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Abe, George, What Would You Do?

The president has yet to decide whether to continue the war in Afghanistan to its finish, or to bug out, or to take the third route, a slow decline into inevitable defeat. Such are the burdens of the lonely man in the Oval Office. Late at night, in the Hall of the Presidents, Obama paces fitfully, begging the portraits to understand.

 

 

I will not be rushed

Though my name be crushed

‘Neath the right wing idiot mass

For I know I’m right

Least in Allah’s sight

So on Afghan plans I’ll pass

As deciders go

I may seem quite slow

But I get there in the end

I will delegate

So that I can skate

Up the hill and round the bend

It’s a lonely job

And it does play hob

With my presidential mien

For my health care plan

Meant for every man

Is departing from the scene

There is much to do

And the days are few

And the nights are long and cold

And I must decide

If I run or hide

To do neither would be bold

So I take me hence

To the passive tense

While our soldiers fight and die

Waiting for my writ

While I think and sit

Is it me or is it I

 

 

An Opening On Mount Rushmore?

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Barack Obama’s overheated disciples are even now saying that the One deserves to be on Mount Rushmore for his speeches alone, which are, they assert, of transcendent brilliance. Obamaspeech.com offers the text of 100 speeches going back to 2002. The electronic library of his speeches and remarks runs to 36 pages. But will speeches alone, no matter how brilliantly read from the teleprompter, gain Obama access to Mount Rushmore? The answer is yes, if the Main Stream Media have anything to do with it. On the other hand, for those who believe Barack Obama is a Muslim, the question is will Mohamed come to the mountain or will the mountain come to Mohamed.

 

 

Mount Rushmore beckons

But who reckons

Obama will be there

Not I said the hen

Not I said the wren

Nor I said the gentle hare

Mount Rushmore’s face

Will take its place

With monuments of old

Each likeness one

Of battles won

Of action brave and bold

Since time began

What sort of man

Used words instead of deeds

To gain the flame

Of fleeting fame

And think that he succeeds

We know of one

A Kenyan son

A master of disguise

But joining those

Whom history chose?

He’s not one of those guys