Category Archives: Verse

Media Whores

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We all remember the president of CNN in 2002 confessing the nightly news from Baghdad was written for CNN by the Iraqis, and how CNN justified this by saying that without them being a willing tool for Iraqi propaganda they could not have stayed in Baghdad. Well, the same thing is happening in Lebanon, where US and western reporters hang around with their pals in Hezbollah, serving up radical Islamic propaganda as unbiased news. Actually, I suppose it is unbiased, in a way, because the western journalists in the Middle East hate the Israelis every bit as much as the Arabs do, so to the journalists, spreading radical Islamic propaganda is in a good cause.

 

 

I’m in Beirut to see the wars

Just one of many journo whores

I kiss some ass but that’s my job

To be in front of every mob

That’s lined up when the pants come down

That’s how it’s done in Beirut town

Of course I have to slant the news

That’s how we whores all pay our dues

But look around you, if you will

A Jewish house on every hill

In Gaza children have no food

No wonder there’s an ugly mood

Among the peaceful Arab street

Who see their lives are incomplete

The Hizbullah folk that I know

Are real good guys who want to show

The world that all they want’s a chance

To join the economic dance

And live where ever they may choose

And incidentally kill some Jews

 

 

A Republic, If You Can Keep It

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The Belmont Club has a very interesting discussion of an article in the American Spectator by Angelo de Codavilla of Boston University, and a similar article in the UK Daily Telegraph by Janet Daley, in which both argue that the class struggle has come to America, not in the traditional sense of poor against rich, but of the self-anointed intellectual elites against the middle class. The object is what it has always been, power. Power to run the lives of people the elite deem unwashed and ignorant, and therefore in need of guidance and rule from people like them. Our new elites scoff at the Constitution and scoff at the notion that people have natural rights given by God. Elena Kagan, President Obama’s nominee to be the next Supreme Court justice, was asked, at her confirmation hearing, if she believed men had natural rights independent of the Constitution, and she replied, in her non-reply, that the only rights men had were rights granted by government, and by government she meant intelligent, sophisticated people like herself. The self-anointed intellectual elites have resumed the power taken from them by the Declaration of Independence, and mean not to relinguish it again. When asked what sort of nation had the founders created, Benjamin Franklin replied, “A republic, if you can keep it.”  Obama and his Marxist friends are determined to destroy the middle class, change the United States to a European style socialist state, and remain in power forever with the votes of the people who owe their lives and livelihood to the government, and to them.     

 

 

I find this crying, mewling crowd

Distasteful in extreme

Their cries of liberty are loud

But they don’t see the dream

The middle class has had its day

They’ve set the country’s tone

But now it’s us that has the say

We’ve taken back the loan

We gave to you so many years

Ago on 4 July

And now we have, I and my peers

Reclaimed the right to buy

Your vote and rule you as we please

The right to set the laws

To make you work while we at ease

Change everything, because

We are your betters, born to be

We know what’s best for you

We look about and scorn to see

Your middle classist view

That every man is equal ‘fore

The law and free to make

What of his life he can and more

With rights no one can take

But that is gone, gone with the wind

You’ll do what now we say

We’ll punish you, for you have sinned

That Independence Day

 

 

The Smiling Policeman

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There was a time people listened when the President of the United States spoke. That time has past. President Obama has misread President Teddy Roosevelt’s insistence that the United States walk softly but carry a big stick. No one fears or pays attention to President Obama, who walks softly and carries a big smile. North Korea detonates a nuke, knowing we will do nothing. The Iranians continue to build nukes, knowing we will do nothing. It is truly said, you can get more with a gun and a kind word than you can with just a kind word.

 

 

The mullahs say, you wish we’d stop?

Whatever do you mean?

You used to be the biggest cop

But now you’re truly seen

For what you are, a toothless boy

Come begging for to please

Your cringing manner brings us joy

And puts us at our ease

We’ve told you many times before

Our nukes are not for hold

We’ll go ahead and build our store

If we may be so bold

We know you try to do your best

To look so rough and tough

But we know you won’t pass the test

Big smiles just aint enough

But Bibi now’s, a different guy

He’s told you where to go

He’s knows what’s up, he isn’t shy

He’s gonna strike a blow

But we think we are ready for

Whatever Bibi does

We think that we can win this war

We think so just becuz

We know whose side that you are on

We know just where you stand

We know Barack is no Sharon

We know he’ll lend no hand

To either side, that’s who he is

He’s just above all that

Where once US made soda fizz

Today the soda’s flat

 

 

From The Ashes, What?

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Journalists and TV talking heads bemoan the seemingly bleak future of newspapers and the MSM in general, and increasingly worry that they might not live even in a shrunken state. Much thought is given to the idea that journalists should return to prior times, when journalism was a part time occupation. I don’t see this happening, but I do think newspapers and news magazines will return to a prior time when they were an unabashed mouthpiece of a political organization. Everyone knew where they stood, and their readers agreed with them or they didn’t read it. People who don’t agree with Fox News don’t watch it, and people who don’t agree with Keith Olbermann don’t watch him. Newspapers were not named the Whosis Democrat and the Whatsis Republican for nothing. In this transitional period most of the MSM has already achieved this prior status, and is the mouthpiece of the Democratic party and the liberal point of view. We have not yet seen the rise of an alternate and competitive MSM, but we will.    

 

 

Ed Murrow sat in smoke filled booth

While Cronkite filled his pipe

They gave us what we thought was truth

Which we now know was tripe

We had forgotten that these guys

Were not the chosen few

But closet liberals in disguise

But then, what else is new

The New York Times was proud to claim

Their news was bias free

The DC Post’s one claim to fame

Is that they’re from DC

Between them both we got the word

They wanted us to hear

And once we heard we were a herd

And went where they would steer

But we’re a whole lot smarter now

We’ve seen through the charade

We’ve seen them work and we know how

They manage the parade

They’re going now, they’re leaving town

Good riddance to the lot

I only hope that while they’re down

We kick out all their snot

They’ve led us now to where we are

At liberal’s heaven’s door

The constitution no more bar

To things they hunger for

Like socialism for us all

And state run enterprise

But shortly we’ll hear freedom’s call

And much to their surprise

The people of the USA

Will say enough’s enough

You’ve had your run, you’ve made us pay

And now we call your bluff

We’re taking back our country now

The people we have spoken

We’ll put the pieces back somehow

And restore the land you’ve broken   

 

 

The River Of Despair

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The Belmont Club has an interesting discussion of a Meghan McArdle article in the Atlantic Monthly about why some men are good at picking up women and other men not. There seems to be an assumption that men who strike out a lot in the pickup game are drowning in the River of Despair. I confess that in my early youth I was one of these, and my river of despair was the Pickup Styx.

 

 

I’ve always envied men who could

Get women with a smile

A word, a look, and off they’d go

As I sat there the while

And watched the byplay in despair

And wondered why ‘twas that

I could not ever do the same

Was I just born a flat?

I have my hair, my teeth are fine

My clothes are cleaned and pressed

I meet someone for dinner and

I try my very best

To set the tone right from the start

But she thinks I’m a bore

I take her home, a peck on cheek

But can’t get past the door

Young ladies just won’t look my way

No matter hard I try

My wife says it’s because I’m old

Though grandkids think I’m spry

 

 

The Fat Police

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The fat police are pressing for an confiscatory tax on sugary drinks, arguing that people are getting too fat and costing the rest of us money for the ills fat people encounter. I don’t believe the fat police are concerned with the welfare of others, especially overweight people, whom they obviously despise. No what the fat police want, like the tobacco police and all the other busybodies who think they have a moral claim to rule our lives, is power. Power to tell others what to do, power to rule the lives of others. When I read that I went right out and bought a case of Coke.

 

 

Please tell me sir, you surely joke

They’re gonna tax my can of Coke?

They’re gonna tax it ‘cause they think I’m fat?

But when I step on bathroom scale

It says I’m skinny as a rail

What do these loonies have to say to that?

Suppose I join the ranks of those

Who cannot fit into their clothes

And lose the weight the whackos say I’ll lose

What if I slowly waist away

And die of hunger one fine day

With homicide detectives without clues

You think the tale a bit absurd

But sugar’s now a dirty word

And calories once lost are not regained

And so I post this little verse

In case I go from bad to worse

And hope my sad demise is thus explained

 

 

The Greening Of The Sun

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President Obama and Energy Secretary Steve Chu recently approved massive loan guarantees to solar projects in the U.S. as part of the federal stimulus. The biggest project was the 250 megawatt Solana Concentrating Solar Power project in Gila Bend, Arizona, to be built by a Spanish company, and which is backed by a $1.45 billion loan guarantee put up by the American taxpayer., following an earlier loan guarantee of $1.37 billion to another company for a similar project. Obama hailed the projects as a critical step in the process of going green and getting us off dependence on oil and coal and gas, while at the same time creating 5,000 jobs. One assumes there was no American company equal to the task of erecting mirrors in the desert, and one knows, by experience, that these job estimates are always much too high, but even assuming there will be as many as 5,000 jobs created, that comes to $400,000 per job. For that kind of money I’d stand in the middle of the desert holding a mirror for as long as they want.    

 

So what’s the fuss, Obama said

Four hundred K a job

Will put our nation far ahead

Of that infernal mob

That wants to keep us in the past

With oil and gas and coal

These fossil fuels just cannot last

And freedom is our goal

Freedom from the Middle East

And Chavez and the like

Who think that we will feed the beast

But we’ve a blow to strike

The sun’s the place we put our trust

The sun will never die

It’s solar power now or bust

It’s not pi in the sky

Of course on cloudy days you’ll find

Your TV will not work

And nighttime too you’re in a bind

A-groping in the murk

The cost of green is high we know

We’ll borrow just to start

The fare is steep, the fare we’ll owe

So each must do his part

The bus to the fare future leaves

We’re on it or we’re not

We wear our herz upon our sleeves

We pay the fare or rot

But that’s all right, I say okay

When all is said and done

It’s green and we will gladly pay

The price to tame the sun

That prince of light, of flaming hue

Egyptians knew as Ra

Will bend a knee to masters new

Our fare owe, Oba Ma!



 

Tomorrow Belong Me

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It is emerging that Al Franken won his Senate seat with illegal votes, something all of us knew from the start. There is no surprise here. The policy of the Democratic party is to flood the voting rolls with illegal and fraudulent voters to go along with their base of blacks, homosexuals, feminists and assorted other people with a hankering to grab onto the Federal teat, thereby establishing a permanent progressive/liberal tyranny. Not so very long ago a grinning Democrat said to an interviewer, “Today still belong you, but tomorrow belong me.”

 

 

Today still belong you

Tomorrow belong me

We own this country now

From sea to shining sea

You owe me for the work

My grampa did for you

You owe me for the life

Of pain you put me through

My vote will put in place

Good people who will care

For people just like me

Who only want their share

We do not ask for much

We only want what’s due

Tomorrow belong me

Today still belong you

 

 

The Very Bankable Senator Dodd

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Senator Chris Dodd, (D CT and Ireland), proudly waved the 2000 page Obamnibus Finance Bill and declared “We won’t know what’s in until it’s passed.” Just like the 2,000 page Health Care monstrosity. The Dems are inordinately proud of producing massive bills that no one reads and understands less, and forcing them through despite massive opposition from the public, knowing they have but a small window till November to pass the Obama agenda of destroying the very fabric of American culture and economy, all in accordance with his vision of turning the United States into just another failed socialist state. The big banks are delighted with the Democrats’ handiwork, for the taxpayers, if the bill becomes law, will be on the hook for any large losses the big banks have, since the bill is essentially a bail-out bill for Wall Street. The Dems did not, of course, touch in any way the corrupt Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, the two culprits responsible for the 2008 financial meltdown. No, Fannie and Freddie are safe, Wall Street is safe, the government employee service union employees are safe, but are we? Is the country? Stay tuned.

 

 

My mother’s a Rothschild and I’m here to say

That thanks to the Congress and Dems

There’s now piles of money with which I can play

And keep wife in gold and in gems

I own lots of banks and I love this new law

It quiets the mob in the streets

They think it is tough but that’s not what I saw

I’ve read it and it’s full of sweets

Sweets for the bankers and leveragers and such

We carry on much as before

With all of the stuff that once got us in dutch

But Congress now put in a floor

So nothing can harm us if we make mistake

And think it’s a bull not a bear

We lose not a cent for the Congress doth spake

We merrily dance without care

Yes Christopher Dodd is a hero to us

We’re now on the Fed gravy train

My only concern is once under the bus

What happens when it starts to rain

 

 

An Outgoing Tide

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Israeli Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu has stated repeatedly that he will accept a Palestinian state so long as that state accepts the existence of Israel as the Jewish homeland, an offer the Palestinians have always vehemently rejected. Ahmadinejad and the Iranian clerics have continued to threaten to destroy Israel, and when they get the bomb they will do so. Hezbullah has been re-armed with thousands of Iranian long range missiles, bringing all of Israel within range, and those missiles will fly before long. The Middle East is riding an outgoing tide, and all out war is coming. If it comes before Iran has the bomb, the conflict may be contained, but if Iran nukes Israel, the Middle East will evaporate under the Israeli counterstroke, Teheran, Damascus and Riyadh vanished, the desert turned to glowing glass. Yet President Obama persists in his awkward and humiliating policy of throwing flowers and kisses to the Iranians, who cheerfully use the time given to them by Obama to complete their bomb and their plans. When the tide goes out, so will the lights.

 

 

Bibi is a Philly guy and so, my friends, am I

So I know how us Philly guys react to threats and such

When mullahs promise death to Jews will come from out the sky

A guy like Bibi smiles but man can only take so much

We know cannon fire grapeshot but they seldom fire BBs

Bibi fires cannon though, ‘cause that’s what Bibi does

If smoothbore 18 pounders give the mullahs heebie jeebies

Then you just wait till Bibi’s F-15s give them a buzz

Bibi isn’t waiting for the US or the UN

To give him full permission to defend his home and hearth

He’ll hit the mullahs first before they put his land in ruin

He’ll show them what it means to have your land become scorched earth

The calendar is winding down relentlessly this summer

And while the Phils and Cards and Yanks are playing out the game

The Mossad guys and IAF are planning on a bummer

That after which downtown Teheran will never be the same

The guys in beards and turbans think they’ve got us by the shorties

They don’t see Armageddon though you’d really think they should

The IAF is coming and they’re not in old P-40s

The mullahs better get out while the Arma gettin’s good