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Michael, Meet Vladimir

Michael Moore’s new movie calls for the destruction of capitalism, and by definition, of the United States. Michael Moore should meet Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, who knew what to do with useful idiots whose usefulness was at an end. The question is, is Michael Moore part of a larger leftist plan? I don’t think so; the Left has no plan, only feelings. Like the hive, they support one another even though there may be little awareness of the others in the hive. Think about it – seemingly mindless left-wing excesses like cap and trade, the acquisition of the automobile and banking industry by the Federal government, the debasement of the currency by the trillions of dollars of debt rung up by the Obama administration through the stimulus bills and deficit budgets to the point where the Chinese and others are no longer going to finance our debt and are calling for another world currency to supplant the dollar, and lastly, but not at all leastly, the government’s efforts to take over the health care system, one seventh of the nation’s economy. Is all this part of a long term, carefully thought out plan? I don’t believe so. It’s what happens spontaneously when the Left gains control. Give the Left power and we all start careening down the rain-swept gutter in a little boy’s paper boat.



Like paper boats careening in the gutter

Rain-swept toward the beck’ning sewer

The Left clings to its mindless clutter

Of old grim thoughts of something newer

They cry Democracy and Freedom

They understand it’s all a lie

They think we’re Dylan’s Tweedle-dee dumb

They’ll build the gulag’s where we’ll die

The movie men believe in heaven

Believe that heaven loves its stars

They think they’ll always roll a seven

They think they’ll be the lucky czars

They think it’s fine that others be killed

And think it surely won’t be them

Now silent killing fields are soon filled

With all the lefty crème de crème

How can they not know recent history

They’ve heard of Stalin, Mao, Pol Pot

The rain-swept gutter is no mystery

It leads to sewers like as not



Tangled Up In Blue

Bob Dylan, the legendary folk singer and writer, responsible for such hits as Blowin’ In The Wind, The Times They Are A’changin’, Rainy Day Women and more, was walking around the Jersey shore town of Long Branch the other evening in the driving rain, just whiling away the hours looking at houses until time to go on stage with Willie Nelson and John Mellencamp at the Lakewood Blueclaws baseball stadium, when a 24 year old female police officer, called by a resident who saw him in her backyard and thought he looked suspicious, asked him his name. The name Bob Dylan meant nothing to her, nor did it for a backup 25 year old male officer. Without ID, Dylan talked the police into taking him to the hotel where the tour was staying, where he was identified to the satisfaction of the police officers. My problem with this is not that young police officers did not know who a disheveled, rain-soaked 68 year old folk singer was, but that he was asked for ID because the police said he was acting erratically. That alone should have convinced them he was telling the truth. How else would you expect Bob Dylan to act if not erratically?



I lived with them on Montague Street

He said to responding police

In a basement down the stairs

I will admit to some caprice

But puzzled someone cares

It’s pouring rain, the policeman said

You’re wandering about

You seem to have it in your head

That we your word do doubt

You say you are Bob Dylan who

Is with a touring band

Along with John and Willie too

All known throughout the land

I’ve heard the name Bob Dylan as

A boy I am afraid

And I recall my mother has

His records that she played

And you look nothing at all like

The album cover pics

And why would Dylan take a hike

In these New Jersey sticks?

I’ll sing a song, Bob Dylan said

To prove to you I’m real

All right, get in, and watch your head

The cop said, it’s a deal

And in the car Bob Dylan sang

About a man who sinned

With windows down the clear notes rang

A-blowin’ in the wind

And then he sang one for the cops

He said, this one’s for you

And fair among the falling drops

Came Tangled Up In Blue