Thursday, 31 December 2015

Letter to the Ed (self-censored) Final version!

How extraordinary to see this famous individual, - first seen months ago on the other side of the world via international media, owing to the tragic mishap which befell his very young son whom he had courageously put into a small boat as he set out upon open and perilous seas, with no other motive than a good life in a Western welfare state - such a hero! - now arriving not just in my own country but virtually in my own backyard. It’s a small world, is it not? And that was a very small boat on a very big sea, was it not?

Friday, 25 December 2015


Like all cats, lions, too, nine lives are given;
And thus Trump, king of beasts political,
Of his allotted share has eight now riven:
Of McCain's guts he was most cynical,
And Meg's blood, Carly's mug, too critical,
Then Christian Carson mocked and called mendacious;   
Twin towers lies (which proved veridical!),
And gestures which the Times declared "outrageous;"
Then Muslims banned, and Clinton canned: this cat's's tenacious!

Notes: Spenserian verse: eight iambic pentameters followed by a last hexameter; ababbcbcc
What Hillary should have tweeted:

# DT criticizing my "disgusting" trip to the john:
Piss off!

Sunday, 20 December 2015

Trump vs Hillary:Fantasy Debate

Ladies and gentlemen, Americans and peoples of the world, tonight we present to you, live and without moderation, the political battle of the century, a polemical armageddon for the nation's soul: Donald Trump, billionaire and television persoanlity, against Hillary Clinton, former Secretary of State and wife of former US president. And now without any more preamble, let the debate begin!

Trump: Ladies first! (Gesturing)
Clinton: How polite! - (under her breath) and chauvinist! But we all know Mr. Trump's real attitude
              toward "ladies," I think.
Trump: On the contrary, madame, I have never expressed any point of view regarding females in  
             general, but I have said things about individual members of your sex. And I stand by them
Clinton: So women are still fat pigs to Donald Trump. (Gesturing toward Trump as she looks at 
Trump:  Some are, as are some men. Does that mean I'm now waging a war on men? How does  
              disparaging one or two women constitute a wholesale insult to all women? Sounds to me like      
              you're trying to put your sex up on a pedestal beyond criticism. Is that what feminism has
              come to?
Clinton: Insult isn't criticism, sir.
Trump:  No, but it'll do in a pinch! (Laughter)
Clinton: Ha ha! When a man attacks a woman's appearance, it's because she doesn't come up to his
              exalted standards of sexual attractiveness, which is the result of the gender stereotyping
              which people like you traffic off of in those ridiculous so-called beauty pageants with their            
              false conception of beauty. That's why it's an insult to all of us who are still struggling to
              break through the glass ceiling. That's what feminism is up against and that's why I'll always
              be a proud feminist. (Applause)
Trump:  And so the quick way through the glass ceiling is up on a pedestal. Or is it via the altar?
              (boos and then applause)
Clinton: Are you implying that I made my way by marrying my husband? I find that offensive.
Trump:  I hope you didn't marry anyone else's husband. (Laughter)
Clinton: I find that offensive!
Trump:  But do you find it true?  Quite honesly, Ms. Clinton, would anyone outside of Little Rock, let
              alone Arkansas, have ever heard of Hillary Rodham, attorney at law, but for the fact that she  
              married a future pesident of the United States? Get real, Hillary! And by the way, before you
              start villifying Miss Universe, you might look in the mirror and note how you seem to be
              emulating that "false conception" of beauty yourself.
Clinton: I am real, Mr. Trump. Right to the liberal roots - your roots, too, by the way, Mr. Trump. So        
              what if I wear make-up and dye my hair! Don't we all, sir? (Laughtr and applause)
Trump:  But the rest of us are not complaining to Time that it's an unfair expectation put on us by
              others. Who's forcing you, proud feminist that you are? Don't tell me - it's the same people
              who forced you to go under the knife a few years back to pare back the years, nothing flase
              in that!. Lady, you've got the cheek - or rather, you  had the cheeks! (Laughter)
Clinton: And you've got the gall, to insult my appearance like an overgrown schoolyard bully!
              Typical bullying Donald Trump. (Applause)
Trump:   Oh, right, that's the media line: whenever any man trumps a woman in debate (laughter) he
               is immediately assailed for "bullying" her. But bullies are people with an unfair advantage
               over their victims, aren't they? Do I have an unfair advantage over you, Hillary?
Clinton: Only in the hot air department, sir. (Laughter)
Trump:  Hot air, hey? Well, to vary Harry Truman's old adage - If you can't stand the heat, feminists,
              go back to the kitchen!
Clinton: I  find --
Trump:  Yeah, let me guess: you find that offensive.

to be cont

Sunday, 13 December 2015


Item: Anonymous shuts down Trump site

We are Anonymouse - and you are our fiefdom,
So forgive us our goofs, forget about freedom;
You fought a thousand years to take rulers to task,
And now we'll rule you from behind a mask.

Saturday, 12 December 2015

Once again, Trump is given a golden opportunity to strike a wide-open enemy but instead reverts to form and sputters out a bit of innocuous name-calling. If the attack had come from any other country, then, fine, sputter on. But Saudi Arabia?  Here's what "dopey" should have tweeted: 
Ah yes, Saudi Arabia: home of the original 9-11ers, Wahhabism (read: ISIS), beheadings & where Bibles are banned."Disgrace" about covers it!

Wednesday, 9 December 2015

Feeding Frenzy

When in the jungle of political arenas,  
Was mighty lion not hated by hyenas?
And when, the more the king proclaimed his kill,
Did spite and mad dismay not turn more shrill?

Monday, 7 December 2015


Trump is grousing over why Obama continues to refer to ISIS as "ISIL." A quibble? Perhaps not.
           The latter term was the one originally used by the media until it was discarded by almost everyone in favor of the more accurate term. The "ISIS" designation underscores the Syrian dimension of the threat, whereas "ISIL" embraces a wider but more vague conquest of the entire Levant. It was ISIS itself which corrected the media on the usage.
            These semantic niceties, however, do not explain Obama's perverse insistence on using the outdated term. As always, in politics, politics itself is the main explainer. 
          Obama knows that he can't control ISIS, so he instead wants to control our perception of it - and of him. Using the quirky "ISIL" suggests that he knows something the rest of us do not know, since we don't even know the correct terminology. When he uses the term, and during the recent spiel he used it a lot, he seems to be subtly trying to correct his critics, not just on usage but, by implication. on strategy itself. He's the authority around here, if you please!
         "ISIL" was what the US administration and the rest of the world called the group during its infancy, when it was, perhaps, still manageable and might have been nipped in the bud. Alas, to the world's misfortune and Obama's chagrin, it was not.
           Clearly, Obama, who hates being corrected, would like Americans to perceive the threat as being still relatively small, distant, and contained. In the alter-reality which he increasingly inhabits, it's still a JayVee, ISIL world.

Sunday, 6 December 2015

Left at the Station

Aboard a train in the station, we may think our ride is pulling away from the one sitting opposite to us, until its caboose suddenly flies past the window and out of the station, leaving us gaping in surprise at the power of sight over sense. The liberal media across the border is under a similar illusion. For months they've been telling themselves that the Trump Express was going nowhere while their iron horse sleepers were puffing steadily ahead. But Trump's mainline has finally pulled out of the station like a bullet on business, and there they are, rubbing their eyes in disbelief, still serenely oblivious to the fact that it's the ground that's moving, right under their two left feet.

Saturday, 5 December 2015

Vatic Verses

The day is coming, be assured,
that sees our foes expelled;
and as that day's deferred,
more shall it rage unquelled.

Then will our cities reel
with hate and mad turmoil,
that we like weeds should feel
upon our native soil.

The day is coming, doubt it not,
when the invaders flout
all law, and blood will blot
the name of justice out.

Then shall cruel laws oppress them
who now their past disown;
and blasphemers come to bless Him
whose words forestalled the stone.

The day is coming, past question,
the writing's on the wall -
when journos from spin's bastion
abet the crescent thrall.

Then shall our Judas scribes
scream Shame! at those who balk;
even as they're led away,
First to the headsman's block!

The day is coming, be it known,
as migrants freely roam,
when thought's a no-go zone,
and Freedom wants a home.

Then traitors may collude
against their creed and race,
for future dhimmitude
when all must eastward face.

The day is coming, be forewarned!
when lines are drawn, sides taken;
when old beliefs are mourned,
and new resolves awaken.

Then monsters bred while reason slept,
We will as masters rout,
And who by false words crept
In shall have but one: out!


Friday, 4 December 2015

The Lion and the Hyenas: a Parable

The king of beasts had just despatched his quarry,
And stood exulting in his trump of glory,
When he himself discovered in extremis,
Surrounded by a pack of howling hyenas.

They yelped and laughed and jibbered and derided;
As some attacked his rear, others blindsided;
But though relentless in their vicious chase,
None dared confront the monarch face to face.

Their teeth were styli and their claws like quills,
But their first weapon was their hellish shrills;
For who so brave, and what their pride and prowess,
Who say this gang of gigglers cannot cow us?

But though they cried "he's ours" at every snatch,
The spotted brood at last had met their match
In the gold-maned triumphant jungle lord,
Who drowned out all their drivel when he roared!

Each swipe of his formidable right paw
Proclaimed the jungle's just and supreme law,
Which, all the howling press of brutes despite,
Ordains that fight and fight alone makes right.