The Western democracies, the United States included, have embarked on a long voyage of socialism that is now coming to its inevitable end. Governments throughout the world are now running out of money, mostly other people’s money, and are looking around for sources of wealth they can confiscate, because without money they cannot stay in power, and staying in power is the sine qua non of their existence. The government of Cyprus has already raided the bank accounts of depositors, and that’s the wave of the future. The Obama administration is already planning to get your money any way it can, believing, as it does, that you didn’t build your life, they did, and therefore anything you may have saved or earned belongs to them, including your IRA.

So listen now

You cashless cow

You didn’t build

What you were willed

By government

It’s we who sent

You all your wealth

And now your health

From birth to grave

And let you save

What you have earned

And now you’ve learned

Your IRA

Will help you pay

The debt you owe

For passing Go

Forbes reports that central banks throughout the world, in a frenzy of quantitative easing that makes Bernanke look like a financial conservative, plan to print trillions upon trillions of dollars, yen, euros and remimbis, by some calculations enough paper money, if laid end to end, to reach from here to oblivion.

Today they shook the money tree

And showered down the paper leaves

Upon the stony shoreline strewn

With tapestry of many weaves

The warp and woof of ages past

Of unrequited human toil

By generations now long gone

Released at last from lifelong moil

Now we, their progeny will find

That everything we need is free

And money lies in curbside drifts

The day they shook the money tree

We are told from birth that the future is illusive, imaginary, illusory. And so it is. How could it be otherwise? But if the future is illusive, it is also elusive.  Nor does it follow that an elusive and illusive future is the galactic norm. It may be that in some parts of the universe the past, present and future is known, for in an infinite universe everything, however odd or unlikely, is not only probable, but certain. And then of course another word with the same root is illusion. What if everything we think is real is an illusion? What if there is no such thing as time, no such thing as reality? If all is illusion, how could we tell? In what way would it be different from what we think we see and know?

If our futures are illusive

It’s no wonder they’re elusive

Making any such allusion

To the future an illusion

We live today in a country where we now have two leisure classes, those who are very rich and those who are very poor. The very rich leisure class is explainable; the very poor leisure class, who, without working, exist on welfare, food stamps, child support and other government subsidies, is explainable only as a government enterprise to create a beholden class of voters who understand their continued leisure depends on voting Democrat. It is truly said that at each end of the social scale is a leisure class

At top end of the social class

The leisured many get

To spend their lives flat on their ass

And live off others’ sweat

The poorest on the social scale

As well live lives of ease

Demanding goodies without fail

And never saying please

There are Black people speaking of race war, and the current Democratic Party agenda of dividing the country along class and race lines only generates more race war talk. Will it happen? Will there be a full out race war with bullets in this country? I don’t think so, but who knows. If there is, I know who will win. But maybe it wouldn’t come to that.  Maybe, if certain people had their little race war, white people would simply move to Canada. I spoke to one of my unborn great great grandchildren about this, and this is what he said:

Back in your day, grampop, he said

You thought that people wronged

By white folks had the right to say

Race was where he belonged

It gave them pride in who they were

Regardless of their parts

How good it seemed to you back then

To praise them for their smarts

But came the time no longer did

They think themselves as “We”

Instead they walled themselves inside

Their own ethnicity

And then, grampop, these non-white groups

Showed what we had in store

They captured all our cities and

Demanded more and more

They forced white people from their homes

With violence and crime

Until some white folks told themselves

It looks like it is time

Oh grampop what a sight that was

To Canada we went

We left the forty-eight behind

Took every last red cent

Took all the jobs and factories

The schools and all the rest

And then within a few short years

They were third world at best

Great poverty and violence

From Maine to Rio Grande

And when they begged us to come back

We said we’ve made our stand

And so, grampop, that’s where we are

I don’t know what they’ve proved

We could have had a war, but no

We simply upped and moved

North Korea has again threatened to nuke South Korea, and this time included the United States, saying they were going to nuke Austin, Texas. Why Austin I don’t know. Maybe Kim Jong Un doesn’t like Country music. Whatever, everyone seems to take the latest threats more seriously than previous threats, and even China is sending troops to the Yalu, apparently to handle the millions of impoverished North Koreans who would pour into China in the certain event of the demise of the crazy North Korean regime in Pyongyang at the hands of the South. Still, the North wouldn’t be a pushover; they apparently have a couple of working nukes and some diesel subs that could score a lucky hit on one of our carriers. Plus, and this is the scary part, what if the Chinese buildup on the northern border is not to stop refugees from coming across, but to back North Korea’s invasion of the South.

The time has come, the Walrus said

To think of many things

Of atom bombs and diesel subs

And Pyongyangs and Beijings

The Hermit Kingdom cut in two

Has festered sixty years

Ruled by the crazy family Kim

Who profit from our fears

The election of 2012 is an indication of where the country is heading. Any rational observer would have said, and did say, that the failing economy, high unemployment, gas prices, inflation and foreign policy bungling doomed Obama to a crushing defeat. It didn’t happen, and the reason why it didn’t happen is simple – the country is now governed by low information voters, people who do not read, do not think, and whose world extends from their front door to the end of their driveway. These people and their equally low information children are the political future of the United States. What information they get comes from television anchors who recite the Democrat talking points and call it news.

So what happens when low information voters

Whose fecundity insures that they survive

Become the source of narrative decoders

And spread their words of wisdom nightly live

When everyone is then low information

Who do they look to for their point of view

‘Twould seem the age of total obfuscation

Will be upon us in a year or two

John Kerry, our new Secretary of State, was in Qater (pronounced ‘Cutter’) recently, getting acquainted with one of our few remaining allies, and attempting to sort out the tangled thread of our policy in Syria, where al Qaeda and other Islamic terrorist organizations have been armed by the United States by arms shipments Obama cleverly sent through Qatar, among other states. John Kerry, of course, was never the sharpest creased Armani suit in the Senate, and it is clear Obama wanted a pliable hack to carry his messages, a task Kerry is fully capable of carrying out, so long as someone reminds him where it is he is supposed to go.

Big John Kerry he yells Whoa!

I think I should be in Doha

Which I do believe’s in Qatar

Where my pals once took a flutter

On a horse whose name was Assad

But who ran a race that’s as bad

As the one I ran windsurfing

Where my fastball it was nerfing

So I’m stuck here in the gutter

Just Obama’s hack in Qater

Rudyard Kipling characterized Russia as The Bear That Walks Like A Man. And of course he was right. Russia has never changed. From Ivan the Terrible through Catherine the Great through Stalin to the present day, Russia has played the game of Mediterranean politics in hopes of getting a warm water port, and today that elusive and illusory port is Cyprus. With the bank crisis looming, Russia has offered to bail out the Cyprus banks in return for access to Cyprus as a base for the Russian Mediterranean fleet, presently based in Syria, but possibly not for long. The bear is always on the alert for any advantage against its historical enemy, the West.

In silence walks the Russian bear

A smile upon his lips

A friendly wave, but he is there

Whenever your guard slips

A student at Florida Atlantic University was suspended for refusing to stomp on a piece of paper on which was written the word Jesus. Why was he instructed to stomp on a piece of paper containing the word Jesus? Because it was all part of a class called Cultural Competence, a course described as teaching students to be aware that others may be different from you, and you must respect this difference. In other words, Diversity rules, and if someone wants to stomp on Jesus that is his right, and you have no right to object. What has stomping on a piece of paper on which is written the word Jesus to do with a college education? Beats me, but that’s why kids go in hock for the rest of their lives – to get an education as valuable as this.

My competence was nearly wrecked

When some politically correct

And absurd notion knocked me to the ground

It seems the prof would have me stand

Barefoot on pictures of Ayn Rand

And later tell the class what I had found

I told them as professor smiled

That all the prejudices filed

Within the file drawers of my brain were gone

Discarded thrown out in the rain

Along with all the other sane

And antique notions men had held since dawn

Had broken on an empty world

Where wind and fine grained dust had swirled

And proto-humans not a one to see

Confess I did that I had been

Insensitive to those my kin

Who looked not like my parents nor like me

I groveled, cried and kicked my heels

And cried I know now how it feels

To be left out because my skin is white

Oppressed by every PC prof

Who never miss a chance to doff

A cap to those whose racism is right

I put my shoes back on and stood

Erect and proud as free men should

Picked up the picture of the sainted Rand

And told the prof and all his class

That they could kiss my bloomin’ ass

It’s time that sane and free men take a stand