Category Archives: Verse

The Tyranny Of The Left

An English ethics columnist recently declared on national television that any good mother would smother her child if the child were defective in any way, thus by such kindness and compassion ensuring that the child would not have an unhappy life. What she means, of course, is that the lefty mother would not have an unhappy life caring for an impaired child. With the Left it is never about the kids, it’s about themselves. Peter Singer at Princeton demands that parents have the right to kill their children for any reason, or for no reason at all if they can’t think of one, until the child is two years old. We are in the grip of a left wing tyranny of the spirit as well as a left wing tyranny of governance. The Left, who call themselves Progressives, desire above all else a world without people, a world where man cannot pollute and despoil that which belongs to the Goddess Gaia, the mother of us all.     

 

 

The Left, the Left

Their wonders never cease

Good mothers urged to kill their child

So they may be a peace

At Princeton parents have the right

So Peter Singer claims

To kill their children till age two

If so, why give them names

The Fabians would euthanize

Infirm and lonely folks

Progressives want abortion free

And tell dead fetus jokes

They want the world to be a place

Where humans don’t exist

And wolves hug bunny rabbits

And the warthogs all get kissed

To gain this Eden here on Earth

They look to long ago

Their heroes had the nicest names

Adolf and Uncle Joe

 

 

My Goodness Me

The government of Pakistan, a Pakistan that created and controls the Taliban, is incensed that we are sending drones into Paki airspace to dispose of the Taliban we are lucky enough to find, all the while professing to be our friend and happily accepting our money. The Paki government has recently closed the route through Pakistan for our supply columns, and the columns have come under attack by Taliban forces, whom the Paki government insists are not in Pakistan. Our State Department and the UN and assorted EU weenies deplore the drone attacks as counter-productive and reckless, preferring the age old failed policy of talking nicely to someone who is trying to kill you.

 

 

My goodness me, I feel so faint

These cold war types would like to paint

The Pakistani folk as not our friends

Believe me when I say that I

Could sit right down and softly cry

When thinking how this crisis likely ends

We send our drones into their space

With no regard for Paki face

What sovereign nation wouldn’t take offense

Such actions on our part I fear

Will hinder peace that’s very near

And cause relations that grow very tense

What we at State would like to see

Is just a change of policy

From warring, bombing, killing and the rest

To talking calmly with the tribes

And taking note of nuanced vibes

While recognizing we at State know best

Of course there’s danger in this tack

We’re not assured they’ll love us back

But I am quite prepared to bet my life

But just in case push comes to shove

I know that I will come to love

The burqa and the veil I bought my wife

 

 

 

Blasphemy

The FBI has recently told the American cartoonist Molly Norris, who urged everyone to join her in a Draw Mohammed Day, to give up her job, her family and her life and go into hiding because of death threats from the adherents of the religion of peace, enraged that she would blaspheme the prophet. It’s past time we stopped kneeling before these bastards and baring the neck to the blade and took it to them, breaking their thuggish religion and sixth century world into little pieces and throwing the rotten carcass to the pigs. .  

 

 

Mohammed was a paedophile

We’ve known it now for quite a while

A murderer and crook as well

Who surely now rests warm in hell

I say this knowing well that I

Could be the next in line to die

For blaspheming the man this way

But I am proud to have my say

Let Allah’s minions do their worst

In which case I won’t be the first

But unafraid I post my words

And wait upon jihadi herds

My blog is there for all to see

A blog stuffed full of blasphemy

I’m safe as hiding in the weeds

I have a blog nobody reads

 

 

Free At Last

The Progressive movement appears about to end its seventy year run of destruction with the coming November elections and the long awaited wipeout in 2012. Thank goodness for Obama, who was not content with the salami slicing tactics that worked for seventy years, but who went all in with the socialist revolution the Progressive Democrats so ardently desire and worked so hard to attain, and thereby woke the sleeping people who never took notice that their country was gradually being taken from them. So now the other guys get their chance, led by the conservative Tea Party, and they promise to stop the leftward slide and return to American principles of small government and free enterprise. We shall see if they keep their promise.

 

 

Free at last

My that was fast

In hock since 1930

To gummint types

And all their hypes

That turned out dumb and dirty

Big buildings built

Filled to the hilt

With workers fat and lazy

It worked as planned

Get rich, expand

Just driving good folks crazy

Now comes the new

The cleanup crew

Who promise they’ll reform it

But we shall see

A year or three

Will tell if they perform it

 

 

The Stans

The Stans are in the news every day, and not in a positive way. Pakistan, Afghanistan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, to name but a few. What are we doing there? There doesn’t seem to be any valid reason why we should spend one dollar or one soldier’s life in that benighted tribal part of the world. I remember when Stan meant something else.

 

 

Ah yes, the Stans

The blessed Stans

We all remember well

Both Stan and Ollie

How sly and jolly

Despite each picture hell

Then Stan the Man

I was a fan

Though not from old St Looey

I well recall

He’d take a ball

Then hit one out of viewy

But that was then

And way back when

We weren’t so particular

Our Stans were not

What we’ve now got

A lot of perpendicular

Mountains steep

And valleys deep

All filled with guys in turbans

Not like Stan’s mates

Who manned the gates

The Slaughters and the Verbans

A Phillies fan

Who loved the Man

Who always took the trolley

To ballgame go

Then to the show

To see my Stan and Ollie

 

 

Gimme Me Entitlements

Recent polls have shown a small erosion in Obama’s support among his most ardent admirers, African-Americans. The erosion is small, but significant in that there is any erosion at all. Most still demand their entitlements, but some African-Americans seem to be questioning the whole race card position.

 

 

Some say it’s all about our race

While others say that’s not the case

I say what’s mine is always mine

Just gimme it and all is fine

You promised me the earth and stars

And what we got was prison bars

You promised us the moon and sun

And we delivered for the One

And now you say there’s no more dough

No more two bills for passing Go

We been your Ho since thirty two

Through FDR and Clinton too

And now this hopey changey guy

Has brought us this dark falling sky

I might not vote this time around

I might just see what others found

That slavery ended long ago

And plantations closed down the show

So now I think I just might spend

Some time and see how this will end

 

 

The Religion Of Peace

The Imam Raul, Mayor Bloomberg, President Obama and others of like mind insist the Religion of Peace be permitted to build a Victory Mosque at Ground Zero, celebrating the murders of over three thousand innocent civilians. But who are these adherents of the Religion of Peace? What kind of people are they?

 

 

They slink through the sewers in murderous rage

They kill before cameras to use the world stage

They read the Koran and believe every page

That demands that the infidel die

They slit old men’s throats just because they are Jews

They stable their horses where once there were pews

They know that the West their foul deeds will excuse

They kill in a blink of an eye

The symbols of Islam stand bright in the sun

A mosque at Ground Zero tells the world that they’ve won

But one day we’ll wake up and then they’ll be done

And Mecca in ruins will lie

 

 

Gessler’s Hat, Obama’s Suit

We are all familiar with the story of William Tell. The story goes that the ruler of the Swiss principality where Wilhelm Tell and his family lived was a man named Albrecht Gessler, put in place by the Austrian Hapsburgs. Herr Gessler, to show his complete control over the people, erected a pole in the public square and placed his hat on top of it, ordering everyone to bow before the hat.  Wilhelm Tell passed by the hat without bowing and was arrested, and ordered, as punishment, to shoot an apple from the head of his son, and if he missed they both would die. On 18 November 1307, Tell, an expert marksman with the crossbow, split the apple, but told Gessler he would have killed him had he missed, so he was arrested and taken to Gessler’s castle. Tell escaped on the way and killed Gessler with his crossbow, fomenting a revolution that resulted in the formation of the Swiss Confederation, free from Austrian rule. Tell died in 1354 trying to save a child from drowning, and is a national hero in Switzerland. But the more interesting man to us is Gessler, who ordered everyone to bow to his hat. We now have a president who is an empty suit. Gessler ordered everyone to bow to his hat, but how is this so different from us being asked to bow before an empty suit?

 

If I were named Barack Hussein

I’d surely think it quite insane

If some thought I a muslim be

For anyone can plainly see

That though I liken muslim prayer

To birdies singing in the air

And though I sometimes quite refuse

To think of muslims killing Jews

As something that should not be done

I think that as my father’s son

I have a duty to proclaim

That Islam is a holy flame

That lights the way for all to live

But note that the alternative

Is constant strife and constant war

About whose god we should adore

I say the question should be moot

And by the way, you like the suit?

 

 

Genetics

The Race Card is getting a little complicated. The purveyors of Race as qualification for receiving other people’s money and undeserved advancement to the head of the line now have to contend with the unintended consequences of their actions, as white people claim to be black or aboriginal by virtue of simply claiming that they are, using the Race Industry’s rationales against them. White guilt led to passage of laws benefitting the supposedly oppressed minorities, and whites are now taking advantage of them. That history professor in Colorado who claimed to be American Indian even though he had no American Indian ancestry is only the most famous example. My family decided to get on the gravy train as well.   

 

 

My pop said he’s a Cherokee

My mom a proud Aleut

My sister was a Hottentot

Whom everyone thought cute

My brother claimed he’d Negro blood

One drop, but that’s enough

My Polish uncle’s laundry failed

When Chinese called his bluff

His customers demanded that

He do as he was told

And iron the sheets and pillow slips

With an epicanthic fold

 

 

The Party In Bahstin Hobber

Tea Party candidates are leading the way to a wave election that will swamp the Marxist Socialist America hating Democrats in a tsunami of votes. Way back at the beginning of March in that faraway year of 2009 I posted here some verse calling for a Tea Party. I don’t know if the term was used before then in connection with the then building political climate six weeks into the Obama administration, and do not claim authorship of the idea, but I will say that if a single post in Verse-afire started this fire then I rest content.

 

 

The first tea dumped in Bahstin Hobber

Turned George the Third into a sobber

We’re lining up the Dems to clobber

We’re taking back our land

We don’t like mosques next to Ground Zero

We like good Sarah she’s a hero

The Times and Post say she’s a Nero

Who leads a clinging band

Of nuts for guns and class sedition

Who’ll lead us all to black perdition

I’m kind of liking that rendition

The bum’s rush being fanned

The tide has turned and those who’ve ruled us

For many years and think they’ve fooled us

Are learning now that we’ve been schooled thus

We’re on to something grand