Losing The Internet
As for the Political Scene, I will rely on the 99% Solution. That is, anything I hear from the MSM by and by will be BS 99% of the time. On my peeks I see the MSM is still promoting the Rev. Wright crap, while ignoring Hillary's ties to extreme Right Wing Religious Groups. And as per Protocol not much about Armageddonist Rev. Hagee and other Blasphemers fully supporting McCain. I fear that the American Public will continue it's Sheep like behavior and fall for the Clinton/McCain MSM Launched BullShit. If Sen. Obama does not get the Nomination through the Dirty and Crooked means the Clinton/McCain Team will use, then I will revert to my 1st Choice, Rep. Ron Paul. Don't try to tell me any of that crap about throwing my vote away. Hillary and Sen. McNuts supporters are the one throwing there Vote away. And as for any Hillary supporters out there, You will be to blame for what comes down the line. And I save a Special Fuck You to all of Yous. Yous have repeated Lie for Lie what the Clinton/Mcain Team has said. Time to Growup And Face Reality.
Honestly, who do you think represents the Liberal Principles? Honestly, who stands a way better chance of Bringing The Troops Home? And since many seem to vote not on issues but for stuff the MSM wants you to focus on I ask Honestly, who has better Character? I ask Parents, Honestly, if you absolutely had to, which Family would you entrust your Child(ren) to?
These Two?
This Family?
Or this Family?
I take my leave with this Poem that my Good Friend Roundearther sent me today -
"For Eli"
"Eli came back from Iraq
and tattooed a teddy bear onto the inside of his wrist
above that a medic with an IV bag
above that an angel
but Eli says the teddy bear won't live
and I know I don't know but I say, "I know"
cause Eli's only twenty-four and I've never seen eyes
further away from childhood than his
eyes old with a wisdom
he knows I'd rather not have
Eli's mother traces a teddy bear onto the inside of my arm
and says, "not all casualties come home in body bags"
and I swear
I'd spend the rest of my life writing nothing
but the word light at the end of this tunnel
if I could find the fucking tunnel
I'd write nothing but white flags
somebody pray for the soldiers
somebody pray for what's lost
somebody pray for the mailbox
that holds the official letters
to the mothers,
--------------fathers,
--------------------sisters,
and little brothers
of Micheal 19... Steven 21... John 33
how ironic that their deaths sound like bible verses
the hearse is parked in the halls of the high school
recruiting black, brown and poor
while anti-war activists
outside walter reed army hospital scream
100, 000 slain
as an amputee on the third floor
breathes forget-me-nots onto the window pain
but how can we forget what we never knew
our sky is so perfectly blue it's repulsive
somebody tell me where god lives
cause if god is truth god doesn't live here
our lies have seared the sun too hot to live by
there are ghosts of kids who are still alive
touting M16s with trembling hands
while we dream ourselves stars on Survivor
another missile sets fire to the face in the locket
of a mother who's son needed money for college
and she swears she can feel his photograph burn
how many wars will it take us to learn
that only the dead return
the rest remain forever caught between worlds of
shrapnel shatters body of three year old girl
to
welcome to McDonalds can I take your order?
the mortar of sanity crumbling
stumbling back home to a home that will never be home again
Eli doesn't know if he can ever write a poem again
one third of the homeless men in this country are veterans
and we have the nerve to Support Our Troops
with pretty yellow ribbons
while giving nothing but dirty looks to their outstretched hands
tell me what land of the free
sets free its eighteen-year-old kids into greedy war zones
hones them like missiles
then returns their bones in the middle of the night
so no one can see
each death swept beneath the carpet and hidden like dirt
each life a promise we never kept
Jeff Lucey came back from Iraq
and hung himself in his parents basement with a garden hose
the night before he died he spent forty five minutes on his fathers lap
rocking like a baby
rocking like daddy, save me
and don't think for a minute he too isn't collateral damage
in the mansions of washington they are watching them burn
and hoarding the water
no senators' sons are being sent out to slaughter
no presidents' daughters are licking ashes from their lips
or dreaming up ropes to wrap around their necks
in case they ever make it home alive
our eyes are closed
america
there are souls in
the boots of the soldiers
america
fuck your yellow ribbon
you wanna support our troops
bring them home
and hold them tight when they get here"
by Andrea Gibson
Labels: American Iraq War, Child, Children, Comcast, Family, Hillary Clinton, Internet, McCain, Senator Obama, Troops Home, Vote