this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war
we love and support our troops, just as we love and support the Iraqi people – without exception, or precondition, or judgment
we have no sympathy for the devil
we acknowledge the power to act that is in us – with special thanks to roses and anniethena for posting diaries 601-610 at dKos while I was away
image and poem below the fold
Defense Secretary Dick Cheney poses with some of the U.S. Army troops stationed in southern Iraq in this May 7, 1991 file photo.
(AP Photo/Bill Haber, File)
American Football
(A Reflection upon the Gulf War)
by Harold Pinter
Hallelullah!
It works.
We blew the shit out of them.
We blew the shit right back up their own ass
And out their fucking ears.
It works.
We blew the shit out of them.
They suffocated in their own shit!
Hallelullah.
Praise the Lord for all good things.
We blew them into fucking shit.
They are eating it.
Praise the Lord for all good things.
We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of fucking dust.
We did it.
Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.
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a personal note: I apologize for the most loathsome image, as well as for the tone of the poem which reflects my anger, in this diary.
I think I had a peculiar fantasy that, after returning from a restful vacation, this series would simply not be needed anymore. What I seem to find instead is that the people responsible for so much grief are still very much in control. Their plotting and destruction continue, along with indifference to the pain that still echoes from their past horrors.
My pendulum will soon settle between these two extremes, but for now the arc is high.
