The Obama administration desperately wants to keep word of what happened at the Benghazi consulate from reaching the ears of the American public. The latest tactic in the cover up is the refusal of Secretary of State Hillary Clinton to tell Congress what she undoubtedly knows. And the reason she advances for being unable to appear before Congress is because she fainted and hit her head and suffered a concussion. How convenient. Something was going on in the building in Benghazi, and it wasn’t processing visas. Something was going on that the administration desperately wants to keep quiet. Why else would they have persisted in the absurd story that a mob set the consulate on fire and killed four Americans including the Ambassador to Libya because they disapproved of a homemade video that nobody saw? What was going on in that building? Why did it take the FBI over a week to enter the smoking ruins? What needed to be cleaned up before they got there? Gun running to Syrian Islamic terrorists? Al Qaeda maybe?

A fainting spell

She is not well

And so she cannot speak to

Congress because

Here let us pause

She truly is too weak to

So now we know

She cannot show

And now she feels so badly

It’s just a shame

Her health’s to blame

If not she’d do so gladly

But we shall learn

The world will turn

And years will fly by quickly

The facts will out

There is no doubt

But right now she is sickly

There are reports the Obama administration has put US ground troops on the Syrian border. One presumes the Iraq border, though Turkey might be an option, despite Erdogan and the Turkish leadership being Sharia law Israel hating Islamists who refused to allow our Fourth Infantry division to transit Turkish territory in the 2003 Iraq war, thus prolonging the war and costing American lives. Still, Barack is president now, and perhaps that is enough to quiet Islamist sensibilities. Wherever they are, if they are committed to Syria, we will find everybody on the ground there an enemy, including not only the Syrian army but the rebels Obama wants to win, as well as the rebels Obama does not want to win. Our guys will be fired at from all sides, and with the Obama administration’s rules of engagement will not be permitted to shoot back for fear of hitting somebody. The similarities to Viet Nam are striking. If our guys are committed we will have another Viet Nam, with no guarantee we won’t be taking casualties for another ten years.

Yes the similars are easy

Though the opposites attract

And there is no Gulf of Tonkin

Though the time scale does protract

When the combat boots hit shoreline

There is cheering and great show

Of the patriotic spirit

And the cry “The Hue to go!”

Ho Chi Minh is dead and buried

General Giap has hung ‘em up

And we haven’t fought Achilles

Since old Hector was a pup

In the Nam we knew we’re fighting

Little guys from way up north

And at times guys in pajamas

Laid ambushes and so forth

So if we put boots in Syria

We’d have the whole bunch to fight

And the killing Yank soldiers

Gives them all such great delight

I can see Obama order

All our guys to hunker down

Way out in the wilder boodnocks

Far from villages and town

Put them in the Bekaa Valley

From the hills there’s quite a view

And he’ll re-enact the drama

Of the French at Dien BienPhu

The Onion, a US magazine given to satire and practical jokes, published an article declaring that the fat, jowly, dour dictator of North Korea, Kim Jon Un, was the sexiest man on Earth. The Chinese and North Koreans picked this up, and not understanding the nature of the Onion, believed it, and praised the Onion and Kim for the honor. One wonders why a North Korean magazine didn’t honor the little fat guy before this? They don’t have much time. Famine once again stalks the glorious Communist country of North Korea, and this time the Army is going hungry. And the army has guns.

A magazine calls Kim Jong Un

The hottest man on Earth

Or so says NKs famed Un Yun

Which never deals in mirth

Whose latest issue’s cover shows

Young Kim in all his glory

Surrounded by his fawns and does

But that’s another story

And still another story line

The Un Yun doesn’t mention

Insist they must that all is fine

Or face lifetime detention

But showing now are regime cracks

As hungry men are arming

And cries get Un off of our backs

Grow more and more alarming

The Un Yun though, like US chums

Still kiss the man in power

And glory in their ill gained crumbs

Despite the late late hour

China, which survived the Japanese in WW2 only to be submerged in the Communist wave shortly thereafter, is stirring the somnolent Japanese into an action the Japanese public does not want to do, namely re-arm. With the American umbrella gone, the Japanese find themselves alone against a resurgent China. And so they build the ships again, only this time without the pagoda mast.

Was it just in the past

That the pagoda mast

Saw the dawn in the South China Sea

When the fierce IJN

Ruled the waves now and then

Heavy cruisers and fast sleek DD

Yes the bright Rising Sun

Snapping proud on the run

From Rabaul all the way to the Slot

Where so many then found

The name Iron Bottom Sound

Was for them a cold watery plot

Now the band plays again

The renamed IJN

May return to the South China Sea

Modern ships sleek and fast

Sans the pagoda mast

With an ancient foe off to the lee

For every action there is an opposite and equal reaction. This is an old wives tale that applies only when the subject of the action reacts, which the Obama administration seems incapable of. China is stirring, using its new found muscle to intimidate its neighbors, demanding rights to islands and minerals claimed by others, notably Japan and the Philippines. The Philippines has a handful of old American Coast Guard cutters, but the Japanese are another matter. The Japanese, recognizing that the American umbrella has been folded and put in the closet by Obama, now know they must re-arm, and that means the creation of a new Imperial Japanese Navy.

When China stirs ever so slight

Their neighbors look around in fright

To see if someone strong is standing by

And heretofore a strong man stood

Prepared to do the things that would

Dissuade the Chinese and they did not try

For in the distance they could see

That big gray ships kept others free

And so the region kept a wary peace

But now the big gray ships are gone

The sun sees now an empty dawn

And China sees its plans have a new lease

And so the Japanese must arm

And put their ships in way of harm

And gather little folks under their wing

Who looking ‘round in wonder hear

The East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere

Is back as though the war meant not a thing

Sticks and stones led to clubs, clubs led to spears, spears led to bows, bows led to gunpowder, and gunpowder led to the Manhattan Project. And so it goes. At every step the carnage grew. At every step man comes closer to returning to sticks and stones.

Chivalry is dead, the embattled man cried

Leaning heavy against his stout horse

Dead and buried beneath the sharp incoming tide

Dead beneath the foul uncaring gorse!

He paused to take breath then resumed his sad tale

Edged weapons are things of the past

A man is now had for a two penny sale

And good chaps like I cannot last

I’ve killed men in battle but never in spite

‘Twas always but simply our way

To fight true and fair is the code of the knight

To think I should see such a day

As seen on this ground, a changed thing to amaze

And good men lay dead where they stand

As unseen projectiles are now the new craze

With men like I swept from the land

He sobbed in despair as he saw in his pain

A future where noblemen died

At the hands of the rabble both dirty and plain

Then he hefted his sword and he sighed

‘Tis over, my friend, in a world that’s gone daft

With everything worthy laid low

While I who spent years in perfecting my craft

Am slain by a man with a bow

One of the lessons of the past election is that half the country is now on the gravy train, and they voted to keep the train running. And it is running, running straight for the washed out bridge and into the gorge where all socialist gravy trains wind up.

The roadbed crew laid down the stones

The ties set down and square

The gandy dancers drove the spikes

The rails lay straight and fair

Behind the crews the engines sat

Their boilers banked and low

Each carriage filled with screaming folk

Enraged the pace was slow

The rails crept forward, gathering speed

Across the fruited plain

And at each stop more people climbed

Aboard the gravy train

The Obama administration has again demonstrated its complete mastery of the art of foreign policy by the way in which they tasked Qatar to be the middle man in the brilliant scheme to arm the Syrian rebels without Obama’s fingerprints being on the venture. The administration has run into the same problem it seems to always run into, the bedeviling problem of unintended consequences. Qatar has quietly sent US arms, intended for the Syrian rebels determined by Obama as being more or less friendly, to al Qaeda and other radical Muslim jihadists. The administration, of course, has expressed outrage, but is it sincere outrage? Is the arming of al Qaeda truly an unintended consequence, or was that the intended consequence from the beginning? Is this a case of unintended intended or intended unintended?

Obama basks in compliments

As an unintended consequence

Sees arms and ammo given to wrong guys

But who says they’re unintended

When so easily pretended

And when found out can evince such great surprise

So when guns go to jihadis

Just perhaps it was the Mahdi’s

Guys Obama had in mind the whole darn while

From behind the man is leading

And it seems he is succeeding

And the unintended consequence his style

Will Assad use chemical weapons? Will Assad leave quietly as Obama has demanded? Can Assad leave at all? The ruling Alawite ruling class, a minority in Syria, understand full well that if Assad leaves they will be slaughtered, and so it is in their interest to see that Assad stays in power, and they will do anything to keep him in power.

If you wish you can surely then threaten a

Guy who has studied the retina

And his pupils who think

If Assad dares to blink

That they a thick noose will be getting’ a

The eye of the god on papyrus

Shows that Horus had quite a large iris

With the falcon god gone

Down the hill with the dawn

Assad cries we won’t quit till they fire us

A bunch of hackers who call themselves Anonymous have released secret emails revealing that Iran and Syria are supplying weapons made in Belarus and Ukraine to the Palestinian terror organization Hamas. But didn’t the recent cease fire signed by Hamas and Israel specifically call for Egypt to see that no such weapons are supplied to Hamas? Of course it did, but anyone who thought this would be honored by Egypt, Syria, Hamas or anyone else also believes Unicorns live in lairs. What are we to make of this? Well, for one thing, nothing is secret once delivered into the ethereal void via email or twitter or anything else.

Do unicorns really have lairs?

Are stallions horned but not the mares?

When boarding arks, they go in pairs?

The answers are not known

Are emails secret and secure?

As secret as behind closed door?

Does anybody know for sure?

Anonymous has shown

That secrets are things of the past

When emails to the winds are cast

That everything is known real fast

And then your cover’s blown

The universe is surely queer

What e’re you say someone will hear

So whisper secrets close and near

Not email or the phone