Category Archives: Verse

I Can Dream, Can’t I?

After World War 1 the German government of the Weimar Republic experienced a period of hyperinflation from 1921 to 1923, brought on, in part, by the war reparations inflicted on Germany by the Versailles Treaty ending the war, a war Germany lost but did not start. The London Conference of 1921 at which Britain and France demanded the reparations be paid in gold was the tipping point. In 1918 one gold German mark was equal to one paper German mark. By the end of 1923 one gold German mark was equal to one trillion paper German marks. Are we heading for a similar hyperinflation? The signs are not good. The Obama administration has saddled the US with trillions upon trillions of debt as far into the future as the eye can see. Foreign countries are looking around for an alternate reserve currency, and if that happens oil will no longer be priced in dollars, which means the US Treasury will have to buy whatever currency is then the world reserve. When the dollar is no longer the world’s reserve currency China will no longer buy our Treasury bills. What happens when China demands hard currency for the trillions of dollars in US treasuries it already owns? The next question is, is this all a part of the plan to degrade the United States, to reduce us to just another middle of the pack country, no longer the hyperpower, no longer the big kid on the block? There are some, perhaps many, in the Democratic party who would like to see the United States brought down a peg or two. Is massive debt and the destruction of the currency the Left’s dream of gaining permanent control of a weakened United States?    

 

 

In Weimar people cried Why me?

As savings turned to smoke

A lifetime’s earnings now a sea

Of debt and in their poke

Instead of solid paper cash

That once bought bread and wine

They found the paper money trash

A billion marks to dine

The middle class gone in a trace

The solid burghers done

And now the US in the race

All started by the One

Who thinks a trillion here and there

Is nothing, what the heck

With trillions more ‘til cupboard’s bare

That’s how he’s stacked the deck

We know what fate befell them next

A Hitler was his name

O dreams that with the right pretext

He too can play that game

Let not a crisis go to waste

Is O’s bright guiding light

He’s got four years, that’s why the haste

To do the darn thing right

Just grow the debt by leaps and bounds

Print money like the snow

Providing O with ample grounds

To cry the Law must go

He dreams he’ll guide the broken Ship

Of State to calmer climes

And once he has a nice firm grip

The Post and New York Times

Will name him President For Life

Obama The Supreme

And then just won’t he twist the knife

Ah but a man can dream

 

 

The Death Of Faith vs The Faith Of Death

Pope Benedict XVI has invited the Anglican clergy who forcefully disagree with the Anglican church’s position on homosexuality and women priests to come into the Roman Catholic fold. It is feared by some that if the disaffected Anglican priests accept the offer it will be the end of the Anglican church. But such an acceptance would not signal the end of the Anglican church, that end has been in evidence for years, as the empty pews throughout the British Anglican communion and the American Episcopalian communion attest. It is not the life or death of the Anglican church that is at stake, it is the entirety of Western Christianity that is in mortal danger, from the outside by the forces of militant Islam, and from the inside by the insidious forces of the secular religion of one-worldism and its father/birthmother socialism/communism. For many years American schoolchildren have been submerged in left-wing political correctness, told there is no such thing as right and wrong, and that western civilization is an unmitigated evil thrust upon the poor and oppressed peoples of the rest of the world. Couple this PC destruction from within by the Left and the challenge from without by radical Islam, and the West, and Christianity in all its many forms, is unlikely to survive unless united under the banner of Faith.

 

 

The lost are grace

The doors swing wide

The Pope’s embrace

Please come inside

The time has fled

The hour nigh

The darkened tread

Lend death a sigh

Unite we must

Or die alone

We place our trust

In God’s true throne

The cross of God

To show the way

The sacred sod

Of Western clay

Shall not be borne

By any foe

They shall not scorn

Our culture so

The Cruses live

They have not left

Their ghosts will give

Our arms the heft

To drive the foe

From battle field

To tell him No

We will not yield

To Muslim sword

Or PC scorn

To march us toward

The life unborn

We shall prevail

Through darkest days

Through deep travail

And fearsome ways

We shall not die

Our faith will live

If you and I

Our lives will give

 

 

On The Sunni Side Of The Street

There is a civil war raging in Afghanistan and Pakistan between rival Muslim factions. Sunni Al Qaeda and the Taliban are fighting the Shi’ites for supremacy within Islam, with the United States in the middle, trying to quash the conflict. The US has succeeded in driving Al Qaeda from Iraq, with the result that the Middle East is now a backwater in the war radical Islam is waging against the West, but has had less success in Afghanistan and Pakistan. Al Qaeda and the Taliban are waging successful terror war against the Pakistani government by bombing schools and killing little girls, believing, as they do, that Allah has demanded that girls not be educated. If Al Qaeda and the Taliban succeed in toppling the Pakistani government, and if the Obama administration pulls out of Afghanistan, as it is being screamingly urged to do by the radical left base of the Democratic party, then the Taliban and Al Qaeda will control not only the Pakistani nukes, but the trained scientists of south-east Asia, something the moribund and ignorant Arabs could never supply the Jihad. If and when that happens we will be in for a whole lot of hurt. Afghanistan is important. Lose Afghanistan and you lose Pakistan. Lose them both and you might lose India. George W. Bush was right: Afghanistan was a war we must win. Unfortunately, the United States has as president a man who not so long ago said that victory was not an option.

 

 

The MSM will never say

George Bush was right in any way

Iraq was the right war at the right time

No they continue to exclaim

That patriotism is the flame

That makes them scream resisting is a crime

The Taliban makes war on girls

They hate them ‘cause their gorgeous curls

Are prettier than ones the menfolk wear

They also think that girls and schools

Will show them up as silly fools

So bombing girls and schools is price they bear

For keeping Allah’s flame alive

In every Pashtun hut and dive

In hopes of gaining power most complete

Over the West and Shi’ites too

So all belongs to Allah’s few

With dhimmis on the Sunni side of the street

Obama knows that he’s first class

That his reflection in the glass

Will cause the world to smile and have a coke

But if he caves in far Afghan

Then you can bet that to a man

The world will treat the US as a joke

And then one day and fairly soon

The nukes will fly and then the moon

And earth will look a lot alike for sure

The craters fill, the eons pause

God shakes his head in grief because

The creatures in his image are no more

 

 

A Hallowe’en Baby

October 31st, Hallowe’en, is an important day in my life, for on that day many years ago I entered this unforgiving world not expecting much, and received more than I had hoped for or deserved. My time on this planet has been put to good use, raising a wonderful family and a trio of handsome, smart and beautiful grandchildren. Life, as they say, is good.

 

 

We think of goblins, ghosts and such

On October day the last

But I don’t think of them so much

‘Cause years go by so fast

You see ‘twas on the 31st

That I came on the scene

With naught to eat and raging thirst

Not knowing where I’d been

I did recall a soft warm place

Quite dark but comfy too

I seemed to feel upon my face

A wetness but who knew

And then a spasm pushed me down

Headfirst I slid the way

Emerging then I think downtown

In middle of the day

Rough hands then held me by the heels

And smacked me on the butt

I gasped for air, how good it feels

To know I’d made the cut

And then they put me next to mom

She hugged and kissed me then

As I relaxed and grew quite calm

I realized some men

With stethoscopes were eyeing me

As I groped for a teat

I didn’t like their prying, see

So I refused to eat

So that was my first Hallowe’en

In all it went quite well

Succeeding days were not so keen

Sometimes were bloody hell

But I survived as most folks do

And grew up in my time

And found that I was of the few

Who found that life’s a rhyme

 

 

The Guardians

The Daily Mail describes a secret court in Britain called the Office of the Public Guardian, which seizes the assets of thousands of elderly and mentally diminished people and turns control of their lives over to the State, even when to do so is against the wishes of the families. Such is the goal of socialist governments everywhere. Control. Power over the individual. The State knows better how to care for you than you do. And this is where we are headed if Obama succeeds in destroying the finest health-care system the world has ever seen and imposing State control over our lives. It’s not about insurance companies. It’s about you.     

 

 

A pity sir, he gravely said

Your mum is round the bend

She’s acting queerly in the head

Who knows where it will end

She’s just a little dottie now

But in a few short years

She’ll try but she will know not how

And burst in bitter tears

I’ll care for her like she did me

Spoke up her loving son

I love her, sir, why can’t you see

I’ll do what needs be done

Ah no the Guardian did smile

We’ll take care of your mum

She’ll stay with us for little while

For just a tiny sum

We have her welfare in our hearts

I’m sure you will agree

That families care in fits and starts

With us your time is free

Think of us as a family jewel

Your mum will be just fine

We’ll need her assets so if you’ll

Sign on the dotted line

We’ll get her off into our care

With others of her kind

And like them all she’ll sit and stare

We’re sure that you won’t mind

And when her time on earth is done

She’ll leave us with a smile

You may be sure, devoted son

We’ll send her off in style

 

 

Over The Cliff

Britain looks to be about to elect a Conservative government in the person of David Cameron, rejecting the Labour government of Gordon Brown. But not so fast. David Cameron is no Maggie Thatcher, being a lot closer in political philosophy to Gordon Brown than to Winston Churchill. It seems a Conservative government of Britain will be only slightly less to the left of the outgoing Labour party, retaining the welfare nanny state in its entirety, because the British public have grown accustomed to the state doing everything for them. And we are headed in that direction. President Obama is bent on transforming the United States into a carbon(less) copy of the enormously successful economies of socialist Europe, and for the same reason: large parts of the American electorate have become dependent on the federal government, and the more people the Democrats can crowd onto the teat the more Democrats will be elected. And so it goes, and so we go, over the socialist cliff.   

 

 

The world is crumbling ‘neath our feet

As what was Right’s now Left

The liberal win is now complete

And we are now bereft

Of any counter argument

To liberal thought and deed

Conservatism now seems spent

They’ve joined the hearts that bleed

One mustn’t think it’s over there

The problem’s not our own

They’ve had their own Obamacare

They’ve put their souls on loan

To nanny state in every guise

Sharia to the dole

They’ve crossed the lonely bridge of sighs

To never more be whole

Whatever happens to the Brits

Has happened first to France

And before them it came to Fritz

Now it’s our turn to dance

To think that in my father’s time

Not many years ago

The country’s economic clime

Was government go slow

But now we’re headed for the cliff

The music’s getting loud

Just time for one more jazz time riff

Then join the lefty crowd

 

 

We Think You’re Dumb, But We’re On Your Side

The Washington Times has revealed that the United States Justice Department has ruled that a small town of 23,000 people in North Carolina, two-thirds of whom are Black, cannot have an election where the candidates on the ballot have no party label, saying that without a Democratic party label the Black voters of the town would not know who to vote for. The question is, who is the racist here, the black folks of Kinston, NC who know their neighbors and who voted in a valid election to have non-party identified candidates, or the same Justice Department hack who dismissed charges against the Black Panthers who forcefully and aggressively intimidated white voters at a polling booth in Philadelphia last election and who now says that Black people are too dumb to vote without being told which candidate is the Democrat?

 

 

Now listen up, here’s how it works

We put a great big D

Next to the name so you dumb jerks

Know where your rice bowl be

We can’t expect that you will know

Your neighbor is a Dem

We can’t afford you’ll stoop so low

To vote for one of them

By them I mean the GOP

Those racist gangsters who

Would suck the blood from you and me

And stick it to us too

That’s why we need you be aware

Of just who’s on your side

Without a label you’d just stare

Unable to decide

You’d stand and scratch your wooly head

Bewildered and perplexed

You know the Rs just want you dead

We’ll get those suckers next

In closing let me say to all

Black voters in the State

It’s folks like you answering the call

Who make this country great

 

 

 

A Slip Of The Tongue

Secretary of State Hillary Clinton misspoke the other day in Belfast, Northern Ireland, when she told the assembled politicians at the Stormont that she had stayed at the bomb damaged Europa Hotel when she and Bill were last in Belfast. Just a slip of the tongue from a slip of a girl. It was quickly pointed out that the Europa Hotel had last been bombed two years before she and Bill had checked in. Now we all know memory can be faulty. Sometimes we honestly believe we were in a certain place at a certain time, and even have vivid memories of being there, even though it may not be at all true. Memories are tricky. And if this were the first of her mistaken memories we could overlook it, but it is only one in a long list of misspoken memories. There was the time in Bosnia when she claimed she came under sniper fire when her plane landed. “I remember landing under sniper fire,” she said. “There was supposed to be some kind of greeting ceremony at the airport, but instead we just ran with our heads down to get into the vehicle to get to our base.” Alas, newsreels of the event showed her smiling as a little girl handed her a bouquet of flowers as she stepped off the plane. No snipers. But then, memories are tricky. Then there was the time she claimed she had been named for the famous mountain climber Sir Edmund Hillary. The problem was Edmund Hillary did not become famous until 1953 when he became the first man to climb Mt. Everest, and Hillary was born in 1947, six years before anyone had ever heard of Edmund Hillary. Can’t wait for her memoirs.    

 

 

Through shot and shell

She lived to tell

Of her great escape

From sniper blows

And goodness knows

‘Bout every other scrape

From Agincourt

To prairie fort

She’s been there and done that

On Pelelieu

I’m telling you

You’ve got to tip your hat

On landing strips

On foreign trips

She’s taken triple A

An ack-ack gun

Is simply fun

She grins ‘cause she’s okay

Our Sec of State

By God she’s great

She goes where danger gleams

With every breath

She laughs at death

If only in her dreams

 

 

Time And Tide

There are those who believe time is the point of an arrow, hurtling through space, with nothing before or behind the arrow point. In this view, there is no future time nor past time, just present time. Others believe time is a never-ending river, a river that has always been there and always will be there, where every living thing enters the river in its time and drifts downstream until time to leave. In this view, the future is always down river, the past always up river, with everyone and everything who has ever lived or ever will live in the river at the same time, though each aware only of those in his own infinitely small stretch of river. Neither view proves or disproves the existence of a Creator God, neither view answers the question of what are we doing in the river or at the point of the arrow. For that we must look into ourselves.

 

 

Is time the point of an arrow

Or a never-ending river

Will lives be spent in sorrow

Or joy with God the giver

Of time and love and life

Who gives a child to laugh

Where happiness and strife

Are lines upon the graph

That heaven keeps on file

And marks up every day

And traces us the while

We work and love and play

For me the river’s deep

And flowing much too fast

With memories to keep

Of faces from the past

We enter far upstream

And slowly drift the tide

Awake in God’s good dream

Till we are by His side

 

 

Count ‘Em, Even If They Aren’t There

The 2010 Census is upon us, and the Department of Commerce has assured us that the census count will be fair and unpoliticized, and many cite as proof the removal of Acorn from the list of organizations on tap to do the counting. Verse-afire is unconvinced, having seen a partial list of the remaining leftist and radical leftist organizations with their sticky fingers in the census pie. Can we count on the guys in the following list to count fairly?

 

AARP; A. Phillip Randolph Institute; AFL-CIO; American Federation of Government Employees; AFSCME; American Federation of Teachers; Coalition of Labor Union Women; Coalition of Black Trade Unionists; Community Action Partnership; Families USA; International Brotherhood of Teamsters; Labor Council for Latin American Advancement; League of Women Voters of the United States; National Black Justice Coalition; National Council of La Raza; National Education Association; Pride at Work; Rainbow Coalition; Service Employees International Union (SEIU); Southern Coalition for Social Justice; United Workers; Workforce Alliance.

 

We have been assured the Congressional Black Caucus will not insist that additional millions of black people be counted by estimation, even though to do so will ensure Democrat majorities for all time.  And does anyone really think Acorn will be among the missing? C’mon, get real. President Obama has said he and Rahm Emmanuel will watch carefully to see the census count is fair. My only question is, qui custodiat ipsos custodes?

 

 

The President has said he wants ‘em counted

That each and every vote is sacred stuff

He’s ordered up an operation mounted

To count the votes until he has enough

To make damn sure the Donkeys are elected

In each and every district in the land

And candidates of GOP rejected

And critics of his acts can go pound sand

We know that Rahm and O will do the counting

Regardless of assurances they’ve made

The estimates of black votes will be mounting

Because that’s how the counters will get paid

The object of the count is to apportion

The House and all its Representatives

The Dems believe in tight’ning up the torsion

Until eventually the system gives

They understand if they control the census

Then they can count the districts as they please

After which they need not mend the fences

Because there will be no more GOPs