Flammeus Gladius

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Tag: Europe

NATO Gambit

The NATO Gambit

Washington moves its European pawns.
Putin has castled, bringing rooks to bear.
Is there true safety on suburban lawns?
Washington moves its European pawns.
Zelensky frowns. Our class of pundits fawns.
To face reality we do not care.
Washington moves its European pawns.
Putin has castled, bringing rooks to bear.

–Tom Riley

Salaam

Salaam

 

So long, Europe!  We do what we can—

But you just don’t have much of a plan.

Warnings you fail to heed

As Islamic guests breed.

Pretty soon you’ll be Yuropistan.

 

–Tom Riley

A los Vencedores de la Batalla de Puebla

A los Vencedores de la Batalla de Puebla

 

 

(5 May 1862)

 

 

The greatest army in the world was there
To stomp you campesinos to the ground.
How did you even dare to stay around
In your own tortured land? How did you dare
To face that Emperor, whose very stare
Was lightning, and whose grumble was the sound
Of earthquakes? Contradictions here abound.
Yet you defeated Europe — and despair.
Your victory was less, the critics say,
Than final. Oh, the mouths of discontent
Who never knew the trials of the day,
The triumphs of the evening! Oh, event
Marking a line that wouldn’t go away:
The last invasion of our continent!

 

 

–Tomás Miguel Riley von Stoll

Sharing Is Caring

Sharing Is Caring

 

 

France, remember: your enemy’s there
in your midst! It’s no longer a scare:
it’s an everyday fact.
But please smile when attacked:
Jihad Joe needs to know that you care.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Nice

Nice

 

 

When is openness, people, a vice?
When your guests spread like murderous lice
and then shatter the peace.
Frenchmen now die in Nice
because French leaders had to be nice.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Country of the Franks

The Country of the Franks

 

 

Lovely Europe, quaint Europe, goodbye!
You’ll be gone pretty soon, like a sigh
that fades fast on the air.
Simple: you won’t be there.
To Furanjistan I won’t say hi.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Great (Britain) Again

Great (Britain) Again

 

 

Brexit triumphs — and Cameron quits.
Stymied globalists torture their wits
about what it all means.
May we see the same scenes
here at home soon, you Democrat shits!

 

 

–Tom Riley

Brexit!

Brexit!

 

 

When I was young, I threw things at the Queen
out of a zeal for Irish liberty.
Well, anyhow, I pegged the TV screen
on which she showed her reigning face. To me
and all the red-faced Riley family,
the mere sight of that super-British smile
inspired most every rebel tendency.
Utter resentment charged our scornful style.
Times change, and so have I. Let no denial
diminish my delight on this bright day!
The people of that great big Saxon isle
dare to be free. The E.U.’s out. Hurray!
The smug elites were clearly out of touch.
I’ve never loved those Brits so fucking much.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Matchmaker, Matchmaker

Matchmaker, Matchmaker

 

 

“Hey, ladies: breed with all these foreign males
that we’re importing!” cries the Heir of Peter.
“They may smell worse than beached and rotting whales,
but, once you breed with them, they’ll seem much sweeter.
My plans are neat. Oh, nothing could be neater!
Europe’s fecundity will be renewed!
These guys deliver semen by the liter!
Hey, ladies: have the proper attitude!
Ishmael is back and wants to see you nude.
(You sluts already show a lot of skin.)
With him you shouldn’t fight a pointless feud.
Give it up, bitch! When he knocks, let him in!
Your duty here can never be escaped.
If you decline this offer, you’ll be raped.”

 

 

–Tom Riley

 

 

(Pope urges Europeans to breed with refugees.)

Humanitarian Crisis

Humanitarian Crisis

 

 

The invasion of Europe commences!
Europe’s spirit accepts the expenses.
They are done, the Crusades!
Christian zeal swiftly fades.
Muslim zeal levels all walls and fences.

 

 

–Tom Riley