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Benedict Arlen

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Arlen Specter, United States Senator from Pennsylvania, has recently left the Republican Party and joined the Democrats, because, he said, it was increasingly clear he would not win the Republican primary in 2010, and he so much wanted to remain a United States Senator.  Benedict Arlen, as some have taken to calling him, will find he has traded his name for a mess of pottage, as he will not win the Democratic primary either.  His apostasy was all for nothing.

 

 

He is a man of principle

His word his every bond

He thought he was invincible

He had a magic wand

That caused his warm adherents

To pull the lever down

With no Dem interference

He owned his Philly town

Of course there were some questions

‘Bout loyalty and such

And even some suggestions

That he displayed too much

Affection for the party

Of lefties, gays and greens

And every one whose hearty

Grin betrayed behind the scenes

A hunger for the power

To make us unto them

To make us all to cower

In fear of every Dem

So now he’s joined the other

Who cheered at his left face

But did not call him brother

Nor gave him honored place

I leave you with this thesis

That coupled with his name

The thirty silver pieces

Forever share his shame

 

 

 

 

 

Mommy! Mommy!

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The Mommy State is with us, as evidenced by the overwhelming number of women who voted for Barack Obama, as well as for the general state of the culture that is becoming more and more like France every day.  Women are different from men, in that their first thought is the protection and maintenance of their children.  Where once a woman depended on a man for these services, she now depends on the State, and so will continue to vote for those who agree to provide for them.  Men are no longer needed.  The State is now husband and master.  But can it last?

 

 

We find us posed with quite a daunting thesis

An argument with which I must agree

When Mommy State implodes who gets the pieces

Is something I at present cannot see

In eighteen one a Brit named Alex Tyler

Proclaimed democracies not long to run

He didn’t say it just to be a riler

He said that in the best case, number one

Democracies last only ‘til the voters

Find out their votes breed governmental doles

He didn’t know that once invented motors

That women could be driven to the polls

They voted in the guys who’d give them power

They’re voting for them to this very day

They disengaged the cradle from the bower

And now we find we’ll soon have hell to pay

The Mommy State has fastened on our culture

But surely it has finally run its course

That shadow overhead is from a vulture

Just waiting for some unforgiving force

To put a noisy end to all this posing

To see such nonsense put at last to bed

I see this lefty chapter quickly closing

If lucky we shall not have many dead

The Mommy State will last until some tragic

Event now clearly seen as tipping point

Will clean the slate again as if by magic

And once again the men will run the joint

 

 

 

Ministry Of Truth

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The Obama Administration, in the person of Janet Napolitano, Secretary Homeland Security, has decreed that in the future terror attacks on the United States would not be described as terror attacks, but as man-made disasters.  I don’t remember President Obama appointing George Orwell to the Ministry of Truth, but I guess he did.

 

 

I thought Napolitano meant

A man of Napoli

But see that I was wrong

And will admit it happily

It’s good to see a feminist

Admit that men exist

E’en though man-made disaster

Is a term the fems insist

Portrays the gender male in all

Its forms and histories

The wonder is they love us so

Just more life’s mysteries

The problem though is greater than

Male gender understood

If she’s the anti-terror czar

Then you would think she would

At least pretend that she believes

That people mean us harm

Instead she thinks the auras from

The O will be the charm

That coupled with our bowing down

And making real amends

Will steer them from the terror way

And make them lasting friends

 

 

 

 

Future News

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The Washington Post reports a meeting was held in Washington recently at which representatives of the leading American newspapers lamented they did not know where the industry was going, beyond going down.  I think this is where they’re going.

 

Can you tell me where we’re going

Said inventor to the scribe

The scribe had not the knowing

But he thought the scribbler tribe

Had naught to fear from printing

Though he wished to make it clear

That while Gutenberg was hinting

That the death of scribes was near

It was time, he felt, that reason

Should prevail in such a case

And that printing, while in season

Would not scribblers jobs erase

Can you tell me where we’re going

Said the journalist to the blog

The blog had not the knowing

But it knew ‘twas just a cog

In a world wide web of knowledge

That is there in one big store

So a journalism college

Isn’t needed any more

And the Gutenberg invention

That put papers on the lawn

Faces daily intervention

And will soon in time be gone

Now what happens to the readers

All the kiddies, dads and mammys

Why they’ll simply have new leaders

Guys in bathrobes and pajammys

 

 

What, Me Worry?

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Secretary of Defense Gates, touring the Middle East, is assuring the Saudis and other allies that the Obama adinistration is not throwing them under the bus with the coming talks with Iran.  They are, curiously, unreassured.

 

 

Why should you worry, Gates said with a smile

We’re with you and always have been

Of course just because we’ve been friends for a while

Does not mean we think you are kin

The US is under new management now

We have an agenda or two

Don’t ask us the why or the when or the how

Don’t ask us if it includes you

We know what we’re doing, we know what we know

We know that Iran is a friend

So friendly we feel that our friendship must show

A regard for their nuclear end

We’ve outlawed the terror, it’s no longer here

Attacks are disasters man made

That being the case you have nothing to fear

You all have it made in the shade

Of course history shows that appeasements don’t work

That appeasers are seen to be weak

That sooner or later there’ll be a Dunkirk

And it’s happening now as we speak

 

 

 

 

 

 

Salmon Chanted Evening

Something’s fishy, people say
A slur to briny cousins
You don’t hear fish say that ‘bout us
Though reasons they have dozens
We treat them all about the same
With hook and net and trawler
We bait them with some eel or squid
And sometimes a night crawler
And all because they’re good to eat
Their taste is quite delicious
Salmon, trout or small mouth bass
Just show me where the fish is
They’re not as dumb as some do think
They talk and sing till late
Nearer My Cod To Thee is one
And another Kiss Me Skate
Come Joe Sardine In My Flying Machine
And the popular Am l Blue
I love to hear those good old songs
But I wish they’d sing something new