Category Archives: Verse

The Sweet Sound Of Boots

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The Left has shown its fascist face for all to see. They care deeply about certain things, but they care about power most of all. Power to control our lives, power to tell us what to do and when to do it, power to decide that giving Viagra to everyone, even sex offenders, is the essence of humanitarian care-giving. They care not that the bill that is now law will bankrupt the country unless somehow checked, either by the courts or by the elections in November. If they can force you to buy insurance under penalty of law, if the IRS can deduct the price of insurance you do not want from your paycheck, or fine you for non-compliance, why cannot they force you to buy a Government Motors car? And what color shirts will Obama’s internal armed force wear, green or brown? When you hear the boots on the pavement it will be too late. A liberal commenter sent me the following message:

 

 

It doesn’t make much sense to me

Why knuckledraggers cannot see

That sex offenders are just people too

A little pill just once a day

A tortured child the price we pay

Preserving liberty for me and you

You right wing guys give me a pain

All hail Barack, long may he reign

He’s what this country needs and what it’s got

Next on the docket cap and trade

And let us call a spade a spade

Michelle is gorgeous too and just damn hot

In closing let me say Barack

Is taking our great country back

Back to its great beginnings and its roots

Soon you’ll see us marching proud

Horst Wessel Lied so clear and loud

The pavements ringing with the sound of boots

 

 

The Long, Slppery Road

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It is now more than 24 hours since the Dems passed Obamacare late Sunday night, and I am still sick unto my stomach. We had too close a glimpse at the sausage making. Deals and threats, threats and deals. I tell myself it isn’t over, I tell myself there is still a chance to stay the country from going down the road to serfdom, to borrow a phrase, to stay the country from going down that long, slippery socialist road that leads to the long sleep of national death. It took Rome a long time to die; our death will be cleaner, for the barbarians are not at the gates, they are ruling the country. But I do not despair. To borrow another phrase, God looks after drunks, fools and the United States of America. I believe we will come through this, changed, possibly, in some ways, but not fundamentally changed, as is so ardently wished by our leftist rulers. Maybe the pundits are right, maybe the Democrats will be severely punished in November. I hope so, but November is a long way off, and much can and will happen. I comfort myself by believing the left has just had its Austerlitz, and Waterloo is looming, and they will go the way of another American political party, the long gone and mostly forgotten Whigs.

 

 

Nothing could be vainer

Than the plea by Mr. Boehner

To get the Dems to thinking

‘Bout a bill that was so stinking

That most people did reject it

But his plea, as was expected

Was rebuffed by those who heard it

And they voted as if herded

By Pelosi dressed in fancy

Clothing made for just our Nancy

Made it clear that any member

Who votes no will long remember

What it’s like to cross the party

So with cheers both loud and hearty

The Dems just destroyed the nation

Disregarding the oration

By distinguished Mr. Boehner

Their disdain could not be plainer

But the battle isn’t over

For the moment they’re in clover

But November will be here soon

They’ll be sitting in the rear soon

For no matter how they salve it

Angered people will not have it

Yes right now they’re quite the fed pigs

Pretty soon they’ll be the dead Whigs

 

 

Vampires

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On the very day the Democrats in the House pushed through the most destructive bill to ever see the light of day, on the very day the odious Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi, announced grandly and with a beatific smile that We Are Doing This For The American People!, when we all know they are doing it for power, the power to tell us all what to do and when to do it, the power all leftists live for and die for, yes, on the very day 235 years of history and culture were tossed in the dumpster and the country started on the path to a Marxist socialistic country, the Belmont Club had a discussion about bats. You know, those furry things that fly at night and turn into vampires. Sort of like Democrats now that I think of it, and who better to lead them in their nightly forays but Botox Nancy.    

 

 

I don’t love those bats, but I have no hard feelings

They’re just some weird rats that hang down from the ceilings

And when they get sleepy they clump nice and cozy

To me they’re just creepy, like Bela Lugosi

But I like them more than those Dems and their hell care

We’ll even the score, we care not for their welfare

They think that we’ll take it and thank them forever

They think they can fake it but they’re not that clever

We’ll wait till they’re sleepy and clump nice and cozy

And wood stake that creepy vampire Pelosi

 

 

Get Out And Get Under

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The Obama administration continues to throw our allies under the bus. So far Britain, France, Poland, the Czech Republic and India have been run over, and now Israel, with no doubt more to come. There’s an old song called Get Out And Get Under. It’s a 1913 song about the joys of driving that new-fangled craze, the automobile, but with a few word changes it might serve the Obama administration.

 

 

He told the Brits to get under, get out and get under

They got some old DVDs

That they could play at their ease

He told the Poles to get under, get out and get under

The missile shield’s off for good

Just join the Brits ‘neath the hood

The French would have to get under, get out and get under

With Brits and Poles if you please

Don’t like their stinky old cheese

And so they’d have to get under, get out and get under

Obama’s driving the bus

He doesn’t think about us

New Delhi had to get under, get out and get under

The Pakis are our new friends

That’s how it goes with these trends

The Czechs are in a new orbit now

‘Cause Russia is our newest best pal

So they will have to get under, get out and get under

There’s room for many and more

And Israel adds to the score

And soon ‘twill be so crowded under there

But Prez Obama doesn’t seem to care

And soon there’ll be no one to ride the bus

And underneath will be everyone of us

Because he’ll put us all under, we’ll all get out and get under

While he smoothes out the world’s every muss

 

 

The Wooing Of Suzanne Kosmas

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With the critical health care vote in the House on Sunday, the President is pulling out all the stops, witness his wooing of reluctant Congresswoman Suzanne Kosmas, (D-FL), who is rightly concerned that unemployment in her district is over 10% and rising because Obama has tossed NASA into the dumpster. Will it be enough? We’ll see. My guess it will pass, or have been deemed to have passed, even if the Dems have to turn out the lights.

 

 

Mr. President, I do declare

I’d love to vote for your health care

But policy is raising hob

My people’ve lost their NASA job

I feel your pain, Suzanne my dear

But really, you have naught to fear

I know I’m closing NASA down

You sure are pretty when you frown

Now here we are at Air Force One

See how she sparkles in the sun

So come, my dear, and climb right in

We’ll take her for a little spin

That’s right, get comfy in your seat

Now here’s some slippers for your feet

A snack, some food, a little drink?

Ah then where was I, let me think

Ah yes, the coming health care vote

You know we’re in the self same boat

We sink or swim together, dear

We battle stormy weather here

But with your help we’ll pull it through

I know that I can count on you

My private cabin has a lock

When the door’s closed no one will knock

These seats you know go fully back

You think you’re really in the sack

Here let me pull the curtain down

You sure are pretty when you frown

 

 

The Man With The Golden Gun

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A Chechen man named Sulim Amadayev, who had led secret Russian GRU units against his fellow Chechens, turned against his Russian masters and switched sides. The Russians, not taking kindly to betrayal, tracked Sulim down and shot him dead in a Dubai luxury hotel. Reports are that Amadayev was shot by a man with a gold plated automatic. Shades of James Bond.

 

 

A golden arm, a golden gun

See how it glitters in the sun

A quiet word, a leisured smile

And you’ll be gone a good long while

Dubai’s the place if you must go

With luck you’ll win or place or show

The towers, sand and cool gulf breeze

Again with luck a life of ease

But if you’ve crossed those Russian gents

They’ll track you down, hang the expense

A golden arm, a golden gun

See how it glitters in the sun

 

 

Nostradamus, Guest Blogger, Vol 7

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Well, it’s March Madness again, the best tournament in sports, the NCAA basketball tournament. As usual, Nostradamus knows who will win it all, and has known, in fact, for many years. Nostradamus has whispered the answers to verse-afire, and verse-afire now whispers them to you.

 

 

The first round play

Begins today

And 16 plays the 1

It isn’t fair

But I don’t care

I’ll watch it just for fun

Kentucky and Duke make the Sweet Sixteen

But then abruptly leave the scene

Georgetown beats Ohio State

And loses to Kansas in Final Eight

Pitt beats the ‘Cuse for the Final Four

And Villanova gets there one time more

It’s Villanova – West Virginny

And Kansas versus Pitt

And now the genuine top skinny

Get ready, this is it

Who is it plays to be the champs?

Kansas turns out Villanova’s lamps

 

 

Teacher Teacher

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The Belmont Club has an interesting post on the failure of teachers to actually teach and the failure of students to actually learn. Teachers unions will not permit the firing of bad teachers, and the standard tests mandated by the No Child Left Behind Act induces teachers and administrators at failing schools to fake the test data to make it appear they are in compliance. It would be nice if we could start over with eager little kids and non-union schoolmarms. Maybe then we could cut down on the number of high school graduates who can neither read nor write nor do simple arithmetic. 

 

 

I brought an apple every day

I tried so hard in every way

I read my lessons, learned them well

I evin treid to lern to spel

Arithmetic I couldn’t get

That’s why my mommy got upset

And history I always failed

Who cares when that Columbus sailed

My teacher gave us all a test

I failed it just like all the rest

But teacher gave us a good grade

No matter what we really made

I graduated top of class

Though not a subject did I pass

I think my childhood they did rob

Because I cannot get a job

 

 

Friends For Sale

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President Obama addresses the White House press corps on his latest initiative to bring peace to the Middle East. When pressed, he admitted his policy consists of throwing our friends under the bus.

 

 

Throwing people under the bus?

Goodness gracious that’s not us

Although it’s true that we, by golly

Will throw our friends under the trolley

It’s all a matter of style, you see

A graceful act of civility

We’re noted for our kind attacks

That’s why we like those trolley tracks

Iran’s our bosom buddy now

So peace will come, we’ll show you how

We have a lot of friends to sell

We’ll give them Israel as well

They’ll have the bomb, but that’s all right

At least we all can sleep at night

Excuse me please, there goes the phone

What’s that you say, they’ve gone alone?

Teheran is gone, Damascus too?

Now ain’t that like a dirty Jew

They’ve gone without a nod from us

And threw us all under the bus

 

 

There Will Always Be Soldiers

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Experts say Drones are the future of war, and that many countries are building them in hopes that drones will mean they won’t need more conventional forces. But you will always need soldiers. 

 

 

There will always be soldiers and women who love them

Or is it the other way ‘round

A drone on the other hand flies high above them

While never contesting the ground

A drone has no wife nor a child nor a nation

No drone ever took a held hill

And while an armed drone can long loiter on station

It can’t liberate, never will

A man with a rifle or sword or an arrow

A man with the guts to go hard at the foe

Will walk a defended street darkling and narrow

Will carry the flag where a drone cannot go

Oh yes there are those who think soldiers not needed

That armies and navies and air are no more

But where that false doctrine of warfare is heeded

That country will find there is sorrow in store