Hamas rains death upon Israeli civilians, Israel responds and the Arabs are outraged at the Israel response, with Egypt threatening all sorts of retaliation. In the meantime, the Center for American Progress, a radical lefty think tank, demands that the US send wheat to a starving Egypt now run by the Muslim Brotherhood, a terrorist organization. I spoke to a member of the Center for American Progress the other day, and he explained why it is important that we feed hungry Muslim terrorist freedom fighters.

He admitted it’s not all our fault

And said something’s wrong with the gestalt

It’s the Right do you see

And the House GOP

All now wanting to follow John Galt

There are desperate people in lands

Where the Right simply washes its hands

Just because there are guys

Who would cut out our eyes

And who join up with al Qaeda bands

Then of course we must never forget

That enemies are friends not yet met

So let’s get on the side

Of the swift moving tide

It’s the winners on whom we must bet

But for now their economy stinks

Which is why if the USA blinks

And Israelis prevail

They will put all in jail

And no doubt they will blow up the Sphinx

For the world’s sake Israeli must go

They’re the cause of all trouble and so

We must give Egypt wheat

Till they’re back on their feet

Thus allowing their hatred to grow

I then asked him if murdering Jews

Had of late somewhat challenged his views

That he seemed to hold dear

And he said let’s be clear

It’s Israelis who kill that’s not news

As he walked away humming a tune

It was clear that the reckoning’s soon

For it’s thinking like this

Driving toward the abyss

Armageddon is climbing the dune

It is reliably reported that Obama will appoint the current Ambassador to the UN, Susan Rice, to be Secretary of State, replacing Hillary Clinton. With Obama re-elected, he now can turn to fulfilling his sainted mother’s oft spoken wish, whispered in baby Barry’s tender ear, that the United States in its present form be destroyed and transformed into something wonderful, a land of compassion and fairness, where all may live in peace and harmony, unfettered by partisan rife. The appointment of the fiercely Red Susan Rice is the first step in that transformation, and we shall soon see three hard left Justices of the Supreme Court, and the picture of Mao again proudly displayed on the White House Christmas tree.

There’s brown rice and white rice

And now we have Red Rice

To man the worn tiller at State

Her main predilection

Will be the direction

And left is her outstanding trait

Expect that Obama

Will listen to mama

And work for the country’s demise

With Rice now in charge

The ship sails by and large

With fair winds for the Lefty prize

The White House now Red

In time ‘twill be said

That freedom is now in the past

His hand on the knife

The President for Life

Just laughs and says things never last

Maybe the Petraeus affair has given Obama the casus belli he needs to remove the CIA from its position of power. Who knows, maybe that’s what he meant when he told Putin he’d be more flexible after the election. Maybe this is just the opening gambit, and Petraeus is pawn to King four.

This General Petraeus

Will surely betray us

The president said with a frown

A straight shooting guy

He surely won’t lie

And so we will just take him down

A voice said, but Sir

I’m sure you’ll concur

The emails from women he’s scorned

Will make him obey

And do what you say

Or wish he had never been borned

Nice thinking, O said

He’ll wish he was dead

Because I have something in mind

Petraeus has smarts

But those lady parts

Are often delights but unkind

We work well with fibs

Just ask Robert Gibbs

Petraeus will back up our play

The public will know

Benghazi will show

Incompetence at CIA

Petraeus a pawn

The Agency gone

And while I’m in Russia I’ll see

If Putin, my friend

Will happily lend

Us hands from the NKVD

Republicans are just too nice to be an actual opposition party, you know, a party that actually opposes something. The attitude of the congressional Republicans is that Obama won, and now it’s up to them to compromise and get things done, no matter that the things Obama wants done are harmful to the country. As Shakespeare put it, To be or not to be, that is the question. To be principled and fight, or not to be principled, but conciliatory, and not fight. To be or not to be.

To be or not to be, the stage voice booms out

As Boehner and Romney nod off

The curtain comes down to applause and a shout

While nearby a patron will cough

But Boehner and Romney sit fast in their seats

The audience files for the door

The play is now over, the playwright’s deceits

Now history forever more

The theater now empty and totally dark

Mitt Romney will finally stir

And wake Boehner up with a commanding bark

Demanding to know where they were

They try to get out but the exits are locked

The batteries on cell phones too low

As Democrats giggle the two men are mocked

As being too late and too slow

For to be or not, as the Bard often said

Are questions a man has to see

The question the GOP faces with dread

And always they choose not to be

The forces of Marxist darkness have won the election. The people of the United States have rejected the history and greatness of their country for the proverbial mess of pottage. Incompetence on the part of the president, or worse, did not matter. Unemployment, rising and unsustainable debt, it didn’t matter. The man behind the curtain promised the people free government cheese, and they gladly took it. The election is over and the people in their wisdom rejected freedom and chose free stuff from the glib, smooth talking con man. And now comes the darkness, as an Obama  second term takes the country deep into the morass of Marxist socialism, following in the doomed footsteps of our cousins in Europe. The light of the Renaissance and the Enlightenment is going out, possibly never to return.

Soft twilight drifts slowly obscuring our minds

Beclouding perceptions and vision

Deceiving us with an illusion that blinds

Our power to see with precision

We walk toward the sun setting low in the West

Not knowing the pathway is ending

Believing in those who say they know what’s best

And that is more taxing and spending

And getting elected with fraudulent votes

And watching the world go to Hades

While culture wars rage and the president dotes

On his Marxist advisory ladies

The twilight is gone and the dark night arrives

And with it the wolves and the terror

As through all the villages men with long knives

Erase all whose thinking’s in error

And midst all of this comes a flash in the night

A thousandfold suns in the distance

As darkness returns with the absence of light

It seems there will be no resistance

The country that once was the hope of the world

Was now in the hands of our betters

Who ordered our flags to be tight cased and furled

And responded to blows with sharp letters

And now at the end of our walk in the dark

Near the end of our noble endeavor

We sit on a bench in the once lovely park

Well knowing it’s all gone forever

The Republican party is much too polite. In 1960 there was indisputable proof that the election was stolen in Illinois, in Chicago, but Nixon said he would not challenge the verdict because the United States was not a banana republic. Yet such concern for the good name of the United States did not deter Al Gore in 2000 from challenging the verdict, and in fact attempted to steal the election by having a recount only in Democrat counties in Florida and by seeing to it that military ballots were not counted. A few years ago the Governorship of Washington state was stolen in a recount, as well as the Senate seat in Minnesota that was stolen for Al Franken, both engineered by the same guy in recounts that found just enough Democrat ballots in the desk drawers and car trunks of Democrat party operatives. I do not expect the current Republican party honchos in the Congress to show much spine, since their mindset is to go along to get along. I fully expect Obama to accept their limp handshakes and do as he will, all without hindrance. But that doesn’t say we are helpless to avert the coming catastrophe. We still have the Second Amendment.

What can we all say of the peace loving band

Who smile as they accept defeat

Who say good show chap and extend a limp hand

To those they know full well did cheat

By finding new ballots in desks and in drawers

And who rigged the vote in the past

They know how to cheat and know how to win wars

We know that this won’t be the last

Fight fire with fire, and go toe to toe

Show spine and your fortunes will change

They aren’t your friends they’re implacable foe

Buy guns and get down to the range

Stiff upper lips are all right, hang in there for four years and get ‘em next time is all right, but it is not the next four years that concerns me, it’s the next forty years. I won’t be around to see it, but my grandchildren will, and it concerns me greatly, even frightens me when I think of what the country will be in forty years. Forty years seems a long time when looking up at it, but when looking back, forty years is the Nixon landslide of 1972, when I was in my forties. So it is not such a long way off at all. What principally concerns me is the Supreme Court. There are three Justices who are over eighty, and who are going to be replaced by Obama. He is not going to nominate a moderate. He is going to nominate and seat three hard left Justices, and the Court will be the mechanism whereby the Leftist revolution is completed, and the only question is will that revolution be soft left socialism or hard left Marxist dictatorship. I can even imagine Obama running for a third and fourth term, regardless of the Twenty-second amendment to the Constitution, which the Court could conceivably rule unconstitutional on the grounds it was punitive in nature, which it was, being a vindictive measure directed by a Republican Congress at the bones of FDR. Not a stretch by any imagination, because the Left knows no restrictions on its activities or agendas. Does the rule of law mean anything to Obama? Ask the Chrysler bondholders what they think of that. I hope I am as mistaken in this as I was in believing Romney would, temporarily at least, stop the bleeding, but I am not overly optimistic. I believe it will be a long time before the United States returns to any semblance of a Constitutional Republic.

I believe Barack Obama will be, or, since 6 November 2012, already is the first elected Emperor of the United States. But they don’t call themselves Emperors any longer, they now call themselves Presidents for Life. Three brand new hard left Supreme Court Justices will ramrod a decision that the Twenty-second Amendment is unconstitutional. We will never again see an honest election. Expect, about 2024, near the end of his fourth term, that Barack Hussein will anoint himself President for Life, to the cheers and huzzahs of the entire plantation.

In the flickering glow of the torchlight parade

Obama, the President for Life

Smiled as he gazed at the nation he’d made

And turned to his young nubile wife

And said the fools cheering below without pause

Have traded their freedom for cheese

He’d made them all paupers and beggars because

As beggars they’re easy to please

He waved to the crowd and then walked through the door

That led to a room of gold thrones

And smiled to his wife and said, cheese and what’s more

They’re pleased that I gave them free phones

The Florida Educational Association has recently adopted explicit racial standards for their schools, to be in place by 2018. In these new standards, 90% of Asian students are expected to be able to read at grade level, Whites at 88%, Hispanics at 81% and Blacks at 74%. For math, Asian students are expected to score 92% on standardized tests, Whites at 86%, Hispanics at 80% and Blacks at 74%. Instead of fixing the schools and getting out from under the thumb of the corrupt teachers unions, they lower the standards for the kids. But why should there be standards based on race at all? According to all right thinking apologists, race has nothing to do with it. Haven’t they been screaming about The Bell Curve for almost thirty years now?

The very nerve

To think a curve

Could put someone in place

Or IQ test

Reveal the best

It couldn’t be one’s race

Nobody white

Cries it ain’t right

That Asians get high score

It’s safe to say

That DNA

Determines you’ll be poor

I’ve never thought

Brains could be bought

Or drugs could make you smart

You’re what you are

A dunce or star

The gods just throw a dart

You cannot choose

You’re born to lose

Or maybe born to win

But don’t complain

‘Cause in the main

You’re same as all your kin

Way back in 1957 a science fiction magazine called Fantastic Universe published my short story No Bems Allowed, for which I received the munificent sum of a penny a word. A BEM, incidentally, is a Bug Eyed Monster, and the premise of the story, as I recall, was that no alien invasion of Earth could be successful because we had been conditioned by science fiction stories to expect a hero to emerge and save us all. I think this is still true. So long as there are white horses and shining armor there will always be heroes.

The silver ships came drifting down

As silent as the clouds

And landed softly in the fields

Surrounded by the crowds

Of curious who came to see

What it was all about

When suddenly the doors flung wide

Erasing any doubt

That here were monsters in the flesh

Antennaed and bug eyed

Who calmed the crowd with noxious gas

Except for those who tried

To rush the ships and save the world

Defiant unto death

While in the crowd one steel eyed man

Remarked under his breath

That –well you know just how it ends

The hero finds a way

To jam the Bems’ antennae that

Left them with naught to say

And after that he – well you know

With germs or something worse

He left the Bems a rotting heap

Their ships a waiting hearse

Their hyper drive he figured out

And sent the ships back home

A message in their language told

Them never more to roam

This part of Galaxy six eight

Four twenty two N A

For if they did he’d see to it

They’d not live out the day

Your heroes come when they are called

One knows not who they are

Until the day the monsters come

Then Katy bar the door

All right, so Obama won. Now what? Will he see his re-election as a mandate to install a Marxist dictatorship? Probably not, though I’m sure many of his inner circle, and likely Obama himself, fervently desire such an outcome. Nonetheless, whatever the next four years holds for the country, one thing is clear: no one knows what will happen, or when, or why. The future, as always, is cloudy. Except, of course, to Waltradamus.

The Bear will rise

As mischief heightens

Red star at night

Whose passage frightens

The turbaned king

With threats and bluster

The pointed star

Will stand to muster

The sainted one

Now re-anointed

Vows swift revenge

On those appointed

The Eastern state

Of ancient being

With open eyes

Bent not on seeing

The Kingly states

Invite the turban

Night riders flit

To rid the vermin

Electrons flee

As watts and joules

Rush from the storm

Amid wind howls

The workers lie

Abed at night

To look for work

At dawn’s first light

At mid-term dance

That shakes the walls

The upper chamber

Sways and falls