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Below The Fold

Now that we have a new war to talk about the Egyptian business is now old news, still occasionally on the front page, but below the fold. Egypt, however, is not over with. In all likelihood Libya will fragment into what it always was and always will be, a tribal society, with eastern Libya, now held by the rebels, reverting to its former name of Cyrenaica. All well and good, but Cyrenaica has traditionally been part of Egypt, at least so thought the Egyptians, and Egypt would clearly love to have it back, along with its oil. So expect an Egyptian move into Cyrenaica when the time looks propitious.



Egypt’s now below the fold

All is well or so we’re told

The winner, it is understood

Is now the Muslim Brotherhood

The Army though has shining eyes

Upon the golden shimm’ring prize

With protests done, down from the boil

Their eyes are drawn to eastern oil

Benghazi now a distant dream

But soon on desert comes the stream

Of armor on the quick march west

Sent off by a UN request

They’ll claim the land again their own

Sun gods once more on Egypt’s throne


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It’s Not Our Fault

Why is Egypt a third world country? Why is the entire Arab world so backward it could not, without outside help, pour a concrete patio? Why has nothing of any value, except for the oil sitting beneath its sand, ever come out of the Arab world? An Egyptian friend explained how it was all someone else’s fault.



My friend said, Walt

It’s not our fault

The fault is Alexander’s

He stole our land

And gave us sand

And camel trail meanders

Then Cleo ran

That Caesar man

And after that came Nappy

But Brits said Hey

That ain’t no way

To make those Wogs all happy

Then Rommel came

And played his game

Till he ran out of panzers

And had to run

Chased by a ton

Of Kingi Georgi’s lanzers

From pyramid

To great El Cid

This was a land of greatness

A Pharaoh’s smile

A houri’s guile

But now the hour’s lateness

Compels us all

To heed the call

For throwing out Mubarak

And that is why

I simply sigh

And wish it were you Barack



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Let’s Make A Deal

Obama says he is waiting to see what happens in Egypt before making any announcements about what it is he intends to do. What he intends to do, of course, is embrace the winner and claim that was the result he wanted all along. And if the radical anti-west, anti-American muslim fanatics gain control, the result will be what he wanted all along. It’s all part of a master plan.



Obama says Let’s make a deal

See what’s behind the curtain

The Muslim Brotherhood is real

But we won’t know for certain

Until the riots run their course

And someone is the victim

The other is the winner and

Of course we’ll claim we picked ‘im

We sit apart from storm and strife

We have no dog is this fight

We make no judgments who is wrong

We know the winner is right

Our policy is working fine

To some it seems it rambles

My plan is that the world in time

Will be in utter shambles

At which point I will usher forth

A plan to clear the mess up

I will be king, and now you know

The devil made me ‘fess up


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Distant Drums

Events in Egypt bode ill for the United States and the rest of the civilized world, for the removal of Mubarak will usher in the inevitable takeover by the fanatical Islamists, and when that happens, when Egypt is allied with Iran and Syria, Turkey and Saudi Arabia will soon follow. And then it will be war or surrender to oil blackmail for the West, and war or surrender to the Holocaust for Israel. And all the while President Obama and the Secretary of State issue platitudes.  



Softly, in the distance, so far and yet so near

The warm and gentle breezes grow in strength

And slip ever so quietly to our unhearing ear

And swirl around unheeded until, at last, at length

The built on sand foundation of our policy gives way

And the house of cards comes tumbling to the ground

The president still claims he cannot feel the slightest sway

And denies his policy is quite unsound

The wafting gentle breezes now climb up the Beaufort scale

And kingdoms and dictators fall apace

And wind-borne chaos whips the sand of time into a gale

And all in danger scurry for a place

Of quiet harbor safety till the storm blows itself out

They cry to Washington to ease their fears

But Washington is busy, turning deaf ears to the shout

Though many have predicted this for years


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