A Saudi prince is reported to have warned his nation that is needs to become less oil-dependent and diversify its economy.  The threat to stability comes from shale-rock fracking technology that increases supply and cuts global demand for Saudi oil exports.  This post is not a slap at the Saudis, however; but, is directed at all commodity dependent economies like Russia and Venezuela who likewise have become lazily reliant on oil revenues.  For in truth, fracking is just the tip of the iceberg in technology advances that eventually will revolutionize the world energy picture.

(To tune of, “Goodnight Sweetheart,” by Ray Noble, Jimmy Campbell and Reg Connelly)

Good luck Saudis
We don’t need your oil now
Good luck Saudis
Found more in our soil now
Shale rock fracking
Pulls oil from the shale
Brings pail after pail
The ‘Dear John’s” in the mail

Good luck Saudis
We’ve found rich formations
Good luck Saudis
We’ll supply more nations
Call us rude now
Spot prices drop for crude now
Good luck Saudis, to you

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Argentina is following close on the heels of Venezuela towards disaster.  But without the oil revenue, it may overtake its model.  Debt default and cash controls won’t pave a road towards economic growth.  What grows is inflation, yet,  President Kirchner persists.


(To tune of “Don’t Cry for me Argentina,” by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice from London and Broadway show, “Evita”)

Who’ll cry for you Argentina?
You’re drowning like Venezuela
Those charming Kirchners
A total failure
Fed by delusions
Fashion regalia

Who are they kidding? Look where you are
Trying what didn’t work in the USSR
Pure Socialism
When seen through a prism, no light filters through
And life’s not better
In fact, life’s unbearable, what’s one to do?
Your leaders don’t answer
They haven’t a clue

Who’ll cry for you Argentina?
You’re sailing with Venezuela
On dream-filled oceans
A leaky wailer
The sea is angry
Poor drunken sailor

Don’t dance your tangos, don’t sing your songs
As long as this government reigns
A fiesta is wrong, music doesn’t belong here
Joy is too foolish
Only fools call a dance when the future is gone?
And what do they tell you?
Your president says “Tango-on.”

Who’ll cry for you Argentina?
You’re battered and broken-hearted
A proud beloved land
Those who’ve departed
Feel lost and cheated
These populistas,
Must be defeated

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There has been a monsoon of indignant shock expressed by world leaders at the revelation of U.S. spying on its allies.  Of course, every other country with capabilities is doing the same.  A country is your counted friend until it no longer serves its leaders’ selfish ideation of national interest.  So, what’s new? Here’s what some world leaders might be thinking.

(To tune of “Can’t We Be Friends,” by Paul James & Kay Swift (1929))

Verse – Merkel
I thought that we were allies at last
Left the past
How the iron curtain descends
When eyes of spies abound
Don’t say, “Can’t we be friends?”

Verse – Putin
I thought the cold war frigid as old
Love that cold
Oh, the propaganda this lends
Here is your common ground
Don’t say, “Can’t we be friends?”

Bridge – All
Spy, don’t get caught
Was the credo we’d bought
‘Till Snowden blew off the lid
Indeed he did, indeed he did!

Verse – Obama
I thought there were just tongue & cheek rules
Kept by fools
Justify the means to your ends
A policy profound
But now, “Can’t we be friends?”

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This post is dedicated to habitual non-filers who procrastinate and fail to submit an annual tax return by the prescribed due date for filing.

(To traditional blues riff)

I’ve got a bad case of taxitis
My stomach’s tied up in a knot
The doctor says it’s not colitis
But a tax ailment that I’ve got
I haven’t filed my tax return
The worry is making my stomach churn

I could have filed for an extension
Just didn’t have the bucks to pay
Now to my wife I dare not mention
That I have missed tax filing day
She wouldn’t like that sort of news
She’d aggravate these mean tax blues

Oh Well I’ve tried psychology
The doctors told me to confess
I’ve looked into biology
Learned my whole system is a mess
Need I explain taxology?
“Everyone’s scared to death,
Of the IRS”

I’ve got a bad case of taxitis
Worse than I’ve ever had before
It pains me more than tendonitis
Afraid of every knock at my door
Fearing it could be the tax collector
I can’t handle the stress anymore

Feel like a criminal caught in the crime
Next year, I swear, to file on time

© 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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This post is neither for nor against the actions of NSA leaker Edward Snowden.  But, certainly one cannot fail to see the irony of his seeking asylum in such democratic stalwarts as Russia, Ecuador, Venezuela and Bolivia.

(To tune of “You Say You Want a Revolution,” by Lennon and McCartney)

They want me to get out of Russia
Well you know,
If Putin says to go, you go
‘Cause if you don’t the state will crush ya,
Well, I know,
‘Cause Khordorkovsky told me so

They got want they want from me without a cent
Now, I’m a political embarrassment
I’m alright
It’s not what I want
But I’m alright

They want me down in Venezuela
Well, oh no
I would rather go to jail
Madura is a far worse jailer
Well you know
That whole country is a jail

So if it’s democracy I’m mad about
Why would I go to where all rights they’d flout?
That’s not right
Not what I want
But I’m alright

Asylum waits in Nicaragua
Well you know
Ortega would pretend
He’ll write the ending to my saga
But I know
That no communist’s a friend

I don’t want revolution, no not me
But, let them protect you out of being free?
It’s not right
Not what I want
But I’m alright

Some say that I’ve committed treason
Well, not quite
I’m not against the USA
I had a patriotic reason
That’s right
Secrets should see the light of day

And if you’ve read Orwell then you can’t ignore
That we’re on the brink of “1984.”
It’s not right
Not what I want
But I’m alright

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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