Waltradamus has seen his reflection in the Mall wishing well, and now knows what will happen in 2013.

MALI

Will the French go into Mali?

One can only think what folly

It is Indochine without a mountain view

But the Frenchmen they will rally

In some Atlas Mountain valley

And will hope it’s not again Dien Bien Phu

FINANCIAL CLIFF

Had the cliff been any higher

We’d have gone from pot to fryer

But the landing was as soft as it could be

The economy was roaring

With Obama’s rating soaring

And the only drawback we’re no longer free

EURO CRISIS

Yes the Euro is in crisis

And the rolling of the dice is

All that’s left for them to try to stave off gloom

If the Germans close the spigot

And if Merkel tells them friggit

Then there’s nothing left to save them from their doom

2013

2013 will be over

In twelve months of rolling clover

And we’ll all be happy that Obama won

With inflation we’re all wealthy

With ObamaCare we’re healthy

Nonetheless I’m glad I went and bought that gun

Well, we survived the Mayan calendar crisis, and it’s time, now that we are in the New Year, to look back on the Maya and their calendar and the just past Christmas season. A gentle reader named Christine sent the following the day after the end of the world:

Me-oh Maya
What a liah!
Said it was the end
(not true)
Next day dawning
Stretching, yawning
Predictions on the mend
(not new)
Fears abating
Folks awaiting
Disaster round the bend
(to rue)
Love a crisis
Fake suffices
Convictions we defend
(no clue)

To which I responded:

‘Twas the day after Maya

And all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

‘Cept me and my mouse

Just surfing the web

To see if we survived

And when I saw Drudge

I cheered and high fived

I never did think

That the Maya were right

Although I confess

‘Twas a long sleepless night

But when the next morn

Dawned clear, crisp and dry

The Maya I cursed

I had presents to buy

For Christmas was due

And on schedule arrived

And discovered ’twas Christmas

That no one survived

Be back in January.  See you then.

Christmas day:  a day that says that most of the problems of the world could be solved with one word: LOVE

Christmas is children and family and friends

And love that is shared the year ‘round

The circle complete, for the love never ends

In children and family it’s found

We gather today ‘neath the trimmed Christmas tree

To honor the One who was born

On that day long ago that the world longed to see

A world that was sore and forlorn

The love that we give to our family and friends

Surrounds us like heavenly mist

That circles the globe and to heaven ascends

For love is what angels have kissed

Christmas Eve. Two thousand years ago, at a time of war and strife and moral civilizational collapse, a child was born. But war and strife and moral collapse are endemic. Is it possible there has been more than one child? Is it possible we are ready for another?

At dusk, the wood in bold relief

A tiny fire breaks the night

Keeping warm a newborn son

His face seen dimly in the light

What wonders will you see, my son

His father asked the sleeping child

What will befall us, you and I

With all about us cruel and wild

I pray the gods will keep us safe

I pray that one day peace will come

And strangers will not take our lives

With happiness for all, not some

And yet in dreams I see a world

A distant land that eons hence

Will trust in nothing but itself

And scorn the thought of innocence

A brave new world my vision sees

Where life is nothing at its core

Where hollow men toil not at all

And satisfaction cries for more

I see a world of death, my son

Where babies are discarded live

Where dawn and dusk are not observed

And life is lived from nine to five

I do not like these dreams, I fear

That they are portents of what will

Be fashioned of our golden land

And yet I feel there is time still

To right the path, to chart the course

It takes but one to give the nod

To take the reins and by his will

Return the people to their God

The fire’s low, the night has come

And with the night the beast comes near

But I am with you, standing guard

Sleep soundly son, your Father’s here

The Obama White House is staffed with a variety of Marxists, including the community organizer himself. Was it not Anita Dunn, Obama’s communications director, who gushed that Chairman Mao, the Communist dictator of China, a man whose orders resulted in the murder of some sixty million people, was her favorite philosopher? Was it not reported that a portrait of Mao graced the Obama White House Christmas tree? Is the New York Times not Pravda? Do bears…..

There’s maximum and minimum

In everything in life

A woman takes a husband

And a man must take a wife

And then there is religion

Some think idols are just cool

But others think that monsters

Are so cute when they are cruel

So they worship at the altar

Of the Stalins and the Maos

And believe the ends of justice

Blur the means and trump the hows

Susan Rice and Valerie Jarrett

And Samantha Power too

They have gathered ‘round the cauldron

And prepared a bitter stew

Yes the witches have left Endor

And reside among us here

In the Red Obama White House

But then what have we to fear

For the Constitution saves us

From the likes of such as they

While Obama smiles and says that

That was some election day

Darkness is falling over the once great land of the free. The subservient clients of the Democratic party have spoken in favor of handouts and oppression, of the triumph of the victims. Tracking devices in cars, listening devices in public buses, data mining and surveillance. Next will come Party members in every block reporting on subversive activity by his neighbors, and midnight knocks on the door by Obama Greenshirts. The electoral system has failed, fallen to massive fraud and victim envy. All hail to Caesar, and may God have mercy on our souls.

Obama re-elected Rex

No more the sacred Roman Lex

No more a castle is the home

DC now like the Nero Rome

With purple togas now for sale

The rest of us beyond the Pale

Our Caesar rules by Diktat now

He cares not if the Congress scowl

A New World Order he will bring

Beginning with the Arab Spring

An Order where you will be tracked

Technology that Nero lacked

Re-education camps for all

Who dare to read the words of Paul

He wears a crown of leaves of Larch

And worries not of Ides of March

After World War2 Holland, out of compassion and sense of obligation, invited Muslims from Indonesia, formerly the Dutch East Indies, into their country, and immediately had to deal with Muslim attempts to subvert the Dutch culture and government. Malmo, the second largest city in Sweden, is now effectively a Muslim city, where the law of Sweden does not apply. The city of Hamburg has just given its Muslim population rights no other citizen of Germany has. The declining native white birth rate throughout Europe, if maintained, guarantees a Muslim Europe in two or three generations. There is still time, but is there the will to reverse the slide to national extinction?

Before things get better

They always get worse

The age of compassion

Has been a great curse

To help third world Muslims

By bringing them in

Resulted in what they

Have just always have been

The age of compassion

Has run its cruel course

The first world is stuck now

We’ll never use force

To send them all back to

Wherever they came

We’re losing our countries

And we are to blame

It’s not just in Holland

It’s now everywhere

The first world is losing

And none seem to care

Tomorrow, December 21st, the Winter Solstice, is the end of the world according to the Mayan calendar, at least as some have interpreted it. The date is given, but not the how. Will we be hit by a giant asteroid? Will the Earth suddenly stop spinning and everything fly off into space? No one knows. In Russia and China people are stocking up on candles because they say December 21 will be the start of three consecutive days and nights of darkness. Pretty small potatoes compared to the extinction of all life. If tomorrow is the last day for all of us, then I better get my Verse-afire post up early.

The gods will say “Hiya!”

According to Maya

Whose calendar tells us the tale

Of when the world’s ending

The date it is pending

And ends with a sigh not a wail

But there’s a distinction

Between mass extinction

And darkness three nights in a row

And while I can handle

Dim light from a candle

I much prefer bright light to low

But then just consider

How sad and quite bitter

We’d be if an asteroid struck

I wouldn’t be lyin’

Catastrophe Mayan

Would just be my kind of bad luck

Watching a pair of grey squirrels gambol through the unleaved trees this morning, I was struck by how like our government those squirrels were. Racing out on the slimmest of limbs, then leaping into the air and grabbing onto an even slimmer limb, all apparently blissfully unaware of the thirty foot drop to the ground below. The only difference I could see between the squirrels and our government is that the squirrels were gamboling with their lives and our government is gambling with ours.

The White House thinks squirrels

Are why the Earth whirls

While Congress says fish are to blame

That leaping from limbs

And circular swims

Are cause of Earth’s rotating game

So what must we think

Of this vast missing link

Who live at taxpayer’s expense

I speak of the crowd

For crying out loud

Who govern though lacking in sense

The White House contains

The shredded remains

Of policies stupid and dumb

And Congress of course

Has less sense than a horse

If they had any pulse they’d be numb

The bureaucracies too

Just may have a few

Dim bulbs lesser minds see as pearls

Yes the folks we elect

Are so far from select

That we’re better off governed by squirrels

Unlike squirrels when they leap

They close eyes as in sleep

And that’s how our government works

White House leaps from the limbs

Congress goes for long swims

With the difference that squirrels get no perks