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Red Mother Syndrome

Barak Hussein Obama was born to a Communist mother and Communist father, raised a Muslim with a Muslim Communist mentor, and equipped from birth with a titanic ego. In RMS Titanic, the RMS meant Royal Mail Steamer; today RMS means Red Mother Syndrome, the syndrome that fuels Obama’s titanic ego. And like its namesake, that ego is heading straight for the iceberg, and is taking the country and us passengers with it.

 

 

A calm still night, the sea flat black

The Captain says we’ll not turn back

My course is set, my will is firm

I will yet see my foemen squirm

There’s ice in view, a soft voice said

It looks to be just dead ahead

Remain on course! The captain screams

No ice can take me from my dreams

The world is at my fingertips

What do I care for radar blips

The Middle East is going well

Iran will soon have nukes to sell

And that will see Israel gone

And usher in a Muslim dawn

The Pakis are our friends for life

So long as we deflect the knife

And debt? What debt that we might have

Will fade as I apply my salve

On the dark bridge a nervous voice

Said Captain, we still have a choice

A starboard turn and we shall miss

Yon iceberg showing the abyss

Full speed ahead! The Captain yells

And grabs the wheel and rings the bells

The great ship lurches to the thrust

The Captain screams, It’s Marx or bust!

With rending crash the Ship of State

Plows into its intended fate

Red Mother Syndrome forms the son

Whose mother whispers low, Well done!

 

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What Is Time?

Green power is erratic, and this power introduced into the power grid by windmills and solar panels causes fluctuations in the power grid, variations that will cause the clocks to run slow or fast and damage home appliances, including computers. And if the clocks go all wobbly, how will our technological age cope with a world out of phase with the correct time? But what if there is no such thing as correct time? Time has been defined as nature’s way of seeing to it that everything doesn’t happen all at once. But what if everything did happen all at once, at the Singularity? What if time is just a perception? What if the past, the present and the future are all here, in the one and only instant of time that exists, has ever existed, and will ever exist? What of our clocks then? If there is no such thing as time, does it matter that the enviro-whackos set our clocks to wobbling?

 

 

I set my clock for half past eight

Lots of time, I’ll not be late

But somewhere in a western state

The wind refused to blow

I woke and saw the clock said ten

I showered, shaved and dressed and then

I drove to my appointment when

I heard a rooster crow

The tower clock said it was six

Though it was off by several ticks

But unconcerned, I knew the fix

Would see the hours slow

I got home in the nick of time

Just as my clock began to chime

And up the stairs I made the climb

And back to bed I go

For time does not exist you see

What’s ten for you is twelve for me

What always was will always be

And we shall never know

 

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The Future

The difference, so far as we know, between man and the other animals is that man is given to dreaming of the future. We remember the past and live in the present, and often the present stands in the way of the future. Still, we continue to dream golden dreams of a future that will never be.

 

 

Yes the past is here to stay

But the present’s in the way

Of that grand and golden future of our dreams

Gleaming cities on a hill

Old age vanished with a pill

No the future never comes or so it seems

When man first beheld the stars

He did dream that one day cars

Would propel him quickly to some sunlit shore

And one day when man has tamed

All the galaxies he’s named

He will close his eyes and dream of something more

 

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McConnell’s Gambit

Senator McConnell wants to give Obama carte blanche on the debt ceiling, giving him sole power to raise it without consent or advice from Congress. If it happens, McConnell believes Obama will then own the debt, just like he owns the economy. I’m not so sure that’s a good idea, but who knows. It has been my position all along that the proper strategy for the Republicans is to educate the public on the dangers of the runaway deficits, but not to go mano a mano with the president in 2011, because the president has all the power, (just ask Newt Gingrich) and besides, he has the press on his side. Anything and everything that goes wrong, and the Dems will see to it that things will go wrong, will be blamed on the Republicans, and it will stick, and Obama will be re-elected in 2012. Better to play rope a dope and bring out the artillery in 2012. Obama will own the failed economy and the ballooning debt, and after Obama has been defeated for re-election, the new Republican president can, with control of both Houses, take steps to scale down the bloated bureaucracy and entitlements. Pick your fights when you know you will win, and that time is not now, for in this debt ceiling debate the president holds all the cards.

 

 

Sting like a butterfly, float like a bee

Take the impossible stance

Lay out the case for the public to see

Then let the prez struggle to dance

On the rope that he tied ‘round his very own neck

As the jobs and the polls sink him low

Just give him the rope and he’ll write his own check

And at noon on Jan 20 he’ll go

 

 

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It’s A Liberal World

Is there a difference between a conservative newspaper like Rupert Murdoch’s The News Of The World and Wikileaks? The NOTW invaded peoples’ privacy by hacking the phones of government officials, all in the interest of getting a story. Wikileaks, on the other hand, invaded the privacy of people by printing the private conversations of heads of state and other government officials, all in the interest of embarrassing and compromising the security of the United States. So why is Rupert Murdoch portrayed in the press as a villain and Julian Assange treated as a hero? The answer is Julian Assange is an America hating lefty and Murdoch is an America admiring conservative, so naturally, to the left wing press, Assange is a hero and Murdoch a villain.

 

 

I asked a friend, a liberal guy

Was one a journo, one a spy

It seemed to me that they were both the same

He smiled and said that’s just the way

In politics it is today

It’s how we lefties always play the game

You see, he said, with winning smile

We laugh at you for all the while

You think that life is just one big fair shake

But our side now is always right

While your side spends each sleepless night

Just wondering when you will catch a break

You’re always wrong in what you do

You’re wrong in thought and action too

We own the papers and the big TVs

We tell the people what to think

We tell them when to breathe and blink

And let me tell you, we are quite at ease

 

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Plus ca Change

News reports indicate China is now in financial trouble, and curiously enough, precisely the same trouble we are in, namely, a real estate bubble about to burst. It seems the Chinese economic miracle was driven by skyrocketing real estate prices, particularly the price of land. And now the top has been reached, and prices are tumbling as they always do. And amazingly enough, this is coming about without the help of Barney Frank, Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac. The French have a saying, Plus ca change, translated The more things change the more they remain the same. Ain’t it the truth?

 

 

Ain’t it strange

How plus ca change

And China’s now in trouble

No Fannie Mae

That’s what they say

So how come there’s a bubble

Is Barney Frank

The guy to thank

For selling them on housing

Drive up the price

No land for rice

And now they need de-lousing

And so it goes

The problem grows

Both China and in Stateside

But no one cares

Just say your prayers

O says we’ll catch the late tide

 

 

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An Empty Seat

Word has leaked out of Illinois, the United States version of North Korea, that Rod Blagojevich, the former Governor of Illinois, has been convicted, after a lengthy trial, of fraud for attempting to sell Obama’s Senate seat. And the reason he was convicted of fraud was because there was nothing in the seat.

 

 

Behold the seat! the Blago cried

So hardly ever used

The Senator in question voted

Present or Excused

The Senate seat for Illinois

Is mine, and it’s for sale

And don’t you fret your little head

I’ll never go to jail

And ‘cause that nerdy guy Hussein

Was never there to vote

The bidding starts and closes at

A clean, crisp five buck note

 

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Farting Camels

The Australian government is preparing to kill tens of thousands of camels in order to save the Earth from global warming, claiming that camel farts are harming the environment. What hath Al Gore wrought? How much more absurd can the envirowhackos go in perpetuating this global warming nonsense that everyone else knows is a scam and a fraud? Think about it. If the environmental whackos are killing camels because they fart, what about cows? And if it comes to that, how much methane is being put into the air every day by 6 billion plus people?

 

 

So instead of goring oxen

It is camels being Gored

As the carbon Nazis try to save the Earth

From the flatulence of camels

Who just fart because they’re bored

And who’ve farted since the moment of their birth

But if shooting all the farters

Is the plan to cleanse the air

Then they’ve got to line us all against the wall

For we’ve all been known to loose one

So we really must be fair

If they’re gonna kill the farters, kill us all

 

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The Periphery

Obama, through incompetence or indifference, has hit on the only strategy possible for dealing with the peripheral Muslim terror states. Drone strikes but no boots on the ground. An arms-length strategy, designed to maintain the terror status quo until such time as conditions require we remove them with utmost prejudice.

 

 

Silent death from out the sky

One moment life, the next goodbye

Nation building is a curse

Brought on ourselves and what is worse

The nation being built from tribes

And clans, corruption, theft and bribes

Wants not at all to be like us

Prefers to live with scabs and pus

Leave them be, each boy and man

Iran, the Pak, Afghanistan

Close them down, remove the threat

And if they strike repay the debt

With deadly force a thousand fold

So generations will be told

That we don’t care what you may do

To those who look and think like you

But step across the sand drawn line

And worms will on your bodies dine

In meantime death from out the sky

Don’t raise your head or you will die

 

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Teutoburg

In the Christian year 9, Publius Quintilius Varus led the XVII, XVIII and XIX Legions, accompanied by auxiliaries and women and children, through the Teutoburg Wald to winter quarters. Ambushed by German tribes led by Arminius, the Romans were annihilated. When he heard the news, Augustus cried, “Quintilius Varus, give me back my legions!” The Romans never again ventured north of the Rhine or Danube. Are we looking at the same thing? Have we, like the Romans, reached the high water mark of empire? Will withdrawal from Afghanistan and Iraq be the end of nation building, the end of engagement in the Muslim world? Will our policy no longer be forward leaning but reactive? I sure hope so.

 

 

Afghanistan is not a State

And they don’t really care

The tribe, the clan, all else they hate

They do not want us there

We pour in cash, we get guys killed

For nothing I can see

It matters not the roads we build

A country it won’t be

We tried to change the Islam world

To bring them up to snuff

And for our pains got rockets hurled

I say enough’s enough

Just let them stew in their own juice

And keep our powder dry

And if they turn their rockets loose

Just blow them all sky high

 

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