The Left is running scared. The euro is about to come apart, and with it the Eurozone, that socialist monster that the Left imposed on Europe, and which has been a magic goose full of golden eggs for the Left ever since. But it’s about over now, and the Left is scrambling to retain its perks and privileges, trying to convince the voters that the way out of the mess the Left has gotten Europe into is more of the same.

The end is near and darkness falls

But no one hears the screams

For loudly come the siren calls

Of Lefty rescue teams

The Euro is just fine they claim

The problem is the Right

Who forced austerity and blame

Us Lefties for the night

Time darkness that is coming down

On Europe as we speak

And rioters burn down the town

In fits of righteous pique

There is no problem we can’t fix

No resource we can’t tax

And never will we say machts nichts

The Left has got your backs

In a recent interview with Verse-afire President Obama complained about the perception abroad that he has failed to deliver on his promises. The problem is, the man is a blank slate, on which everyone has been free to write his own words and draw his own pictures of the president of the United States. In Mogadishu they complain he has not yet made them rich, gays complain he isn’t gay enough, the Arabs think he doesn’t bend over far enough and so forth. No wonder the man is testy. Here is what he said.

I have not failed, I’ve kept my word to you

You see it all around you every day

If I were not in charge of world affairs

Then you would see that there’d be hell to pay

I’ve bought the Chinese off so they’d be still

Korea North is getting all our food

Iran will have the bomb now sometime soon

What happens then depends upon their mood

In Mogadishu clansmen say they wait

For that great day I make them just like us

My policies at home will do just that

And soon we’re Mogadishu West no fuss

My gay friends wonder if I’ve done enough

I’m for gay marriage now because it’s right

When Andrew Sullivan the White House came

The Lincoln bedroom’s where we spent the night

My European friends are much distraught

My Arab buddies think I’ve paid no mind

To their concerns that Jews beside them live

They wish as do we all to be with kind

And so my second term will see the world

More peaceful and productive than before

And so I say to all those on my case

Don’t let your ass get hit by slamming door

Nothing lasts forever. What cannot continue will not continue. Political philosophies are ephemeral, occasionally catching the tide of public approval, only to succumb to the inevitable decay into failure and irrelevance. The same winds of change that gave life to the current political philosophy now give life to its replacement. But that too shall pass, for the winds of change never cease to blow, and we can never know beforehand in which direction.

The winds of change are blowing

“Wear ship!” the Captain cries

As sailors race aloft the helm

Is thrown to catch the rise

Of ocean swells that batter hull

And force her head around

The lee shore looming in the mist

The surf a booming sound

Too late! The wind is rising now

To gale force and it knocks

The once great ship on beam ends

And then drives her on the rocks

To shatter all to pieces

Her proud timbers ripped and torn

And her masts and rigging tangled

In the surf where come the morn

Will be seen the wreck of folly

Cast up on the pebbled strand

Strewn along the highest tide line

As the winds of change demand

Detroit is becoming a ghost town. Outside Madrid an airport was built with runways and hangars designed for the giant Airbus A380, and the airport is now closed due to close to non-existent traffic. Chernobyl is abandoned, and many American cities are crumbling into disrepair. But this is the way of it. Cities rise and fall, civilizations rise and fall. Carthage has come and gone, Mycenae has come and gone, Troy has come and gone. And so shall we, in time, have come and gone. But there is always someone to take our place.

Archimedes’ Syracuse

The Greek Aegean states

Have long since ceased to pay their dues

There’s naught left on their plates

As well as Nineveh and Ur

Are gone and left behind

And in their stead I would aver

Came others of their kind

For cities come and cities go

Some live while others die

The why this is we do not know

We only wonder why

But life and death is surely part

Of Universe’s plan

When someone ends then others start

That is the way of man

The people of Europe have rejected the austerity plans put in place by the right of center in an effort to save them from the runaway debt and financial and cultural ruin the Left has left them with after three generations of socialism, by turning to the Left to save them from the very disease the Left has given them. Such is human nature. Like the Wildebeest, they know not what to do, so they do what they have always done, they run in circles, scream and shout.

We watch in awe the Wildebeest

In millions running every year

Across the plain in headlong flight

Driven by unyielding fear

That grass and water will not last

And so they must to highlands go

Across the wild unserried land

Into the wild run river flow

Where many die but some survive

To carry on the yearly flight

That is inbred in Wildebeest

Who act always the same from fright

And so it is with us as well

As crises rise with every sun

Like clockwork to bedevil man

And like the Wildebeest we run

Christopher Marlowe, English dramatist and poet, 1564-1593, a man much admired in his time, wrote the first four lines below, but I feel certain that had he known Obama he would have continued the poem as you see it here:

Come live with me and be my love

And we will all the pleasures prove

That valleys, groves, hills, and fields

Woods or steepy mountain yields

The pleasure that Obama takes

In fantasies of girlfriend fakes

And bowing before Arab kings

While kissing lovingly their rings

Yes come with me and be my love

And by the very stars above

We’ll grace the world with hope and change

Don’t eat the dog, he’s got the mange

A study was released recently that said people in the Red States, read Conservative Republicans, were fatter and less intelligent than people in the Blue States, read Progressive Democrats. What is more, the study affirmed that people in the Red States were mildly to seriously paranoid, while people in the Blue States were quite happy and serene. I spoke to a sobbing Conservative Republican Red Stater today, who wept bitter tears over his stupidity and obesity, which he blamed on Ronald Reagan, crying that if his parents hadn’t switched to the Republicans in 1980 he would not only be smarter but a lot thinner. I comforted him as best I could, but it was no use. He was in the grip of paranoia.

Yes there I was, he sobbed, a fatty

The kids all called me boombaladdy

I ran home crying to my daddy

Like me a red state hick

My schoolmates called me fatso dumbo

The lessons were all mumbo jumbo

And all I had to eat was gumbo

Enough to make me sick

My life is just one big disaster

My red state genes a brutal master

I’m heading for a blue state faster

Than you can shake a stick

And when I get there I’ll be smarter

With an organic veggie larder

With heroes like Al Gore and Carter

Hussein and Bill the Slick

Oh yes now that I’m smart I’m gonna

Walk down to the nearest cawnah

And join the brilliant Lefty fauna

That has us up the crick

Nancy Pelosi, the very embodiment of the Left as your lying momma, has again lied through her capped teeth, all the while smiling the rictus smile of the rhinoplasticked undead. What did she lie about? Nothing important. Lying is just the default position of the Democrat Left. They can’t help it, even when, as in this case, the record has been printed and the lie instantly perceived. But she doesn’t care. What did she lie about? She said she had never been briefed about the bin Laden take down operation, when she had been, and everyone knew she had been. Again, why did she lie about something she had no reason to lie about? Because that is what she does, that is what the Democrats do. It’s in their DNA. But at least it gave us a chance at a bumper sticker.

We know she lied and here’s the kicker

We’ll just print up a bumper sticker

Pelosi lied

Osama died

I wish we’d got the bastard quicker

Blue eyed blond Elizabeth Warren, Democrat running against Senator Scott Brown for the Massachusetts Senate seat that used to belong to the Kennedys, was admitted to Harvard Law School under its diversity program because she was Native American, even though it turns out she had not a drop of Indian blood in her entire system. In Australia, a couple of blue eyed blond men sued the government, claiming their right to be Aborigines if they wanted to be, thereby qualifying for government largesse, and the court ruled in their favor, saying that ethnicity has nothing to do with it, you are who you want to be. Who knew I could be Hiawatha if I wanted to be?

By the shores of Gitchie Gumee

By the shining Big Sea Water

Lived a maiden who said, Who me?

You say I’m a big chief’s daughter?

But I’m blond with sparkling blue eyes

Viking blood within me flowers

Yet you speak compelling true lies

So their blood is also ours

Trace my bloodlines through the prairies

Through the woodlands dark and dreary

Though my family bloodline varies

I can trace it though ‘tis weary

I am African because I

Know that in my bones I am one

Though I must reflect and pause I

Think that I could never scam one

I’m a Mongol, that’s the ticket

Golden Horde and made of felt yurts

Born on horseback in a thicket

Mama’s blood just laughs at felt hurts

Still in all whatever suits my

Ethnic wishes so I will be

Being blue eyed only moots my

Wish to get it while it’s still free

The Muslim Brotherhood, the new rulers of Egypt, have recently issued a religious observance, stating that men can have sex with their dead wives for up to six hours after their deaths. So much for enlightened Islam. On the other hand, maybe the wives would prefer it that way.

She looked so fair, just lying there

With lilies all around

And then they wheeled her to the field

And put her in the ground

But not before I’d one last score

So cold she was and still

Just like the past that seemed to last

And I had time to kill