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Rotten Fish

The political earthquake that happened Tuesday in Massachusetts has changed the landscape. For a short while there the Democrats thought they had captured the country, wrapped them in swaddling clothes and put them to bed. They thought they could milk the system to their benefit and no one would care or notice. They thought they could destroy the finest health care system the world has ever known with no one raising a voice against it. They thought they could increase the debt by trillions, give billions to unions and other Democrat constituencies without a murmur by the cowed populace. They thought they had a handle on the future, with the Democratic party the home of the young, the hip, the cool. They thought their message of hope and change was enough to quiet the crowd, but they were wrong. The message the Obamacrats were sending out was not selling. There’s an old saying: People won’t buy rotten fish. And rotten fish is what Obama and Reid and Pelosi were selling.



The cauldron hot, they stir the pot

And watch the swirling mist

Pronouncing every moving dot

Too lovely to be kissed

They think, they know, they own the show

The universe is theirs

The message for the plebes below

Is only mama cares

But power brings to would-be kings

Omnipotence and awe

But hubris shows what hubris brings

To those who flout the law



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




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.