UNDECIDED

President Obama had unwisely declared that the use of poison gas in Syria would be a game-changer, a red-line event.  Now he asserts that line has been crossed by the Syrian regime.  Yet, he hesitates to back up his admonition.  In my view, he should not have publicly announced a red-line and the U.S. should not intervene in the Syrian civil war.  But now the credibility of the U.S. President is on the line.  So, do we drop bombs and launch missiles to salvage reputation?  Does anyone really believe that launching a few missiles against Syria on conflicted evidence that it was the Syrian government that ordered Saran gas to be deployed will deter Iran from continuing its efforts to obtain a nuclear weapon?  The President has already been revealed as uncertain; the damage already done need not be exacerbated by a starting another misguided war that will unleash who knows what.  Who will benefit from our action? Certainly not the Syrian people, more of whom have died from bombs and guns than from gas. Passing off the decision to congress has activated a furious episode of political calculation.  What stirs deepest consternation is the sound of the cynical D.C. minds clicking away at deciding which side to take for political advantage.

UNDECIDED
(To tune of “Undecided” by Charles Shavers and Sid Robin (1939))

First he says he will
And then he won’t
Biden says, “We must.”
But then he don’t
He’s undecided and
A President must decide

Now he’s says it’s on
And then it’s off
Then he says, “We’ll see,”
World leaders scoff.
He’s undecided and
A President must decide.

He’s been sitting on the fence
While the whole world’s in suspense
They declare his words are all pretense
In big headlines
He said he’d back down that Assad
But, the angry Arab wouldn’t nod
Now he hesitates to use the rod
Why draw red-lines?

Truman said, “The buck
stops here,” until,
Obama passed the buck
Onto the Hill.
He’s undecided and
A President must decide.

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OBAMA THE RED-NOSED LEADER

OBAMA THE RED-NOSED LEADER
(To the tune of, “Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer,” by Johnny Marks, made famous by Gene Autry’s recording)

Putin’s exploiting Snowden
‘Cause it makes Obama mad
December when he’s snowed-in
Snowden won’t be quite as glad

Russians are always spied on
Snowden will be watched as well
Such irony stings like frost-bite
But who will listen when he’ll yell?

He leaked secrets to the press
About the NSA
They’re unhappy, what a mess
Caught snooping in the U.S.A.

Now all the Russian’s love him
For making, through embarrassment,
Obama the red-nosed leader
Of the U.S. government

Additional verses

Moscow is home to snowmen
That frolic in the midnight glow
When winter comes he’ll know then
Whistleblowers can’t spend snow

Putting his trust in Putin
Is lolling in the lion’s track
Rudely he’ll learn the truth when
Putin stabs him in the back

He leaked secrets to the press
Of wrongs the world should see
Where did he run off to confess?
Straight to the former KGB.

Now all the Russian’s love him
For making, through embarrassment,
Obama the red-nosed leader
Of the U.S. government

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CAN’T WE BE FRIENDS?

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.

CAN’T WE BE FRIENDS?
(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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A MAN WITH FIRE

A MAN WITH FIRE
(To tune of “The Man I Love,” by George and Ira Gershwin)

We prayed he’d come along
A man with fire
He’d sing us a new song
One to inspire
We didn’t know his name
But recognized him when he came

He stood on higher ground
Morality
A trait not often found
Throughout DC
Republicans may squirm
But he deserves a second term

In an office held by few men
There were failures, he was human
Still like FDR and Truman
Given time there, he will do just fine there

 He cared about our health
Long overdue
Regardless of one’s wealth
He fought for you
It’s coming to the wire
I’m voting for
The man with fire

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MITT AND RYAN

MITT AND RYAN
(To tune of “Love and Marriage” by Sammy Cahn and Jimmy Van Heusen)

Mitt and Ryan
Mitt and Ryan
Form a ticket that is awe inspirin’
Hear them as they grandstand
Shouting slogans straight from Ayn Rand

Mitt and Ryan
Mitt and Ryan
“Trickle-down” they’re selling but who’s buyin?”
Kneel and pray to Reagan
And if you won’t they’ll call you pagan

To them needing help is weak, “you’re
Lazy, if idle”
Mitt’s foot is always in his mouth
He needs a good bridle

Mitt and Ryan
Mitt and Ryan
Poised to be the bane of plain folks tryin’
To end a hard-times trauma
We don’t need them
We don’t need them
We don’t need them
Elect Obama!

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THE CANDIDATES’ DEBATE SONG

The presidential debates will soon be upon us.  This post is not intended to stand for or against either candidate.  Rather, it is a statement about the shallowness of the campaign, the disingenuous jibe, the lack of content in the debate and the contempt expressed in this fashion for the intelligence of the American voter.  The debates will more or less follow this script.  It begins with the candidates statements and counter statements.  As it progresses, the script deviates to not what they will say, but what we will hear.

THE CANDIDATES’ DEBATE SONG
(To tune of, “I can Do Anything Better than you Can,” by Irving Berlin, from 1946 Broadway Musical, “Annie Get Your Gun.)

The candidates:
Governor Romney (Gov)
President Obama (Pres)

Verses:
Gov: I can create jobs much better than you can
…I can create jobs much better than you
Pres: No you can’t
Gov: Yes I can
Pres: No you can’t
Gov: Yes I can, yes I can!

Pres: I can kill terrorists deader than you can
…I can kill terrorists deader than you
Gov: No you can’t
Pres:  Yes I can
Gov: No you can’t
Pres: Yes I can, yes I can!

Bridge:
Gov: I can trim the budget, or, if not, I’ll fudge it
Pres:  With most left less healthy, and the few more wealthy?
Gov:  It will trickle down
…to the farm and town
Pres:  In debts,
…for the middle class to drown

Verses:
Gov: I can raise twice-as-much money as you can
… I can raise twice-as-much money as you
Pres: No you can’t
Gov: Yes I can
Pres: No you can’t
Gov: Yes I can, yes I can!

Pres: I can use super Pacs meaner than you can
… I can use super Pacs meaner than you
Gov: No you can’t
Pres: Yes, I can
Gov: No you can’t
Pres: Yes I can, yes I can!

Bridge:
Gov: I can keep a secret, when I need to keep it
Pres:  That sounds rather creepy, folks had better keep me
Gov:  Laugh now, I’ll be in your house
Pres:  Will you paint it green?
Gov: Why not?
Pres:  In cash from Bain, you mean? 

Verses:
Gov: I can distort so much better than you can
…I can distort so much better than you
Pres: No, you can’t
Gov: Yes, I can
Pres: No you can’t
Gov: Yes I can, yes I can!

Gov: I’m the most well-financed candidate, I am
…Am I well qualified, haven’t a clue
Pres: not a clue?
Gov: Not one clue
Pres:  Not a clue?
Gov: Same as you, same as you!

Bridge:

Gov: I’d invade Iraq
Pres: Ah, we’ve been there and back
Gov:  Then I’ll bomb Damascus
Pres: You mean, if they ask us?
Gov: I would do anything
Pres:  Would you help the poor?
Gov:  Not that
Pres:  Well, of least of that you’re sure

Verses:
Pres:  I can blame congress much better than you can
…I can blame congress much better than you
Gov: That’s untrue
Pres: It is true
Gov:  That’s untrue
Pres: It is true, it is true!

 Gov: I can please lobbyists faster than you can
…I can please lobbyists faster than you.
Pres: No you can’t
Gov:  Yes I can
Pres: No you can’t
Gov:  Yes I can. Yes I can!

Together:  Can we do that? You can bet your vote we can! 

 Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg
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IN NEED OF MAGIC DRAGONS

IN NEED OF MAGIC DRAGONS
(To tune of “Puff the Magic Dragon,” by Leonard Lipton and Peter Yarrow, made popular by Yarrow’s folk group, Peter, Paul and Mary (1963)).           

President Obama
Now lives in D.C.
And Puff the Magic Dragon
Once lived in Hannah Lee

ButWashington’s a mean place
And dreamers dare not be
Where politics a game is played
Without frivolity

Where people in the While House
Hate people on the hill
And members of the Congress all
Return the same ill-will

But now it’s been three years and
The ring is there to tell
Two parties in far corners
Wait for the fighter’s bell.

Both throwing sucker punches
The low blows say it all
Knock down the eyed opponent
Though the country might just fall

Meanwhile we the people
Are trying just to live
No one’s cheering for their sport
We have no joy to give

We love our constitution
Checks, balances, give thanks
But now the checks are bouncing
And the balances fill banks

Our founders once high-minded
Were principled enough
To argue and yet compromise
On issues that were tough

Today we’ve mansy-pansies
Small men with brittle pride
Who place above the country’s good
One or the other side

 And Puff the Magic Dragon
Comes not where no one dreams
He’d not know how to frolic
In this place of selfish schemes

 But we could use his magic
Bring Puff there to D.C.
Some frolicking might help those men
See what they fail to see

Let’s summon Jackie Piper
And we’ll all meet him where
We’ll dream a bunch of dragon dreams
They’re sorely needed there

To see again as children
A world big without plots
With eyes as wide as oceans
And brains not tied in knots

Young hopeful expectations
And dreams round all the bends
And days of loved imaginings
And dragons for our friends

And maybe then in Congress
That magic would take hold
And Puff would move the people there
To dare when dreams are told

For dragons though we can’t see
Are with us still today
Close your eyes, remembering
Those endless days of play

All life is just a playground
And Congress is the same
For it’s not if you win or lose
But, how you play the game.

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