Amazing. Digging in the parking lot at Barney’s Beanery in West Hollywood, (please don’t judge my hobbies), I found another set of the quizzical quatrains that heretofore have never been seen. This Nostra dude had it going on… and on.

QUATRAIN VICKS 44 XXII (Possibly Healthcare Town Hall meetings)

Yeah, the dwellers of the meeting in the hall of townsfolk,

Hath been shillithed by the men from the large white home,

Bringing a false love for the large plan of the nations medicines,

All good men, please turn your heads and cough.

QUATRAIN ACORNUS XXIV (The President?)

A rise too fast from the young town organizer to the great great office.

Leaves the man unable to lead.

Henchmen behind him say what he can’t, and at times say in the opposite, leaving Clintonous correct in prediction:

Holy crap, this all was a fairytale.

QUATRAIN IIIVI (The White House Czars?)

Sneaking in the back door of the laws of ethics

comes the ones named after the easterners.

Agencies of three letters do no looking

at the dubious achievements of some of these freakin’ mamalukes.

QUATRAIN (No number just GREEN DIAMONDS next to title) (Gore?)

Saving the land from the galloping ghosts of what may be,

He buildeth an industrious money changing machine,

With grand designs to the folk for smaller living and meager enjoyment, indeed the green he predicts will be in his pockets.

Although, through all, he still gets down with his bad self bling-bling style.

QUATRAIN  Chanel No.5 (Joe Wilson?)

And in the Great Hall of Pelosis,

A man is scorned for shouting out his belief .

Your hearts shall leapeth and shout out too;

Pick up a bigger  shovel you tools.

QUATRAIN IIIV (Van Jones?)

He doth say; the sad day – was done by the victims themselves,

He doth say; that the way to change money is for the rulers to own,

He doth say; things to part the races,

The Press didn’t say shit.

QUATRAIN 1.5 Million (Tea Party in D.C.?)

Yes  - the millions descend on the pillared planned city,

Yes –  the millions cried out as one , surpassing all recent crowds in size and peacefulness,

Yes –  the message was loud and clear even for those opposed.

No  -  there wasn’t any tingle up the leg for Chris Mathews.

QUATRAIN Triple E (More Joe Wilson?)

The one that throweth the shoe at the head of the leader,

Receives the lauds and laughs from the left of the great land.

The one that throweth a word, receives their righteous vile scorn.

This about sums it up dudes. Later.

Recently geocached and unearthed in a shoebox at Vasquez Rocks; these newly found quatrains of the great Nostradamus are presented here for the very first time: (I sure as hell believe it.)

Quatrain IIVX

The woman of the dome of the Pelosis. Bring forth and give her the highest flying bird with the golden seats. Let the low dogs and workers pay in gold for her comforts and cheese. Into the heavens trans back and forth the great continent to visit in kind the land of foggy coastal insanity.

Quatrain IIXX

Hissler begat in time his possessions of the power, whence passed to a new day into the combed hair of Mathewes, of the fruity peacock. Without the thought and with great interruption of the righteous, then corruption of the tongue, he hath shivers in lower extremities.

Quatrain IIVXI

Walk among the Reids to hear the war is lost. He shouteth from the dome of the Pelosises. The partisan cry of fearful wierdo impatience. Hiding thereafter in silence from the powerful surging wonders. All the great Generals exclaim: What a maroon.

Quatrain IXV

The communities of man shall be organized incorrectly by the one who was not even new. Promised false, the earmarks of damage will be ignored for the sacrifice of all. All to be poor as the poorest of his desires. He hides in the Island of Kings, and frolic in its waters. Yea he doth smoketh. En-How.

Quatrain IXVV

The new king will surround himself with non good ones. All of the suggested men will fall to the side,  and shall bear the shame of incorrect disbursement of tax gold to the overseers. All will be bums.

Quatrain VIXV

Putting the false patches of his mane on display over the chord of the crazy peacock, Shuummer shall beat the drum of silliness with the man called Franke. For all to have the biggest grand dwellings they wisheth with 3 stable spaces. Let us get down in the Hamptons.

Quatrain VIXYZXV

Big Ideas, from the Breit man. A page of smart brothers and sisters shall rise to the top of the ether, then shout to the false tinsel men and women; you’re a bunch of douche-bags.