Under Ottoman Empire treaty with Catherine the Great if Crimea declares independence it returns to Turkey — Headline from the Voices of Ukraine website

Attention all dictators with imperial ambitions

Conquests often come attached with footnotes and conditions

 

There isn’t any nation so disorganized and poor

It doesn’t have a lawyer on its diplomatic corps

 

The country you annexed or stole or conquered in a war

May be subject to a treaty from two centuries before

 

The Caucasus are full of little quirky traps and snags

So better do a Google search before you plant those flags.

 

Going back in history the records may get murky

And so a word of caution for the bureaucrats in Turkey

 

If you claim Crimea and decide that you should press on

Prepare to get a letter from the heirs of Kublai Khan

Speaking at the Conservative Political Action Conference, Ryan said Republicans offer their constituents “ideas” while Democrats offer a “full stomach and an empty soul.”

He then told an anecdote he said was relayed to him by Eloise Anderson, Wisconsin Gov. Scott Walker’s (R) Department of Children and Families secretary.

“She once met a young boy from a very poor family, and every day at school, he would get a free lunch from a government program,” Ryan said.

“He told Eloise he didn’t want a free lunch. He wanted his own lunch, one in a brown-paper bag just like the other kids,” he continued. “He wanted one, he said, because he knew a kid with a brown-paper bag had someone who cared for him. This is what the left does not understand.”

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Nothing makes me feel such utter

Anomie as peanut butter

Mac and cheese or Swiss and ham

Handed out by Uncle Sam.

And I don’t know why Harry Reid

Doesn’t understand my need

To be just like every other

Kid whose lunch comes from his mother.

 

The government will crush our soul

Forcing us onto the dole.

Turns us into welfare-staters

Dependent on those welfare taters.

 

Kids do not live by tunafish

Alone, and if I had my wish,

I would just give up the cream

Of chicken soup. My self-esteem,

My dignity, Paul Ryan knows,

Can’t be bought with Sloppy Joes.

And so, until we can restore

Dignity to all third-graders

Tax breaks for the job creators,

Please sir, can I have some more?

New Yorkers brave the streets in flannel, fleece and down and Gore-Tex

Conserving all their body heat for their cerebral cortex

Lest their brains be frozen by the dreaded Arctic Vortex

 

The East Coast has been turned into a giant North Polarium

You have to wear an overcoat to sit in your solarium

Icebergs clog the rivers and they float in your aquarium

 

TV tells the story as it shows pathetic scenes

Of mammoth drifts on Sutton Place that block the limousines

Of people you might see on covers of your magazines.

The snowplows all are busy up in Harlem or in Queens.

 

And though it sometimes seems the weather can’t get any horrida

And it can be quite tempting to imagine someplace torrida

I’d rather be here any day, than anywhere in Florida.

The trolley’s speeding, clackety-click

The motorman’s asleep.

The rails are icy, wet and slick

The downhill grade is steep.

 

It’s heading for a grisly fate.

The scene is stark and graphic–

Just beyond the crossing gate

A schoolbus, stuck in traffic!

 

It’s been there since yesterday

It can’t get out of Fort Lee

All we can do now is pray

For someone large and portly

 

Who could be shoved or pushed or rolled–

Look, up on the bridge!

That guy could stop a trolley cold!

He’s bigger than a fridge!

 

The Greeks gave us philosophy

The greatest minds to test and tax

Dispensing with all sophistry:

Would you throw the fat man on the tracks?

 

Oh, brave new world to which you’re born!

Already you’re on Twitter.

If you’re hungry or forlorn

Just tweet @Babysitter.

 

So lucky you, society

Will fill your needs and wants.

A Miley Cyrus DVD,

Or donut-shaped croissants.

Stuff you didn’t know you’d bought

Will show up at your door.

Google knows your every thought

And orders it. Before

A passing fancy might be gone,

Fulfilment is a fait a-

-ccompli, now that Amazon

Turns wishes into data.

 

The car you drive will steer itself

You’ll buy new knees right off the shelf

And robots will attach them.

And you might live a thousand years

Thanks to genetic engineers

Who’ll take your genes and patch them.

 

The triumph of technology

At last has been completed.

Good news for humanity!

Too bad about the chimpanzee

The polar bear, the honeybee,

And other out-competed

Species that could not adapt

The ones that will get swamped or trapped

By the rising sea.

 

And if you never feel the snow

At least you won’t be cold.

And as for me, I’ll have you know,

I’m awfully glad I’m old.

Welcome, friends and lovers all

To the Newsverse Christmas ball

Hop a bus or Citibike

Grab a cab or hitch a hike

There’ll be lots of caviar

The Rolling Stones, an open bar,

Pills and drugs, so get here pronto

Rob Ford is coming from Toronto.

 

Let us all, from both New Yorks,

Open bottles, pop the corks

On a pinot grigio

For Mayor Bill di Blasio

Twitter and its IPO

And Pope Jorge Bergoglio!

Let’s inscribe upon papyrus

Greetings warm to Miley Cyrus!

Any minute she’ll start twerking

And who’s that in the corner lurking?

Is it David Frum, or Brooks?

Casting nervous sideways looks?

Want to party, fear to lose

Their neckties, glasses, jackets, shoes…

Or is it they can’t bear to shed

Their stuffy fogey old-guy cred?

Come on fellas, take a break!

Join us in the Harlem Shake.

And welcome to our friendly circle

Edward Snowden, Angela Merkel–

We didn’t get her Repondez

But, credit to the NSA,

We know she’s coming anyway.

Set out milk, a plate of strudel

For Santa Claus’s quick canoodle

With Megyn Kelly! These occasions

Have deep meaning to Caucasians,

Although, frankly, call me crazy

I think she’s got her eye on Jay-Z.

The duck-call guy with the bushy beard

Wandered off and disappeared

Holding hands with Elton John.

Everybody, get it on!

Not one to let ill-feelings fester

John Boehner’s having a sequester

Hiding in the darkest shadow

On a couch with Rachel Maddow.

So let us give much-needed love

To the folks at Healthcare-gov

And shower some Obamacare

On a lonely billionaire.

A fat nominee could be exactly what a Republican Party needs to shed its image as out of touch with ordinary Americans. Daniel Allott in Politico

If you’re sick of hearing that you ought to eat more kale

And broccoli and tofu and fresh fruit

If you hate your boss’s kid because he went to Yale

And Obama ‘cause he’s shaped just like a flute

 

And if you think that jogging is depravity

And if your nickname is the Big Galoot

Choose the guy pulled hardest by Earth’s gravity

Who never could be called an empty suit.

 

If you’ve got some padding on your tushie

And if you feel resentful of the svelte

Cast a vote for someone crude and pushy

Whose necktie stops three inches from his belt

 

In another Sandy or Katrina

He’s the one who wouldn’t bend or sway

A President built like a ballerina

Would end up floating out in Sheepshead Bay

 

The middle class is in a pinch

Their belts have started tightening.

Measured by the pound and inch,

The candidates are frightening.

 

So each ascends the platform and he parrots

The gospel of austerity and hurt.

They want to make you eat your peas and carrots.

Cast a vote for seconds on dessert.

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