Category Archives: Verse

The Coming Hyper-Inflation

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Ben Bernanke, the Chairman of the Federal Reserve, has said inflation is one of the answers to our current debt crisis, whereby an inflated and thus weaker and worth less dollar will be used to pay off the bonds and T-bills held by China, but also by the American public. Purposeful inflation is robbery, a deliberate pauperization of the citizenry to get the politicians who caused the problem to make it seem they are solving the problem. The Weimar Republic tried this in the 20s in Germany, and they got Hitler.

 

 

Buried deep in deadly debt

We fear we ain’t seen nothing yet

The Fed is busy pumping cash

Hoping to avoid a crash

Inflating dollars is their plan

To get the hungry working man

Up on his feet so he can pay

His taxes and yes by the way

If Wall Street takes the lion’s share

The Fed will say that shows we care

In meantime my small T-bill stock

And cash on hand will feel the shock

As steep inflation cuts in half

My equity while bankers laugh

The Fed and Wall Street’s mad affair

Is blatant ‘cause the happy pair

Believe the Wise Men know what’s best

But we know that it’s plain incest

 

 

A Citizen Of Rome

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The immigration policy of the United States is lunacy. We are a country of immigrants, it is true, but our ancestors came here under controlled conditions, landed in Ellis Island, were processed and sent on their way, where they settled down to become Americans, studying the language and history. That is not the case today. Angela Merkel, the Chancellor of Germany, said a few days ago that the German experiment in multiculturalism was an abject failure, and so it is with us, though our immigrant problems are different from Germany’s. Their problem is unassimilated Turks who do not want to become Germans or speak German, while our problem is unassimilated Mexicans who cross the border unimpeded, demand their language be spoken, and openly state their goal is to return the southwest states to Mexico. And given time and the continuance of our lunatic immigration policy, they will.  

 

 

They welcomed the men

And the women back then

And they flocked to the city of gold

Where they went on the dole

And they murdered and stole

There’s a lesson from history of old

They were Romans in name

Playing out their sweet game

Pretty soon politicians took note

And they joined in the ride

And with fierce Roman pride

Got elected with immigrant vote

Now we know what came next

It is there in the text

Written history as plain as your face

When you go down that path

It is pure simple math

That you wind up for good in last place

 

 

Frankie And Johnny

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Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac were and are the children of Barney Frank and Chris Dodd. And a gravy train for Democrat apparatchiks, who gave themselves million dollar bonuses and taxpayer paid vacations in all the world’s exotic places. The principal function of Fannie and Freddie was to provide government backing to mortgages issued to people who could not possibly pay the mortgage, under the guise that by doing so would turn those people into middle class folks and thus solve the problems of the inner city ghettos while ensuring those people remained solid Democrat votes. And when the mortgages did not get paid, and the government backed mortgages defaulted, the financial crisis of 2008 was upon us. To the tune of that old standard Frankie and Johnny, new lyrics.

 

 

Fannie and Freddie were sweethearts

Lordy how they loved cash

Swore to be true to each other

Dems they loved but Republicans trash

Frank was their man, but they done him wrong

Now Frank went down to the corner

To get a bucket of votes

He said to the gay bartender

Man I got em by the throats

They were his friends, but they done him wrong

Well I don’t want to cause you no trouble

Said the barkeep, when shove comes to push

I seen Fan and Freddie bout an hour ago

And they was strollin’ ‘long with Georgie Bush

You were their man, but they be doin’ you wrong

Then Frank went home in a hurry

He didn’t go there for fun

He hurried home to get a hold

Of his boyfriend’s shootin’ gun

He was their man, and they done him wrong

Well that was the end of the story

Fan and Freddie continued Frank’s way

Continued to bust out the country

Giving loans to those who couldn’t pay

He was their man, and he done us wrong

 

 

Fewer But Better

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Faced with the coming tsunami of Republican votes this mid-term, President Obama has declared that the Democrat party will be stronger than ever since it will be reduced to the bare bones true believers. Where have we heard this before? Oh yes, from Lenin, who stated the communist party was better off with fewer but better people. Does Obama have the same thing in mind that Lenin had? Given Obama’s communist parents and communist mentors, it is not an implausible thought. And what about Axelrod’s statement that we should stay up all night election night and see what happens? Faced with a debacle, is Obama and friends about to turn the artillery dangerously close to their own troops in an effort to save themselves?

 

 

Obama is following right to the letter

Lenin’s sweet call for the fewer but better

For Lenin and Marx are his true early mentors

Strong horses, both gods, they were real life true centaurs

Bestriding the land of the serfs and the peasants

Promising much, giving workers nice presents

Like gulags and genocide, show trials and hunger

And death for the old to make room for the younger

The Stavka, Beria, a dank filthy prison

All praise to the Stalin for whom the sun’s risen

Yes fire the guns, TOT for effect mate

For soon will the voters affirm your reject date

We cling to our guns and religion and blindness

We fail to see greatness unlike the sheer mindless

Old Lefties you feel will hurrah come to save you

And keep for you power those same mindless gave you

 

 

The Rescuers And The Rescued

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The eyes of the world were on the 33 trapped Chilean miners, while little attention was paid to the rescuers who gathered from all over the world, but especially from the United States, to rescue them. And I suppose that is how it always is. The rescued miners will get their book deals, their appearances on Oprah, their interviews with the world’s press, and deservedly so. They endured quite an ordeal. But one day there will be a book about the rescuers, telling their story. And what a story it is. Quietly, in the shadows, the United States provided the drilling equipment, the drilling crews, the engineering design for the rescue capsule, and the hot food that was lowered into the mine that kept them alive.  

 

 

All focus on the rescued

So little on the saviors

The drama in the helpless

All eyes on their behaviors

Resigned, despaired or prayerful?

Belligerent, pugnacious?

When rescued are they grateful

Or are they less than gracious?

The brave mine men of Chile

Two months and more lie passive

Undaunted though they’re buried

Inside a fissured massif

Outside the world came running

Men rushed to help the victims

Help those in need of rescue

Is one of mankind’s dictums

And so they’re reunited

With wives who wept to see them

Thanks to the men in shadows

Who worked so hard to free them

 

 

The Rolling Sand

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The West, including the United States, has entered into a period of ennui, a period of self-loathing, where a sizeable part of the body politic thinks life is not worth living, the country is not worth defending, faith and redemption a fantasy for fools, and the future is a non-existent dream. Fortunately, they are about to be swept away by a revulsion to the hedonistic nostrums of the 1960s. There is every indication the generation of cynics and despairers is coming to an end. The American spirit is being revived by the Tea Party people, who believe in the American dream, American exceptionalism,and the American work ethic that says if you work hard you will succeed. America was built by people who thought that the next hill was not insurmountable, that the next hill was not the end, but the beginning.     

 

 

The rolling sands stretch into time

The beck’ning hills in distance wait

The sea spray flecks the beach with rime

The runner listens to his gait

Beyond the hills he knows not what

He only knows that he must go

He leaves his house, his home, his hut

And why it is he does not know

Much wearied now he claims the crest

Before him lies the promised land

In distance beck’ning hills still rest

The future filled with rolling sand

He presses on still, undeterred

For duty binds him close with steel

He sees the radiance unblurred

And knows the sand and hills unreal

A testing of his faith and worth

A trial that lasts as long as he

Is bound to sky and sun and earth

And rolling sand and restless sea

The runner knows to reach his goal

He must not rest but persevere

His life is work in part or whole

And faith in what he may revere

His family, god , ancestors who

Set out the way that he must live

Who guide and teach him what to do

To give all that he has to give

 

 

My Name Is Al

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The Reverend Al Sharpton has a radio talk show in which he yells and scream at his black audience for not being revolutionary enough, for not demanding their rightful handouts from the oppressive white man. He likens the economic and cultural situation of the black underclass in America to a hungry man watching a white guy eat a seven course dinner while the hungry black man stares enviously through the restaurant window. 

 

 

My name is Al

And I’m your pal

The guy who loves and feeds you

Whites give you stuff

That ain’t enough

It’s guys like me who needs you

Without you guys

I cannot prise

A dime from all them whiteys

We Left don’t pay

Our tax no way

We gets it from them Righties

But even so

You got to know

Just how high up our max is

A full course meal

Ain’t no big deal

To guys who pay their taxes

So stick with me

And we shall see

Just who comes out the winner

We’ll take all day

What comes our way

Good wine, a full course dinner

 

 

Good Old Uncle Joe

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A quite substantial number of Obama people working in the White House are now, and have been for some time, admitted communists who greatly admire Stalin and Mao and every other murderous commie tyrant who ever lived. A portrait of Mao was hung lovingly on the Obama White House Christmas tree. An Obama appointee cheerfully and unashamedly admitted she was a great admirer of that great philosopher Mao Tse Dung. Obama’s parents were communists, and as a boy they sent him to a communist mentor, so it is no wonder the Obama administration is filled with communists. Somehow it has escaped the notice of Obama and his people that Joe Stalin is dead. Not only that, but they are truly puzzled why people should question their loyalty to Stalin and Mao and the murderous communist philosophy they espoused. After all, didn’t those hundred million people die for a good cause?    

 

 

I don’t know why you take on so

There’s nothing wrong with Uncle Joe

A killer, yes, that’s understood

But he killed for a greater good

A better life for all mankind

A death or two, no never mind

And what about our friend Pol Pot

And all the praiseful press he got

From fawning journalists who said

There’s none in killing fields who’s dead

Or Mao Tse Dung our Chinese friend

Who brought to an untimely end

Some sixty million Chinese lives

And each one greeted by high fives

By people such as O and Ayers

Who mention Mao in all their prayers

And lovingly at Christmas place

On Christmas tree Mao’s smiling face

Yes Joe and Pot and Mao Tse Dung

Have climbed the ladder rung by rung

A ladder O began to climb

Those slippery rungs just filled with slime

And now he’s at the very top

With none who have the means to stop

The killing that will surely come

When marching to the Marxist drum

 

 

Come This Blessed Election Day

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November is shaping up to be a wave election, where the Obama administration will be repudiated by just about everyone, including a great many who drank the hope and change Kool-aid and voted for him in 2008. Disillusioned independents and Democrats are abandoning the ship in torrents. Democrat politicians up for tough re-election are running away from the Obama carcass as fast as they can. There is a lot of buyer’s remorse going on, and fortunately for the country growing numbers of people are just not buying the hate America socialist agenda of their former hero. Even die-hard lefty partisans are cranky, but for other reasons. They’re cranky because in their view Obama isn’t liberal enough. You can hear them weep and wail, crying, “Where does hope go when it’s gone?”

 

 

Where does hope go when it’s gone

What is left when there’s no change

When will facts then finally dawn

On his fans that Obie’s strange

Lack of failure up to now

To enact his promises

Means that when he breaks a vow

There’re more doubting Thomases

What’s the difference between Bush

Who the liberals truly hate

And Obama’s Hindu Kush

Where’s the policy debate

Yes he’s done some things they crave

Like his stripping of defense

And his mighty union cave

And his acts ‘gainst common sense

Like his running up the debt

To a height not seen before

But they really do not get

Why he’s in that Afghan war

Oh he’s still the coolest guy

And the smartest one in town

But they’ll tell you on the sly

That he’s really let them down

 

 

Riyadh To Islamabad

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Aristotelian logic seems to escape our lefty ruling class. Logic says 1) muslims hate Christians in general and Americans in particular, and 2) Pakistanis are muslim, so 3) Pakistanis hate Christians in general and Americans in particular. Which they do. Anyone who thinks the Paki are on our side is delusional. They arm and train al Qaeda and Taliban to kill our soldiers, the train jihadis to kill infidel civilians, they close the roads used by our supply columns in Afghanistan. They hate our guts because we’re not them. They hate our guts ‘cause we’re not Moslem. They smile and take our money and betray us at every turn. We are the infidel, and Allah has commanded that we die.

 

 

They take our money then they spit

They know the West has spit the bit

They do believe we will not fight

They think we’re frightened of the night

They’re waiting for that just right time

To turn against us on a dime

That time will come they do believe

When Iran strikes and we receive

A fireball in daytime skies

That puts the fear in all our eyes

The problem is the Pakis breed

A bunch of kids who cannot read

So they don’t know it’s tried before

And do not know the final score

Oh yes they think us soft and weak

They think it’s peace we always seek

But come the day the missiles fly

Will be the day their bodies fry

As heat much fiercer than the sun

Will teach them it is we who’ve won

When children cry and women weep

When nightmares ride their very sleep

When Mecca’s bleaching in the sand

When Islam’s dead and by our hand

And death destruction will be had

From Riyadh to Islamabad