Category Archives: Verse

Scam I Am

Dr. Seuss created a character called Sam I Am. The environmental whackos in particular and the liberal Dems in general have created a character called Scam I Am, and that scam is man-made global warming. All the evidence points the other way, that man has literally no effect on climate, that there have been recent periods of the earth’s history when the global temperatures were much higher than they are today, yet global warming alarmists continue to shout for the shut down of the American economy in order to save the planet from their mythical and mystical nightmares. But do they really believe that if we don’t act now the world will come to a screeching halt? I don’t believe they believe. It is my belief their agenda is the destruction of the western world in general and the United States in particular, in order to rebuild that world in their own wise and wonderful image. They are not nuts, they know what they are doing, and they are dangerous.  

 

 

Yes, global warming is a scam

But that’s not why they try

The lefties only want to jam

Their fingers in our eye

They want the world to be like them

So pure and fresh and clean

And since they’re all crème de la crème

Opposing them is mean

But here is my solution to

What they say they all fear

We’ll simply shift pollution to

The Eastern hemisphere

Here’s how it works, the plan’s a plus

That’s not been thought before

We’ll shift away the stuff from us

Onto a foreign shore

The Western hemisphere declared

Off limits to all kinds

Of stuff that makes enviros scared

And fevers up their minds

We build big fans like we do best

And run them night and day

And have them facing east and west

To blow the stuff away

To change the temps from warm to raw

We change the point of freeze

Then lower all the temps by law

A couple of degrees

Pollution gone and warming dust

That leaves the ocean rise

But as for that I fear we must

Take that as a surmise

 

 

My Blood Runs Gold

The Chinese and the Russians and the Indians are calling for another global money system to replace the dollar. Many people are today calling for a return to the gold standard, citing the benefits of a stabilized monetary system.  Detractors of the gold standard say precious metal has been tried before, and always found deficient in providing enough capital for a modern society, since a finite amount of gold will only back a finite amount of paper money, thus throttling the economy.  Is the answer the monetary system we now have, fiat money, paper backed by nothing?  I have the solution.

 

 

I’m not quite sure that using gold

Is quite the way to go

Please bear in mind that we’ve been told

Economies will slow

‘Cause gold is rare and small supplies

Can’t back the cash we need

So what else can we monetize?

How ‘bout the stuff we bleed?

A corpuscle’s a handy thing

Just like a credit card

A little nick, a little sting

That shouldn’t be too hard

What’s that you say, that’s what they do

We’re paying now in blood?

The gold is for the wealthy few

And we’re left with the crud

 

 

From Sea To Shining Sea

On July 2, 1776, the Second Continental Congress, assembled in steamy hot Philadelphia, voted to declare independence from Great Britain. What we know today as the Declaration of Independence, dated July 4, 1776, was a formal explanation of the declaration of independence voted on two days previously.

 

The American Revolution did not start with the Declaration of Independence, it began more than a year earlier, on April 18, 1775, when the British marched from Boston to Concord, to seize munitions stored there by the Massachusetts militia. The British were met at Lexington by the Minutemen, then by more militia at North Bridge, and were forced to fall back to Boston, where they were besieged. George Washington took command of the Continental Army, and after the battle of Bunker Hill, and with the arrival of artillery captured at Ticonderoga on the hills surrounding Boston, the British abandoned Boston and left for Halifax, Nova Scotia. General Washington then took his army to New York, where he awaited a British attack he knew would come. In July, 1776, the British arrived before New York in force and surrounded Washington’s army. When the declaration of independence reached General Washington he had it read to his troops. There was now no turning back, no negotiated peace, no settlement of grievances short of war to the finish.  

 

With the Declaration agreed to and signed on July 4, several broadsides containing various versions of the text appeared in public almost immediately, but the official text, with all the signatures, appeared in the Pennsylvania Packet on July 8, 1776. The citizens of Philadelphia were the first to read the now famous words

 

When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bonds which have connected them with another…

 

words that caused many to be uneasy. The war was not going well. Great Britain was the most powerful nation on earth. These words were followed by

 

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal…

 

How many who read those words fully understood the impact those few words would have on the history of the United States, the history of the world? There followed a list of twenty-seven grievances against the King and Parliament, justifying the declaration of independence voted for on July 2nd. The Declaration concluded with the following words

 

And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.

 

There followed fifty-six signatures, including John and Sam Adams, John Hancock, Benjamin Franklin, Caesar Rodney, Thomas Jefferson, and ending with the words, Adopted by Second Continental Congress, July 4, 1776.

 

And so it began.

 

 

Oh beautiful for spacious skies

For amber waves of grain

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain

America! America!

 God sheds his grace on thee

And crowns thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea!

 

Oh beautiful for patriot dream

That sees beyond the years

Thine alabaster cities gleam

Undimmed by human tears

America! America!

God sheds his grace on thee

And crowns they good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea!

 

Katherine Lee Bates, 1895

 

 

Climate Hope And Change

The House has narrowly passed, with a great deal of arm twisting by Pelosi, the Markey-Waxman climate bill, designed to change our electricity generating plants from fossil fuel to “green” fuels by taxing out of existence the fossil fuel burning energy sources that produce 90% of our electricity. Hydroelectric produces a further 7%, meaning 3% of our electricity is now produced by renewable sources acceptable to the ultra-liberal environmental crowd, including President Obama, who views a climate bill’s cap and trade provisions of carbon credits a means of taxing his way out of the enormous debt he has put us in. So the Dems are giving us a choice; either we pay three or four times as much for our electricity as we do now because the carbon tax will be passed on to us, or we do without electricity, because wind and solar cannot provide at any time in the near or distant future 100% of our electricity needs. So President Obama needs a cap and trade climate bill, and the only way he can get it is to insist the climate is changing and we’re all gonna die if we don’t stop burning coal and oil and if we all don’t stop exhaling carbon dioxide.

 

 

The climate is changing, we’re told by the One

Regardless of facts that it’s not

And even if proven we’re warmed by the sun

He’d not change his mind by a jot

The icebergs are melting, the bears in decline

The seas are all rising a lot

And even if proven the bears are all fine

He’d not change his mind by a jot

The air is polluted with carbon you know

It’s hard to know just what we’ve got

But even if proven the air’s fresh as snow

He’d not change his mind by a jot

He’ll not change positions on climate, we’re told

He says that it’s gonna get hot

And even if proven we’re gonna get cold

He’d not change his mind by a jot

For climate’s the answer to things that he lacks

He sees it as dough for the pot

And even if shown that it’s really a tax

He’d not change his mind by a jot

 

 

Minnie The Mermaid

An underwater homeowner is defined as someone whose mortgage exceeds the value of his house. The Federal government is now gearing up to bailout these underwater homeowners by allowing Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac to refinance those under threat of foreclosure. These types of sub-prime loans were a large part of the housing and subsequent financial collapse in the first place, and Obama’s answer to fixing the sub-prime problem is to write more sub-prime loans to people who cannot repay them, or they wouldn’t be facing foreclosure in the first place. This strategy will work if the housing market suddenly and unexpectedly enters another inflationary bubble, which is not only unlikely but highly undesirable. On top of that, Fannie and Freddie are already deeply in debt, Freddie having already gotten 50.7 billion dollars from the Federal Treasury, and Fannie 30.4 billion. Of course we know this isn’t about underwater homeowners at all, but keeping Fannie and Freddie afloat so they can be looted by Democrat operatives like Raines and Gorelick, who voted themselves millions of dollars in bonuses based on falsified profit statements before the big collapse.

 

 

My home is my castle, we heard the man say

So what if the mortgage is due

Obama’s my man, he say not have to pay

My mortgage is paid off by you

With Fannie and Freddie behind me I’m set

To live here as long as I want

With Dems now in power I’ll take what I get

And if the bank takes it I’ll punt

Is this a great country, I’ll say that it is

When people like me without jobs

Can buy a new house with some dough that aint his

And live there like middle class slobs

And anyone questioning what’s going on

Is seen as a GOP tool

Although to be honest they’re wise to the con

It’s just that they want to be cool

They think that it’s awful that people like me

Who cannot afford to pay rent

Are denied owning houses as good as Spike Lee

Even though I don’t own a red cent

 

 

I’m Al Obama Bound

The Minnesota Supreme Court on Tuesday declared Al Franken the winner of the tightly contested 2008 Minnesota Senate election. Franken won by 312 votes out of 2.4 million votes cast. The election night returns gave the contest to the Republican incumbent, but the narrowness of the victory generated an automatic recount, and the Democrats brought in the man who stole the Washington state gubernatorial election for the Democrat loser a few years earlier by finding uncounted Democrat votes in desk drawers, and he succeeded in finding enough uncounted Franken votes in Democrat car trunks to overturn the election. And so Al Franken is now the junior senator from Minnesota. He will take his seat in the United States Senate in a few days, giving the Democrats a 60 seat filibuster proof supermajority, where they can pass any bill they want with total disregard for the wishes of anyone but themselves. Happily, Al will not be the only comedian on his side of the aisle, and was last heard singing that old ragtime song, I’m Alabama Bound, though with different words.

 

 

I’m Al Obama bound

They’ll be no filibusters while I’m hanging ‘round

Just gave the meanest ‘lection man on earth

All I’m worth,

Just to put my tootsies in a Senate berth

Just hear that gavel sound

You know that soon we’re gonna cover ground

And then we’ll pass all of Obama’s dreams

Crazy schemes

I’m Al Obama bound

 

 

Rum Runners

It has been revealed that Diageo, a London distillery, is the beneficiary of 2.7 billion dollars of TARP money to build a rum distillery in St. Croix, Virgin Islands. All without anyone knowing it was happening. The reality is this sort of thing happens all the time, and one wonders what is hidden in the massive and unread stimulus and energy bills about to hit us. What nice little favors did nice little congresspersons add when no one was looking? We don’t know, and won’t know until it’s too late. But it isn’t as if the average congressperson thinks it’s our money. No, it’s their money, to with as they please.

 

 

It’s nice to have good friends in real high places

Like congresspersons looking out for you

Who write you in without the slightest traces

Of what it’s for or why it’s for or who

They add their little schemers in the darkness

When all believe the gaveled day is through

They understand their colleagues will thus hark less

To what it is that they’re about to do

But what is two point seven billion dollars

When calculated ‘gainst the greater good

No point in getting hot under the collars

It’s just the way things are, that’s understood

It isn’t if it really were your money

It isn’t if you had it in your hand

But if you think this kind of stuff ain’t funny

Come ‘lection day just tell them go pound sand

 

 

Sieg Who?

In his few short months in office, President Obama has nationalized the automobile industry, the banking industry, distributed hundreds of billions of taxpayer dollars to his union constituencies, overridden the Constitutional provision of Congressional approval of Cabinet appointments by appointing more than a dozen non-confirmed czars to oversee the Executive department, and the Democrat dominated Congress has passed a thousand page carbon tax bill that will cripple American industry, plus trillion dollar stimulus bills and bailouts causing trillion dollar deficits as far as the eye can see, and is busy preparing to nationalize the best health care system the world has ever seen. In March the House passed President Obama’s national security force youth bill, heeding candidate Obama’s call for a youth group of millions of volunteers, to be equipped, in the president’s words, as well as the military. I don’t believe he has yet decided on the color green or brown for the Obama Jugend uniforms. In any other country, and at any other time, this would be called fascism, a charismatic autocrat with a rubberstamp parliament. Will we see, in a few months, a hastily called press conference with Robert Gibbs emotionally reading an address to the people of the United States from President For Life Barack Hussein Obama? Will we see Mr. Gibbs cry with unbound joy as the Washington press corps rises as one in thunderous adulation? Will we hear the following words from Mr. Gibbs?  

 

 

My fellow Americans, I bring you tidings of greatest joy. Our beloved president, Barack Hussein Obama, has proclaimed the following words shall be read and memorized throughout the land:

 

With whose eyes shall we see the world

There are those who will see the world hollow

With whose mind do we see fellow man

There are those who will tempt us to follow

They will smile and attempt to arrange

Your thoughts and your life and your time

By promising comfortable change

And it won’t cost you one single dime

Oh they know how to work it so well

They know every button to push

But know that the road leads to hell

I speak of that road built by Bush

We’re now in a crisis, they’ll shout

Obama is moving too fast

Only we know what it’s all about

The One’s promises surely won’t last

Yes, that’s how they speak ill of us

But we’ll save you in spite of your fears

Just know that we’re driving the bus

And we’ll be at the wheel many years

We’re creating a new nation here

A nation we’re all proud to serve

A nation we all hold so dear

That we tingle the end of each nerve

Which is why we’ve decided on this

That elections are truly passé

Now the robe of your Caesar you’ll kiss

Though we’ll still have an election day

While you won’t vote you won’t really care

It’s the symbol that really does count

With these purple hemmed togas I wear

I’ll look swell sitting here on the mount

 

 

You Can’t Negotiate With A Dead Terrorist

A month or so ago the Sri Lankan army cornered the remnants of the rebel Tamil Tigers and killed them all. Various and sundry Western voices expressed dismay, exclaiming that by killing them they left no one to negotiate with. A spokeswoman for Chatham House, a British NGO, was particularly upset that the Sri Lankan army brutally ended the forty year war with the even more brutal Tamil Tigers by doing it the old fashioned way, by killing them, and expressed their outrage in no uncertain terms. I have thought about this strange way of thinking, and have come to a reluctant conclusion. It seems wars are no longer to be won, but negotiated into a kind of perpetual conflict, in which neither side is defeated, and the casualty count keeps climbing, despite the valiant efforts by such as Chatham House to ameliorate the suffering.

 

 

Thank God there were no NGOs

Around in Patton’s day

For they’d have tried him, goodness knows

For getting in the way

Of all good Germans whom they felt

Would likely stop the war

And all good Nazis would be dealt

With kindly, as before

But no, George Patton told his men

The enemy must die

So his Third Army figured then

That Generals do not lie

They cranked up all their Shermans

And in weather bleak and fine

They killed their share of Germans

And they cracked the Siegfried line

So Hodges, Simpson, George and Ike

Killed Germans by the score

They did what NGOs don’t like

They went and won the war

But not today, for goodness sake

The New York Times would frown

If someone on our side would take

The chance to mow them down

And turn his guns on men who try

To kill us every day

It’s not for us to reason why

It’s just for us to pay

The price in blood the left insists

Is penance for our sins

And they would have us slash our wrists

And cheer when bad guy wins

 

 

An Undisclosed Location

A few days ago a US drone strike in northern Pakistan killed a number of Pakistani Taliban. As the mourners gathered for the funeral some days later, another drone struck the funeral, killing three top Taliban commanders and between fifty and seventy rank and file Taliban, the number dependent on which source you believe. The already dead Taliban were not further harmed. The head Taliban guy, the top commander of the Pakistani Taliban, Baitullah Mehsud, attended the funeral, but according to some sources survived the attack. We shall see. You may recall that a few months ago the very same Baitullah Mehsud called the AP from an undisclosed location and boasted of the ruin he was about to rain on the United States and all its minions. The question is, since he called the AP from an undisclosed location, is he now also in an undisclosed location, dispersed by the drone strike over a square kilometer or two of Pakistani scrub.

 

 

Baitullah Mehsud was an angry man

Who called up the AP

To claim that he and his mates can

And will claim victory

He said he would amaze the world

With blows to the great satan

And claimed that death about him swirled

And terror lay a’waitin’

He sneered our fear hangs like a pall

And terror’s his vocation

But notice that he made the call

From an undisclosed location

But just because you’re undisclosed

Won’t mean you’re unlocated

Not if the US is disposed

To make your life truncated

The silent death from out the sky

Sought out the funeral party

The missiles flew and bye and bye

The men who once were hearty

Were just as dead as were their friends

Whose passing they were mourning

Struck down by those who sought their ends

Attacking without warning

A job well done we all would say

Good job from top to bottom

But did Mehsud escape that day?

I think we finally got him