30 June, 2004

I don't like hummingbirds

Hummingbirds rally irritate me. People think they are cute but they scare me. I sit on my deck bothereing nobody. They dive at me like kamikazee scaring the sand out of me.

But it is REALLY hard to shoot one with a .22.

25 June, 2004

Torture Away

A million people are about to die. It will take approximately 3 hours for the toxins to do their job, but there is no stopping it. Once the odorless and invisible gas makes its way through the office buildings, schools and homes all will be doomed.

But there is a man who knows it is about to happen. He was privy to the plot from its inception. He is being held at a United States prison camp where he has been detained.

He chuckles silently and he knows bin Laden will heap praise on him and the other perpetrators. The virgins are waiting.

Only if he can fool these American soldiers long enough the deed will be done.

What should the soldiers to the man? Beg for information? “Please – please Abdul Raqmann, pretty please with sugar on it – please tell us where the gas will be released and when.”

No.

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Sound fictional? What if it’s not? Who do you think the Abu Ghraib prisoners were? They weren’t Boy Scout leaders folks! They had been killing Americans and peace loving Iraqis.

Blind folded? Lying naked on other naked people? Having dogs bark at them? Electrodes on the genitals? This is bad? Nope. Humiliating? – ok, maybe. An abridgment of justice- no way.

I may be the only person in America NOT apologizing for the Abu Ghraib scandal. I think the U.S soldiers were TOO civil. The media has a way of shaping peoples opinions, but I refuse to be shaped.

You can’t deal with terrorists via the legal system – to which they don’t subscribe. They are people without laws, without conscience, without goodness. The nature of evil is unknowable to most Americans. But it must be dealt with nevertheless. The rules of warfare are kill or be killed. These terrorist prisoners gave up whatever rights they possessed when they became terrorists. Electrodes on the genitals should be a blessing compared to what they deserve.

Here is one method I might use. Fill a large vat 12 inches deep with fire ants. Place the detainee into the vat naked. Make him sit there for two hours and teach him to sing “Onward Christian Soldiers” as loud as possible while the ants nibble.

OK – I can’t go on. But my point is that we should do WHATEVER IS NECESSARY to prevent attacks on Americans.

Abu Ghraib is a sight that we don’t want to behold. Because we really don’t know evil – we are just not familiar with evil as it exists in the Middle East. We are unfamiliar with war. And these pictures are repulsive to us because we are so sterilized and naïve as pop culture Americans.

It’s time to stop being “outraged” at Abu Graib and start being “outraged” at the terrorists.

24 June, 2004

Queezy

Wound up and twisted around
Bent out of shape and in a tizzy
Gassing in a small enclosed corner
Tied upside down and really dizzy.

Stirred and shaken like liver bacon
About to urp and really queasy
Thinking of a time on a wave
Hurling now would be quite easy

Meazly corn and beans and peas
Churning away to make me say
That I could barf now but maybe wait
For the next blessed moment for which I pray

To be let go from this awful torment
And thinking of the spice that tempted me
And the ribs who called my name
But now – hold on – let me flee

To the ceramic paradise of all things holy.

23 June, 2004

Unisom Dreams

The twixt is turned and the twine is twisted
To think of going back is a waste of time
To the demented decisions of a youthful man
Looking for his dog that ran away into the woods.

To come into the present and think of a way
Looking back to the future to avoid Mr. Fox
And be scared by the very thought of myself
Appearing before a jury of my peers and thinking

Loving to look at the wasted dreams
Of love forlorn to far away places of nightmares
Wiffing perfumed weed to allow the mind to wander
To the caffeinated hull of the ship Lucia.

Words sporadically entering the mind to flow
Through the pen of the keypad clicking away
Furiously thinking of what to do
And how to avoid the curious implications

And hoping that soon the earthly sands
Enter in and pass without
Or offer love and deep refrains
To Miles and the men who float below the surface

Of a wasted brain.

19 June, 2004

Letter to Senators Levin and Stabenow- Beheading of Paul Johnson

In response to the Paul Johnson beheading in Saudi Arabia I found the words of President Bush to be rehearsed and empty. They seemed too diplomatic and canned. We all assume that a red-blooded American would be "outraged" at this "act of barbarism". Duh?

It's time to unite. As Americans we need to put aside our political differences and become one in fighting this insane enemy. It is no longer about what differences we Americans have about the war in Iraq – we are being assaulted for the very fact that WE ARE Americans.

So I urge you to persuade the leaders that have the power to respond to these attacks on American civilians --with brute and unrelenting force. Innocents will die as in all wars, but all solutions must be considered in dealing with these Al Qaida terrorists.

My anger has been steeped by these images of Nicholas Berg and now Paul Johnson. Apply all diplomatic force on the Saudi government – yes, but don’t then assume that it will cure the problem.