Overheard in the War Room


‘How many deaths are acceptable?”

10?

50?

100?

500?

5000?

For our invasion of Iraq…?

No, silly…we’ve got them all on our side. True believers, baby!

That Osama trump card was brilliant, Colin…

Thank you, sir.

You don’t think anyone could see through it, do you?

Nah..no way.

You don’t think anyone might think that Osama or even N. Korea
might actually be more of an immediate threat.

Nah..They won’t make the connections.
Osama bin Hussein. It’s all the same to them.
Just give them blood. That will do.

Never underestimate the ignorance of the American public.

Or the power of our controlled media.

Hahaha….they even believe it’s a liberal media!

Or the blind love of the Patriots.

Or the loyalty of the rich.

Or the greed of those who want a piece of the pie.

What about the French?

Greedy bastards. Still holding out for more money.

Fuck ‘em then.

Gotta admire how they blew up the Greenpeace ship in ’86.

Oh yes…that was nice!

The Germans?

Germans…Ha…stupid Nazis. What fools reveal to the whole word their entire plan?

True…And they didn’t have the fine tradition of democracy and freedom to cloak it in.

What?

Stay with us, Mr. President.

We are going to liberate the world! We’re all gonna be free, God-fearing Americans.
I’ve got a dream! My daddy had a dream! A real new world order! This could be our last chance to change the world! Hard work and sacrifice! Lots of sacrifice. I get all weepy when I think of the sacrifice required.

Yes…true, Mr. President…true…pardon me.

So how many deaths are acceptable?

Sacrifice!

Umm…right, Mr. President.

Hmmm…hard to say.

We’ve got the major serious targets covered, don’t we?

Oh yeah..the nuclear sites….all the serious stuff.

Got it covered in Duct tape.

(They all roll over in laughter)

Haahaaa….That was brilliant.

Duct tape! I love it! Code Orange.

Let them have duct tape!

Never underestimate the ignorance of the public…

Or the…

So how many then?

Enough to keep the fear factor high. Enough to let us carry out the rest of our plans.

Osama, I could kiss you!

Too bad they couldn't target liberals!

What about the lessons of Vietnam?

Vietnam? You mean the fact we didn’t put in enough forces…

No…what if somehow the sleeping public awakes…and protests…in great numbers.

That’s why we’ve got the Patriot Act….

Ah..yes…brilliant…Just in case.

Then we'd find some real use for the duct tape!

(The roll on the floor laughing)

Indeed. Those fools don't know what's good for them.

Yep, that's why they elected me. They know I have their own good at heart!

Finally, a president with balls!

Thank you, guys. I love you, man.

Fear and power, baby!

Can’t no one stop us.

No one but ourselves!

God, I love this country.

No need to be redundant, Mr. President.

(They all chuckle with laughter)

America, the Grave

I went searching in the attic
For the old powdered wig
Long since out of fashion
To see if it would fit
But when I went to touch it
It broke into a million pieces
And floated out the window;

Following where it did go
I came to an endless hole
That once held the bones
of Adams and Jefferson;
The headstones were gone
robbed, defiled, auctioned;

The only thing that remained
Were the words
Democracy and freedom
But stripped of their meaning
Only served to fill the hole
With more and more bones:

Food for an insatiable dog
Whose yellow eyes
Did glow,
Whose distended belly
Did grow;
Whose rabid froth
Did demand
More, more, more!

And just before being pushed into the pit
For the crime of not being a ‘patriot’
I thought I heard the words
forming on the wind:

Rest in Peace, Adams
Rest in Peace, Jefferson
Rest in Peace, America
You think we would’ve heard
The news of your sad passing;

Maybe someone mentioned it
But we were too busy
With all our distractions
Accumulating wealth or apathy
just trying to feed our families
Sticking our flag decals
All over the place
And filling with pride
To ever recognize
The change;
the rattlerise
in the grave.

Alternative news source Yellow Times.Org Shut Down

after publishing this article, Iraqi's Non-Nuclear Capablities

(Excerpted)

...Yet, the American and British intelligence community, obviously influenced by the war agenda, vainly attempts to continue to provide disinformation. For example, a consignment of aluminum pipes (the intelligence experts opine) might conceivably be used in the construction of highly advanced, "kilometers long" centrifugal spinners. The consideration that there are no remaining Iraqi personnel qualified to implement and maintain these supposed spinners seems to have eluded the intelligence agencies' reports.

Last month, a group of journalists was taken on a guided tour of a "possible" uranium extraction plant in Akashat in western Iraq. The Iraqi guide pointed to the obviously demolished buildings and asked tongue-in-cheek, "Who would make any use of these ruins? Maybe your experts would tell us how."

It is true that the Iraqi nuclear scientists and engineers did not commit suicide. But for all the remaining capability they possess to rebuild a nuclear weapons program, they may as well have.

Bush and Blair are leading their public by the nose, attempting to cloak shoddy and erroneous intelligence data with hollow patriotic urgings and cajolery. But the two parading emperors have no clothes....

via Thoughts on the Eve of the Apocalypse

Dust Off Them Dusty Wigs in the Closet, Thomas

They Call it Democracy

by The Happy Tutor at Wealth Bondage:

...But democracy is not a corporation, or an army, or an efficient and effective reformatory school for dissident grownups, it is not a re-education camp, a market, a product, or a peak experience in a Happy Kingdom. So much blood has been shed for democracy, it is not likely that plutocracy will triumph, not here. We work on Company time in Wealth Bondage, but on our own time we are peers. Citizenship did not go out of style with powdered wigs. To the Billionaire Boys Club! Spend more! Spend better! Line up your pundits and your talk shows and your hireling politicians. Hold up Terror in a Turban. Promise to save us if we give you our Liberty. Then sit back and watch the applause meter. Everything is under control, Boss? Peek out the window.

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Protection

If you were to feel the presence
of every atom in every living thing

Would you offer a limb in sacrifice
to stop its mighty ring?

Or if you could see beyond
the duality of the billboards

claiming truth for both sides
taking shadows for the sky

Would you to flame burn
like pieces of the sun
in an all consuming love

Or do you give thanks
for what you’ve never heard

The cry of those who doubt
the scream of the daffodils
the growl of the dog

Waiting to devour
the entrails of the unborn;

And are you content
to live the long happy
life of the righteous

Feeling what they tell you to feel
believing what they tell you to believe
grieving what they tell you to grieve

Doing what they tell you to do
offering up your sons and daughters
because it’s a thing of honor;

Marking certain passages
in certain books
for protection.