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My Fellow Americans

President Obama’s address at Fort Hood was a thesaurus short of being Reaganesque, but that didn’t stop slobbering liberals from waxing ecstatic, likening the address to the few words given at Gettysburg, and with leg-tingling certainty proclaiming the Obama speech would be taught in university rhetoric classes a hundred years hence. They would have gone into an ecstatic catatonic trance had they heard President Obama’s little known address to the Council on American Islamic Relations regarding the unfortunate events at Fort Hood. Translation from the Arabic by Google, video by YouTube.

 

 

My fellow Americans

He said with a frown

A tragedy occurred

But don’t let us get down

With spirits uplifted

We’ll march as before

United as people

Together once more

But before I begin

There are things I must say

About the fine man

We here honor today

A man filled with peace

Who was pushed to the brink

By the actions of those

Who would not stop to think

How oppressive we are

How oppressive we’ve been

How afflicted we are

With original sin

It’s clearly our fault

That this fine man just snapped

And in reddest rage

Fellow soldiers he zapped

He’s shown us the worst

That our country can be

He’s shown us the best

Of a country that’s free

We honor a man

Who put Islam above

A country he honored

With undying love

In closing I’ll say

We condone not his act

But justified fully

And that is a fact

 

 

Everlasting Night

The United States, and most of the western world, no longer makes things. Our everyday necessities, shoes, clothing, hammers, computers, are now made in other countries. The United States is now almost entirely a service economy, insurance, bond trading, tourism, real estate, retail, and so forth, none of which actually produces a product, a “thing”, like a hat or a bicycle. The entire service economy succeeds only so long as the people who make the “things” perceive that what we give them in return, paper promissory notes, are worth something. But what happens when our promises are no longer accepted? What happens when the service economy slows and comes to a halt because the people who make the “things” we need to survive no longer load the container ships and send the “things” to us? At that point we will have to start manufacturing things again, and rebuilding a manufacturing economy will be a whole lot harder than it was tearing it down. And how will those of us in a declining service economy restore our industry? By a Deus Ex Machina? Or is that machinery gone forever as well?

 

 

He looked just like you would expect

An empty man to look

A man self-lacking in respect

A case right from the book

He settled wearily on the couch

He sighed and closed his eyes

Said, Doctor I no longer vouch

For what I know are lies

What do you mean? I murmured low

He sighed again and said,

I don’t know why it’s gotten so

The world I trust is dead

You see I once believed in all

The government would say

The TV news now has the gall

To claim that just today

They found that things that we once made

Are made in China now

The Chinese put us in the shade

They’ve stolen our know-how

We do not make the little things

Like hammers, hats and shoes

Or screws and nails and front porch swings

The stuff that folks all use

They claim that we’re in service here

In good old USA

And what is more, this much is clear

We’ve traded jobs that pay

Enough so that a factory hand

Can have a wife and kids

He knows he can support them and

His job won’t hit the skids

I never thought about it much

But doctor, now I see

That service jobs and others such

As those are never free

And have you lost your job I asked

He paused to catch his breath

I did, he said, and now I’m tasked

To bring about the death

Of all the lands that once employed

Its workers making things

I’m tasked to see that they’re destroyed

From commoners to kings

He left me then and shuffled out

I thought him odd but sane

And as I chanced to look about

I glanced out in the rain

And saw the lights go slowly dim

And streetcars to a crawl

I knew at once because of him

For on my desk a scrawl

“When men deny the grace of work

They cannot see the light”

And as I watched by some strange quirk

Came everlasting night

 

 

The Children’s Crusade

Peggy Noonan describes the current Obama administration and the current national political scene as a disaster for the country, and sees clearly that the problem is that our leaders are, in her words, “callous children”, children of privilege, children who have never witnessed or felt the dark side of life, and who have no idea how to fix the problems we now have. The Children’s Crusade that culminated in the election of an unknown, unprepared, and supremely unqualified Barack Obama to the presidency, is now running the country over a cliff. Peggy Noonan joined the Obama Children’s Crusade and followed the Pied Piper, reveling in His promises for a better world, a world in which there were no enemies, only friends we have not yet kissed and fondled.

 

 

Come children, my children, let’s go on Crusade

To make the world better by far

Than it’s been these past years of Bush’s charade

Come follow the Obama star

Yes that was the cry back in twenty oh eight

A long time ago now it seems

A time so long past only history can state

They found that those long vanished dreams

Have long turned to dust and to memories gone

The Crusade a horrible joke

They went to sleep happy but coming of dawn

Showed the world was not quite yet ein volk

The children soon saw that the Crusade they’d found

And followed Messiah to Rome

And boarded the ships that were Holy Land bound

Soon found they would never come home

So now they write columns and ring dainty hands

Exclaiming how misunderstood

They now are for joining the Crusader bands

Determined to do the world good

And how all their dreams for Obama have crashed

Collapsing like dust in the wind

Their dreams for a better world ravaged and dashed

Forgive me dear Lord for I’ve sinned

 

 

Enemies, Schmenemies

Every president has an enemies list. The Constitution requires it.  Article 2 maybe. The problem with Obama is that his enemies list contains the names of all our friends, and his friends list contains the names of all our enemies.

 

 

Look here! Obama cried in glee

I’ve written up a list

Of all we think as enemy

Who never will be missed

We’ll spit on them and sit on them

They’ll wish ‘twere never born

A nice sackcloth will fit on them

They’ll see how we can scorn

El President, and aide did say

The names familiar are

Should Israel and dear Francais

Be drizzled with our tar?

And what about this other list

The one you call our friends

El President I must insist

You think to make amends

That’s why you’re you and I am me

Said Obie with a sneer

It’s obvious that you can’t see

What I am doing here

Diplomacy has many ends

And nuance is the game

And I shall take our foes and friends

And treat them all the same

Our enemies will see the light

And cease to be our foes

You soon will see that I am right

You’ll soon see how it goes

With love we conquer all our fears

That’s why I’ve made this list

Our enemies are little dears

All lined up to be kissed

 

 

John Bell Hood

Recent events at Fort Hood, in Texas, where a Muslim officer shouting Allahu Akbar! (God is great) shot and killed 12 unarmed soldiers and wounded some 38 more, as he was directed to do by his holy book, the Koran, where it is stated that all non-muslims must be killed. Upon being told, the President of the United States, who immediately jumped to the conclusion that a white police officer was wrong in a confrontation with a black man, immediately warned us not to jump to any conclusions about the shooter being Muslim. Political correctness is killing us. No matter how many Muslims kill how many Americans, we are constantly told that Islam is a religion of peace, when the evidence of our eyes is that it is not a religion of peace, but a religion of murder. Islam is again on the march, as it was at Lepanto, Poitiers, the gates of Vienna, and elsewhere until submerged by a Christian Europe. The problem is, there is no more Christian Europe, or a Christian United States. The only region of the Western world where religion is still a unifying force is the United States South, and if the United States is to be saved, it is the South that will save it. People in other parts of the country will defend the country, but they will not defend Christianity against Islam, believing, as they do, that one religion is as good as, or as bad as, another. Perhaps Fort Hood, named after Civil War Confederate general John Bell Hood, is premonitional. When the fight for the survival of Christianity comes, maybe it will be John Bell Hood and his Texans who will deliver us.   

 

 

John Bell Hood, strapped to his horse

His wooden leg askew

Atop a hill, in front of course

Surveyed the line of blue

The heat haze shimmered on the land

The blue line turned to ghosts

And in its place now close at hand

Came screaming Muslim hosts

Their green flags snapping in the breeze

Arms glinting in the sun

Bell’s Texans gave a gentle squeeze

On triggers, one by one

The Muslims staggered then they fell

Bell cried the colors front

And with a roar the rebel yell

Sent every Texas grunt

To racing down the scrub laced hill

Flags snapping in the wind

Determined not to stop until

The Muslim host was pinned

Upon their shining bayonets

And driven from the field

Back to their sand and minarets

Or death if they’d not yield

The shimmered air turned hot and dry

Bell sheathed his bloody sword

A good day’s work he heard men cry

Bell quietly said For’ard

His men slung arms and formed in ranks

Their duty rightly done

They marched all day with nation’s thanks

Into the setting sun

 

 

What Is Is

Almost one year into the Obama administration, we have repeatedly seen instances of nuance from the president, from telling Jewish groups he was boycotting the UN racism conference while at the same time telling civil rights groups the United States would attend, to nuanced foreign policy, as when he told the Poles and Czechs he would go forward with the missile shield while at the same time assuring Putin that he would not. The admirers of the president like to call this nuance. We call it something else. We call it double dealing. We call it deceit. We call it lying. We call it the Chicago way.   

 

 

Well I’ll be darned, if it aint so

I never thought I’d live to

See the day the saintly O

Would stoop so low to give two

Versions of the same deceit

He always likes to practice

With answers sharp but incomplete

Like spines upon a cactus

That stick you just about the time

You’ve bought the thing he sells you

And then you find taint worth a dime

To anything he tells you

To say he’s nuanced would be wrong

I say the man just misses

The shiftiness that must belong

To the man who said, …”what is is”

 

 

Designer Kids

RNL Bio, a South Korean biotech firm, is preparing to open a dog cloning center in early 2010 capable of cloning up to 1,000 dogs a year by 2013. The firm says it has already cloned a dog capable of sniffing cancer in humans, and South Korea already employs a number of cloned drug sniffing dogs. It would seem there is more going on than just cloning, for to produce a dog capable of sniffing out cancer in humans requires some re-jiggering of the DNA, otherwise why bother with cloning, why not just train a dog to sniff cancer? And if they are re-jiggering doggie DNA, why not human DNA? If you can design a dog, why not a human?

 

 

So now we have designer kids

Where mom can pick the eyebrows

Are we truly on the skids?

Or is this just for highbrows

I kinda like old fashioned things

Like late night making babies

The same for lowlifes and for kings

Mom’s babes and daddy’s maybes

If my mom had a choice to make

Would I be here to write this

Or would a different course she’d take

And go for much more brightness

Would she perchance want something more

Than I could ever give her

A seven footer who could score

A money torrent river

A movie star, a logger man

A Nobel Peace prize winner

But no, she got a blogger man

An ordinary sinner

If my conception wasn’t like

My mother would have wished

At least I wasn’t just a spike

In some old Petri dish

 

 

It Isn’t Treason If The Left Does It

Amazingly enough, now that the Democrats are in power, the CIA, the New York Times and the Washington Post all sing a different tune than they sang when the hated and evil George W. Bush was in the White House. Then, listening in on terrorist phone calls from overseas was cause for outrage, but when the Democratic Congress re-authorized the Patriot Act there was not a peep against it. When Obama continued the Bush program of rendition, sending terrorists to their native countries where American sensibilities regarding interrogation methods are looked on with amusement, the left nodded its collective head in agreement even though they were furiously against it when Bush was doing it. Today the CIA no longer routinely leaks sensitive classified material to the New York Times, for they did so in the past only in order to embarrass President Bush, regardless of the harm such leaks might do the country. No, detailing the secret methods used to collect terrorist phone calls was not treason, it was patriotism of the highest order, as was the leaking of an NIE assessment that said that Iran had stopped its attempt to build a nuclear weapon in 2003, an assessment that is clearly now seen to be entirely inaccurate and politically motivated. The lefty patriots at the New York Times and the CIA were only doing God’s work, not that they believe in God, but God’s work nonetheless, trying their best to destroy the duly elected president, the only menace to the United States, the evil BushHitler.     

 

 

Treason is as treason does

But when shove comes to push

It’s only treason when and if

You’re on the side of Bush

The New York Times can print it all

The CIA can leak

The Dems in Congress cheer them on

They cry to let them speak

We listen in on terror plots

The papers scream in rage

Iran will never get the bomb

Move on, just turn the page

The Left reports our every act

As murderous and vile

And undermine us every chance

While smiling all the while

If this be treason some would say

They’ve got it down so well

There’s got to be a special place

For them in Lefty hell

 

 

Let Me ‘Splain Things To You

The Iranian government called for an anti-American rally in downtown Teheran to commemorate the 30th anniversary of the takeover of the American embassy in 1979. Much to their surprise, a counter pro-America anti-mullah demonstration erupted, requiring force to suppress. Robert Gibbs, the president’s spokesperson to the official state run media, calmly and dispassionately explained the happenings in Iran, and the election returns in New Jersey and Virginia.

 

 

Events abroad, said Robert Gibbs

Like protests in Iran

Just give the lie to Repub fibs

That president’s a fan

Of Ahmadinejad and friends

And mullahs far and near

He doesn’t like their means or ends

And I should make it clear

He’s on the side of those who cry

For freedom’s golden crown

And march e’en though they may well die

In Teheran’s downtown

As for elections late last night

The Repubs made a botch

By veering far off to the right

Even though he did not watch

New Jersey now we did just fine

We thought we’d lose it big

But people there just love Corzine

And Christie is a pig

Virginia rednecks came to prance

And voted red in droves

And after that they stayed to dance

Buck naked in the groves

I’m telling you a Repub vote

Means anarchy and crime

But now that Dems still own this boat

They’ll only vote one time

For as you know it’s we who show

Compassion for the poor

And those who voted red should know

We’ll even up the score

 

 

Under The Lenin Tree

What is the difference between socialism and fascism? Nothing, except perhaps who benefits. Socialism claims benefits for the minority, the immigrant, the disadvantaged, while fascism benefits the native-born and the workers. Europe has seen a shift in recent years from out and out socialist rule to European style right-of-center rule. Both are socialist in outlook, and both preside over a diminishing State and society, wracked by multi-culturalism, declining birth rates and rising Muslim immigration that threatens the very existence of European society and culture dating back thousands of years. The soft socialism of the European Left is gradually giving way to the soft socialism of the European Right, the Fascists. In Britain the British Nationalist Party is in the way of winning the next election and seizing control of the British government, precisely because they are telling the indigenous British people that bending the knee to Islam at the expense of the common British working man is at an end. The BNP do not propose an end to the British socialist State, only the return of the benefits to the native-born. The problem for Europe is that the demise of soft socialism/fascism leads inevitably to the rise of hard fascism as people become increasingly aware that soft socialism/fascism has no answers to the problems of unassimilated Islamic immigrants, declining birthrates and increasing joblessness. Of course, we have seen this all before. Russia is already a hard fascist State, and the clock is ticking for the rest of Europe. The lesson should not be lost on us, as the United States stands at a crossroads, having elected a president who is determined to take the country down the path to European style soft socialism. Should he succeed, history has shown the future – democracy to socialism to authoritarianism. It’s our choice.

      

 

Ah there, my friend, come rest with me

Under the flowering Lenin tree

We’ve room for many more on yonder hill

They’re waiting for us, all my friends

Those cheery men whose very ends

Bespoke the very nature of the will

That’s it, my friend, just fall in line

Please follow me and you’ll be fine

A few more steps and you shall see the tree

And under it a few good men

Just waiting for the right time when

They’ll walk the earth again to set men free

Yes free from bourgeois thoughts and dreams

And free from priests and all their schemes

The freedom to be you and yours alone

The freedom to lead fruitful lives

With great rewards for he who strives

And in the end the State a bare dry bone

Ah here we are, Adolf you know

And Josef here will kindly show

How people of your sort can gain control

Of states that worship not their God

Dismissing Him with just a nod

While claiming there’s no such thing as a soul

I’m Vladimir sir, by the way

And I am pleased to hear you say

That state control can only set men free

That’s something we have said for years

It seems enough to calm most fears

Come sit beside me ‘neath the Lenin tree