Monday, December 24, 2007

'Twas the Night Before Christmas -- i originally wrote this in 2004

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Iraq
not a soldier was free from fear of attack.
Their rifles were hung next to their bunks with care,
in hopes that the enemy would not be there.

These soldiers were not asleep even in their beds,
while visions of a suicide attacks cluttered their heads.
And generals in helmets, soldiers in bullet-proof vest,
try to settle their brains to try to get some rest.

When out in the desert there arose such a clatter,
soldiers sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Out to the desert they flew like a spooked deer,
they assumed combat positions and hid their fear.

The moon on the breast of an ocean of sand,
gave the frightening surrealism of an apocalyptic land,
when, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
but an approaching vehicle . . . could be something to fear.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
they knew in a moment it must be some trick.
Not heeding the soldier's warning, he and his men came,
and he shouted commands as he called them by name.

Ahmed and Hamid and all my followers loyal,
be you martyrs gifted with an afterlife royal.
Follow the Karan . . . only my versions,
and Allah will reward you with 72 virgins.

As dry sand that before the wild winds blow,
these soldiers are wishing to be back home in the snow.
So into their humvees and into their tanks,
if they survive this attack they'll certainly give thanks.

And then suddenly there was the sound of a jet.
Could this be help and out of trouble they'll get.
The jet landed in one helluva rush,
and who would dismount but President Bush.

Dressed in a flight suit from his head to his foot,
the soldiers, for this man could not root.
A bundle of old weapons he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- they were beady.
And his grin was kinda seedy.
In his flight suit he tried to swagger like John Wayne,
but these soldier's knew what he lacked was a brain.

He talked of a war that must be won.
He talked of elections that must be done.
We asked for more soldiers and better armour.
He said Donald Rumsfeld would probably do far more.

We told him when we're under attack,
we can't count on Iraqi soldiers to watch our back.
We were told we would be home in June,
now it's December and returning home won't be anytime soon.

Bush spoke no more, but went straight to his work,
and emptied the sack of weapons and armour that did not work.
And bringing his right hand up to his forehead to salute,
he couldn't help but admire his reflection wearing that flight suit.

He sprang to the cockpit of his jet.
He looked over the soldiers whose perils he did not get.
But I heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!"

Monday, September 17, 2007

DISTURBING VIDEO OF OUR MERCENARY ARMY

 
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A “trophy” video appearing to show security guards in Baghdad randomly shooting Iraqi civilians has sparked two investigations after it was posted on the Internet, the Sunday Telegraph can reveal. The video, which first appeared on a website that has been linked unofficially to Aegis Defence Services, contained four separate clips, in which security guards open fire with automatic rifles at civilian cars. All of the shooting incidents apparently took place on “route Irish”, a road that links the airport to Baghdad

OUR MERCENARY ARMY IN IRAQ IS LARGER AND MUCH LESS ACCOUNTABLE THAN OUR REGULAR ARMY

 
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

GONZALES AND 666

GEORGE BUSH IS A SAINT . . . .

President George W. Bush was scheduled to visit the Episcopal Church outside Washington as part of his campaign to restore his pathetic poll standings.

His image handler made a visit to the Bishop and said, "We've been getting a lot of bad publicity because of the president's position on stem cell research, the Iraq war, hurricane Katrina, and the Veterans Administration.

We'll make a $100,000 contribution to your church if during your sermon you will say that the President is a saint."

The Bishop thought it over for a few moments and finally said, "The Church is desperate for funding - I'll do it."

Bush showed up for the sermon, and the Bishop began:

"I'd like to speak to you all this morning about our President who is a liar, a cheat, and a low-intelligence weasel.

He took the tragedy of September 11 and used it to frighten and manipulate the American people. He lied about weapons of mass destruction and invaded Iraq for oil and money, causing the deaths of tens of thousands and making the United States the most hated country on earth.

He appointed cronies to positions of power and influence, leading to widespread death and destruction during Hurricane Katrina. He awarded contracts and tax cuts to his rich friends so that we now have more poverty in this country and a greater gap between rich and poor than we've had since the Depression.

He has headed the most corrupt, bribe-inducing political party since Teapot Dome. The national surplus has turned into a staggering national debt of 7.6 trillion Dollars. Gas prices are up 85%, which the people of America cannot afford with low minimum wages, part time jobs, no health insurance, and outsourcing.

Vital research into global warming and stem cells is stopped cold because he's afraid to lose votes from religious kooks.



He is the worst example of a true Christian I've ever known, but compared to Dick Cheney...

George W. Bush is a saint."