A new name, The Blue Death, is making the rounds as the cause of the death of socialism. Everywhere in the world socialism has been tried, in its various guises, totalitarian socialism like Nazism or Communism, or seemingly benevolent authoritarian socialism like the current European model, it is now clear that socialism leads to the death of the state that imposes it or has it imposed. And the United States is no exception. Barack Obama, a hard left Marxist community organizer, is driving the train that is taking us off the bridge and into the icy water below. We were a giant once, but soon the tiny people will look at our corpse rotting on the beach and wonder what happened.
The rotting corpse lay silent on the beach
Unmindful of the seething, restless tide
That surged around the stinking fetid flesh
Where worms crawled in and out its putrid side
A giant man, the quiet whispers spoke
Who killed him then, who could have laid him low?
The tiny people gathered ‘round to look
And said that bearded face is one I know
He was one time the leader of us all
He strode the plangent world with giant strides
And then he turned away from who he was
And now he’s lying face down in the tides
Who is he, all the tiny people asked
How did he die, what was the fearful cause?
He died from what is known as the blue death
His end should give the fitful future pause
See here his hat, see here his star sleeved coat
‘Tis Uncle Sam, a giant among men
He turned his back on what had made him great
And we shall never see his like again