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Hwaet!

Hwaet! The icy teeth of the frost giant     Clamp cruelly down on the mead hall. Hothur has us                                  In his thrall. House-Karls, quick,                        Fetch fir logs! Stoke

Hwaet!

The icy teeth                           of the frost giant Clamp cruelly                         down on the mead hall. Hothur has us                         in his thrall. House-Karls,

Wrongs But No Rights

The Israeli Air Force has bombed   a Palestinian refugee camp full of unarmed civilians in Jenin, killing a number of people.  Israel maintained that the people included known terrorists. Almog Cohen, member of the Israeli Parliament and head of the Jewish Power Party, complimented the murderers: “Nice, professional work by the fighters in Jenin. Keep

Corpses

Corpses You can take my gun when you pry it from my cold, dead hands. – NRA catchphrase If gun ownership were more stringently restricted, there would be fewer dead bodies. – Logical Conclusion

Corpses

You can take my gun when you pry it from my cold, dead hands. – NRA catchphrase If gun ownership were more stringently restricted, there would be fewer dead bodies. – Logical Conclusion

Consistency

Consistency Black gets a capital B, I’m woke. Brown should get one too, okey-doke. Anglos are shades of pink, not white, But never mind, capital double-you’s right. And while we’re at it, capital G For the little Green Men we’ll see When the UFOs land, for consistency.

Miniver Cheevy

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn Grew lean while he assailed the seasons. He wept that he was ever born, And he had his reasons. Miniver loved the days of old When swords were sharp and steeds were prancing. The vision of a warrior bold Would set him dancing. Miniver sighed for what was not, And

What I Am

At eighty I’ve become a foolish one And I cannot deny my silly state. Time’s winged chariot is about to run Me down and drag me to my fate. Yet I can choose what kind of fool to be: An old curmudgeon in high dudgeon, I Can rant at those who don’t agree with me.