original poem

‘Twas on my birthday, August the 9th,
President Nixon from his office resigned

But for the press, he could have escaped
Discovery of scandal, involving some tapes

Bill Ayers, Fast and Furious,
ObamaCare, Benghazi, and the IRS

But for the press, Obama could never have won
A second term, nor even one!

Boa Constrictor

In response to this article, and with apologies to Shel Silverstein...

Oh, I'm a target of Barack Obama,

Barack Obama,

Barack Obama.

I’ve been targeted by Barack Obama,

And I don’t like it

One bit.

Well, what do you know?

The IRS is at my door

What next? 

Here comes the ATF

Oh my

Now it’s the FBI

Oh heck

OSHA’s come to inspect

Oh dear!

The death panel is upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .



(Here's Johnny Cash's rendition: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xd0cX1dogtk)

Rubio's Political Suicide

This entry is about Rubio's attempts to reach Hispanic voters through amnesty.  Now, I definitely think immigration laws need an overhaul, but who can trust the major players here?  McCain?  Graham?  Schumer?  If Rubio does, he shows himself to be naive.  A country cannot have open immigration and be a welfare state at the same time.  

My parody from the viewpoint of a disgruntled Tea Partier, and is set to contemporary singer Matt Hires' “Restless Heart”

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zk4dKviGpXw)

 Pretty boys have many different faces

 Your heritage is Cuban

 Backstabbers like you are not hard to replace

 You’re definitely in Washington

 We followed you at the mid-term elections

 And we helped you defeat Charlie Crist

 I wish I had seen what was coming to us

 For the Tea Party you have dismissed

 Hey you’re in the gang of eight

 Granting millions of aliens amnesty

 But you have made a foolish mistake

 You say votes are all that you need

 Well you're not gonna get it from me

 Oh-no, oh-no, no you're not gonna get it from me

 You say that you want to reach out

 That you can find common ground with McCain

 But even the most optimistic of us

 Can see that it's all just a game

 But while you are looking for love

 Looking for new Republican voters

 We tried it before 27 years ago

 All we got were Democrat donors

 Hey you’re in the gang of eight

 Granting millions of aliens amnesty

 But you have made a foolish mistake

 You say votes are all that you need

 Well you're not gonna get it from me

 Oh-no, oh-no, no you're not gonna get it from me

 You’ve already lost the Primaries

 You’ve already lost

 You’ve already lost the Primaries

Best of the Web on Kermit Gosnell

I am unable to express my feelings on this, they are so tender. I'll just quote the apostle Paul for now:

"This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away. For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts, Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth."

RIP Margaret Thatcher

Wall Street Journal

From The President, The Pope and the Prime Minister

Human Events article by John Hayward

The Grocer's Daughter by Sarah Palin

Margaret Thatcher and the Triumph of Conservatism by Jeffrey Lord

And on a different note, this is an article about another influential person from that time, CIA director Bill Casey.  Make sure you click on the link in the article which sends you to Herb Meyer's speech.  It is fascinating!

Lastly, on what seems to be a completely unrelated note, I started watching "Call the Midwife."  It's based on the memoirs of a woman who was a midwife (hence the title) in East London in the late 1950's.  It is very well done.  But in the two episodes that I've seen, writers have inserted public service messages in the most awkward way.  The scene goes something like this: a woman is about to die from pregnancy complications, and some doctor comes in and says, "It's a great thing that we have the NHS now, sending ambulances and providing life-saving treatments for these poor people!"  Not only is the dialogue out of place (like the Subway advertisements in "Chuck"), it's laughable.  Go to James Taranto's "Best of the Web," which he writes five days of the week for the WSJ, and you'll see countless examples of the great "progress" Britain's National Health Service has enjoyed.  We're heading that direction ourselves under ObamaCare.

Sadly, one of Margaret Thatcher's few failures was her inability to dismantle the NHS.  It was too entrenched by then.  It illustrates the perils of passing unwieldy legislation to begin with--once it's there, it's nearly impossible to remove, no matter how terrible it is.  That said, I pray for leaders here in the US who will continue to work for the repeal of Obamacare--my belief is that rather than losing elections, they will win by doing so.  Margaret would have agreed.  She said this of her own party's tendencies to "go wobbly":  "I was utterly convinced of one thing: there was no chance of achieving that fundamental change of attitudes which was required to wrench Britain out of decline if people believed that we were prepared to alter course under pressure.”

Have You Got Skiing On Your Mind

This was inspired by the news that Sasha and Malia had come skiing in Sun Valley on the heels of their first Spring Break vacation to Bermuda, after their earlier ski trip to Aspen, after their other vacations in New York, Hawaii, Spain, South Africa, Botswana, just to name a few...

Original song:  "Woman, Woman" by Gary Puckett and the Union Gap

Woman oh woman

Have you got skiing on your mind, on your mind

Before you were the First Lady

Your goals weren’t realized

And of your country you were ashamed

But now you’re in the White House

We know you’re not satisfied

Woman oh woman

Have you got skiing on your mind, on your mind

You’ve traveled all around the globe

You vacation all the time

From Hawaii to Botswana, South Africa and Spain

All the places you’ve ever dreamed

On the taxpayer’s dime

Woman oh woman

Have you got skiing on your mind, on your mind

Most of us must make ends meet

Big vacations we cannot do

And those who visited the White House found it closed

But Sasha and Malia

Got not one Spring Break, but two

Woman oh woman

Have you got skiing on your mind

Oh woman oh woman

Have you got skiing on your mind.....

Little Lies

Within months, Ariel/Julia/duped voters realize their mistake, and wish they had voted for Romney instead.  Still, unable to take responsibility for their actions, and fearful of retribution in the form of drones, they sing this song (mostly) by Fleetwood Mac:
 

 If I could turn the page

 In time then I'd rearrange just a month or four

 Close my, close my, close my eyes

 But I couldn't find a way

 So I'll settle for a way to believe in four years more

 Tell me, tell me, tell me lies

(Chorus)

 Tell me lies

 Tell me sweet little lies

 (Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)

 Oh, no, no you can't disguise

 (You can't disguise, no you can't disguise)

 Tell me lies

 Tell me sweet little lies

 You promised more transparency

 But your backroom deals have doomed the economy

 Close my, close my, close my eyes

 No more White House Tours

 But we’re better off just blaming the other guys

 Tell me, tell me, tell me lies

 (Chorus)

 If I could turn the page

 In time then I'd rearrange just a month or four

 Close my, close my, close my eyes

 But I couldn't find a way

 So I'll settle for a way to believe in four years more

 Tell me, tell me, tell me lies

 (Chorus)

Poor, Unfortunate Soul

My analogy today comes from Disney’s Little Mermaid.  Ursula is Obama, and she gets Ariel/Julia/the uninformed voter to accept her agenda by lying, and promising the impossible and unaffordable. 

I admit that in the past I've been in a choom gang

They weren't kidding when they called me, well, “pot head”

But you'll find that nowadays

I've mended all my ways

Repented, run for office, and reduced the debt

True? Yes

And I fortunately know how to steal elections

It's a talent that I always have possessed

And here lately, please don't laugh

I use it on behalf

Of the miserable, lonely and depressed

(Pathetic)

Poor unfortunate souls

In pain

In need

This one longing for free health care

That one wants an Obamaphone

And do I help them?

Yes, indeed

Those poor unfortunate souls

So sad

So true

They come flocking to my campaign

Crying, "Favors, Obama please!"

And I help them?

Yes, I do

Now it's happened once or twice

Someone couldn't pay the price

And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals

Yes, I've had the odd complaint

But on the whole I've been a saint

To those poor unfortunate souls

([Obama:] Have we got a deal?

[Julia:] If I vote for you, I’ll never live in freedom again

[Obama:] But you'll have your man—me! Life's full of tough choices, innit?

Oh - and there is one more thing. We haven't discussed the subject of payment.

[Julia:] But I don't have any -

[Obama:] I'm not asking much. Just a token, really, a trifle. What I want

from you is . . . your “fair share”.

[Julia:] But if I can’t keep what I earn, how can I-

[Obama:] You'll have your phone! Your unemployment benefits! And don't underestimate

the importance of food stamps! Ha! )

Washington elites don't like checks and balances

They think a filibuster is a bore

Yes, around here it's much preferred

For the Bill of Rights to be ignored

And after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?

Come on, we're not all that impressed with the Constitution

True politicians avoid it when they can

But they dote and swoon and fawn

On a constituent who’s a pawn

It's those who hold their tongues who get guns banned

Come on, you poor unfortunate soul

Go ahead!

Cast your ballot!

My wife’s a busy woman

And I've got some golf to play

It won't cost much

Just your wallet!

You poor unfortunate soul

It's sad

But true

If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet

You've got to pay the toll

Take a gulp and take a breath

And go ahead and sign the scroll!

Valerie, Michelle, now I've got her, gals

The boss is on a roll

This poor unfortunate soul

Red State?

I keep hearing that Idaho is a very "conservative" state.  On the contrary, it is a very establishment Republican state.

We have Butch Otter, who, as my friend says, "Never met a federal dollar he could refuse," is complying with the new rules of ObamaCare.  He thinks this will save the state money.  I guess he doesn't care about the people in his state whose taxes and penalties foot the federal bill.

Mike Crapo belongs to the go-along-to-get-along crowd--and now gets the dubious honor of a DUI on his record.   And then there's Mike Simpson.  See here.

Most disappointing is Raul Labrador, who was elected in 2010 on the heels of the Tea Party revolution.  He has done some good, granted, but he has caved in the fight against ObamaCare.  See:  http://www.redstate.com/2013/03/06/today-house-conservatives-will-corrupt-america/, and http://www.breitbart.com/Big-Government/2013/03/05/30-Republicans-ask-Boehner-Cantor-to-defund-Obamacare  (note the lack of Idaho signatures.)

So far, every time I have checked on a vote by Jim Risch, he has been in alignment with conservative principles.  Unless I've missed something, that gives us 1/4 conservative representation.  I'd say that makes us a purple state.

In Memory of Andrew Breitbart

Ballad of the Great Breitbart
(Set to the tune of "Ballad of the Green Berets")

Fighting drudges from the press

Fearless men who never rest

Men who mean just what they write

The brave men of the Breitbart sites

At a rally, or in a pub

On rollerblades, or in his tub

Andrew Breitbart always fought

The powerful and corrupt

Taught to see through the narrative

That media lackeys always give,

Those blatant lies he tore apart

Courage deep, from the Great Breitbart

At a rally, or in a pub

On rollerblades, or in his tub

Andrew Breitbart always fought

The powerful and corrupt

A year ago we lost our mate

Our dear Andrew met his fate

He had lived for those oppressed

But leaves us now with this request

Take that cell phone in your hand

Use it all across the land

Expose injustice everywhere

And you’ll know that Breitbart’s here

Free College Courses

Check out Hillsdale online courses on Western Heritage, American Heritage, and the Constitution.

"There are things to know, they are lovely and ennobling to know."

Update:  I've just listened to two lectures from the Western Heritage course.  The second one is called, "The Hebrew Legacy."  Really, really good stuff.

This Land Is My Land

Inspired the State of the Union address, I  give you "This Land is My Land," with words by B. Hussein Obama, and music by Woody Guthrie:

This land ain't your land, This land is my land

From California to the New York island;  

From the Keystone pipeline, to the Gulf Stream waters

This land was made for Me, not you.

Though I sent weapons south of the border,

I’ll take your rifles, by executive order:

I like my gun runs, but you can’t have one

The Bill of Rights is for Me, not you.

I let four men die, stranded in Benghazi,

I didn’t miss that party with Jay-Z and Beyonce

I blamed a movie, and was helped by Crowley

This press is soft on Me, not you.

Those who have worked hard, and saved their money

Don’t pay their fair share; like Buffett’s secretary.

If you own a business, you didn’t build that

You must work for Me, not you.

As I went walking I saw a sign there

And on the sign it said "No Hiring."

Why don’t we raise the minimum wage?

Math is good for you, not Me.

Obamacare insured the nation,

Although your health care may now be rationed,

If you like your doctor, you won’t get to keep her

Health care was made for Me, not you.

For those who saw the CBO’s projection,

And may not vote for me with affection,

I’ll just buy more votes, through immigration

Elections are rigged for Me, not you.

Nobody living can ever top me,

As I go racing, that road to serfdom;

Nobody living can ever stop me!

This land was made for Me, not you.

Phony King of America

From Disney's "Robin Hood," and inspired by Obama's interview with Univision, in which he claimed, "I am not a king (yet)," here is my first submission:

Oh the world will sing of an American King

A thousand years from now

And not because he passed some laws

Or had that lofty brow

While bonny Gipper Reagan leads

The great crusade from beyond

We'll all have to slave away

For that good-for-nothin' ‘Bam

Incredible as he is inept

Whenever the history books are kept

They'll call him the wanna-be king of America

A pox on the phony king of D.C.!

He sits alone on a giant throne

Pretendin' he's the king

A little tyke who's rather like

A puppet on a string

And he throws an angry tantrum

if he cannot have his way

And then he calls for Frum while he's suckin' his thumb

You see, he doesn't want to play

Too late to be known as Hussein the First

He's sure to be known as Barry the worst

A pox on that phony king of America!

While he taxes us to pieces

And he robs us of our food

The U.S. Constitution keeps slippin' down

Underneath his pointed shoe

Ah! But while there is a merry man

in Palin's wily pack

We'll find a way to make him pay

And take our money back

The minute before he knows we're there

The Tea Party’ll snatch his underwear

The breezy and uneasy king of D.C.

The snivellin' grovellin'

Measly weasely

Blabberin' jabberin'

Gibberin' jabberin'

Blunderin' plunderin'

Wheelin' dealin'

Prince Barry, that wanna-be king of America

Yeah!