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Saturday, August 02, 2008

Is Saint Obama Ready to Make His Second Coming?

Sophisticated humor is the last thing you'd expect from this year's US presidential election campaign. But McCain's campaign has actually succeeded in that major and welcome feat. Here's Saint Obama making his Second Coming. But is he ready?

I know that there's enough to be depressed about. Olmert's "resignation" was a fake-out. He promises to resign if and when a new leader chosen by his Kadimah Party in its September 17th primary succeeds in forming a new government. That might not be till November. Meanwhile a criminal suspect subject to SIX criminal investigations plans to continue as prime minister of the ancient nation of Israel, heirs to 3,500 years of civilization since the Tablets of the Law were handed down on Mount Sinai. I know it's a disgrace. Meanwhile, entertain yourself with the Second Coming of Obama.

Withal, this is not an endorsement of McCain. Thanks to Little Green Footballs for the film.

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Coming: More on Obama the war candidate -- his mask drops with a loud bang, More on the anti-Jewish racism of the "Peace Process," Jews in Jerusalem, Hebron, the Land of Israel, archeological updates, peace follies, propaganda, etc.



  • The Bight

    At low tide like this how sheer the water is.

    White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare

    and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches,

    Absorbing, rather than being absorbed,

    the water in the bight doesn't wet anything,

    the color of the gas flame turned as low as possible.

    One can smell it turning to gas; if one were Baudelaire

    one could probably hear it turning to marimba music.

    The little ocher dredge at work off the end of the dock

    already plays the dry perfectly off-beat claves.

    The birds are outsize. Pelicans crash

    into this peculiar gas unnecessarily hard.

    it seems to me, like pickaxes,

    rarely coming up with anything to show for it,

    and going off with humorous elbowings,

    Black-and-white man-of-war birds soar

    on impalpable drafts

    and open their tails like scissors on the curves

    or tense them like wishbones, till they tremble.

    The frowsy sponge boats keep coming in

    with the obliging air of retrievers,

    bristling with jackstraw gaffs and hooks

    and decorated with bobbles of sponges.

    There is a fence of chicken wire along the dock

    where, glinting like little plowshares,

    the blue-gray shark tails are hung up to dry

    for the Chinese-restaurant trade.

    Some of the little white boats are still piled up

    against each other, or lie on their sides, stove in,

    and not yet salvaged, if they ever will be, from the last bad storm.

    like torn-open, unanswered letters.

    the bight is littered with old correspondences.

    Click. Click. Goes the dredge,

    and brings up a dripping jawful of marl.

    All the untidy activity continues,

    awful but cheerful.

    ----- by cheap runescape gold

    By Blogger aoc gold, at 3:49 AM  

  • Nice blog~

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:52 PM  

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