Category Archives: Verse

A Long Running Show

A questioner at an Al Gore global warming rally attempted to question the great one about his assertion that the polar bears are in danger by pointing out that government surveys reveal there are more polar bears now than ever before. The great Al Gore looked at him pityingly. Facts mean nothing to the lyrically transported, the true believers. No matter that the famous hockey stick graph that showed imminent catastrophic global warming has been shown to be a fraud. No matter that it has been proven that the data used to support the assertion that the earth was warming was cherry picked, with most of the discarded data showing the earth had not warmed in a thousand years. Facts do not matter; global warming must be true because Al Gore got a Nobel Prize for revealing it. Never mind the entire purpose of the global warming scam is to destroy the economy of the United States, reducing us to just another country, like Argentina or Zimbabwe. But it’s all right. The country’s being run by people who think the world would be better off without people, especially white people. And they may be right. We’ve been hanging around here much too long.

 

 

Let’s all give thanks to good Al Gore

Though God knows I don’t know what for

He’s been a malign force for decades now

He got us in this warming stew

He engineered Kyoto too

And for it all he took a Nobel bow

We’ve crazy folks who scream in pain

That warming temperatures will gain

And cause the earth to turn to dusty motes

Where every living thing will die

And even liberals will fry

Collapsing with Bushhitler in their throats

The seas will rise upon the land

And drown our cities out of hand

With hurricane force winds thrown in to boot

How can they know which scene to pick

Why it is on the hockey stick

Which must be true because it looks so cute

So close the factories and jobs

Don’t mind the unemployment mobs

It’s all for goddess Gaea don’t you know

We do believe that humankind

Will die but then we do not mind

For haven’t we all had a long run show

 

 

The Wrong Man Got The Prize

My name was placed in nomination for the Nobel Peace Prize, and we all know how that turned out. Barack Obama joined the illustrious crew of previous peace prize winners, like Yasser Arafat (for killing Israelis) and Al Gore (for attempting to kill the American economy through his global warming scam). Not that I begrudge the president of the United States another prize, even if he did nothing to earn it. Neither did I, of course, which is entirely the point. The Nobel Peace Prize committee gave me a very brief interview, patted my head and sent me on my way, shaking their heads at my naiveté in thinking I could win the prize without accomplishment.

 

 

I thought I’d win the Nobel prize

For harmony and peace

But failed in the committee’s eyes

And told that I must cease

My love for good old USA

And admiration for

The difficult and wondrous way

She keeps the world from war

By being the world’s nine one one

And giving money to

Just every land under the sun

No matter what they do

I said no other land on earth

Hath greater mercy shown

To people trodden down from birth

Nor greater freedom sown

Committee members laughed and sneered

Said I was so naïve

That patriots had disappeared

Without a by your leave

They said the world was different now

Surrender is the thing

And they would show us Yankees how

To bow ‘fore Saudi king

And tug the forelock in respect

For Islam’s better ways

They said and that’s why we expect

To see much better days

Now that The One will clean the slate

And lead us to the shore

Of serfdom and the dhimmi state

That’s what this prize is for

 

 

COIN Of The Realm

General McChrystal, President Obama’s hand picked successor to command the forces in Afghanistan, has submitted a recommendation to the president for more troops, troops that are needed to implement the successful counter-insurgency (COIN) program that worked so well in Iraq, and which General McChrystal wants to implement in Afghanistan. The administration is reluctant to send more troops, even though General McChrystal’s charge from the president when he assumed command was to win the good war in Afghanistan. It seems the administration had no clue as to what the price of victory would be, and so the president dithers, unable to make up his mind while American soldiers die. The president should either do it right and send in sufficient force to do the job and win, or get out. If he gets out he gives victory to Al Qaeda and the Taliban. If he continues on his present course he will give eventual victory to Al Qaeda and the Taliban because we do not have enough forces in Afghanistan to do the job. Giving General McChrystal the troops he needs will bring victory, but at a price the president is apparently unwilling to pay, though he seems perfectly willing to pay the very much higher price of defeat. Which way will he decide to go? Well, we must remember that President Obama has already famously said that victory is not an option.   

 

 

Counterinsurgency’s COIN of the realm

It worked very well in Iraq

But now that we have a new guy at the helm

It seems definitions are slack

When they jawboned the problem way back in the Spring

They thought they could buy on the cheap

A bounce in the polls that a victory would bring

They’d no clue that the price would be steep

So they texted the generals, no need for a chat

And told them to write up a plan

To beat up al Qaeda and then after that

To take out the weak Taliban

So now they’re all sitting ‘round watching the clock

Obama more clueless than most

Complaining they’re stunned by the big sticker shock

According to Washington Post

On top of it all now the Pakis now say

They want all the drones that we have

And buckets more money before they will play

They’ve hurt feelings you see we must salve

The Obamistration is flailing the air

To leave or to stay in those lands

They haven’t a clue as to why they are there

The country’s in very best hands

 

 

Hooray For Hollywood

Hollywood is not what it used to be. Yes, the immigrant guys who made the movies back when were left wing liberals, but they loved the United States and put their politics aside when making movies. Today the guys who make movies wear their distaste for the United States on their sleeves, continually making movies debasing the country and tearing down the culture. Those movies play to the radical left, but not to ordinary Americans, who stay away from today’s movies in droves. And the lefty directors and writers sneer at us, the lumpen proletariat, for not being intelligent enough or sophisticated enough to appreciate their art. And so, with the movie industry collapsing around them, the left goes merrily on its way, believing in their hearts that America is a vile and murderous country and it is their job to expose the truth, no matter how painful it may be to hear it. Hooray For Hollywood was written by Richard Whiting and Johnny Mercer for the 1937 movie Hollywood Hotel. Nobody is singing Hooray for Hollywood now.

  

 

Hooray for Hollywood

Just goes to show the damage folly could

Do to a magic image enterprise

No surprise

Watch them just disintegrate before our eyes

Hooray for Hollywood

Where each and every single dolly would

Command a ransom just for showing up

And throwing up

A double barreled stinker that was blowing up

The studio execs

They’re stunned and don’t know what is coming next

Is it the end for all their magic dreams

So it seems

Taking alka-seltzer ‘cause they’re so darned vexed

Hooray for Hollywood

We surely have to say by golly should

We be concerned that they might go away

Let us pray

That they see their lefty movies do not pay

Hooray for Hollywood

 

 

Gloom And Doom

If the purveyors of economic and international gloom and doom are correct, and I see no reason to believe they are not, then we are in for a difficult time in the next ten years. But we’ll come out of it, we always do, and it may be the silver lining to all this will be Polywell fusion to solve both the energy and the Middle East problem, and the economic turmoil that turns the political landscape of the United States away from the liberal progressive Robin Hood mindset that holds that robbing Peter, (you and me), to pay Paul, (favored constituencies), will be at an end. The Great Depression brought in the New Deal, so perhaps this one will bring back the Old Deal of a country run on conservative and constitutional principles.   

 

 

O Gloom, O Doom

What do they have in common

They both have lots of Os, when one’s too much

And O, we know

Means economic bombin’

For our Big O is hitless in the clutch

The fan, the man

The excrement together

All form a nasty stew of bleakest broth

As now, we bow

Our heads into the weather

And hope the storm blows out in gentle froth

The buck, with luck

Will hold itself upright till

A new administration takes the wheel

And sets, and gets

It’s sights upon that high hill

That signifies the end of the New Deal

Bad times, tough climbs

Ahead are what we’re in for

The only thing about it that is good

Is that, now flat

The Dems and all they’ve been for

Are dead and gone and so is Robin Hood

 

 

Zero Nukes + Obama = Armageddon

President Obama was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for, as the Norwegians explained, his professed desire to rid the world of nuclear weapons. To that end Secretary of State Hillary Clinton has triumphantly announced the Russians have been given permission to inspect our nuclear arsenal, the better to one day soon disarm the United States. To this point there is no indication that the Russians have said we could inspect theirs, and there probably won’t be, but that is unimportant to the Obama administration, believing, as they do, that a disarmed, submissive and penitent United States is the best hope for peace. President Obama apparently also believes that the North Koreans, the Iranians, the Pakistanis, the Indians, the Israelis and everyone who either already has nukes or who will nuke up in response to American disarmament will also disarm or abandon the quest for nukes. Of course they will do nothing of the kind, but rather the reverse will take place; instead of everyone disarming, everyone who currently resides under the American nuclear umbrella will scramble to nuke up, fearing to be the only kid on the block without a weapon. Given human nature, this will be an unstable situation, with nuclear Armageddon a given, and, if President Obama has his way, the United States the only kid on the block unable to defend himself.

 

 

The concept of the zero goes a long ways back in time

A thousand years and more or so they state

When Hindoo mathematicians figured out the paradigm

That nothing was a number just like eight

Since that time we’ve had a few advances ‘long the way

And Roman numbers simply bit the dust

We don’t use C for hundred like that anymore today

‘Cause zeros made the old systems a bust

But zeros had their problems too as Jap pilots soon found

They had no armor or self sealing tanks

A couple fifty cals and they were headed for the ground

And grinning Navy pilots whistled thanks

A zero is a nothing just an empty circled space

A little like the brain of people who

Believe that we can opt out of the nuclear arms race

And live in peace like nuns and Buddhists do

So anyone who thinks that zero is the perfect place

To be in this cruel world of men insane

Will have to look the few and scarred survivors in the face

And say I tried a peaceful world to gain

And just because it didn’t work’s no reason not to try

We’ve proven that we’re better far than they

It’s just too bad so many of you really had to die

But did you think ‘twas zero that we’d pay?

Yes Armageddon came because our president declared

The USA was just another land

And just because our actions made the other guys all scared

It’s not our fault it’s glass where once was sand

 

 

Memories

Memories. Why are memories of scenes of childhood so filled with detail, the faces so clear, the sounds so sharp, the colors so bright? We remember our schoolmates, our first job, our first love. Are we the only ones? Does a horse have memory of being young and frisky, of mom watching as he raced over the dew fresh grass of the open field, the morning sun turning the meadow into a brilliant colt-owned fairyland? I like to think so, for memory is the basis of all life. Even a meal worn can learn, given time and opportunity. Without memory there would be no animal life, at least not as we know it, hardwired perhaps, like the insects. Does a cricket remember that summer night he heard the song of his lover for the first time? I like to think so.    

 

 

When I an architect began

Design was with a pencil

And then we wrote the specs by hand

And typed them on a stencil

Today’s designs are CAD arranged

The desktop does the specs

The only thing that hasn’t changed

Is what will happen next

In fifty years or more or less

Will people still be using

The things we think so marvelous

But then will seem amusing?

Old memories are now awoke

Like watching the sky writers

High in the sky write ads with smoke

With flimsy World War fighters

Now ads come at you every way

The mind of man can get up

They pound at you throughout the day

Without a cease or let up

I’m glad I lived just when I did

And saw so many marvels

And spent my time a carefree kid

Not knowing we were larvals

 

 

A Noxious Vapor

Roman Polanski, the celebrated movie director, has been arrested in Zurich, Switzerland, on a long outstanding warrant. It seems that after pleading guilty in an American court to having sex with a thirteen year old girl, he fled the country, and has been living in Europe these past decades, safe among his fellow artists and elites. Those artists and elites are now outraged that a man of genius should be arrested, treated like a common criminal. The elite do not believe they should be treated like the rest of us, for they are by definition better than us, and therefore the laws that apply to their inferiors do not apply to them. 

 

 

If I am equal to you

And you are equal to me

Then equal are we two

But what of number three?

Is he equal as well

Is he as good as we

Not so’s I can tell

He’s not as good as thee

Look how he holds his spoon

See how he combs his hair

He rises before noon

He lives beneath the stair

I’m all for natural law

Believe in right of kings

Red in tooth and claw

Believe in kissing rings

Equality’s a sham

A noxious vapor view

I know just who I am

Broadcast not pay for view

My genius radiates

From every pore on cue

My aura clearly states

That I’m better than you

 

 

A Roundabout Way

George Strait sings of how he misses his woman in a roundabout way. That’s how I feel about Obama and his merry crew of tax cheats, global warming hoaxers, carbon cap and traders, health care frauds, communists and race baiters. When they are gone, and the sooner the better, I will miss them in a roundabout way.

 

 

Around about the 2010 election night

The Dems will find themselves the losers in the fight

For free men’s votes

We’ll sink their boats

Yes I will miss them in a roundabout way

Around about the time the tax cheats go to jail

Around about the time the commies make their bail

I’ll sit and smile

And all the while

I’ll miss them so in such a roundabout way

Around about the time the race guys pay the price

For causing hate and hatred now that would be nice

And Barack too

We’ll see him through

Yes I will miss them in a roundabout way

 

 

Lies And Liars

Richard Fernandez at the Belmont Club has an interesting take on why liars lie, and what the price is for lying. The aging man with the still coal black hair pays a price in trying to keep his face as young as his hair; the politician must devote ever more time and energy into keeping the lie straight lest he be caught out; and even if never caught, the lie cheapens the prize the lie was told for. Used car salesmen and lawyers face great obstacles in getting people to believe them, because the public has come to associate them with telling less than the truth. Your grandmother was right: tell the truth and sleep soundly in your bed at night.

 

 

The blacker the hair the blacker the heart

The wider the smile the same

The silvery the tongue the silvery the hair

Politicos all play the game

To say that they lie is to not tell the truth

For truth is a slippery slope

Where slopes run downhill in direction of change

And up in direction of hope

It’s all in intent if intent is to lie

In which case we’ll know that it’s true

If when he is caught he will whimper and cry

And blame it all on you know who

But love them or hate them we need them because

Without them we’d know not of sin

We’d know not of crimes that should give us all pause

We’d know not that silvery spin

Is needed to lighten the darkening hair

To temper the brilliant white smile

They all look terrific and just to be fair

They look better when in durance vile