Massachusetts Primaries (Special Election Edition)

This is an election day in Massachusetts... Go!
 Current expectation is for turnout to be low.

We have got a Senate seat that we have got to fill

Even though Mo Cowan has agreed to stay until

We get through this process - like the Primaries today.

Democrats lean Markey but the GOP's in play.

Mostly because Gomez and Mike Sullivan are close;

Sullivan's more qualified but Gabriel's verbose...

Very like a Scott Brown clone; he's handsome and seems nice.

Our Republicans have hopes that formula works twice.

So, I'm off to do my civic duty...  You should too

If you live in Massachusetts it's the thing to do.

Syria - What Do You Do When All of Your Options Suck?

(Photo/Slate.com)

Assad's using Sarin gas - or so it would appear.

Evidence, they're saying, isn't absolutely clear.

Assad told the UN they could look but changed his mind,

Indicating he's afraid of what they're gonna find.

President Obama said that gas would cross a line;

(I guess bombing your civilian population's fine)

John McCain, and others, say that line has now been crossed

Thus, we have to arm the rebels, never mind the cost.

You can't guarantee which way a well-armed rebel aims.

When it turns to civil war, guess who the region blames.

I think, first, we need to get the Russians on our side.

Only way to do that is to prove Assad has lied.

Give AID to the countries where most Syrians have fled;

Make sure they have shelter, clothes, and water - that they're fed.

Prove guilt beyond shadow of a doubt before we start

Interfering as a country tears itself apart.

28 of 30

Today, seems the well has run dry.

Although I've tried very hard I

Have nothing to say

That's not a cliche'

But here is my old college try.

30 Days of Rhymes

Figures.

30 poems - 30 days...  There's just a couple more.

Probably that's just as well since it's become a chore.

Weekdays there's no competition for computer time;

Weekends I must get in line to try and post a rhyme.

Dear NaPoWriMo... Not A Haiku

An illness has caused me to rhyme.

Today, though, I don't have the time.

A poet, like you,

Writes lovely haiku

While I find a lim'rick sublime.

The Smoking Non-Gun

Thermal image of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev hiding in a boat last Friday night.

Spent the week insisting law enforcement is the best;

Everyone has heard the tapes of Friday night's arrest,

Told ourselves how brave we were; that we were "Boston Strong."

Story that was told to us - apparently - was wrong.

'though the car he stole was only blocks from where he hid,
Thousands of our finest searched and couldn't find the kid.

Made it less than half a mile once he began to run.
Cops have torn his route apart; they didn't find a gun.

Once the owner of the boat got searchers back on track,

We were told Dzhokhar shot at them; officers shot back.

Bullets flew, explosions lit the sky - but now it seems

All those rounds were fired by police and their SWAT teams.

I can't say I blame the State Police or FBI;

Tamerlan proved that the brothers were prepared to die.

Job description doesn't list "Infallible" for cop...

But, this self-congratulating stuff? It's time to stop.

Poison Letters

Searching the home of an Elvis impersonator  for evidence of poison. (Photo/news.yahoo.com)

I may wield a poison pen but, ricin in the mail?

Two attempts to kill someone...  Assassination fail. 

President Obama, Roger Wicker... D.C.'s tense.

Sending ricin through the mail's a capital offense.

Terrorism's cowardly, but poison's even worse

(Near as bad as politics expressed in lousy verse)

FBI released the man whose name was on the note;

Someone framed the guy to be a sacrificial goat.

Seems things come in clusters: Boston, Canada - now, this. 

So far we have caught the letters; pray that we don't miss.

'though, from front-row seats inside a Boston neighborhood,

Let me reassure you all - the FBI is good.