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A Little Too Risky

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The volcanic ash cloud that drifted over northern Europe this past week and grounded all airlines for days was quite possibly not as severe a threat to jet engines as feared. It seems the British Met office put the data into their computers and got an answer they didn’t like. Nothing definitive, mind you, just an unknown level of risk. But the very thought of risk is anathema to governments and people today, and so, to avoid even the possibility of there being any risk of their being any risk, they shut down the entire industry and inconvenienced many thousands of passengers. One wonders where the world would now be had such a heightened degree of risk aversion been a constant in our history. 

 

 

The Rubicon, sir, cross or not

Perhaps some risk entails

The omens, sir, look not so hot

So say the scanned entrails

The weather in the Channel, Ike

Is making up to blow

The weather boffins say don’t strike

They say we shouldn’t go

The Delaware is filled with ice

It’s snowing, Christmas Eve

Who knows if we shall pay the price

Too risky I believe

Now Orville thinks that he can fly

Like robins, jays and shrikes

I told him not to even try

Should stick to making bikes

Just look at Og, that’s not his trade

He’s crazy, I do feel

It’s such a risky bet he’s made

No one will buy a wheel

And so it goes, and so it went

For history doth show

For every crackpot there’s a gent

Who says he shouldn’t go

 

 

Tectonic

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The Tea Party has come under intense fire from the administration, the press and liberals in general, and with good reason. The Left knows the tea partiers are dangerous to their continued mastery of the culture and politics of the country. The tea partiers are dangerous because they are ordinary Americans, middle class people who never before thought of protesting the government or anything else, who believed that as long as things went along fairly well the country could correct any deviations, any mistakes. And for most of our history they were right; the country was self-correcting. But now ordinary Americans are afraid the Obama administration is taking the country down a path of debt and socialism that the country may not be able to recover from. And so they gather in greater and greater numbers, shrugging off the lying attacks by the Democrats and the lapdog media, gathering strength. The Left knows the Tea Parties are the tip of the tsunami. Ordinary Americans are slow to anger, slow to get seriously involved, as slow, almost, as the tectonic plates moving the continents about, but once they are engaged, once their anger reaches the tipping point, the country changes course to common sense and first principles, to the rule of law and the Constitution. And the Left cannot abide the thought.   

 

 

Thin as eggshell mantle slides

Creating tectonic divides

As continents on magma creep

Subducted in the ocean deep

And so it proves in man’s affairs

When times are good that no one cares

Who gets to sit on Caesar’s throne

Or who decides the culture’s tone

But when the movement starts to speed

When things grow dark and start to bleed

It’s then America grows tense

And some will say with common sense

We’ll stop the madness in its tracks

If act before the mirror cracks

If not then just as plates collide

We’ll be subducted in the slide

And pass from history with a sigh

Without so much as a goodbye

 

 

A Nice Cup Of Tea

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The British are about to have a general election.  Unfortunately, from this side of the drink it appears to be a contest between Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee. As George Wallace used to say of Democrats and Republicans, there ain’t a dimes worth of difference between Labour and Tories. Whoever wins, the problems of unassimilated Muslims, unsustainable debt and accelerating decline will not be addressed. What England needs is a Tea Party. Where is the England of Kipling and Chinese Gordon? The England that bestrode the world? Is it still there, still quietly beating beneath the dross and shambles of Labour socialism? England doesn’t need a man on a White Horse, England needs a few good men and women with a cup of tea in their hands, ready to go to work to take their country back. 

 

 

Sir Thomas Lipton sailed his sloop

Won an America’s Cup

He packaged tea and later soup

The people ate it up

For tea comes easy to the Brits

They like it hot and sweet

At five it’s tea time at the Ritz

With cuke sandwiches neat

But now it’s time for British men

And British women too

To look about and say Amen

It’s bad, what can we do?

Just take it back, tea party style

Demand the madness end

With luck and pluck and maybe guile

You’ll get what you intend

A country free from social ills

Old Blighty as of yore

With socialism’s obscene frills

Shown out the bloody door

Yes drink your tea and sail your sloops

Throw out each party hack

Just march behind tea party troops

And take your country back

 

 

A Well Deserved Contempt

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Dana Milbank, at the Washington Post, writes of President Obama’s utter disdain for the press at the recently concluded nuclear summit in Washington, DC, a summit attended by some of the world’s foremost dictators, but not the two principal culprits, Iran and North Korea. Milbank seems to feel that the press was treated shabbily by the president, not allowing them access to the meetings or the summiteers. But what does the press expect? Slavish devotion and boot-licking by the press was bound to create a sense of profound and well deserved contempt on the part of the president.

 

 

The press thinks it’s entitled to

Speak with any bigwig who

Happens to be visiting these shores

They feel as any dog would feel

When master tells them all to heel

And acts in ways the press surely deplores

The press cares not Obama seeks

To raise the debt to untold peaks

They care not all if Iran nukes the Jews

They get upset and only when

Obama treats them not like men

But like a lapdog he can well abuse

Of course the press will surely find

That loving Obie Wan is kind

Of like them loving someone’s chilly stare

Obama treats them all like dirt

They grovel more the more they’re hurt

And why should we, or Obie, really care

 

 

The Roaches And The Meek

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The First Nuclear Age has been defined as the bi-polar world between the two nuclear superpowers, the United States and the Soviet Union, with minor nuclear powers Great Britain and France. This first age, the age of the Non-Proliferation Treaty (NPT), lasted some forty or fifty years. The Second Nuclear Age has been defined as the age of proliferation, when countries such as Israel, Pakistan, China and North Korea developed the bomb, with Iran on the threshold of having nuclear capability. The Third Nuclear Age is defined as the time, now fast approaching, when Iran and/or North Korea will give or sell nuclear weapons to non-state actors like al-Qaeda and the Taliban. When that happens we will long for the good old days of Mutual Assured Destruction.

 

 

How much we yearn at every turn

For good old days of yore

When all that’s good was all that stood

Before the locked nuke door

Today we see the NPT

In tattered disarray

It served us well but what the hell

The thing has seen its day

Now everyone under the sun

Has nukes or plans in place

To build or try to steal or buy

A bomb to join the race

And soon the wise al Qaeda guys

Will get their hands on one

And New York town will be one down

Though not be one and done

For soon the sky will see them fly

As missiles targets seek

And the world’s heirs as if one cares

The roaches and the meek

 

 

Teherananana

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Iran will very soon have nuclear weapons, and the question is, who will be the first to get one, the Taliban or al Qaeda? My guess is the Taliban. Many years ago Harry Belafonte had a hit song called Day-o, the lyric of which went, “Come Mr. Tallyman, tally me banana.” The tallyman will now be counting out nukes, and not bananas.   

 

 

Come Mr. Tallyman, tally me banana

Is now Come Mr. Taliban let me show you this

Nice little thing we’ve got here’n Teherananana

For the right price we are sure you cannot miss

Think of the joy you will bring to Muslim masses

Think of the laughter the Arab street will find

Think of the tears as you kick those Yankee asses

Think of the fears you will raise in Kaffir’s mind

Don’t think of price for we know you can afford it

We know you’ve got resources out the old kazoo

Just sign your name here and then we can record it

Then after that you’ll just have to holler boo

Everyone knows that you never show no mercy

Everyone knows that you mean just what you say

One little bomb could take out all of New Jercy

Two little bombs and you own the USA

Come Mr. Taliban to Teherananana

Come Mr. Taliban cross my palm with gold

Come Mr. Taliban tally me banana

Soon everyone will be doing as he’s told

 

 

 

He Ain’t No Ally Of Mine

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Since March 14th President Obama and the Secretary of State have issued a series of insults to Israel. On that date the president and secretary of state scolded the Israelis for daring to build some housing on land belonging to Israel, demanding that they cease forthwith or suffer the consequences. Just recently, during a White House visit by Prime Minister Netanyahu, Obama abruptly got up and left the room, telling the Prime Minister of our most important ally in the Middle East that he was going to dinner and he could hang around if he liked. There has been much speculation as to the reason the president and secretary of state have so insulted our only friend in the region, most believing there must be some underlying reason we on the outside do not yet know about. I don’t think so. I think the reason is far simpler. Obama was raised Muslim, by a marxist mother and communist father, has hung around all his life with virulent anti-Semites, and is simply doing what he has been acculturated to do.  

 

 

To those who might be wondering why

Obama seems so curt

To Netanyahu and the Jews

It’s ‘cause he wants them hurt

He grew up Muslim don’t you see

Then Farrakhan as friend

The Reverend Wright for twenty years

Now Israel’s gonna end

The Jews are enemies of his

And every Muslim knows

That killing Jews is Allah’s wish

That’s why the feeling grows

In Obie Wan’s perfervid mind

That history now states

It’s time for peace for all mankind

Blessed holocaust awaits

 

 

Bombs Away? No Way

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President Obama has redefined the posture of the United States regarding our use of nuclear weapons if we are attacked. Every president post World War 2 has kept our options open in case of attack, but not Obama. He has now declared, all by himself, that should the United States suffer a massive chemical or biological attack we will not retaliate with nuclear weapons, so long as the attacker has signed the Nuclear Non-proliferation Treaty. I can see it now: an American city is hit with a massive biological attack, hundreds of thousands dead, and Obama calls in the lawyers to determine if the attacker is in compliance with the NNT, with all paperwork up to date. If so, then we presumably retaliate with bombs and bullets, taking care lest we hurt a civilian. Obama has just put a great big bull’s-eye on our backs, but he’s cool with that. For Obama it’s all just a game, and losing has no consequences.

 

 

It’s just a game, it’s just like hoops

Or so Obama says

The ball comes in the paint, I score

That’s why I am the prez

We used to press them man to man

Sometimes we used a zone

But now it’s time to change our schemes

For defense of my own

I’ll tell the world that we won’t fight

Come hit us if you like

So long as you just only use

A biologic strike

We’re standing down our nukes you see

And hoping all goes well

And hoping others do the same

But only time will tell

We’re up by one, they have the ball

One second left to play

I’ve lost my man, he shoots, he scores

Oh well, it’s not my day

 

 

The Disposal Game

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Matt Taibbi, in Rolling Stone, describes how Jefferson County, Alabama, borrowed itself into bankruptcy. Under pressure from environmentalists, the county decided to reduce its sewage plant outflow into the nearby river to zero, something no treatment plant in the world has ever accomplished. Unfortunately, getting down to zero required a sewage treatment plant equivalent to the Manhattan Project. The county borrowed an enormous amount of money from Wall Street, some of which even passed unscathed through the hands of the local politicians, and so, between the staggering debt service and the massive corruption, the county soon found itself defaulting on its loans and laying people off. Taibbi, of course, blames it all on a failure of capitalism and the greed of Wall Street bankers who lent the county the money. But this is more than the story of a little Alabama county, this is the future of the United States, with trillions and trillions of debt that can only be paid by debasing the currency or raising taxes to levels that kill the economy. Obama did tell Joe the Plumber that he wanted to redistribute the wealth, and it looks like he’s doing it, but the problem is, he’s redistributing it to China.

 

 

He liked to bring things home from work

A virtue, I will grant

The problem was he worked all day

At the disposal plant

But that was nothing to the stuff

The politicians got

Watches, cash and sweetheart deals

It all went in the pot

Enviro whackos egged them on

The river must be clean

We’ll kill dear Mother Earth, they cried

Unless we all go green

The whackos listened not at all

To engineers who said

A simple three stage treatment plant

Would be just fine instead

With money dangling ‘fore their eyes

The politicians lunged

And grabbed it all for them and theirs

And into debt they plunged

They hocked the town up to its ears

Taxpayers had a fit

The promises the whackos made

Were just a crock of s**t

 

 

RMS Titanic

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On 14 April 1912, the White Star Line’s unsinkable Titanic, the pride of Great Britain, the world’s most powerful country, hit an iceberg in the North Atlantic and sank, taking with her over a thousand passengers and crew.  Today, 98 years later, England is nearly bankrupt and Europe and the United States close behind. In 1912 the future of Western society was seen as limitless. Today the future of Western civilization is cloudy at best, with populations expecting government handouts to continue unabated despite frightening debt, with populations bereft of any knowledge of their country’s history or culture, and with politicians unwilling and unable to tell the truth, even if they knew it. The iceberg is closer to us now than it ever was in our history, and when we hit that iceberg it will be more than a passenger liner that goes down. Multiculturalism and political correctness have sapped all notion of what is right and good about our country from the populace, and the mommy state politicians have rented our souls with brass plated lead coins they insist are gold. Unless we take our country back and stop the insanity, we will very shortly hit that iceberg, and when we do you will find the water is a whole lot colder than you could have ever imagined.      

 

 

We speak of Titanic and icebergs and floe

I’ve heard of it somewhere and here’s what I know

On a sad day in April of ‘75

Hardly a man is now alive

Now wait just a minute that was Paul Revere

Who rode a horse somewhere, or that’s what I hear

And sometime in April that ship came to harm

She sank, I believe, on some Middlesex farm

The past seems so hazy, so far out of date

The future will come though it may be quite late

The present is peaceful, with goodies for free

I know ‘cause they say so each night on TV

I vote the straight ticket ‘cause else what’s the use

If stuff starts to go wrong I’ve got an excuse

But so far all’s well and I’m quite pleased to say

That my life is one swellegant joy day to day

The government works so that life is quite nice

Though lately I’m seeing a good bit of ice

The captain has said there is nothing to fear

We shall break all the records by end of the year

I sleep soundly now in my Promenade berth

As my ship sails serenely upon this fair earth

I go up on deck to a starry filled night

With there in the distance a glorious sight

Pale white in the darkness, an iceberg I’m told

Now who would have thought that this water’s so cold