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The Greening Of Al Gore

We have all known for some time that former Vice President and Nobel Laureate Albert Gore has made millions through his venture capital firm by investing green, and that he stands to make hundreds of millions more if the carbon cap and trade heist gets passed by the Dems in the dead of night. Mr. Gore has denied he has used his green credentials to make money, saying, via satellite phone from his private jet on its way to his Swiss chalet, that his interest is solely in saving the planet from the horrors of global warming, or climate change as it is now called since it was found the planet was cooling, not warming. No one begrudges Mr. Gore making money, or getting fat off his ill-gotten gains, but we can hope that he would please spare us the boring lectures about how greedy we all are in wanting to continue living the good life, especially since both we and Al know that the global warming crisis is a fraud and a scam designed to strangle the economy of the United States while enriching the likes of Al Gore.

I know it’s often pointed out

The sun doth rise each morn

And fill the world with light and heat

E’er since the earth was born

We know a little bit just how

The sun doth get its glow

It’s hydrogen and helium

For those who’re in the know

Unlike our Al who seems to think

The sun has naught to do

With temperature on this fair earth

He thinks it’s me and you

Who cause the temps to fluctuate

But always up, not down

And since it’s always up he claims

The world will shortly drown

As ice caps melt and seas do rise

And coastal cities flood

And mountain sides and fertile lands

Get covered up in mud

A Nobel Prize is what he got

For nonsense such as this

And now he’s sitting pretty in

A monetary bliss

Just thinking of the why and how

His life had turned out thus

From riding shotgun from back seat

Of Billy Clinton’s bus

To losing to the hated Bush

To making people sweat

He smiles a smile and wonders how

Much better can it get

While The Gettin’s Good

North Korea recently claimed to have weaponized enough plutonium from spent fuel rods to increase their nuclear arsenal, just one day after telling Washington it wanted direct talks with the United States. President Obama is said to be considering acquiescing to North Korea’s request, believing, as he does, that being nice to our enemies is the height of nuanced diplomacy. Word is the president will shortly announce that Hillary Clinton, the tough Secretary of Deference, will fly to Pyongyang to engage in one to one talks with the deranged dictator of a starving fifth world country, the better to accede to their demands.

Our President Obama says

The Norks have crossed the line

Since we don’t mind the nukes they have

With that we were just fine

But going forward with fuel rods

And making more nuke stuff

Is causing us to rethink things

And say that that’s enough

We have to take a firmer stand

And lets them really know

That we intend to scowl a bit

And let displeasure show

They want fresh talks with us alone

Or they will weaponize

And make more nukes but as to that

They’ve got to realize

That if our Sec of State appears

In Pyongyang for some talks

We’ve been along that road before

Most often with our hawks

We’re dovish now and so it seems

That North Korea should

Accept our kind surrender now

While the gettin’s good

Franklin And Wendell

Many of us worry about the United States becoming a socialist country. A little known accident of history, the untimely death of Wendell Willkie, scotched a plan to do just that. After the 1940 presidential election between a liberal Democrat, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and a liberal Republican, Wendell Willkie, FDR, frustrated, as he saw it, by the southern conservative Democrats, began talks with Willkie with the intent of forming a new Liberal party, uniting the liberal wings of the Democrat and Republican parties, leaving the rest to shift for themselves. Had it happened, the result would likely have been a three party system, with a rump conservative southern Democrat party, a rump conservative Midwest Republican party, and a dominant Liberal party. It never happened because WWII intervened, Willkie died, and less than two years after that FDR died. So it never happened, but it could have, with disastrous consequences for the US. As late as 1968 George Wallace could accurately say, of our two dominant parties, that there wasn’t a dime’s worth of difference between them. Had FDR and Willkie succeeded, there would most assuredly have been a great deal of difference between them. The United States would have had political parties on the British model, and our politics and country would have been completely different, dominated as it would be by a far left political party. That is where we now are, with the Democratic party captured by the far left, and leading us down that dank, dark road of socialism that leads inevitably to the cliff.

Washington said no more than two

To which all did agree

Till FDR said oh pooh pooh

I think I’ll go for three

The GOP guy in that year

Had Wendell for first name

Which tells you all you need to hear

About his chance for fame

Well FDR had up his sleeve

A scheme to flip the donkeys

And then without a by your leave

Unite with Wendell’s flunkies

To make a Liberal party that

Would rule the land forever

And guarantee whoever sat

In White House left it never

The Liberal flag remained unfurled

The thought just died aborning

‘Cause Wendell Willkie left this world

To very little mourning

And The Temples Of His Gods

Horatius, by Thomas Babington, Lord Macaulay

The following is a snippet from the great classic.

Then out spake brave Horatius

The Captain of the Gate:

“To every man upon this Earth

Death cometh soon or late.

And how can man die better

Than facing fearful odds,

For the ashes of his fathers

And the temples of his gods.”

Schoolboys have been reading of brave Horatius at the bridge for over two thousand years. Why has this long ago tale of a Roman soldier holding off the Etruscan host so compelling? I believe it is because it is a tale of honor, of bravery, of a warrior’s determination to fight for his country, his culture, his religion, his wife and children, to the death if need be. We are facing such a challenge today in militant Islam, on the rise once more, at war to the death with the once Christian west, a thousand year war that did not end at the gates of Vienna or at Lepanto. Do we have such a man, a Horatius, to stand at the bridge and deny the Muslims their victory over us, a victory that would reduce us to slaves? Will we see Muslim savagery for what it is, or will we insist Islam is a religion of peace, despite all evidence to the contrary? Will we stand and fight before a city dies from a Muslim nuke? Multiculturalism and political correctness have nearly destroyed the will of the West to resist, but resist we must, or we will surely lose all, including the ashes of our fathers and the temples of our gods.

For the ashes of his fathers

And the temples of his gods

Brave men will fight the fiercest foe

Despite the gravest odds

Today the foe amidst us

Walks upright and in the light

He fears naught but his holy book

That tells him he is right

To kill the infidel at hand

By any means possessed

He smiles the smile of conquest while

His victims are obsessed

With mortal things and mortal thoughts

Of living the good life

Avoiding confrontation and

Avoiding parlous strife

But come the day the masks fall off

Of Islam’s murderous face

And by its acts of savagery

Ignites the Christian race

Then only then will Christian men

Unite to stem the tide

And Islam’s terror gangsters will

Then have no place to hide

A burnt out western city will

Return a thousand fold

And western man the warrior

Will hark back to days of old

And will savage the black Muslims

Put them all beneath the sod

With the ashes of their fathers

And the temples of their god

Abe, George, What Would You Do?

The president has yet to decide whether to continue the war in Afghanistan to its finish, or to bug out, or to take the third route, a slow decline into inevitable defeat. Such are the burdens of the lonely man in the Oval Office. Late at night, in the Hall of the Presidents, Obama paces fitfully, begging the portraits to understand.

I will not be rushed

Though my name be crushed

‘Neath the right wing idiot mass

For I know I’m right

Least in Allah’s sight

So on Afghan plans I’ll pass

As deciders go

I may seem quite slow

But I get there in the end

I will delegate

So that I can skate

Up the hill and round the bend

It’s a lonely job

And it does play hob

With my presidential mien

For my health care plan

Meant for every man

Is departing from the scene

There is much to do

And the days are few

And the nights are long and cold

And I must decide

If I run or hide

To do neither would be bold

So I take me hence

To the passive tense

While our soldiers fight and die

Waiting for my writ

While I think and sit

Is it me or is it I

Jumping To Conclusions

The first thing out of the mouth of President Obama when he heard of the massacre of unarmed soldiers by a screaming Muslim was that we should not jump to conclusions about the motives of the shooter. No indeed. We must not think that just because Major Hasan called himself a soldier of Allah that he actually was one. People fantasize, you know, without ever carrying out their fantasies. No, as the mainstream media was quick to point out, without ever telling the viewing public that Major Hasan was a Muslim, there did not appear to be a motive for the murders. President Obama, in his speech at Fort Hood, said the attack was incomprehensible. Incomprehensible to some, maybe, but not for those of us not crippled by the insane blindness of political correctness.

When you jump to a conclusion

It can lead to much confusion

And that is something we don’t want to see

Just because a man is saying

That to Allah he is praying

Doesn’t mean he’s not the same as you and me

Just because he calls Al Qaeda

Doesn’t mean that he would hide a

Gun beneath his coat and shoot a man or two

And though many heard him crying

There are Muslim babies dying

And he blamed the deaths of all on me and you

Take the mosque that he attended

He would surely be offended

If we thought what he was told there was insane

Even though his Imam praised the

Men who gave their lives and razed the

Buildings in New York by Boeing aeroplane

And of course then we must never

Think a Muslim man could sever

Heads of innocents and those who mean no harm

For he is a man most peaceful

Who insists that we must cease all

Taking acts and words of Muslims with alarm

We must never think that single

Muslim men with whom we mingle

Are reflections of their countrymen at large

No the peaceful Muslim masses

Want to kill our Yankee asses

And put their crazy Imams all in charge

We should not jump to conclusion

That they’re playing with nuke fusion

For the purpose of destroying us this time

We must honor that their version

Of the truth is that the Persian

Rule of all us infidels will be sublime

Obama Girl

During the presidential election campaign of 2008, young white women fell in love with Barack Obama, the cool, the hip, the strong, beautiful black man they lusted for in their dreams. Obama Girl was one of these, gaining momentary fame with her YouTube songs in praise of Barack the Savior. Obama Girl and her sisters got their wish, they got their dream. Unfortunately, their dream has turned out to be a nightmare for the rest of us.

What have you done, Obama Girl?

You’ve put the country in great peril

You’ve put in place a president who seems

To think that dressing up like Mao

And giving emperors a bow

Is just the kind of prez who meets your dreams

But is this what you had in mind

When you and others of your kind

Went to the polls and voted in Barack

Who smiled and said it would be neat

If he had Oval Office seat

And country’s sins forgiven ‘cause he’s black

He’s tripled up the national debt

He’s vowed that Fox News he would get

He’s from Chicago, he means what he says

He has a long name enemies list

With very few that he has missed

You just can’t disagree with this here prez

He wants to gut our good health care

And put in place one that is fair

A health care plan that’s run by union goons

The same fine group of gals and guys

Who work for Acorn, no surprise

Who’ll make you wait for treatment many moons

The unemployment rate is up

The country drinks from bitter cup

The dollar shrinks and China says no way

That we continue buying bonds

With interest paid with magic wands

From now on when we ship you stuff you pay

With all this going on, dear girl

The man you loved is on a whirl

Wind tour of places he can bow and scrape

To kings and emperors alike

And as Iran prepares to strike

He thinks by doing nothing we’ll escape

What have you done, Obama Girl?

You’ve placed the country in great peril

You’ve put in place a president who seems

To want the country on its ear

And what is more, we greatly fear

There’s more to come than in our blackest dreams

A Dangerous Precedent, A Dangerous President

We all remember the pictures of President Obama bowing low and lovingly to the Saudi king, and now we have another picture of President Obama bowing obsequiously to the Japanese emperor Akihito. Next on the itinerary is China, and one wonders how low our president will bow to the portrait of Mao. Will he bow to the president of China? Stay tuned. But the question is not how low will President Obama bow to foreign potentates, nor how often and how sorrowfully he will apologize to the world for the evil done by the United States, but how did we ever elect such a man to the office he now besmirches and demeans.

There was a time, though not of late

That US presidents

Would shake the hands of heads of state

But now the precedent’s

To bow and scrape in humbled awe

Before the Saudi king

And just today as we all saw

Kiss Akihito’s ring

Our president thinks we’re beneath

The kings and queens he sees

So to them honor he’ll bequeath

By sinking to his knees

Apologizing for our sins

And mercenary ways

And seeing that the bad guy wins

And Uncle Sammy pays

How did it ever come to this

That we elect, alas

A man who loves to give a kiss

To every kingly ass

In Congress Assembled

Congressman Barney Frank, D-Massachusetts, chairman of the House Ways and Means Committee, the committee that writes the tax laws for the rest of us, is under investigation for not paying his taxes. Senator Chris Dodd, D-Connecticut, Chairman of the Senate Banking Committee, is under investigation for accepting sweetheart mortgage deals from Countrywide Financial, an institution with a vested interest in what the Senate Banking Committee does. These people entered politics to do good, and they have done well. Like the rest of the liberal elites, they believe the laws were not meant for them, but for us.

Barney Frank huffs and Barney Frank puffs

But mainly he puffs when he huffs

It’s plain as can be

A man’s man is he

It’s time he was fitted for cuffs

To think it odd

That Christopher Dodd

Would act nice for his cronies

Is more than queer

It’s insincere

To question his cajones

The man won’t care

That others share

A view of him unflattering

His clout he lends

To help his friends

Escape financial battering

And in return

Chris Dodd will earn

The thanks of all his crony band

Along with cash

And the weekend bash

In his cottage in Ould Ireland

The Fizz Is Gone

Neither Ahmadinejad nor Bibi Netanyahu pay the slightest attention to the President of the United States, demand or cajole as he will. The North Koreans continue to detonate nukes and test missiles, the Iranians continue to build nukes, test missiles and threaten to destroy Israel, and Israel refuses to commit national suicide when asked nicely by President Obama to do so, even though the President continues to promise Bibi the famous Obama smile would be enough to deflect incoming. Verse-afire has recently come into possession of a private letter Ahmadinejad sent to President Obama, the text of which follows.

What’s that you 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 ain’t enough

But Bibi now’s, a different guy

He’s told you where to go

He 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

In partly just becuz

We know whose side that you are on

We know just where you stand

We know that you are no Sharon

We know you’ll lend no hand

To either side, that’s who you is

You’re just above all that

Where once US made soda fizz

Today the soda’s flat