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 StrategeryFor those who study historyAnd military strategy,A new approach to waging warIn 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 fameOf leaders who receive acclaim,For strategy in war,Too brilliant to ignore.With Hannibal, Napoleon,And Kahn, the great Mongolian,With Brennus and with PericlesWith Sun Tzu and Eurybiades,Our President does shareA real strategic flair.He joins in war, almost too late,
Makes public his withdrawal date,Commences action from the air,Then makes his enemies awareHe’ll not attack on land,Across the desert sand.Within just days, perhaps a week,His reputation and mystiqueFor managing the world’s affairsAchieves its peak when he declaresHe’ll bomb the rebels too,For things that they might do.Perhaps another Nobel PrizeOur friends from Stockholm could reprise,For excellence in strategyWhile waging war on Tripoli.It’s merited, at worst,As much as was the first.****
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.