Miscellany

A Lamentation for These Times

I wrote this in 1998, a short time after meeting with the awakening which led to my writing the material found here at Christogenea.

Try to build yourself a life that's void of all disorder,
naively thinking that no one can penetrate your borders.
But media will conjure fear and stir up much confusion
the tyrants use to justify continuing intrusion.
This fabricated madness that they call "democracy"
intoxicates the masses into thinking that they're free.
How sad it is they'll never learn, these leaders they've elected
by oligarchs in secret deals were long ago selected.

Absurdity

Equal opportunity is mandated from the bench.
We all know that pigs can fly, horses bolt and monkeys wrench.
Forget those SATs, even if they can't spell 'phonics'
You'll enroll more donkeys: it's no matter with ebonics!

Laboratory elephants are very hard to keep
But now the rats have unionized, and in Congo labor's cheap.
Want to take up engineering? Sue to lower the bar.
If algebra is not endearing, your first bridge won't fall far!

Heil Teapot! Will the Whining Ever End? Perhaps not until the pot is permanently empty...

Now the thought police are whining that an item as innocuous as a teapot invokes images of history's second-most-hated man (the first, of course, being Jesus Christ). The jews never let it die. Every time they can capitalize on their so-called shoah - the single biggest hoax in history - they do so. Here it is in advertising. And now JC Penney, a jewish company, is the target of their vitriol. Read the original article at Business Insider:

The Tea Kettle On This JCPenney Billboard Looks A Lot Like Hitler

Recessional

Recessional, by Rudyard Kipling

God of our fathers, known of old --
Lord of our far-flung battle line --
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine --
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget -- lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies --
The Captains and the Kings depart --
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget -- lest we forget!

The Farmer and the Stork, from Aesop's Fables

A FARMER placed nets on his newly-sown plowlands and caught a number of Cranes, which came to pick up his seed. With them he trapped a Stork that had fractured his leg in the net and was earnestly beseeching the Farmer to spare his life. "Pray save me, Master," he said, "and let me go free this once. My broken limb should excite your pity. Besides, I am no Crane, I am a Stork, a bird of excellent character; and see how I love and slave for my father and mother. Look too, at my feathers-they are not the least like those of a Crane." The Farmer laughed aloud and said, "It may be all as you say, I only know this: I have taken you with these robbers, the Cranes, and you must die in their company."

Your fate may be the same as that of the company you keep.

The Song of the White Men

THE SONG OF THE WHITE MEN
   by Rudyard Kipling, 1899

Now this is the cup the White Men drink
...When they go to right a wrong,
And that is the cup of the old world's hate -
...Cruel and stained and strong.
We have drunk that cup-and a bitter, bitter cup -
...And tossed the dregs away.
But well for the world when the White Men drink
...To the dawn of the White Man's day!