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The Vampires Of The Left

Winter In Moscow

In 1812 Napoleon’s La Grande Armee entered Moscow, believing they had won the war with Russia. The Russians thought otherwise, and shortly thereafter, starving and cold, the Grande Armee set out for home, across the trackless Russian steppe, in the dead of winter. Very few made it back to France. Obama’s desperate drive to get Obamacare passed in the Senate before Christmas was very like Napoleon’s drive to enter Moscow before winter set in, and the aftermath looks very much like Napoleon’s retreat from Moscow. The American people have seen, despite the heroic efforts by the mainstream media to disguise it, the sordid back alley deals the Dems used to get the needed 60 votes. The people have also seen that passage of Socialized medicine will bankrupt the country, ration healthcare, and enlarge the power of the Federal government, an unholy trinity the people of the United States reject by a substantial margin. And now the voters of Massachusetts have spoken for all of us. As of this writing, Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid and the leaders of the Democratic party are meeting to try to figure out how to get this monstrosity passed, and they are looking at Reconciliation. If they can pull that off they will gotten the camel’s nose under the tent. And if they manage to push something down the throats of a public that has said loudly and clearly that they don’t want it, then the Democrat party will be savaged by the voters in November. If the Dems double down after the Massachusetts defeat, as both Obama and Axelrod have vowed to do, they may get something passed, but the cost to the Democrats will be enormous. Like Napoleon’s soldiers, very few of them will be returning.

The snow so deep, the wind so cold

The city far away

There’s wealth and food there we were told

Press on another day!

We struggle on, the horses die

And still the city sits

Behind us ‘gainst the winter sky

So far from Austerlitz

We gained the prize, another dawn

But neither wealth nor food

The city burned, the people gone

The men in murderous mood

A tinsel prize, a barren dream

We starved and headed home

Through snow and sleet and cold that seem

To mock each onion dome

We died by roadside, died by wood

We watched the death toll grow

We ate our horses when we could

Then lay down in the snow

But I’m not dead, I’m still alive

Bemused, I watch the scene

As others force the snow and strive

To go where we have been

A tinsel prize, a barren dream

Health care and cap and trade

They never learn, so it would seem

For some dreams never fade

So they press on, alons! No fear!

For snow-bound sixty votes

But coming closer they can hear

The failing bugle notes

Bound And Determined

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We’re getting down to crunch time. Obama is twisting arms as only a Chicago pol knows how, demanding the Democrat Senate come out with a health care bill by Christmas. Some nervous Democrat Senators have been bought off, some have been threatened, the public option and expansion of Medicare have been taken out, and still they don’t have the 60 votes. But never underestimate the ability of the Left to destroy that which they touch. The Democrats are bound and determined to destroy the best health care system the world has ever seen, replacing it with a government run system complete with death panels, bureaucrats who will determine whether or not your grandmother should have that operation, with money better spent on someone younger, someone more likely to vote for those who promise free lunch and ice cream. But what if it isn’t your grandmother the bureaucrats are deciding on? What if it’s you? If Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer and the rest of the gang get their way, there will be many doctor/patient scenes like this:

Now then my man, what have we here, the doc said with a smile

Just what can I do for you today?

The man said firm and brisk and clear, I’ve had this little while

A problem that won’t seem to go away

Aha, I see, the doctor mused, while glancing at his chart

I see you have some trouble on your hands

There is a drug that may be used, and yes, I cross my heart

I’d use it now, except it’s just for glands

And so I fear there’s naught be done, the government says no

Your liver cancer must now run its course

If not for that you’d live another five, six months or so

But government is still the money source

I see the man said getting up, I know I’m not the first

Who wants to live his life a bit too long

The pain you know’s not letting up, this liver is the worst

And living six months longer is no song

It’s just that I would like to do a few things that I’d missed

Like climbing Mount McKinley and the like

And there may still be one or two sweet girls I have not kissed

And crossing old Death Valley on my bike

I know the government knows best, knows what is best for me

I thank my lucky stars that Harry Reid

And Nancy and Barack and all the rest can clearly see

That what they want is what we mortals need

So I’ll go home and pack my bags and get my good suit cleaned

And try to smile and hope for all the best

And I will know that my toe tags will read Death Panel Screened

Before they sent me to eternal rest

Our Best And Brightest

Politicians strive mightily to give the impression of warmth, intellect, decisiveness, or just plain man of the people, all as the moment requires, presenting themselves to the public as something they typically are not. In the spirit of bringing truth to advertising, Verse-afire brings you snap-shot bio-pics of some of our leading men and women.

Bill Clinton, a man oleaginous

Once known for political dodginess

Thinks despite his white hair

That the ladies still care

He thinks he’s in a zone erogenous

The Chief of Staff man name of Rahm

Tells the country you gotta stay calm

We this crisis can’t waste

So we’re spending in haste

Hoping some of it sticks to a palm

Pelosi exchanges high fives

As she brings out the socialist knives

She wants health care for all

But the people still stall

They don’t want Nancy running their lives

Harry Reid used to be a club fighter

In the day when he was a bit lighter

But the blows to the head

Made him Senator instead

Where he thinks he’s been given a miter

Chuck Schumer’s a synonym for oily

Will smile and then say something coyly

That he thinks hides the shivs

As the sneak blow he gives

So all tend to despise the man royally

Of course it would surely be odd

If we left out one Christopher Dodd

Sweetheart mortgage went through

No not one, count ‘em, two

But it’s okay, he thinks he is God

Abdul Abulbul Amir

Richard Fernandez at the Belmont Club equates the President’s fight for socialized medicine with the comic song fight to the death between the Russian Hussar Ivan Skavinsky Skavar and the Turkish champion Abdul Abulbul Amir. The song is a putdown of the Russo-Turkish war of 1877, and is little heard or played today, and more’s the pity. Verse-afire has created an updated version, which we offer below. Click here to listen to the original 1927 version by Frank Crumit.

Miss Pelosi has said that she now has the votes

The Congress has moved very far

The Blue Dogs of course will be filled with remorse

Not so I. Skavinsky Skavar

For Ivan has teamed with the Democrat side

In spite of the disdainful sneer

From that bearded old man with the unnatural tan

His foeman Abulbul Amir

The House vote was close it came down in the end

To a Blue Dog from Tennessee bar

Who with faltering gait cast his vote very late

Hurried on by Skavinsky Skavar

It was then that the victors’ huzzahs turned to groans

As a fierce man tamped down the last cheer

And faced down the lout who had ended the bout

It was Abdul Abulbul Amir

The Sergeant-At-Arms cried his vote has been cast

It cannot be changed or denied

Then Ivan stepped in with a devilish grin

And strangled Abdul till he cried

They wrestled all night on the floor of the House

Pelosi first hung back in fear

Then with fierce flashing eyes she stabbed both of the thighs

Of Abdul Abulbul Amir

So the healthcare was passed by that one single vote

And the next day they named a new czar

Yes they plied him with wealth and they toasted the health

Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar

But the story’s not over there’s more still to come

It will shock you and call forth a tear

Of the terrible fate that befell the once great

Abdul Abulbul Amir

He ran for the Congress himself in the Fall

He canvassed his district by car

He arrived in DC quite embarrassed to see

Speaker Ivan Skavinsky Skavar