a severe global depression, and with it a complete realignment of the world order. And none know what that order may be. The chickens of socialism are coming home to roost, and soon will come the deluge. Or, as Richard Fernandez at the Belmont Club put it so elegantly, “Like storm petrels heralding bad weather, they bring with them the rumor of rain.” Financial collapse is now but a hanging mist on the horizon, but will anyone notice, or pay any heed?

 

 

Horizon low, a hanging mist

No larger than a grown man’s fist

No need to worry or to fret

It won’t be here for ages yet

But why the petrels skimming low

Across the water in the glow

Of winking stars and setting suns

Heading home before the guns

Now dimly heard but growing near

Resolve the problems that all fear

Will overtake them in the end

As governments their birthright spend

The petrel comes to say goodbye

But none will heed the warning cry

 

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School Days, School Days

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It has recently been discovered that the Atlanta school district has been gaming the system by cheating on the federal No Child Left Behind grade requirements by falsifying the test results and pocketing huge sums of money from us taxpayers. The district superintendent, who collected huge bonuses for the fake test results, was vacationing in the most expensive resort in Hawaii when the story broke, and she claims any reports of chicanery on their part are lies made up by opponents of the teachers union. The truth is, big city public schools are failing the kids, or maybe the kids are failing the schools. Either way, nobody can spell or do simple arithmetic anymore. But they sure have a boatload of self esteem, and that’s the only thing that’s important.

 

 

School days, school days

Good old union rule days

‘Readin’ and writin’ and ‘rithmatic

Once taught to the tune of the hickory stick

No longer they grace the curriculum

It’s now self esteem ad ridiculum

I wrote on my slate “harverd hear I cum“

When we were a couple of kids

 

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We’re All Nazis Now

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Anders Breivik killed almost a hundred Norwegian members of the left wing nomenclatura, and the Left naturally blames his act on conservative writers who egged him on, some leftists going so far as to call conservative writers Nazis. The Left’s favorite word. Anyone who disagrees with them is a Nazi. Anyone who commits any act they disapprove of is, by definition, a Nazi. So I guess we are all Nazis now, at least those of us who prefer freedom to socialism. The only question is, do we march to the Horst Wessel Lied or Lili Marlene? I prefer Lili.

 

 

Vor der Kaserne

Vor dem grossen Tor

Stands there a Lefty

Who knows what he is for

He knows that free speech

Is not for us

So make no fuss

Do not discuss

The pestilence they’re making

For you, Lili Marlene

Yet by the barrack

Gathered at the gate

Stand there the free men

Patiently we wait

We wait for the call

To strike the blow

To strike the foe

To strike him low

And give you back your freedom

Wie einst, Lili Marlene

 

See my mystery CHOP SHOP at Amazon, paperback or 99 cent Kindle. Murder by fire, revenge by fire.

 

 

Bond Rating

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Moody’s and Standard and Poor’s have threatened to downgrade the United States’ bond rating if the mounting debt crisis doesn’t get solved. But it doesn’t look like Obama and the Dems want it solved, believing, as they do, that they and the lickspittle media can blame it all on the Republicans. And they may be right. I ran into my old friend Montmorency, who explained why he and other liberals had no fear of a downgraded bond rating.

 

 

You see, he said with knowing look

The game is going by the book

The game is playing out just like we planned

Bond ratings now are mostly bunk

Who cares if US bonds are junk

What matters is the market now at hand

We won in eight by making change

Our benchmark, and it’s passing strange

How smart folks like yourself just cannot see

That change to us means change writ large

And that’s why now that we’re in charge

We need to wreck the whole economy

For only then can hope appear

As things progress from dark to drear

And people turn to us to rescue lives

We know to get to that low point

We have to wreck the whole darn joint

And so we cheer as the bond market dives

He whistled as he walked away

Convinced that his kind ruled the day

And that they’d change the country now for good

But people know when they’ve been had

And we’ll fight back when fighting mad

That’s something Lefties never understood

 

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Don’t Call My Bluff!

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The Republicans want to begin the process of resolving the fourteen trillion dollar debt crisis by cutting spending as part of the solution to the raising the debt ceiling crisis, but Obama wants none of it. Obama doesn’t want to solve any crises, he wants to use it to his political advantage. And so when Republican House members went to the White House recently with a plan to resolve the debt ceiling crisis, Obama screamed “DON’T CALL MY BLUFF!” and stalked from the room.

 

 

Obama smiled, his manner cool

His speech just light weight banter

And then, we learn from the press pool

He lit up Eric Cantor

And screamed that he had enough

Of disrespect from whitey

And dared them all to call his bluff

Then stalked out high and mighty

Some think that’s how our prez should act

When faced with opposition

You double down, cry you’re attacked

And shove their proposition

Right down their throats and stuff it too

And scream there’s no tomorrow

While others wonder if the zoo

Has some chimp we could borrow

We’ll dress him up and swear him in

And briefed on the debt ceiling

He’d scratch his butt and grin his grin

You know, that pic’s appealing

 

 

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You Are My Sunshine

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The global warming people just don’t give up. Their scam and fraud has been exposed for all to see, yet in high liberal socialist places like the UN, people insist on being paid by the West for not polluting the atmosphere with Carbon, the building block of all life on Earth. Environmental whackos insist, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that the sun has nothing to do with warming the Earth. The claim now is that Sulphur, SO8, will save us from that evil pollutant Carbon dioxide, CO2, a substance we all exhale and have exhaled from the moment of birth. Many years ago, when I was a lad, we boy scouts sat around the campfire and sang You Are My Sunshine. I don’t remember the words, but the melody went something like this.

 

 

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You warm my woodlands, you warm my seas

You grow my flowers

You gauge my hours

And without you, sunshine, I’d freeze

Now some berate you, while others hate you

Say rising temps are made by man

Their claims are foolish

Just fossil fuelish

And all life on earth they’d ban

Oh mighty orb now, you can absorb now

All CO2 that we exhale

They say S8 now

Will expiate now

For the sin of theory fail

Ask any shaman, the great god Amon

Has circled Earth and warmed our hearths

The highest churchmen

Were in the lurch men

When ‘twas found the circling’s earth’s

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You give me sunburn

You make the world turn

Please don’t take my sunshine away

 

 If you like the current verses, you might want to look at older entries in book form at Amazon, Verse Afire volumes 1 and 2, paperback and 99 cent Kindle.

 

 

Let’s You And Him Fight

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News item: Nato pulls out of Libya operation, citing exhaustion. Italy has pulled out its aircraft carrier, Norway is pulling out its planes and France is negotiating with Khaddafi for a settlement. And all say that only US ground troops can bring the war to an end.

 

Let’s you and him fight, say the Europeans, exhausted by a low grade, no casualties kinetic slugfest against a guy with no air force or navy and whose mobile armored force consists of a pair of beat-up Toyota pickups.

 

 

Of course we’ve heard this all before

It happens every little war

The Euros start and cannot reach the end

From Libya to Kosovo

They start at ease and then go slow

While counting every mortar round they spend

Exhausted now, in deep despair

They’ve reached that blackest point to where

They cry their airplane can’t take any more

And both their pilots called in sick

And so they want that backwoods hick

The US to come in and win the war

 

And  yes I know we are already flying most if not all of the air strikes, though Obama says it is not a war at all and therefore doesn’t need anybody’s permission to do whatever he wants to a country that up until now was counted as a friend, or at least more friendly than most Arab cessholes.

 

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Summer In The Middle East

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It’s amazing how Spring invariably turns into Summer, and the Summer to Fall, and then to Winter. Which is where the Arab Spring is now. Late Summer, and very soon Winter. The revolutions are turning into what everyone with any sense of the Middle East expected, with the radical Islamists gradually assuming power. Obama started the Libya war in the expectation that toppling another Arab dictator nominally favorable to the United States, as was Mubarak in Egypt, would lead to another radical America hating Muslim takeover of a once friendly country, something he evidently much desires. In the meantime, the nation building in Iraq and Afghanistan seems to be at a standstill, with Iran waiting patiently until we leave. Ah well, Pakistan is still on our side. Or are they?

 

 

The Arab Spring

Has turned to Summer

And NATO sighs

God what a bummer

The mullahs grin

And send in rockets

While Karzai’s hands

Rifle our pockets

Oiled Paki smiles

Conceal the knife

And Hillary smiles

And says that’s life

 

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The British Way Of Death

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A Scottish doctor has called for the establishment of panels to decide who lives and who dies. Of course, he didn’t call it that. The proposal was couched in the familiar lefty terms of compassion with a whiff of economic efficiency thrown in. How will English death panels differ from Obamacare death panels? Well, for one thing, the soothing accent is different.

 

 

Efficiency and savings are all that we crave

Which is why we suggest you die now

And of course we will speed you to your waiting grave

With a courteous and courtly bow

Just lie down be comfy and go with a smile

It’s over in just little time

A needle, a drop from this gay colored vial

Just remember you’re not in your prime

And what is more sir please remember that you

Are not working and live on the dole

So needless to say you’re the head of the queue

Putting Exchequer quite in the hole

We really don’t like offing gents of your age

But it’s for your own good don’t you know

The road that you’re taking is now all the rage

Now let’s give them a jolly good show

 

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Connecting The Dots

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A madman named Anders Behring Breivik has just killed over a hundred people in Norway, land of my ancestors. But that land is a very long way from the land of the Viking kings. Norway is now a leftist utopia, and some people, like Anders, don’t like it, don’t like the direction Europe has taken down that old socialist road, a road that promises to make Europe into a Muslim colony. Neo-Nazis are gaining strength, people, like Anders, are determined to preserve the graves of their ancestors. Connect the dots. Socialism is destroying Europe, Muslim immigration is destroying Europe, and Crusader societies are rising in strength. This is just the beginning. There will be more. Anders assaulted the ruling left, whom he blames for the problems of Europe. Others will attack the Muslims, and the Muslims will respond. Connect the dots. This is just the beginning. The spider is spinning her web and the dots are connecting.

 

 

She sits and she waits

With her unblinking eyes

She is patient, and knows very well

That something will blunder

And say its goodbyes

Trapped for good in the maid spider’s spell

Yes the road’s filled with promise

With smiles all around

The Left strides ahead with its schemes

But far in the distance

The merest faint sound

Signals end to the fine Leftist dreams

The men of faith rise

From the holdings and shires

Crusaders, true men of the land

Who fight for the graves

Of their kin and their sires

And others soon join in their stand

The road that once taken

That leads to the Left

Leads only to misery and death

‘Tis better to fight

Than find family bereft

And down to their last final breath

Yes the spider she waits

For she knows that in time

Her web will connect many dots

And the ending will see

A fair Europe that’s free

Of the Muslims and foul Lefty plots

 

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