November 10, 2008

Visions of Obama

Ain't it just like the Left to play tricks when you're tryin' not to riot?

We sit here stranded though we're all doin' our best to deny it
The Dems claim a mandate for change, temptin' you to defy it
Hope blossoms on the opposite side
In our camps the flamewars abide
The talk radio station plays nice,

But it's got nothing, really nothing, to entice.

Just Limbaugh and Hannity so entwined
And these visions of Obama that conquer my mind....

In our empty treasury the pols play blindman's bluff with the supply chain

And the leftoid bloggers they whisper of escapades on the Palin Campaign

We can hear Abe Lincoln slap his forehead

Ask himself if it's him or us that's really insane

Neoneocon, she's all right, she's stayed clear

She's delicate as she posts to the 'sphere

But she just makes it all too concise and too clear

That Obama's not here

The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the comments at her blog

Where these visions of Obama have come up from the bog

Now, little boy Ace, he takes himself so seriously

He slags Andrew Sullivan, he likes to post dangerously

And when bringing O's name up

He speaks of a farewell finger to thee

He's sure got a lotta gall to be so scrappy and all

Hosting open thread squawks for recall while America's at the mall

Oh, how can I explain?

It's so hard to rant on

And these visions of Obama, they kept me up past the dawn

Contemplatin' congress, your sanity goes up on trial

Voices blather this is what lobotomy must be like after a while

But Pelosi musta had the Biden Botox blues

You can tell by the way she smiles

See the Little Green Footballs all freeze

When the jelly-faced Kossacks all sleaze

Hear the ones with dementia say, "Jeeze

Find us more killers to appease."

Oh, tax-hikes and deficits swarm in our new head of state
Where these visions of Obama are not up for debate.

This blogger now speaks to the Anchoress who's trying hard to pray for him

Sayin', "Name me a politician who's not a parasite and I'll go out and I'll campaign for him"

But like Michelle always says

"Can't find a decent Dem much, can ya man?"

As she, herself, prepares to napalm them

And the real Messiah, He still has not showed

We see the Cross we emptied now corrode

Where Liberty and belief once had glowed

Mr. Death, he now steps to the road

He writes they're coming for more money than they're owed

On the back of the Jihad truck that loads

While the next 9/11 explodes

The harmonicas play high fading blues for John McCain
And these visions of Obama are now all that remain.

Posted by Vanderleun at November 10, 2008 12:20 AM
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I thought I was depressed after reading Mark Steyn.

I wish I drank.

Posted by: Cathy at November 8, 2008 6:05 PM

My buddy Dave stopped by to chat this evening.

He observed that you can tell a lot about how an election went by how many people are buying guns.

SRO at my favorite gun store today. Reloading components for metallic cartridges have doubled in price since summer.

I contributed to my retirement plan. About five hundred rounds; it will not be so easy to confiscate as what is left in my 401(K). The two folks in front of me at the register never owned a firearm in their life. One was buying a .22 rifle and pump 12 gauge. He had his kids with him. The other was buying a recycled Sig 9mm and three different varieties of ammo for it. He asked my opinion on long term storage* for ammo.

I'm going to hit the Left's Most Hated Retailer tomorrow morning for another bulk box of 12 gauge shells myself. Maybe a box of 16, too; I don't own one, but barter goods never hurt.

It was quiet in the store, for all the people there were.

* GI ammo cans. You can find them at surplus stores and gun shows. Don't buy them if they are badly dented or have flaking rust. If they have surface rust, hit the bad spots with crocus cloth and/or paint them over with Rustoleum (tm) spray paint. Make sure the rubber seal on the lid is good. Put a table spoon of clay cat litter inside cloth bag or a pouch made from a segment of discarded nylon stocking inside with the ammo to be stored and you are good for years.

Posted by: TmjUtah at November 8, 2008 8:20 PM

I am always amazed at your talent! What a mind.

Posted by: Maggie45 at November 9, 2008 9:38 PM


I drink.

It's not doing any good.

Posted by: rickl at November 10, 2008 4:57 PM

It could take me a while to forgive you for this, Gerard. Not to mention quite a bit of alcohol.

(My sympathies, Cathy.)

Posted by: Francis W. Porretto at November 11, 2008 2:03 PM

Nice post.
We are the underground now.

Posted by: Adagny at November 11, 2008 6:21 PM

Nice post.
We are the underground now.
"And it's alright, Ma".

Posted by: Adagny at November 11, 2008 6:24 PM

Anyone got any acquaintances who used to run guns from the USA to the IRA?

Strange how things sometimes work out. Maybe the people who were fighting against the UK government will soon be doing it again - this time against our Muslim overlords.

I once read a story set in the 2030s or so, in which was mentioned the British Liberation Front. I thought it was over the top then. I don't now.

Posted by: Fletcher Christian at November 13, 2008 2:26 AM