Category Archives: Verse

Moloch

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The Left always eats its young. Mao killed off the Red Guards when they were no longer useful to him and he perceived them to be a potential danger. The current European Left is using the young anarchists in Britain, Greece, Spain and elsewhere to cause panic and disruption with bombings, for the Left cannot accept the fact that the Leftist nostrums have failed, as they have always failed, and that more discipline is necessary to protect and advance the dream of Socialism with a capital S. At some point European Leftist governments will realize that intimidation has not worked, or that it has worked and succeeded in keeping them in power. Either way, the young anarchists, the bomb throwers, will no longer be useful, and they will be given up. But at least, in civilized Europe, they will not be shot. At least they won’t be shot if the intimidation fails; if it succeeds in keeping the Left in power, and in increasing that power, then the young anarchists will have done their job, and will be considered dangerous to the powers they put in place, and if that power is authoritarian, as with Hitler or Mussolini or any number of other Leftist despots, in that case they will be shot.

 

 

Thus Moloch spake, with tear-dimmed eyes

My children, sing your fond goodbyes

For come to you this last surprise

Your work is truly done

I cannot speak without a tear

For long have I held you quite near

But now it is goodbye, I fear

We thank you, every one

Your deaths will show your pride and grace

And knowing that in history’s place

The walls of time will hold your face

And now, here is the gun

Goodbye dear friends, I love you so

It pains me that it’s time to go

A greater good has laid you low

Farewell, and it’s been fun

 

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Assange

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Wikileaks founder Julian Assange, who attracted little attention until he stumbled on the anti-American line so popular with the global Left, is now under house arrest in Britain, holing up in the mansion of a leftist friend, the sort of friends Assange is at pains now to disavow, and they him, for his days of usefulness to the Left are drawing to a close. His Swedish paramour, a lefty who offered him her apartment and her bed, which he accepted, and who is now charging him with rape, under the leftist reasoning that anything a Lefty woman says is rape is by definition rape, even if she not only consented to the sex but initiated it. And so Assange finds himself on the outside looking in, his sometime Lefty friends no longer caring for him as much as they once did.   

 

 

Sverige’s mostly cold and dreary

Drinkers’ eyes bright red and bleary

Women’s  dreams both sharp and eerie

Baltic winter blues

Into this place Assange did wander

A woman who was more than fonder

Now leaves him with so much to ponder

Now with much to lose

Found his anti-Yank work paid more

Found his anti-Yank work made more

Friends and women who now laid more

Flowers on his shoes

Is there now a further story

Is there more to Assange’s glory

Where is now his Swedish houri

Now that he’s old news

 

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Swat Team

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The Defense Department is working on insects implanted with sensors to infiltrate and report on people the Department feels are a threat to the United States. The computerized insects, called cyborgs, can get into places no human could get into, and could be reporting back to the Department while in plain sight of the targets. But what if the targets are wise to the spying flies, or flying spies? Who do you call in if you suspect that fly on the wall is a cyborg? The Swat Team.

 

 

There was an old woman who swallowed a fly

She swallowed a fly, they don’t know why

She swallowed the fly ‘cause she’s a spy

And working for old Johnny Reb

They caught her and brought forth to lay down beside her

A counter-intelligence cyborgean spider

Who snickered and laughed as she crawled down inside her

The fly would soon be in her web

Much to their surprise the smart spider then failed

To capture the fly for the woman exhaled

And the fly fled the scene and his friends he regaled

With the story of how he escaped

There’s no happy end to this story of ours

For the Swat team was there within minutes not hours

The fly’s body returned to the government powers

To be buried in casket flag draped

 

 

The World Turned Upside Down

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The Parliament of Oliver Cromwell had declared Christmas to be too solemn an event for festivity and merriment, and outlawed all celebrations. Groups of people opposed to the new law handed out broadsides with words of protest, demanding they be given their Christmas back. The words were put to music, and the song, The World Turned Upside Down, has been handed down the generations, and was, as legend has it, played by the British band when Cornwallis surrendered at Yorktown. The original song began with the line, “If buttercups buzzed after bees,” and went on to describe a series of upside down events, ending with the line, “Then all the world would be upside down.” That is where we now are – the world is upside down. What was wrong in the past is now right, what was immoral in the past is now moral, what was black is now white, and what was white is now black.

 

 

If buttercups buzzed after bees

And Christians not look at the skies

If pederasts do as they please

And truth is now said to be lies

If treachery now is the norm

And killing of babes is all right

If hate speech is now the new form

And dawn does not follow the night

If people have nothing to say

About what goes on in their town

Then that is where we are today

And the world is again upside down

 

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Pancho Villa

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The Mexican drug wars are spilling over into the United States, and calls for action are heard from those who believe they have nothing to do with the Mexican cartels. They call for the US Army to go into Mexico and clean up the murderous drug cartels, the way General John J. (Blackjack) Pershing went into Mexico after the bandit Pancho Villa in 1916. But there would be no drug wars if there were no drug takers and drug buyers, all of them here in the United States. If the US Army is to go anywhere, it should go after the affluent whites who smoke the dope and cause the murders.

 

 

When Blackjack went for Pancho Villa

Pancho smiled and said I’ll see ya

Things were quiet for a while

That is until drugs came in style

A thirties song called Reefer Madness

Showed the side of jazz time badness

Who smoked the dope? A tiny fraction

Jazz men mostly, in the action

The sixties came, that’s when it started

Rebellious kids and morals parted

A generation raised on hype

And dope gave rise to a new type

Of young, successful white suburban

Men and women who went urban

For their hash and coke of course

And once they climbed upon that horse

Their craving for the high increased

And brought about the greater beast

Cartels who murdered, raped and slew

To bring the horse right home to you

The fatted, coddled prep schooled whites

Who thought themselves the golden knights

And drew the lines, not in the sand

But lines in powder, while the band

Played dirges that they could not hear

While scything noises crept quite near

Oh yes the gangsters murder law

To feed the hungry white man’s maw

America knows who’s to blame

We know them all, know who to name

If Pershing were alive today

We know quite well what he would say

He’d say that Villa’s not the threat

He’d say the people we should get

And put in jail until they rot

The buyers of the coke and pot

 

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Swan Lake

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A Black Swan is defined as an event no one saw coming, and many described the events of 2008 and 2009 as a Black Swans. But they were not Black Swans, they were White Swans, for quite a few people saw where the criminal gang running Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac were taking us. Saw what was happening and brought it forcefully to the attention of Congress, where guys like Barney Frank and the rest of the Democrats brushed off the evidence and proclaimed all was well, that giving mortgages to people with no reasonable expectation of paying them was a reasonable thing to do, and for the Democrats it was a reasonable thing to do, for the people getting those mortgages were an integral part of the Democratic base, and could be relied upon to vote Democrat so long as they were fed other peoples’ money in a never ending stream.  Now if the black swans and the white swans could get together, maybe we’d have a chance of getting out of this mess. But don’t hold your breath.

 

 

Prince Barack, with some handsome friends

In Bretton Woods go hunting

When magically the woodlot ends

To show a lake not wanting

In beauty, filled with pure white swans

Once maidens, now bewitcheth

By Fannie Mae and other cons

Whose nostrums they did pitcheth

Good Prince Barack, now deep in love

With Odette, swan and comely

Cried in despair to gods above

Why is Odile so homely

Odette said that the spell were gone

If Barack loved her fiercely

And if he cried on White House lawn

With face all streaming tearsly

That debt and earmarks and the like

Were now and ever done with

And did he not she’d take a hike

He’d not have her for fun with

And so he did and all the swans

Were unbewitched and praised him

And swore that no more magic wands

Would harm the ones who raised him

With crisis passed the whole great gang

Of mankind cried Hosannas

And white and black the swans all sang

Yes, we have no bananas

 

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Silent Night

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New Year’s Eve. Christmas is over, and the dire threats of Al Qaeda to spread panic with a spate of Christmas bombings has not come to pass. The Taliban now have surface to air missiles? The word in Defense Department circles had it that the Chinese trained the Taliban in the use of surface to air missiles in order to shoot down Santa Claus, whom the Chinese rightly believe to be us. But Santa came through the season unscathed. All of this was just a waste of Al Qaeda suicide bombers and a waste of Chinese time, of which they have much, and of Chinese money, of which they have much of ours, for Santa Claus and Christmas are not long for this world anyway, if the ACLU and the multi-cultis have their way, and both Santa Claus and  Christmas will soon be consigned to the old dustbin of history.

 

Christmas has come and gone again, and I was struck, as I have been for many years now, with how far we have come in de-linking Christmas with the birth of Christ. Kids don’t sing Christmas carols in school anymore lest someone be offended at the display of Christianity. There are no more Christmas pageants in our nation’s public schools, with little kids dressed as angels. No, all that is gone, and good riddance say he multi-culturalists and the ACLU and the other crazies of the Left. Gone and replaced with Winterfest, or Winter Festival, as if we were all a bunch of Druids. Merry Christmas has been replaced with Happy Holidays, and Christmas cards hardly mention the name of Christ. Then again, maybe we are all Druids now.     

 

 

Happy holidays! The children cry

As Winterfest begins

They’re off from school but don’t know why

Their faces shiny grins

They know snowmen and Santa Claus

And elves and presents too

They know of wide nutcracker jaws

And snowy landscape view

But they don’t know what it all meant

At least not many do

They think it’s all about the gent

Who with his reindeer flew

They’ve not been told of Jesus’ birth

To do so would offend

They’ve not been told He came to Earth

His mission to attend

Born Christmas day so long ago

Two thousand years and more

In a dry land that saw no snow

A babe men did adore

He’s Christ the King men did avow

Sent to us by His father

And if he looked around Him now

He’d say Why did I bother?

 

 

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2014

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We casually throw around terms like Boomers and Generation X without truly understanding the deeper meaning of what a generation is and represents. In the mid 80s I read a book called Generations, in which the authors showed the United States had four different generations, which followed each other like the hands on a clock, from 12 to 3 to 6 to 9 and back again to 12. These generations the authors labeled (I paraphrase) Aggressive, Aggressive Passive, Passive, and Passive Aggressive. Their contention was that it took two to tango, and as long as one of the three Passive generations was in control of the levers of power, all out war would be avoided at all costs But let an Aggressive generation be in political and cultural control of the country, a blow, or even a spit in the face, would be responded to with a blow. When I read the book some 25 years ago, I saw by their charts that an Aggressive generation would be in power sometime after the 2012 election, and following their logic, and given the nature of the world and the nature of the threats posed to us by a variety of actors, it followed we would in a major war sometime between2014 and 2020. Or so was my reading of a very persuasive presentation. If the authors were correct in 1986, and are correct now, it is coming, possibly much sooner than we think, and it might very well be a nuclear war with China and North Korea, with sideshows against a few of the more noxious muslim countries. If and when it happens it will be a World War.

 

 

Again the lights go out

Again the young men march

Again the women weep

Their babies in their arms

Again the skies rain down

Again the seas run red

Again the children cry

When heard the shrill alarms

For it was ever thus

From Athens, Rome to now

For people must defend

Their temples, gods and farms

 

 

Slow Learners

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An international test of schoolkids showed Asian kids outperforming American kids by a country kilometer, but American educators are not impressed. “Our kids are first class in socializing and dancing,” they say smugly. “Not one of those Asian kids ever even heard of Lady GaGa.” When it was suggested the current economic climate was hurting the schools, the Educator said, “We’re combining many of our activities to cut costs. For example, many schools are now holding Driver Ed and Sex Ed classes in the same car.”

 

 

Who cares our kids can’t read or write

Who cares if math won’t come out right

What matters is we do not slight

Slow learners

So what if our schools do not teach

That excellence is in your reach

We must move more at pace of each

Slow learner

Yes other kids are good at math

But we’ve not driven down that path

And we produce what few doth hath

Slow learners

The world at large is passing by

Their kids succeed because they try

Our kids don’t study and that’s why

Slow learners

The teachers unions do deplore

And say that all’d be well if more

Tax money went into their store

Slow learners

The president says money spent

On teachers will correct the bent

That has occurred with good intent

Slow learners

But things are not as bad as seem

There are good kids who dream the dream

The test results show not the cream

Slow learners

Are Philly schools good as Shanghai

No they are not and we know why

That’s why on them we can’t rely

Slow learners

But if you tested just the best

You’d find that our kids pass the test

There’s always been the top, the rest

Slow learners

 

 

A Khyber Pass

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Pakistani papers recently were aflame with the story, attributed to secret documents revealed by Wikileaks, that the United States was colluding with India to commit genocide against Pakistani citizens in Kashmir. When the report was revealed to be a hoax, the Pakis instantly accused the West of conspiracy. But it was just a joke.

 

 

A joke played on the Paki?

How very, very tacky

For Pokkeeston’s so young, but just a stripling

Would you play a joke on Kim?

If you do, then sing a hymn

To that master of the Khyber, Rudyard Kipling

Or as Sherlock used to say

Rushing Watson to the shay

The game’s afoot, old fellow, let’s be off

Well that was then and this is now

And I say, if you’ll allow

They were better off when ruled by some Brit toff

They claim God himself did task it

Bid them build the biggest casket

Large enough to take all infidel to hell

If it works, don’t say it’s whacky

We will all be then in Paki

And be spilling into ‘Ganistan as well

I know Pakistan is nuclear

And while nothing could be spooklier

I can’t see them setting off some critical mass

I’m inclined to take for granted

They know Wikileaks was planted

And so I give the Paks a Khyber pass