Bail-out of the Century

From ASIFA-Hollywood Animation Archive

Never let it be said that the Be Sure You’re RIGHT, Then Go Ahead blog ignores the arts. Thanks to Conservatives On Fire, presented herewith is verse from The Bard of Murdock, followed by doggerel recycled from the BSYRTGA archives:

Obama’s Libyan Strategery

For those who study history
And military strategy,
A new approach to waging war
In ways that were untried before,
Is rarely seen or heard:
The old ways are preferred.
But in these times of global strife,
With sounds of drum and notes of fife,
A new man joins the hall of fame
Of leaders who receive acclaim,
For strategy in war,
Too brilliant to ignore.
With Hannibal, Napoleon,
And Kahn, the great Mongolian,
With Brennus and with Pericles
With Sun Tzu and Eurybiades,
Our President does share
A real strategic flair.
He joins in war, almost too late,

Makes public his withdrawal date,

Commences action from the air,
Then makes his enemies aware
He’ll not attack on land,
Across the desert sand.
Within just days, perhaps a week,
His reputation and mystique
For managing the world’s affairs
Achieves its peak when he declares
He’ll bomb the rebels too,
For things that they might do.
Perhaps another Nobel Prize
Our friends from Stockholm could reprise,
For excellence in strategy
While waging war on Tripoli.
It’s merited, at worst,
As much as was the first.
****

Democrats Versified

They tax your life,

They tax your death,

They’d like to tax your very breath.

They tax your house,

They tax your car,

And excise tax your last cigar.

They tax your water and your wine,

“What once was yours is mostly mine.”

They tax the saint, they tax the sinner,

And each and every lotto winner.

They squeeze your purse until it quacks,

And then they even tax the tax.

They tax you for the good of all,

Until the big become the small,

And all of us depend on them,

And evermore we must vote Dem.

One leader San Francisco sweet,

Another from the desert’s heat,

The Chieftain from the islands came,

Elected by another name,

To bring us hope, To bring us change,

Our nation he must rearrange.

A Saul Alinsky acolyte,

So many wrongs to set aright,

He’ll lean the country hard aport,

And try to stack the highest court,

Antagonize our former friends,

And offer enemies amends.

But socialist he does deny,

A pinkish twinkle in his eye,

His left hand waves, but not his right,

A Saul Alinsky acolyte.

Our health depends on Dem largess,

Insurance we must all possess,

And all of us must acquiesce,

Obey the law no one has read,

And give away our daily bread

To pay for Nancy’s craziness.

But hope and change we’ll have again,

Beginning Fall Two-thousand Ten.

When voters turn the donkeys out

And cleanse the Capitol redoubt.

And hope the Pachyderm returned,

The Constitution he’s relearned,

Expressing principled belief—

In 2012 we can the Chief.

 

They tax your life, They tax your death,

They’d like to tax your very breath.

They tax your house, They tax your car,

And excise tax your last cigar.

They tax your water and your wine,

“What once was yours Is mostly mine.”

They tax the saint, They tax the sinner,

And each and every lotto winner.

They squeeze your purse until it quacks,

And then they even tax the tax.

They tax you for the good of all,

Until the big become the small,

And all of us depend on them,

And evermore we must vote Dem.

One leader San Francisco sweet,

Another from the desert’s heat,

The Chieftain from the islands came,

Elected by another name,

To bring us hope, To bring us change,

Our nation he must rearrange.

A Saul Alinsky acolyte,

So many wrongs to set aright,

He’ll lean the country hard aport,

And try to stack the highest court,

Antagonize our former friends,

And offer enemies amends.

But socialist he does deny,

A pinkish twinkle in his eye,

His left hand waves, but not his right,

A Saul Alinsky acolyte.

Our health depends on Dem largess,

Insurance we must all possess,

And all of us must acquiesce,

Obey the law no one has read,

And give away our daily bread

To pay for Nancy’s craziness.

But hope and change we’ll have again,

Beginning Fall Two-thousand Ten.

When voters turn the donkeys out

And cleanse the Capitol redoubt.

And hope the Pachyderm returned,

The Constitution he’s relearned,

Expressing principled belief—

In 2012 we can the Chief.

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About Bob Mack

Retired since 2003. Military Service: U.S. Army, 36th Artillery Group, Babenhausen, Germany 1966-67; 1st Signal Brigade, Republic of Vietnam, 1967-68 Attended University of Miami, 1969-73
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4 Responses to Bail-out of the Century

  1. roblorinov says:

    Looks like a nice and interesting blog Bob. And thank you for explaining the Obamanations Libyan strategy too. Now I understand LOL.

  2. Bob Mack says:

    Welcome, Rob. Yeah, Obombya belongs in the ranks of such Hall of Fame strategists as the army major in Vietnam who famously said of Bến Tre, “It became necessary to destroy the town to save it.”

  3. Good for Pogo. He learnd that starting at the beginning is usually a good idea. I really enjoy this post. Thanks, Bob, and thanks for the link.

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