For
all our princesses, that are being hurt very badly, by the
Money New Order KISS YOUR LOVE By
Brian Evans Kiss your Love—forsake Duty—for
night’s stallion bears down, On the bright mares of sunlight
that jostle and clown, Fresh-eyed from lush waters--last
colours their prize-- They have frolicked with tree
witches all naked and wise : Magicked they lift them—their
long witchy hair— Till witch-winds go-tumble
witch-glistens in spray. One scared witch withered to her
dried-sphagnum lair, Had schemed and composed her near
human disdain, But so dark is man’s dungeon--she
burst from its shame! She sang like six night
birds--she rose as six moons! Her mouse cast six shadows--six
fat owls scoured their bones ; How she ached for her
sisters--till each found her in turn-- Become all things and no
thing—our joy—and its pain; In the heart of a poet, breathes
that witch girl without name!
Sarah
Palin has become a big-business, right-wing,
god-bothering, Rapture-Saint, shooter, witch-watcher,
global warming denier.
She believes in witches! George Bush visits a
cult of big business types at Bohemian Grove which prays to a
god, the Owl of Bohemia. Most presidents are murky if not mad
and their stuff has to be undone years later. Their staff stay
on for gods sake. http://sonic.net/~doretk/ArchiveARCHIVE/MARK%20EVANS/BohemianClub.html wooh wooh
December 01, 2009 "fff" --- President Obama has decided to
up the ante in Afghanistan by acceding to his generals’ request
to send an additional 34,000 troops to that beleaguered nation.
What better proof that those of us who opposed the initial
invasion of Afghanistan were right? The decision to treat the
9/11 attacks as a military problem, rather than a
criminal-justice one, has turned out to be one unmitigated
disaster, a disaster that seemingly has no end.
After all, the occupation has now been going on for 8 years.
Eight years of bombs, shootings, killing, maiming, secret
prisons, arbitrary arrests, torture, indefinite incarcerations,
and unrestrained power to search and seize.
And eight years of unrestrained spending on armaments,
soldiers, and weaponry.
Where has it gotten the American people? Nothing but more anger
and rage against them among Muslims all over the world, not to
mention an ever-increasing mountain of debt that is sure to
send America’s currency into a free-fall.
What will those additional troops do? They will kill and maim
and incarcerate and torture people. That’s their job. Sure,
they’ll call it pacifying the country, establishing law and
order, spreading democracy, and waging the war on
terrorism.
Yet, as they kill, maim, torture, and incarcerate more
Afghanis, at the same time they will be producing more anger
and rage against the United States among friends, relatives,
and countrymen of the victims.
Moreover, since the victims in Afghanistan are predominantly
Muslim, it is inevitable that Muslims all over the world will
continue to perceive the U.S. occupation of Afghanistan (and
Iraq) as a U.S. crusade against Islam. Denials by U.S.
officials will continue to fall upon deaf ears within the
Muslim community. With each new death at the hands of U.S.
military personnel, the ranks of the terrorists will continue
to swell, not just in Afghanistan but all over the world.
What began as an attempt to capture or kill Osama bin Laden has
morphed into an involvement in a civil war. Those 34,000 troops
aren’t being sent to Afghanistan to find bin Laden. They’re
being sent there to kill people whose regime was ousted from
power eight years ago and to maintain a crooked, corrupt,
fraudulent, drug-pushing U.S. puppet regime in power.
We should also bear in mind that among the Afghanis who U.S.
officials term “bad guys” are those Afghanis who simply are
resisting the illegal occupation of their country by a foreign
invader and occupier. There is a moral and just alternative to
killing such people: Simply exit the country.
In fact, it would be interesting to know what percentage of
Afghanis killed by the U.S. military during the past 8 years,
including those wedding parties that are bombed from time to
time, had anything to do with the 9/11 attacks. My hunch: 99.99
percent of the total number of Afghanis killed had absolutely
nothing to do with the 9/11 attacks. Of course, we don’t know
how many Afghanis have been killed because U.S. policy is to
keep track only of Western casualties.
On top of all this is a simple financial fact: the longer the
U.S. government occupies Afghanistan (and Iraq), the closer to
national bankruptcy America comes. The additional troops are
estimated to cost more than $30 billion dollars. That
inevitably means double or triple that.
Yet, where is all that money coming from? We all know that ever
since 9/11, U.S. officials have been spending much more than
what the IRS is seizing from the taxpayers. To avoid taxpayer
ire, they’ve been borrowing the difference, especially from the
communist regime in China, which has become the U.S.
government’s chief foreign lender.
The pro-empire, pro-intervention crowd is taking our country
down. Today, they tell us that they’re trapped — that they have
no choice — that in order to achieve “success,” they have to
continue doing the same thing they’ve done for the past 8
years. If that’s not insane, what is?
America need not fear the terrorists or even a foreign
invasion. The U.S. government is doing a fine job taking down
our country all on its own.
Jacob Hornberger is founder and president of The Future of
Freedom Foundation. jhornberger @ fff.org
The Gunner's Lament
A Maori
gunner lay dying In a paddyfield north of
Saigon, And he said to his pakeha
cobber, "I reckon I've had it,
man!
'And if I could fly like a
bird To my old granny's
whare A truck and a winch would never
drag Me back to the Army.
'A coat and a cap and a well-paid
job Looked better than shovelling
metal, And they told me that Te
Rauparaha Would have fought in the Vietnam
battle.
'On my last leave the town swung
round Like a bucket full of
eels. The girls liked the
uniform And I liked the girls.
'Like a bullock to the
abattoirs In the name of liberty They flew me with a
hangover Across the Tasman Sea,
'And what I found in
Vietnam Was mud and blood and
fire, With the Yanks and the Reds
taking turns At murdering the poor.
'And I saw the reason for
it In a Viet Cong's blazing eyes
- We fought for the crops of
kumara And they are fighting for the
rice.
'So go tell my
sweetheart To get another boy Who'll cuddle her and marry
her And laugh when the bugles
blow,
'And tell my youngest
brother He can have my shotgun To fire at the ducks on the big
lagoon, But not to aim it at a
man,
'And tell my granny to wear
black And carry a willow
leaf, Because the kid she kept from the
cold Has eaten a dead man's
loaf.
'And go and tell Keith
Holyoake Sitting in Wellington, However long he scrubs his
hands He'll never get them
clean.'
