The clearest lesson of the twentieth and early twenty-first centuries is that we are always in a time of war between wars, and this time the war between wars is Syria, a continuation of the war between wars that was Libya. The removal of Saddam Hussein and the conquest of Iraq that would have led to a permanent American armed base in the strategic center of the Middle East was torpedoed by the treasonous and now in power American Left, whose policy is to arm our enemies and to so weaken the United States that we become vulnerable to those enemies, thus leading to domestic tyranny under the carefully scripted and false imperative of homeland defense. What comes next, after Syria? Immolation of the Middle East, not by us but by Israel, in self defense upon being attacked. So far evident to all. But even the immolation of the Middle East is but a war between wars, and at some point the United States will be faced with transcendent peril, as weak militarily, thanks to Obama, as we were on December 7, 1941. Only this time the oceans will not save us, for it will be a come as you are war, and Obama, by design, will have left us naked. It is no coincidence that Obama announced he would arm the Syrian rebels only hours after those rebels declared allegiance to our sworn killer enemy, al Qaeda.

Well warned we were of enemies
Come boring from within
Of elements here on our soil
Who claim to be our kin
But who in fact do wish us harm
And work to do us ill
And burrowing beneath the soil
Have managed with great skill
To capture all our campuses
Our media and youth
And turn our very honor in
To lies that once were truth
They’ve opened up the borders to
The hungry third world mass
And give to them the earnings of
The working middle class
And in return the illegals
Then fill the voter rolls
And at the party boss’s word
They’re marched off to the polls
Eternal power is the game
And it’s within their grasp
They’ve turned our freedom’s scepter in
To Cleopatra’s asp

Barack Obama. Curiously, no one from his reputed past has ever remembered him. Shortly after being elected in 2008 a reporter interviewed several hundred former students at the various schools he reportedly attended and not a single person remembered him. No one has ever seen his college transcripts, and of those presumed classmates at Columbia not a one recalls ever seeing or talking to him there. Churchill once characterized the Soviet Union as a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma, and that is an accurate description of our current president. There are those who remember him as a child, and those who remember him as an adult, but no one remembers him in the years between. What was he? Who was he? He was and is a phantom figure traveling a circular stair, seen at the bottom and at the top, but not on any of the steps in between.

 They saw him as he climbed the stair
At Punahou that elite school
For kids of Indonesian kings
Who know they have by right to rule
So many risers, many treads
The balusters smooth worn by hands
The distant landing softly calls
The future king of distant lands
And yet as Barry made his way
The carpet registered him not
And those who saw his upward climb
Saw for the moment then forgot
Upon the stair and midway up
The figure dimmed and seemed to glow
With further steps he disappeared
Unseen for good to those below
The landing saw him change his name
As upward strode the Kenyan king
As now in sight the promised land
Within his grasp lay everything
No one at college saw him there
No one remembers him at all
Till at the top, that one last step
Saw him in the mirrored Hall
Passing by them all unseen
Not a motion did reflect
Till before him stood the door
Opening out of respect
In he strode without a pause
Scepter, crown and golden throne
Seated now he looked about
Seeing he was not alone
Visible he was at last
Smiling as the masses knelt
Flowered love lay at his feet
Glorying in tingles felt
But all is not quite as it seems
In Punahou the children there
At times see shadows on the wall
That looks like someone on the stair

Obama’s catastrophic Middle East policy of leading from behind, effectively opting out of the decision making process and leaving decisions up to others, has led to a once relatively stable region aflame with violence, with friends removed from power and enemies in their place. I spoke to a fly recently, and he told me he just happened to be on a wall in the White House situation room, minding his own business, and overheard the following conversation between a  man named Obama and a group of nameless, faceless yea sayers.

He said that he heard it as clear as a bell
The big man sure seemed so composed so
He said that his workings were going quite well
Then smiled and said that he supposed so
He said that his policies seemed quite so grand
When first they were then implemented
But things then got crazy and so out of hand
That things that seemed sure and cemented
Have now come apart and are tearing things loose
And soon will be laden with sorrow
A crisis there is and without an excuse
We’ll tackle this problem tomorrow
I wondered what else it was he might have heard
He shrugged and said there was a mumbler
I saw some lips move thought someone said absurd
So I silently lit on a tumbler
The big man had left saying that he was late
His party was now on the fairway
The others at table then went tete a tete
Suggesting that had things gone their way
The world would be well in the sweet bye and bye
And then they just started to bicker
I left then and while I am just a small fly
I couldn’t have got any sicker

There are unintended consequences, intended consequences, intended unintended consequences and unintended unintended consequences, and the Obama White House seems incapable of determining in advance just which consequence they prefer or desire. Everything they do turns out to be a total surprise to them, which they conveniently blame on an obscure film maker or on George Bush.

An unintended consequential
Flowing from the non-sequential
White House policies and tortured twists du jour
Is the ouster of friend Morsi
From his high and mighty horsey
By Egyptian army and the Cairo poor
Morsi was a White House favorite
Now he’s gone and though they flavor it
As a nothing unforeseen the White House grieves
For their cutthroat Muslim raiders
And the Jew and Yankee haters
Tears for Morsi glisten brightly on their sleeves
Some of course are quite intended
Though they laughingly pretended
That Khaddafi was a looming deadly threat
Now he’s gone and fierce Jihadis
Roam the sand dunes and the wadis
Quite aware they’re in Obama’s iron clad debt
Syria was Barack’s baby
Stick a finger in there maybe
Never say which way that you may one day go
Now Iran and our friend Putin
Stuck not fingers but a boot in
And the Middle East aflame is set to blow

In the old movie Gaslight, Charles Boyer tried to drive Ingrid Bergman crazy by playing on her mind. Our government is playing on our minds by spying on us and assuring us they are not, even while they are recording every word we speak on the telephone, every word we text on our smartphones, every email we write or receive, everything we say on Facebook or Twitter, and I’m not so sure they’re not reading our thoughts. But not to worry, they say that even though they’re collecting it, they’re not listening to it or reading it. But if not, then why are they collecting it?

In total dark the dull red eyes
Crept up my arm and in my ear
They whispered soothing, soft spoke lies
Then told me they were never here
I lay in bed too scared to move
As tiny wolves licked at my toes
They smiled and said as if to prove
That all was well, that’s how it goes
My telephone will ring at night
I hear the breathing soft and still
The silent voices give me fright
I rise and then against my will
I call the FBI to say
That I will do what they may please
A dulcet tone says not today
So far you’ve only had the tease

Irving Berlin wrote God Bless America in 1918, and Kate Smith sang it on the radio for the first time sometime around 1940. It was a different country then, a fiercely patriotic country, where kids were taught in school that America was the greatest country on Earth. Today kids are told by Leftist professors and teachers that America is the cause of all evil, that if the United States disappeared there would be peace and plenty throughout the World. But we will survive the Left, and the Old Flag will still fly on the Fourth of July, and kids will one day again be taught that the United States is the greatest country on this great green Earth, and the last, best hope of mankind.

This Old Flag of thirteen bars
With its bright blue field of stars
Has seen bloody, fearsome scars
Has this Old Flag
It has flown in peace and war
Proudly carried to the fore
Children tutored in its lore
This Old Flag
Valley Forge to San Juan Hill
For Lafayette to Kaiser Bill
Over graves it’s flying still
This Old Flag
Tarawa, St Mere Eglise
Never conquest, always peace
May her glory never cease
This Old Flag

Irving Berlin wrote God Bless America in 1918, and Kate Smith sang it on the radio for the first time sometime around 1940. It was a different country then, a fiercely patriotic country, where kids were taught in school that America was the greatest country on Earth. Today kids are told by Leftist professors and teachers that America is the cause of all evil, that if the United States disappeared there would be peace and plenty throughout the World. But we will survive the Left, and the Old Flag will still fly on the Fourth of July, and kids will one day again be taught that the United States is the greatest country on this great green Earth, and the last, best hope of mankind.

This Old Flag of thirteen bars
With its bright blue field of stars
Has seen bloody, fearsome scars
Has this Old Flag
It has flown in peace and war
Proudly carried to the fore
Children tutored in its lore
This Old Flag
Valley Forge to San Juan Hill
For Lafayette to Kaiser Bill
Over graves it’s flying still
This Old Flag
Tarawa, St Mere Eglise
Never conquest, always peace
May her glory never cease
This Old Flag

Why do liberal progressives consider themselves the ruling elite, and why do they succeed in election after election despite the evidence they only succeed, inevitably and by degrees, in destroying the countries they run for their own benefit. I sought out a liberal progressive and by his nasal, whiny, fake British accent and his undisguised air of superiority, I saw that I had found my man. He was standing in the checkout line at Walmart, and I approached him tentatively, if not diffidently, with the intention of asking why it was he considered himself an elite individual. With nary a glance in my direction he withered me with his silence, broken, finally with but a single word.

“Conservative?” he said, aghast
Voice loaded with disdain
“I am the future, you the past
And we shall always reign
We know what’s best for you and yours
As we show every day
Elections come along by fours
And we win every way
We win by promising the proles
The substance of your gains
Thus guaranteeing that our roles
Are built upon your pains
Inflicting pain on such as you
Is just part of the fun
And why whatever you may do
You lose and we have won”
He gave the clerk a credit card
And in a lordly prance
He left me standing, staring hard
Without a backward glance
“He’s often here,” the checker smiled
“He lives just down the street
Soft spoke he is, with manner mild
And often rather sweet.”
“It’s folks like him,” I said at last
“Who run your life and mine
We’re heading for the cliff real fast
We’re in a steep decline!”
“Ah no,” she said with twinkling eye
“From him I got my phone
He gives me my share of the pie
I owe him all I own
I vote for him, that’s how it goes
His goodness knows no bounds
Without him I’m across the floes
And chased by hungry hounds.”

In a Republic, in a Democracy, the government rules by Trust. We the People vote into office people we trust to run the country on ethical lines, their actions restrained by the Constitution. Our fiat money is based entirely on trust in the government to maiantain the value of the currency, and that the full faith and credit of the United States has meaning. We trust the government to defend us, and we trust the IRS to tax us fairly and equally. We trust the government not to spy on us, not to create lists of those who disagree with it, and not to characterize those who disagree with it as enemies. The Obama administration has destroyed that trust, and has thus destroyed the only thing keeping us a country of laws and law abiders.

In God we trust, or so we say
It’s printed on our money
But have you noticed, by the way
That something sure seems funny
Our presidents once kept us free
Our interests were defended
But now we look around and see
Our enemies befriended
The trust we gave has turned to dust
To my old way of thinkin’
Obama’s thrown away that trust
He surely ain’t no Lincoln

President Obama has grandly declared the War On Terror over, and that we have won. No one, however, has told al Qaeda and the Taliban and the Iranians and the Pakistani and the North Koreans that the war is over, and they are undoubtedly having a good laugh at the very idea that the United States has won. President Obama, like some latter day Admiral Nelson, has a blind eye, and thus never sees enemies surrounding us, but only misunderstanding. One imagines Admiral of the Red Sir Barack Obama, a nimble man, rapidly climbing into the tops, telescope strapped to his blind eye. Seeing no enemy in sight, only clouds of white sails  and rolling black smoke as broadside after broadside lacerates the rigging around him, the Admiral slides effortlessly down a backstay , and gracefully reaching the heaving deck full of dead and wounded, declares the War of Misunderstanding over, and that he has won.

“With but a word, a smile or two”
He told the cheering men
“There’s now no enemy in view
And never will again
Misunderstandings cause us pain
Apologize we must
For causing friends to then maintain
That turning us to dust
Is but the only course they have
To answer Bush’s mess
And that is why I’m here to salve
Their feelings of distress
Pay no attention to those guns
Aimed at us even now
And never mind those ghastly runs
Of blood from stern to bow”
And as he spoke a mast gave way
And boarders climbed the rails
And bearded men carried the day
While ‘tween decks children wailed