South Korean uses his knife on the U.S. ambassador to S. Korea. And where do they take Mr. Ambassador for treatment?
Why, to Severance Hospital, of course.
A friend sent me an email purporting to show some recently declassified aerial photos from 9–11.
I looked at it a while and then for some reason started thinking about Barack Obama’s relentless IT’S NOT ISLAM campaign and Dr. Seuss’ Sam I Am. That got me started searching the keyboard for rhyming couplets and sent the rewards of my search to my friend. I kind of liked the result. OK, it’s not Shelley or Wordsworth or even decent Seuss but I thought it was kinda cute.
Now that the Internet is littered with the astral bodies of delicate souls who cannot, even though he sat in a church for 20 years while the preacher God-Damned America, bear to be informed that somebody somewhere suspects that Barack Obama just may not be America’s biggest fan, it occurs to me that we can save those soggy-spirited twits all sorts of diabolical stress disorders if we resort to poetry. Who can object to poetry? So here ’tis -
On Being Sent Pictures of 9-11
Please show us not pictures of Muslims and murder. Who caused burning people to jump from a girder.Whose Allahu Akbar means We are assassins and have destroyed lives from Peru to Parnassus.For our leaders all fear we are such bitter clingers Our response will be deadly like scorpions' stingers.We must take off our shoes every time we go flying But who blames that on Muslims must surely be lying.For the very word Islam means Peace we are told as be-headings, kidnappings, and burnings unfoldThe Islamic State must be a mnemonic for our leader insists they're not one bit Islamic.As we sing of Obama's great patriot's loyalty while he clears the way for the planet's new royalty.
Well, that’s it. Feel free to have a go.