The raid on Syria was many things, but what it wasn’t was a message to Assad. It was a message to Kim and Putin, but to Kim in particular before his meeting with Trump in Finland. Let us connect some dots. Obama drew a red line in the sand and then erased it when Assad crossed it, demonstrating to all that the United States could not be relied upon to honor its word. The critical dot was laid down in April of 2017 when Assad used chemical weapons again, forcing Trump to make a decision. President Trump did what Obama could not bring himself to do. He destroyed a quarter of the Syrian air force. Fast forward to the dot that is Kim Jong Un, who was getting close to having the capability of nuking an American city, and President Trump convinced Kim that if he ever married a nuke to a missile the United States would destroy North Korea, including Kim Jong Un. Enter the Syrian dot again, when Assad, one year later, again used poison gas against his own people. Why would Assad do this? An examination of previous dots shows that North Korea, Syria and Iran have for years been partners in the development of missiles and nuclear weapons, the North Koreans having built a nuclear reactor in Syria that the Israelis destroyed with an air strike. The American, British and French strike on Syria on 14 April 2018, was watched closely by Kin Jong Un, and was the intent of Assad’d provocation. Connecting the dots raises likelihood to virtual certainty that North Korea and Iran set the plan in motion because they were interested in seeing if President Trump would respond to Assad’s blatant spit in the face. The answer would determine Kim Jong Un’s assessment of Trump’s threat to North Korea before the meeting in Finland . We may assume Kim Jong Un has drawn the correct conclusions and the meeting in Finland will result in the complete destruction of the North Korean nuclear arsenal, the denuclearization of the Korean peninsula, the end of the Korean war, and the return home of all American forces in South Korea. Game, set and match. President Trump has connected the dots, and in return has laid down a few dots of his own just to keep everybody guessing.

How great the fun connecting dots
They twist and turn and tie in knots
Conjecture is the game of choice
The dots know well but have no voice
They lie there placid, feeling naught
Like Congressmen already bought
And yet there’s reason in their stance
Connecting dots but not by chance
Determines who will win the game
And losers always put the blame
On dots but dots just like the way
They tend to lead the dense astray
While guys like Trump who play the dots
Give guys like Kim Jong Un the trots

The elected rulers of Western Civilization have, consciously and with purpose, set their people and countries on the path to state suicide, Western Europe by admitting millions of Muslims into the continent who will remove all traces of western thought and culture the moment they achieve political power at the ballot box, and in the United States by importing into the country millions of uneducated third world people who have no common interests with us. Darkness approaches and tyranny will quickly follow, and freedom and democracy may not return to the earth for many thousands of years.

The night so silently descends
Ignored until too late
The Bishop smiles as he pretends
That all is going great
The King sits idly on his throne
The unwashed sit and wait
And listen to the cold wind moan
Announcing that the date
Is fast approaching as the night
Envelopes man and State
And still as yet there is no fright
There’s nothing at the gate
They will not see the night so near
The night they did create
Too late they see with sudden fear
That darkness is their fate

China’s mercantile economic policy threatens to overtake the United States in world economic leadership. And they may very well get there. The Chinese are going for the brass ring.

The Midway smelled of smoke and beer
And hot dogs crackerjack and booze
The carousel ride hid no fear
As couples boarded two by twos
Calliopes sang out the tune
As slowly spun the wooden horse
While couples circled ‘neath the moon
The carousel slowly changed course
And gliding slowly through the dark
The Midway fading in the light
The riders frightened by the bark
Of feral beasts deep in the night
Around them mirrors gleamed and glowed
Projecting images surreal
The carousel grew dim and slowed
To grinding sounds of steel on steel
The mirrors showed a Chinese face
And marching forth a billion more
To shouts that they had won the race
Now to the ears a growing roar
As on the screens a ring of brass
Shown bright and shiny in the sun
And laughing billions filled the glass
To tell the riders that the fun
Was over and that only fools
Would kick their country ‘til it’s down
And sell their freedom for paste jewels
And wade in hatred ‘till they drown

The mind at times goes drifting back
I’m ten and she is too
Her hair the shade of sunlit gold
And eyes cornflower blue
I saw her after years had flown
We both now aged and old
Her hair still fair but flecked with gray
No longer sunlit gold
She disappeared into the crowd
And vanished from my view
I lingered but she’d gone for good
And once again I knew
That there would always be the time
I’m ten and she is too
Her hair the shade of sunlit gold
And eyes cornflower blue

The Democrat/Mueller witch-hunt against President Trump has indicted a dozen or so Russians for meddling in the 2016 election by organizing rallies against both Hillary and Trump, to which no one came, posting fake news on Facebook, Twitter and YouTube, which no one read, and other nefarious crimes and misdemeanors, all with the unwitting aid of Americans who thought they were dealing with fellow Americans. None of these Russian efforts had the slightest effect on the election itself, but the Russian purpose of sowing discord bore fruit when the Democrats went bat guano crazy and launched a campaign to remove the fairly elected president from office. Is this the end of the witch-hunt? Don’t be silly. The Left never gives up its quest for power.

The Grand Jury’s shock indictment
Sent the Left mad with excitement
Naming Russians who polluted
Our elections and deluded
Voters in the last election
Offering a wide selection
Of fake news to make you bitter
Placed on YouTube and on Twitter
They cared not who was the winner
Or the vote count’s fat or thinner
Their one aim to sow dissention
And the Dems paid close attention
Then adopted fierce resistance
Claiming with malign insistence
Trump was not fairly elected
He was who Russians selected
To be Vlad’s next wooden dummy
Making everything quite chummy
Democrats view the indictment
Cause for more not less incitement
While those wishing for impeachment
Cry to heaven in beseechment
Russians smile in satisfaction
While the rabid leftist faction
Tear us all to rags and tatters
Reaching for what really matters
Slashing, burning and upheaval
Of all that they see as evil
All the land between the oceans
That spawned all those awful notions
Like the law and free election
For they much prefer selection
By the party of our leaders
With the rest but bottom feeders
They forget our sons in camo
Quietly stock up on ammo

The dawning paints the night sky gray
And rising with the sun
The man takes up the growing day
And Empire begun
The shining mountains, caps aflame
Rise in the morning mist
He knows those mountains he must claim
‘Fore entering the list
At noon he stands on heights so cold
The morning long he climbed
The treasure peaks of shimmered gold
With icy diamonds rimed
Into the late day sun he sits
Upon his lofty throne
The sun the sun of Austerlitz
The world was his alone
Unto the dusk his word was king
His bidding instant done
But others struggled for his ring
And come the setting sun
The man now old laid burdens down
And entered into sleep
And dreamed the dreams of past renown
With memories to keep
While others, younger, come the dawn
Saw golden mountains glow
And to the ice rimed mountains drawn
An empire to grow

How wondrous is the stately tree
A lake, a glen, a meadowlark
A frozen stream, its icy banks
Concealing creatures with life’s spark
We walk the Earth and stride the stars
Imagination’s silver ships
Will take us where the distance becks
And shower nectar on our lips
The universe’s magic glow
The beauty of its wondrous mien
Is ours to share with all who live
And who, like us, live all unseen

The United States is engulfed in a Cold Civil War that will end in darkness, with not even a false dawn to relieve the horror of what is to come. The left has won, at least for now. The Millennials generation, having been told repeatedly by their professors that the United States is evil, believe it, and now prefer socialism to capitalism. Unchecked illegal immigration is changing the culture more rapidly than Facebook or Google could ever dream. We are now a country of separate and enemy identities, each clawing for the top place at the table. The Cold Civil War was created by the left, and will not turn hot until the people with the guns decide they will not easily give up their country. Until then, the only prospect is the darkness of the grave.

There are no shadows in the dark
What can’t be seen does not exist
What once was many into one
Is now a lie all must resist
Demographics rule the tide
Culture changes left from right
The gloried past is now no more
False dawns will not replace the night
But darkness too must see an end
The Left cannot erase us all
The weathered gravestones tell the tale
Of what was lost beyond recall

At the beginning of March the UN, including Russia, agreed to a 30 day cease fire in Syria to allow civilians to leave the fighting zones. The cease fire failed, and the US gave the Russians notice that when the 30 days have passed without a cease fire they would take action against Syrian forces killing civilians. Russia reacted by threatening to retaliate if the US took any action against Syrian forces. If neither blinks, will military engagement between the US and Russia follow, and if so will that engagement escalate into full scale war? And so we wait to see if someone blinks.

With red lines drawn in bloody sand
Who will then blink, and who demand
Obeisance to the fisted hand
And who will grovel first?
Two scorpions, in bottle caught
Both knowing that the very thought
Of backing down is deeply fraught
With worse becoming worst
And so the dance in bottle sways
The feints, the never launched affrays
The pointed tail always delays
Though each for battle thirst
And so do red lines come and go
The scorpions both fully know
If feint becomes a nuclear blow
Then both for ages cursed

The purpose of the Obama led campaign to undermine President Trump by poisoning the well of public opinion with the false charge of Russian collusion is to regain power in the midterms of 2018 and regain the White House in 2020. It is in Putin’s interest that this be accomplished because he knows that a Democrat in the White House will use the phone and the pen of executive orders to stop fracking and offshore drilling, thus enhancing Russia’s economy by restoring Russia’s oil market, for without the sale of oil the Russian economy cannot support Putin’s military plans for the near abroad and the Middle East. We need look no further for the man whose interests coincide with Putin’s interests. That man is Barack Obama.

At first in gentle drizzle fell
The misty scent of rain
That lingered near the poisoned well
Where Barack’s hand had lain
And bade the poison fill the sky
To spread the poison wide
Subvert Intel and FBI
To Obama’s dark side
Brennan, Clapper, Comey too
Succumbed to the campaign
To hide their treachery from view
And stand in poisoned rain