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Two more verses to the Impeachment song

The impeachment song: (To the tune of “Please release me, let me go”)

Two more verses added:

Children crossing Rio Grande;

As shields they get the welcome hand;

Open borders for my band;

Jihadists, and thugs will rule your land.

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Lois Lerner lost her mail.

My IRS began to fail.

Soon I am no chief to hail,

Guantanamo next – and post no bail!

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The whole song keeps growing and growing:
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Please impeach me, let me go
I can’t usurp it any more
Make decisions is a chore
and bargain, it is to me a bore.
.
I believed in change and hope.
It changed for worse, I cannot cope
I began to sulk and mope
I am at the end of my rope.
.
I have had all I can take
Dethrone me now for goodness sake
Lest a bigger mess I make
So check my credentials, I’m a fake.
.
I was made in U.S.A.,
but born in Kenya, so they say.
ineligible to play
commander, defrock me, don’t delay.
.
Nothing I did was a hit.
I acted more like a nit-wit.
Dad was just a drunken Brit.
Depose me, I’m not allowed to quit.
.
Please, I am but one lame duck
The grizzly moms have too much pluck
I am scared they’ll go amok
So boot me, your country starts to suck.
.
Sacrificed the SEAL team six
I heaved them all the old deep-six
Add Grand Treason to the mix
Disbar me! This dog has no more tricks.
.
Fast and Furious was my pace
And that’s how I did win the race.
It did blow up in my face
So launch me somewhere to outer space.
.
In Benghazi people died
And Hillary and Rice both lied.
I was AWOL, went to hide.
So face it: I’ve joined the other side.
.
AP bothered me with facts.
I spied on all their phone contacts.
That’s how a thin-skinned guy reacts,
My next move? Guantanamo barracks.
.
IRS was my best friend.
With thugs on which I did depend.
But they failed me in the end.
So jail me, or this will never end.
.
When those phony scandals broke
I shrugged my head, I’m just a bloke.
It’s not lies, I just misspoke.
I fooled you twice, now we all are broke.

VA healthcare, it is said:
Deny, delay until they’re dead.
Be found out, it is my dread
my epitaph will state: You have been had.

.

Ten* Jihadists did I free

for one deserter**, look at me;

breaking laws for all to see;

You gave me your vote, it had to be.

.

Children crossing Rio Grande;

As shields they get the welcome hand;

Open borders for my band;

Jihadists, and thugs will rule your land.

.

Lois Lerner lost her mail.

My IRS began to fail.

Soon I am no chief to hail,

Guantanamo next – and post no bail!

*Five Jihadists were released last year as a goodwill gesture to get the negotiations with the Taliban moving, then five more for the exchange.

** The charge of deserter is unproven. I chose to use it rather than the most probable term “defector”. I have to do it since Susan Rice prematurely declared he served with “honor and distinction” which is wrong to claim in the middle of an investigation.

The earlier verses on this video:

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Life is a gas (CO2 that is)! A poem by Kevin Benn

Kevin Benn of  Malmö, Sweden writes with some poetry…

to have an outlet for his frustration at not being able to engage local politicians or journalists in an open discussion about climate science and policy.

LIFE IS A GAS!

Life is a gas – CO2 – 
(and oxygen, of course)
But to say that it drives the climate
Puts proverbial cart before horse.

What Al Gore said in his lecture,
Unbacked by observable proof,
Turned out to be pure conjecture –
An inconvenient truth…

The ice-core samples from Vostok
Plotting temperature change over time
Revealed that in fact CO2 change
Lags hundreds of years behind.

Greenland was green when the Vikings
Settled a millennium ago;
While Frost Fairs were held on the Thames
Six centuries later, or so.

The IPCC used a Mann-made stick
To flatten this bumpy graph
To prove to us all – Q.E.D. –
That this life-giving gas ‘ain’t no larf!’

They say, thanks to human endeavour,
Our carbon footprints expand
Playing all hell with the weather
And flooding both ocean and land.

Once upon a time, CO2
Was a colourless, non-toxic gas;
Now: ”an anthropogenic emission”
On a mission to fry us, en masse.

The bottom line is that this vapour,
In solid or gaseous form,
Will turn the world into a greenhouse
Globally warmer than warm!

Mass production and consumption
Took off at the end of the war.
Despite Kyoto and Cops and Cap’n trade
CO2 levels continue to soar.

Fossil fuels, factories and flying machines
All add their bit to a graph
That rises each year exponentially
When it ought to be falling by half.

The temperature curve, however,
Just will not play the game:
Rise, fall, rise for a century
Then 17 years the same!

Elaborate computer models
Are the IPCC’s crystal ball
None of which have predicted
The recent no-warming-at-all!

Climate Science is now a religion
Where AGW is PC
And the MSM censure everything
Bar the Gospel of IPCC.

So worship the great god Consensus,
Believe what it tells you is Truth;
Or else you’ll be branded Denier
And your views will be taken as proof!

High Priest Strong said at Rio –
Leaving Greens to fill in the gaps –
”Isn’t the only hope for the planet
That the industrialised nations collapse?”

Now that’s hardly a secret agenda;
The Club of Rome endorsed it too:
”All we need is the right major crisis…”
And the scapegoat is – you know who!

So now parties of all creeds and colours
Profess to this climate-smart code:
Nature should be a museum
Back in pre-industrial mode.

The Germans have ‘Energiewende’,
Exchanging nuclear power for coal;
The Brits import timber from Canada
To spruce up their CO2 goals.

The rest of the Greens look to EU
To tax us all off the map
Survivors will catch the Royal Virus,
Prince Philip – jolly old chap!

Meanwhile, in the real world, the future
Has billions of new mouths to feed.
So ‘power plants’ must be provided
To supply them with all that they need.

Electricity and food for all
Means carbon dioxide, you see,
In South America, Africa, Asia…
Rather than just you and me.

Now 400 parts per million
Historically speaking’s quite small
So it’s thanks to a gentle warming
That the planet is greening at all.

For ask any market gardener
What the Greenhouse Effect means to them
And they’ll tell you that king-sized veggies
Crave 1200 ppm.

The more CO2, then, the better;
Photosynthesis thrives on the stuff.
So frack up both oil and shale gas;
Of which there is more than enough.

And let us pray Global Warming
Doesn’t take a turn for the worse
As its cousin, Global Cooling,
Is definitely more of a curse.

For Climate Change is the default –
The null-hypothetical state.
On those that say Man overrides this
The burden of proof is great.

For the climate has always been changing;
Change is here to stay.
As King Canute showed on the seashore,
Man cannot keep Nature at bay!

So, historians, when you review our time
And our hysterical CO2 show,
Remember that Mankind can’t be blamed
For your landscape of ice and snow.

The impeachment song (Updated with Jihadists for deserter exchange)

The impeachment song: (To the tune of “Please release me, let me go”)

The latest verse now deals with the Jihadists for deserter prisoner exchange:

Ten* Jihadists did I free

for one deserter**, look at me;

breaking laws for all to see;

You gave me your vote, it had to be.

The whole song now goes like this:
.
Please impeach me, let me go
I can’t usurp it any more
Make decisions is a chore
and bargain, it is to me a bore.
.
I believed in change and hope.
It changed for worse, I cannot cope
I began to sulk and mope
I am at the end of my rope.
.
I have had all I can take
Dethrone me now for goodness sake
Lest a bigger mess I make
So check my credentials, I’m a fake.
.
I was made in U.S.A.,
but born in Kenya, so they say.
ineligible to play
commander, defrock me, don’t delay.
.
Nothing I did was a hit.
I acted more like a nit-wit.
Dad was just a drunken Brit.
Depose me, I’m not allowed to quit.
.
Please, I am but one lame duck
The grizzly moms have too much pluck
I am scared they’ll go amok
So boot me, your country starts to suck.
.
Sacrificed the SEAL team six
I heaved them all the old deep-six
Add Grand Treason to the mix
Disbar me! This dog has no more tricks.
.
Fast and Furious was my pace
And that’s how I did win the race.
It did blow up in my face
So launch me somewhere to outer space.
.
In Benghazi people died
And Hillary and Rice both lied.
I was AWOL, went to hide.
So face it: I’ve joined the other side.
.
AP bothered me with facts.
I spied on all their phone contacts.
That’s how a thin-skinned guy reacts,
My next move? Guantanamo barracks.
.
IRS was my best friend.
With thugs on which I did depend.
But they failed me in the end.
So jail me, or this will never end.
.
When those phony scandals broke
I shrugged my head, I’m just a bloke.
It’s not lies, I just misspoke.
I fooled you twice, now we all are broke.

VA healthcare, it is said:
Deny, delay until they’re dead.
Be found out, it is my dread
my epitaph will state: You have been had.

.

Ten* Jihadists did I free

for one deserter**, look at me;

breaking laws for all to see;

You gave me your vote, it had to be.

 

*Five Jihadists were released last year as a goodwill gesture to get the negotiations with the Taliban moving, then five more for the exchange.

** The charge of deserter is unproven. I chose to use it rather than the most probable term “defector”. I have to do it since Susan Rice prematurely declared he served with “honor and distinction” which is wrong to claim in the middle of an investigation.

The earlier verses on this video:

Some thoughts around the bird feeder. A Limerick.

A wonderland here at Penn State;

my camera and I lay in wait.

I am feeding the birds,

but I can’t find the words.

Praise God! Soon they’ll sing, find a mate.DSC_0006

The train-wreck that is Obama-care. A Song.

Train-wreck, train-wreck, I despair. Train-wrecked is Obama-care.obamacarestamp

Website broke beyond repair.  It is Obama-scare.

 

I’ll be lost without health-care, Go without I would not dare

My old plans don’t have a prayer, too good to be deemed fair.

 

Cost is more than doubled too. No, Sebelius, that won’t do.

But her attitude comes through: “I do not work for you”.

 

Crony-ism to the sky, Obama gave his reason why:

“No-one is more mad than I.” Wasn’t  that a true reply?

 

Train-wreck, train-wreck, I despair. Train-wrecked is Obama-scare.

Common sense was never there.  But Obama doesn’t care.

Solveig’s song

A week ago I became grandfather again. This time it was a spunky 4 pound 11 ounces little girl with amazing strength and cuter than anything I had seen before, but then again, I am only a grandfather.  My daughter-in law has always been fascinated with the Nordic and the music of Grieg, so they named her Solveig, and she came out singing for her food. So I checked the you-tube for Grieg’s Peer Gynt, specifically Solveig’s Song, and this is what I found.Solveig

The girl, Tomine Eide is an 11 year old Norwegian and this rendition moves me more than any mature, world renown soprano ever could. Listen for yourselves:

Here are the lyrics for Solveig’s song. (The girl is singing in the original Norwegian).

The winter may pass and the spring disappear
The spring disappear
The summer too will vanish and then the year
And then the year
But this I know for certain: you’ll come back again
You’ll come back again
And even as I promised you’ll find me waiting then
You’ll find me waiting then

Oh-oh-oh ….

God help you when wand’ring your way all alone
Your way all alone
God grant to you his strength as you’ll kneel at his throne
As you’ll kneel at his throne
If you are in heaven now waiting for me
In heaven for me
And we shall meet again love and never parted be
And never parted be!

Oh-oh-oh ….

One more phony verse to the Obama impeachment song.

One more verse to the Obama impeachment song:
When those phony scandals broke
I shrugged my head, I’m just a bloke.
It’s not lies, I just misspoke.
I fooled you twice, now we all are broke.
The complete song now goes as follows:
The impeachment song: (To the tune of “Please release me, let me go”)
.
Please impeach me, let me go
I can’t usurp it any more
Make decisions is a chore
and bargain, it is to me a bore.
.
I believed in change and hope.
It changed for worse, I cannot cope
I began to sulk and mope
I am at the end of my rope.
.
I have had all I can take
Dethrone me now for goodness sake
Lest a bigger mess I make
So check my credentials, I’m a fake.
.
I was made in U.S.A.,
but born in Kenya, so they say.
ineligible to play
commander, defrock me, don’t delay.
.
Nothing I did was a hit.
I acted more like a nit-wit.
Dad was just a drunken Brit.
Depose me, I’m not allowed to quit.
.
Please, I am but one lame duck
The grizzly moms have too much pluck
I am scared they’ll go amok
So boot me, your country starts to suck.
.
Sacrificed the SEAL team six
I heaved them all the old deep-six
Add Grand Treason to the mix
Disbar me! This dog has no more tricks.
.
Fast and Furious was my pace
And that’s how I did win the race.
It did blow up in my face
So launch me somewhere to outer space.
.
In Benghazi people died
And Hillary and Rice both lied.
I was AWOL, went to hide.
So face it: I’ve joined the other side.
.
AP bothered me with facts.
I spied on all their phone contacts.
That’s how a thin-skinned guy reacts,
My next move? Guantanamo barracks.
.
IRS was my best friend.
With thugs on which I did depend.
But they failed me in the end.
So jail me, or this will never end.
.
When those phony scandals broke
I shrugged my head, I’m just a bloke.
It’s not lies, I just misspoke.
I fooled you twice, now we all are broke.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4HcLMWbrz4&feature=player_detailpage

Forecast of drought in Britain brings record April showers. Time to change climate models?

It is hard to make predictions – especially about the future (Yogi Berra, Niels Bohr, et al.)

The Met Office has caused a storm of controversy after it was revealed their £30million supercomputer designed to predict climate change is one of Britain’s worst polluters.
The massive machine – the UK’s most powerful computer with a whopping 15 million megabytes of memory – was installed in the Met Office’s headquarters in Exeter, Devon.
With a total peak performance approaching 1 PetaFlop — equivalent to over 100,000 PCs and over 30 times more powerful than what was in place before. It is capable of 1,000 billion calculations every second to feed data to 400 scientists and uses 1.2 megawatts of energy to run – enough to power more than 1,000 homes.

So what glorious new and accurate information are they producing now?

Met Office 3-month Outlook
Period: April – June 2012 Issue date: 23.03.12

SUMMARY – PRECIPITATION:
The forecast for average UK rainfall slightly favours drier than average conditions for April-May-June as a whole, and also slightly favours April being the driest of the 3 months. With this forecast, the water resources situation in southern, eastern and central England is likely to deteriorate further during the April-May-June period. The probability that UK precipitation for April-May-June will fall into the driest of our five categories is 20-25% whilst the probability that it will fall into the wettest of our five categories is 10-15% (the 197-2000 climatological probability for each of these categories is 20%).

CONTEXT:
As a legacy of dry weather over many months water resources in much
of southern, eastern and central England remain at very low levels.
Winter rainfall in these areas has typically been about 70% of average,
whilst observations and current forecasts suggest that the final totals for
March will be below average here too. The Environment Agency advises
that, given the current state of soils and groundwater levels in these
areas, drought impacts in the coming months are virtually inevitable.

That was the prediction.

Ho well did they do?

Here is the result for April 2012:

2012 had wettest April for 100 years, Met Office says.

It has been the wettest April in the UK for over 100 years, with some areas seeing three times their usual average, figures from the Met Office show.

 

I am really impressed by their newfound forecasting ability.
So impressed I have written new lyrics to Merle Travis song: Sixteen tons (Popularized by Tennessee Ernie Ford)

Some people say people are made outta mud
Alarmists and warmists, they’re chewing their cud,
Chewing their cud and follow Al Gore
A mind that’s a-weak can you ask for much more?

More than one megawatt, and what did they get?
Another prognosis and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call ’em ’cause you must let ‘em be
They sold their souls to the IPCC.

They came in one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
They picked up their papers and continued the grind
They had sixteen conditions, mostly falsified bull
And the straw boss said “Well, a-bless my soul”.

More than one megawatt, and what did they get?
Another prognosis and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call ’em ’cause you must let ‘em be
They sold their souls to the IPCC.

They came in one mornin’, it was drizzelin’ rain
their prognoses had failed them again and again
The boss harshly told them, You will do many more
Do as I tell you, and agree with Al Gore.

More than one megawatt, and what did they get?
Another prognosis and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call ’em ’cause you must let ‘em be
They sold their souls to the IPCC.

The threatenin’ drought, it just didn’t last.
and hidin’ the warming that occurred in the past
Their ol’ man Mann and his hockey stick.
Conditions like that nothing ever will click.

More than one megawatt, and what did they get?
Another prognosis and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call ’em ’cause you must let ‘em be
They sold their souls to the IPCC.

(Here is an older version of the song:)

They passed Sixteen bills, and what did they get. A song.

They say that our congress is made outta mud,

They talk and they talk, they’re chewing their cud.

But Congress Republicans are hardly to blame,

The blame’s on the Democrats and that’s to their shame.

They passed sixteen bills and what did they get.

Another scolding and deeper in debt.

You tell Obama that he’s gotta go

To lead this country he is a no-show.

.

 

The Democrats in Congress is one helpless bunch,

No budget in three years, they are out to lunch,

And the stimulus bill was anything but.

 Just one more nail and their coffin is shut.

No budget is passed and what did they get.

Another five trillion to the national debt.

You tell Obama that he’s gotta go.

 To lead our country he is a no-show.

.

The job situation is still getting worse.

The lack of investments affecting our purse.

They bailed out the banks, some on foreign soil.

Squander like that and our blood starts to boil.

They printed three trillion bucks, and what did we get?

A downgraded credit and deeper in debt.

 You tell Obama that he’s gortta go.

 To lead this country he is a no-show.

Ode to Nancy Pelosi, Limerick song.

LEFT: Nancy Pelosi tries her best to explain her strange behavior.

RIGHT:Question: Why does an American Woman Infidel do the sign of the cross in the great Umayyad Mosque in Damascus Syria? Answer: Nancy Pelosi does the sign of the cross to pay her utmost respect to the skull of John the Baptist. House Speaker Nancy Pelosi looks at the tomb containing the head of St. John the Baptist inside the historic Umayyad Mosque, during her tour at a popular market in downtown Damascus, Syria, Tuesday April 3, 2007.

(President George W. Bush criticized the trip, saying it sends mixed signals to Syrian President Bashar Assad. )

Nancy Pelosi became speaker of the house in Jan 2007. What power does she have anyhow?

Let us take a look at the U.S. Constitution:

Section 7 – Revenue Bills, Legislative Process, Presidential Veto All bills for raising Revenue shall originate in the House of Representatives; but the Senate may propose or concur with Amendments as on other Bills. Section 8 – Powers of Congress The Congress shall have Power To lay and collect Taxes, Duties, Imposts and Excises, to pay the Debts and provide for the common Defence and general Welfare of the United States; but all Duties, Imposts and Excises shall be uniform throughout the United States;

How has our economy been performing since she took the reins of the purse strings? There is an interesting article by Mark Trumbull, Staff writer of The Christian Science Monitor / February 21, 2007 : Despite the ongoing costs of US military campaigns in Iraq and Afghanistan, the outlook for the federal budget has grown substantially brighter. Tax revenues are rising much faster than spending, according to Treasury Department numbers released last week. The recent trend is strong enough that, were it to continue, the budget could move into surplus in barely a year, one economist calculates. Already, the federal deficit is shrinking toward about half the size that it has averaged since 1970, when analyzed as a percentage of gross domestic product. The shift reflects a strong economy, with higher incomes and corporate profits generating a bigger flow of tax revenue. In turn, the Treasury’s progress could help the economy by buoying investor confidence in the nation’s fiscal position. Some experts say the budget could achieve balance in the short run of the next few years. In unveiling its proposed budget this month, the Bush administration forecast black ink on the federal ledger in 2012. The nonpartisan Congressional Budget Office (CBO), in its recent annual outlook, also shows a surplus for that year. So, after three and a half year of Nancy Pelosi, how are we doing? I can only say it has gone from good to bad to verse:

Ode to Nancy Pelosi, Limerick style.

Since Nancy Pelosi took over the gavel 

Was our economy quick to unravel.

 She is more than bad,

The worst that we had.

We finally stopped contemplating our navel.

.

Since Nancy Pelosi took over as speaker

Our job situation has gotten much weaker

 All jobs that are lost

Since she got the post

And as for advise, shame to all who still seek her.

.

For Nancy Pelosi, Majority Leader

The Chinese exploiters a life-line did feed her

Our debt load increased

Four trillions at least

We all must this fall go and vote to unseat her

.

For Nancy Pelosi, known Tea Party hater

Gets scared when the grandmothers start to berate her

It does go to show

That she doesn’t know

The Tea Party is a great hate dissipater.

©2010 Lennart Bilén.

Ode to Nancy Pelosi, Limerick song.

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