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Flower Trucks

Reports that Pakistan, concerned that the US is planning on taking over the Paki nuclear storage sites, is loading its nukes on civilian trucks and vans and driving them through city streets and around the countryside, have been dismissed by the Paki government as absurd and a pack of lies. But are the reports absurd? We think not. But what kind of trucks? The Paks and Indians frequently paint their trucks in flowered patterns, so there is no doubt the Paks are hiding their nukes in flowery trucks, for did not Mao say to let a thousand flower trucks boom?



The US once had nukes on wheels

The Racetrack it was called

We gave it up when lefty squeals

Cried nukes should not be hauled

But did we really shut that down

Perhaps they’re rolling still

Through every little Podunk town

Through dale and over hill

So if the Pakis load a truck

And say it’s full of blooms

And drive around, then with some luck

We’ll soon hear of the booms



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The Nukes Are Safe

Amid the turmoil in the muslim world, amid the backstabbing and betrayals in Afghanistan and Pakistan, what must always be remembered is that Pakistan is a nuclear state, having stolen the technology from the West. These nuclear devices must never be allowed to fall into the hands of non-state actors like al Qaeda, which is the principal reason the United States maintains steadfastly that Pakistan is a loyal ally in the midst of an enormous amount of evidence that they are not. It is the nukes. Pakistan insists they are safe, with specially trained and loyal guards. But it is clear it is only a matter of time before al Qaeda or the Taliban get their hands on one or more of Pakistan’s nukes, and then we will be faced with an existential threat.



The nukes are safe

They’re in good hands

In bunkers built

On shifting sands

Al Qaeda knows

Just where they are

They’ve friends who’ll leave

The door ajar

And late some night

And very soon

Lighted dimly

By the moon

A band of men

Of bristled beard

Will do what we

Have always feared

Ah well we had

The warning signs

The whispered sighs

Amid the pines

That told of things

That might go boom

When we leave Paks

To guard that room



Man-made Birds

The Pakistani government has just poked a stick in President Obama’s eye. They have declared in contemptuous tones that they will not arrest, interrogate, interfere with, or disturb in any way the Afghan terrorist most wanted by the United States, one Jalaluddin Haqqani, head of the Haqqani Network. Haqqani has been responsible for the deaths of US soldiers, among many other terrorist acts. He walks around freely in Pakistan, where he is protected by the Pakistani government. At some point the United States may simply go into Pakistan and arrest or kill him, and if we do that it will initiate a crisis with the Pakistani government, who are not truly on our side. When, not if, Pakistan goes Taliban, there will be a crisis of epic proportions, joining the approaching crisis vis a vis Iran. Two crisis points – Iran and Pakistan, Pakistan now and Iran soon to be nuclear powers. How will these crises be resolved? In a few days there will be Christmas. Some two thousand years ago a light in the sky guided wise men from the East to a rude manger. One day wiser men than we may see another light in the sky, and perhaps they will follow it. But what will they find when they get there? A manger? Or a blackened cinder?



The Paki sky is dark with man-made birds

The night is deep the starlight weak and faint

The valley floors are hidden as the words

Of far off voices track the radar paint

At thirty thousand feet the UAV

Commanded from a half a world away

Banks slightly and as silent as the sea

Prepares to turn the night sky into day

Across the world at airdromes near the Med

Six pointed stars are reaching for the sky

In minutes now some millions will be dead

As Persian missiles hurl aloft to fly

The world has reached the point of no return

As hydrogen and science both combine

Producing star-like temperatures to burn

So bright that wiser men will see the sign

And follow that bright star to see a child

Once born and born again defying time

To save the worlds His creatures have defiled

And set for them His selfless paradigm

He knows some heed His words and some do not

He knows the joys and sorrows that will flow

As creatures He has made forget the plot

And think that they alone can run the show

And when they do the skies above grow dark

As man-made birds prowl everlasting night

Igniting fierce-flared fire from the spark

That one day shows some wiser men the light