Doug Wilson's Letter From America

With Apologies to Lord Byron . . .

Obama Nation Building
Written by Douglas Wilson
Tuesday, March 16, 2010

THE DESTRUCTION OF OMAMACARE

The nannies came down like the wolf on the fold,
Their promises gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their foreheads was like grease on the road,
Where a blue Hummer hit a nocturnal toad.

Like the leaves of the forest when the Fed is in bloom,
That host and their trillions came fluttering doom:
Like the leaves of the forest when autumn has blown,
That huge pile of money lay withered and gone.

For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of this mountain of cash;
And the eyes of the bankers waxed deadly and chill,
And their loans, once so mighty, grew sluggish and still.

And the national debt with his nostrils all wide,
Lay dead on the turf, with no breath to his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the ground,
As cold as the interest for the yen or the pound.

And there lay Obama distorted and pale,
With China all nervous, preparing to bale.
So his speeches are silent, his lies now alone,
His spinners unbooked, the soundbytes unblown.

And the widows of Wall Street are loud in their wail,
And the bankers are broke in the temples of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Has been deemed as now melted in the glance of the Lord!