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M Is For…

Scott Brown has won the Massachusetts Senate seat by a landslide. The liberal voters of Massachusetts, who voted for Obama 68% to 32% in 2008, have just totally rejected the policies of the man they voted for just one year ago. In spite of this, our Narcissist in Chief vows to double down and force the hated health care bill through the Congress. There are those who look at the year long actions of our president and conclude he is not only a narcissist, but oedipal as well, and believes the United States, which he hates, is his mother, and Muslim black Africa, which he loves, is his father. The country’s in the very best of hands.

 

 

M is for the Martha they weren’t buying

O is for our Oedipal president

T is for the Tears the Dems are crying

H is for the Hurt they could not prevent

E is for the Elephant Scott rode on

R is for the Ruin of Dem plans

Put them all together they spell Mother

A half-word Oedipal prez full understands

 

 

Firestorm

A firestorm is brewing in the streets of Massachusetts. The bomber stream is overhead, and the Dems are running for cover. It won’t be Dresden all over again, the firestorm is political, not actual, but just as fierce. The Marxist agenda being pushed by Obama is dead, killed by the voters of the bluest of blue states, Massachusetts. After only one year of Obama’s looting of the country, the people have awakened. Sometimes the only way to cleanse the soul is by fire.

 

 

In darkened streets the sirens sound

The few abroad look skyward

In darkened houses close to ground

Deep shelter is the byword

The sirens wail, the bomber stream

Fills darkened sky with thunder

Below the children clutch and scream

As mothers only wonder

Can they survive another night

Then come incendiaries

The firefighters try to fight

Amid their family worries

The flames take hold and spread so fast

The wind whips round the corners

And then it’s over, burnt at last

With few surviving mourners

In Cambridge town the bomber stream

Does not bring death, but trouble

For Obie’s ugly marxist dream

That’s now reduced to rubble

 

 

Blood And Sand

Richard Fernandez, at the Belmont Club, posted a thread titled A Real Horse Race, describing the surge by Scott Brown against Martha Coakley in Massachusetts.  I posted the following under my Belmont Club handle Walt:

 

In Boston town of liberal fame

A Coakley kiss protects the flame

But voters turn the smile to frown

As Boston beans are done-up Brown

 

This was answered by Buddy Larsen, a commenter from Texas, who wrote, under his Belmont Club handle Mongo BL Santamaria:

 

A limerick awaits to be spun

With Martha and Annie and gun

Where Oakley the shooter

And Coakley the looter

In line five rhyme in time for the pun

 

Encouraged by the invitation to complete the limerick, I replied:

 

A limerick awaits to be spun

With Martha and Annie and gun

Where Oakley the shooter

And Coakley the looter

Are here for five lines and then done

 

I then carried the carnage further by adding:

 

The difference ‘tween Martha and Ann

Can be seen in the races they ran

Can Annie’s bay horses

Beat Martha’s Dem forces

It be hooves us to think that they can

 

With shooters like Annie in town

And Coakley’s poll numbers way down

The prez and his crew

Are now changing their hue

As their blue state is turning to Brown

 

Thus challenged, Mongo responded with a deft thrust of the sword, in lower case, as is his wont when channeling Don Marquis and Mehitabel the cat:

 

oh lo the po mongo

who tap on his bongo

too near the walt in his lair

for soon to emerge in a syncopate surge

of bass drum and tom-tom and snare

 

The contest was over. Smiling, Mongo doffed his hat, jauntily waved his muleta and stepped coolly over the blood in the sand, to be awarded both ears and the tail, to the cheers of the adoring crowd.

 

Moral: Don’t mess with Texas.