The Federal Reserve is printing money faster than Obama can spend it, and the government has rigged the reporting and accounting systems in such a way as the reported rate of inflation is kept absurdly low.  They do this by not including gasoline and food in the market basket used to calculate the rate of inflation, and since the price of anvils has remained remarkably steady, the inflation rate is tolerable, even though fifty dollars now buys a very small bag of groceries and won’t get you a fill-up at the gas station. So remember, the next time you hear or read or see that the rate of inflation is low, don’t believe it, it’s a lie. Or as the most transparent administration on record would no doubt put it, it’s a transparent lie. And if Obama has his way, we’ll have hyper inflation, and a hundred dollar bill will buy you a piece of gum.

About a thousand years ago

The Chinese won the race

To change the way that money worked

And ultimately face

The fact that paper money would

In no time take the place

Of metal coinage and thereby

The currency debase

The Chinese printed theirs on silk

While others paper used

At first gold backed by one to one

Then gradually diffused

As governments soon realized

That people didn’t care

If gold or silver backed the scrip

So long’s they got their share

And so we’ve come full circle where

If anything gets sold

The buyer has to come up with

A shiny coin of gold

Our new political class is characterized by its perversion, corruption and incompetence. Take the charges by underage Dominican Republic prostitutes that Senator Robert Menendez, D-NJ, routinely flew to the Dominican for their company. It may be the girls were not underage by Dominican law, where prostitution is legal, but does that matter? Of course it doesn’t, not in any moral sense. An underage girl is an underage girl. But will any of this matter to the career and lifestyle of Senator Robert Menendez, D-NJ? It will not, because he belongs to the right political party, a political party where perversion is the norm.

If upfront with your perversion

You don’t need a fake conversion

You can play with teenage girls just as you choose

Or with boys if that’s your fancy

‘Cause you’re proud to be a nancy

And you start the party off with bootleg booze

Things are swell the laughs are hearty

All because you’re in the party

That does not pretend to be what they are not

Everyone just laughs and says he’s

Just himself and if he does please

More than one girl at a time well then so what

If you’re Dem then nothing matters

Reputations hang in tatters

You are re-elected and you spend and tax

Take the money kiss the honey

There is nothing that’s more funny

Than Republicans who cannot face the facts

Former Senator Chuck Hagel, a breathtakingly incompetent man, has been selected to be our next Secretary of Defense, confirming us in our belief that Obama wants above all to destroy the military of the United States, along with destroying the economy. But Hagel isn’t the only incompetent Obama has placed in high position. Hillary Clinton as Secretary of State is one of many. And it isn’t only the administration. The Democrat Senate has just seated Robert Menendez of NJ as the chairman of the powerful Senate Foreign Relations committee, despite his fondness for underage Dominican Republic prostitutes, and his involvement with a wealthy Florida doctor who gave much money to the Menendez campaign in return for Menendez’s help in getting a billion dollar port security contract from the government of the Dominican Republic. There are no consequences any more for being incompetent or for being corrupt, so long as you belong to the right political party. It can now be truly said that the federal government is indeed the chains that bind us.

No consequence

No wan suspense

They’re safe upon the ladder

Incompetence

Or smug pretense

They know it doesn’t matter

We won they smirk

Now get to work

You know we are your betters

So don’t complain

About your pain

You’ll love your brand new fetters

For some sixty years the Democrats have been trying to destroy the best health care system the world has ever seen, and they finally succeeded , albeit with subterfuge and vote buying among the Dem Senators. The final bill passed, and Obamacare was the law of the land, despite a very substantial majority of the American people who did not want it. No one really knew what was in the bill, but the Democrats knew what they wanted, and they got it, which was a vehicle for the destruction of the private insurance companies, and the forcing of the American people, against their will, into a European style single payer system, a system that has shown it can only stay in business by rationing care, by substandard health care in the national hospitals, and the inevitable death panels where bureaucrats decide if you live or die, depending upon your age and value to the state. 1984 got here a little late, but it got here, thanks to Barack Hussein Obama. And when Blue Cross and Blue Shield are gone, we will all be singing that old folk song, Old Blue.

Had an old dog, and his name was Blue

When I got sick he knew what to do

Paid my bills and the doctor too

Old Blue

Obama come, and he come on a run

Said Old Blue, your days are done

Old Blue

Old Blue died, and he died mighty hard

None could afford his old plastic card

Blue, Blue, Old Blue

When I get to heaven I know what I’ll do

I’ll get on the horn and I’ll call Old Blue

Blue, Blue, Old Blue

The coming war for Andalus will be savage and unrelenting.  Unopposed, the Muslim grows strong, confident of victory. Many in Europe will welcome the invader from inside, seeing little difference in what will seem to them to be simply a change of one religious superstition for another. But it will be more than that, and there will be those Europeans who remember what it meant to be master in the lands of their ancestors, and they will resist, and it will not be settled by negotiation; it will be settled only by savage force of arms. Islam will come to understand what western soldiers are made of, regardless of what kind of hat or helmet they wore. And if it takes western civilians with no hats or helmets to drive the Muslims into the sea, or kill them all, then it will be done. And it will come to this, my friend, it will come to this because of western fecklessness in the face of Islamic terror and killing, in the face of unfettered Islamic immigration that will one day, with the vote, turn Europe into the Islamic state of Andalus.

My hat it has three corners

A cockade red and blue

Brown Bess to make some mourners

Replacing bows of yew

With kepi regulation

And rifled musket bore

We conquered us a nation

And evened up the score

My hat now had no corners

‘Twas sleek and painted steel

Yet many more were mourners

Who heard the bell’s sad peal

No hats now as our brothers

Take arms to save their land

To save their wives and mothers

Kill all the crescent band

No quarter will be given

No quarter then received

The landscape red and riven

Survivors not yet grieved

My hat it had three corners

A cockade green and red

And yes I made them mourners

And weeping for their dead

There are self serving stories in the lapdog press that the Obama administration is changing its foreign policy course as a result of lessons learned from the attack on the American consulate in Benghazi. Are we to take this seriously? Are we to believe the Obama administration has taken the lesson of Benghazi to heart, drawn the proper conclusions, and are now prepared to draw up a serious foreign policy that serves the interests of the United States? Seriously? The only logical explanation for the administration’s actions after Benghazi is that the consulate was a CIA clandestine operation.

To say that they are serious

Is to seriously weary us

They have no interests but their own to serve

Giving guns to Muslim killers

Is to them just stocking fillers

So to say Benghazi caused them all to swerve

Is to say their stripes have changed and

All their goals are rearranged and

They are looking out for us from now on in

They still sing the same old song here

Nothing new just move along here

‘Cause the policy is what it’s always been

Well, the Super Bowl is over and the Ravens won, but in a very real sense we all lost something a few days earlier. Forty-niners cornerback Chris Culliver will begin sensitivity training and education immediately after the Super Bowl because to a question he answered that he would be uncomfortable with a gay player in the locker room. A chastened Culliver now understands his words were hurtful, and is eager to learn more about homosexuality. All well and good, but does anyone but me feel the cold hand of totalitarianism in this? Re-education camps were a favorite of the Soviet communists for those who thought or spoke unkindly of the Soviet state or its leaders. Have we come so far down the road to fascism that an American citizen can no longer state his true feelings about something without being sentenced to sensitivity training by those who think he should not have said it? I’m glad I lived when I did, when this was still a free country, and freedom of speech did not mean freedom to say what you thought except if a favored minority or victim group objected. When asked what he thought of the re-education camp he said,

The camp’s not bad, the food’s all right

I don’t mind that I’m up all night

Just learning how to know how someone feels

And writing down those words that hurt

And trying not to be so curt

When thinking what I’ve done my mind just reels

To think that I once had a thought

About a group I hadn’t ought

To say aloud what I so truly felt

The punishment does fit the crime

My words have hurt, I’ll do the time

And I accept whatever I’ve been dealt

For words are poison I know now

And hurtful but now I know how

To think in ways that those I’ve hurt can teach

The Bill Of Rights was long ago

And out of date and this will show

We celebrate the death of our free speech

Fifteen year old Hadiya Pendleton was standing under a tree in a park in Chicago with some friends to get out of the rain when a man jumped the fence and started shooting at some gang members who were also under the tree. Miss Pendleton was killed. The usual outrage ensued, but of course nothing will be done, because no one is ever accountable these days, it’s always the fault of the system, or society. Chicago has about 600 homicides every year, almost all gang related, yet nothing is done about the gangs, because gangs are only a symptom of the breakdown of civility or something. How about rounding up the gang members, taking away their guns, and putting them in the hoosegow? But of course that wouldn’t do. Killers have rights too, you know.

I’m a little girl who’s lost in the wood

I know I should

To stay in the hood

Have someone watch over me

Chicago town is where I reside

And though we take pride

In the number who’ve died

Have someone watch over me

There’s a teenage boy who’s havin’ some fun

Look at him run

Forgot his gun

No one will watch over me

The jerry-built structure that is the Obama foreign policy is crumbling before our very eyes. The sturdy oaken post war, cold war policies of every president from Truman through George W. Bush have been turned inside out by Obama. Strength has been replaced by weakness, allegiance to allies replaced with allegiance to our enemies  Allowing our sturdy oaken positions to be eaten by termites is the hallmark of the Obama administration, leading some to call Obama the anti-creosote president. Creosote, a coal tar distillate, is used to preserve wood; and it is also a bush found in the Southwest, like Texas.

It spreads itself, this distillate

On woody fibers fair

Preserving them from earth and rain

And taking every care

To see that termites do not stay

To taste of wood’s delights

And which is why our president

Spends all his White House nights

Removing all the creosote

From all the oaken planks

Laid down by Truman and the rest

Without so much as thanks

For keeping home and country safe

For all these many years

And when he’s done he’ll smile and say

I am your greatest fears

Barack Obama claims direct descent from Lincoln and Reagan, and now an essay in the New Republic claims Obama’s foreign policy is based on Rumsfeld’s small footprint model. This is nonsense; Obama patterns himself not after Lincoln, Reagan or Rumsfeld, but after God. There has never been, nor will ever there be again, such a one as Obama.

O worshipped one

How beautiful thy eyes

How wonderful thy words

A magnificence of works

Surrounds thy smile

While Triumph dances to thy voice

Beseeching, we kneel in reverence

Knowing that the light of a thousand stars

Can never dim thy glory

O worshipped one

Believe in us who worship thee

And free thy brothers and sisters

From the drudgery of our lives

Maketh the sun to shine and the earth to glow

In the goodness we see in your heart

Amen