Darwin explained evolution in terms of the survival of the fittest. The threat from radical Islam will test Darwin’s theory, as it will test the men of the West. At the moment it does not look all that good for the West, where the political class assumes it has no right to defend itself. Time will tell if we of the West are fit enough to survive as a free people. If we do not resist the murderous onslaught of Islam then we will be subsumed into the Islamic world as second class citizens with no rights in our own countries. That, of course, is the most benign scenario. The likeliest scenario is that surrender will lead to enslavement, a practice that Islam has always imposed on its vanquished enemy.

Darwin says that men and apes

Are cousins after all

With silverbacked and silver haired

Old men who can’t recall

The days of yore when they were young

And pretty as you please

They swung all night and then by day

They slept high in the trees

Those days are gone for Darwin man

Today he lacks the strength

To fight for what is his by right

And so, in time, at length

A stronger horse will come one day

And take the weak ape’s tree

The bell does toll for apes and men

And yes it tolls for thee

The mainstream media has allowed the fourth of June to pass without comment on the incredible events of June 4, 1942. Shortly after those events John Ford, the famous Hollywood director, created a film honoring the gallant sacrifice of Torpedo Squadron 8 (VT-8) at the Battle of Midway, June 4, 1942. The film was never shown publicly. He gave it to the families of the men who gave their lives that morning north of Hawaii, gave their lives knowing they had little chance, in their obsolete Devastators, to survive a torpedo attack on the Japanese carriers. Yet they did attack, and were shot down and killed, all save a young ensign named George Gay, who survived to witness the arrival of the dive bombers just minutes after Torpedo Squadron 8, by their gallant attack, had drawn the Japanese fighter planes down to wave top level, leaving the sky clear for the Dauntless dive bombers to come in and sink all four Japanese carriers.

The men of VT-8 knew well

Their planes were obsolete

They knew that they stood little chance

To strike Nagumo’s fleet

But still they lumbered down the deck

That sparkling summer morn

And flew their Devastators true

And thus are heroes born

Their sacrifice was not in vain

For soon and very soon

The Dauntlesses made history on

That Glorious Fourth Of June

Some say that men like that belong

To ages gone and past

But no, such men will heed the call

However long we last

Should freedom last a thousand years

They’ll hear the fifer’s tune

And drummer boys will swell with pride

On the Glorious Fourth of June

We are all familiar with the large drones the CIA is operating, Global Hawk, Predator, that deliver death to our enemies from the unseen sky. Well, things are moving along the technological line that sees everything get smaller and better. The United States military is working on drones that are so small they fit in the palm of the hand, can enter buildings, and with their microsensors let us know what is going on behind closed doors. That, of course, is not the end. Drones will get smaller still, to microscopic size, the better to get under the skin of our enemies.

The four star General rubbed his chin

His stubbled whiskers rasped

So tiny was the little craft

It’s size could not be grasped

The lab technician smiled and said

We’ve reached the final stage

A drone this small will make you smile

And soon be all the rage

A micron wide, a micron long

A micron deep as well

Designed to torment and to drive

Our enemies to hell

Our enemies are everywhere

The General sadly said

The New York Times and NBC

They want the US dead

That’s what this little baby does

Said lab tech with a grin

We’re able now to do the worst

Get under liberals’ skin

D-Day, the sixth of June, will pass quietly in the West. Too quietly. We tend not to notice these ancient reminders of past glories these days. Our attention is fixed not on survival, but on other, more important, things. The men who went ashore that day, onto a hostile beach, onto a hostile continent, are far removed from us in time and space, for they knew who they were, they knew what they were fighting for, and more importantly, they knew what they were fighting for was important. Not so today, when far too many of us here in the West believe nothing is worth fighting for, that there is no difference between us and the people who are trying to kill us, no difference between people who kill little girls and cut off heads before the camera and a society that poured water up the noses of three terrorists in order to forestall further attack. We have lost our way, lost our nerve, lost our souls, and before long we will have lost our country.

The Western world is dead and gone

And with it any sense

Of waking to a peaceful dawn

Of striking warlike tents

The Taliban, those bearded men

So brave when beating girls

Have dazzled our fair left again

Who love their glistening curls

The North Koreans built their bomb

Without a word from us

We greeted it with rare aplomb

And counted it a plus

That Mr. Kim agreed to take

More money and more oil

When he agreed no nukes to make

 And wrapped us in his coil

Iran will shortly have the means

To kill six million Jews

While we put out behind the scenes

That really isn’t news

Where once men fought for home and hearth

Now men fight not at all

For cultures that have lost their worth

Where duty does not call

Where have they gone, our men of steel?

Who saw things rearranged?

It isn’t they who seem unreal

It’s only we who’ve changed

North Korea has issued a warning that if the South does anything, anything, even to the extent of mildly protesting the sinking of a South Korean warship by an NK submarine, it would mean war. Why would Kim say such a thing, do such a thing, when the South Korean military is much more powerful than the North Korean military? Does the nut job running North Korea have something up his tailored sleeve? Is he planning something nasty for South Korea while sipping whiskey with a nymph-like starlet on his lap? We don’t know. Satellites can tell us much, but not what’s in a man’s mind. Donald Rumsfeld famously said, “There are things we know we know, and there are things we know we don’t know, but there are also things we don’t know we don’t know.”

What we do know is Kim is nuts

He loves his whiskey and his sluts

He hungers for to kick our butts

And one day he will try

The thing we know that we don’t know

About the North Korean show

Is can their nukes make something glow

Or are they being sly

What we don’t know right now is that

If Kim does move will tit for tat

Start fires into which the fat

Will quickly start to fry

President Barack Obama recently announced a New World Order, though the parameters of that new world order seem fuzzy at best. It is difficult to say whether the president is ignorant of history or just unheeding. Napoleon thought he had established a new world order, and so did Adolf Hitler, to name just two of many, and we all know what happened to those world orders. Establishing new world orders is a difficult thing, and I doubt our Hussein has the capability or iron will required to pull it off. It’s possible he just misread his teleprompter. Maybe he intended to say “the New World (meaning the United States) is ordure,” and thought the teleprompter said “order”.

When Lyndon said that all the world

Was now one happy family

The disagreement that unfurled

Was sort of Vietnamily

When Bonaparte said Europe’s mine

A Continental order

A chorus rose to shout that’s fine

Just don’t you cross our border

When Adolf lit the world war spark

And danced a jig in Paris

He thought he’d broken Babe Ruth’s mark

He was no Roger Maris

And so it goes with our Hussein

The world is of his making

He’ll lower seas and stop the rain

His voice will leave foes shaking

With finger shakes and wagging tongue

He’ll curb the world’s new Hitlers

The New York Times his praises hung

In spite of his belittlers

Who say that power is not speech

Sometimes it’s force that’s needed

But Obie smiles it’s in his reach

And history unheeded

The Greek debt crisis is cascading like dominoes falling down the slopes of Mount Olympus. German voters are very unhappy that their government has voted their tax dollars to bail out a profligate bunch of people who are rioting and killing in an attempt to keep their bloated salaries and pensions that are paid for by borrowed money the Greeks never had the slightest intention of paying back. The Euro is trembling. Portugal, Spain and Italy are on the brink of Greeklike collapse, the EU central bank is scrambling to prop everything up, and the markets are betting the Eurozone is a political dream of the past. And don’t think it won’t affect the United States. The Cascades are more than mountains, the cascades are a mountain of debt that will soon come grinning with outstretched hand.  

The snow-peaked Cascades loom afar

Horizon bonded, chained

They wander not, immoveable

Majestic, God explained

But other cascades loom anear

Unchained by graft and greed

Let loose by ideology

And long time leftist creed

They threaten now to cascade down

The mountains that we’ve made

To bury us in snow and ice

Man made, snow peaked, cascade