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
cross-posted at MyLeftWing, BooMan Tribune, and my blog.
image and poem below the fold
A special dedication today to all in Congress who voted to continue unconditional funding for the occupation of Iraq.
A photo of and boots representing Private Sean Silva sit among more than 3,400 pairs of combat boots, one pair for every U.S. soldier killed in the Iraq War, displayed as part of “Eyes Wide Open: An Exhibition on the Human Cost of the Iraq War” in Chicago, May 25, 2007. The traveling exhibition will remain in Chicago until May 28. REUTERS/John Gress (UNITED STATES)
I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Die Rag
words and music by Joe McDonald
(with minor lyric changes by RubDMC)
Come on all of you big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He’s got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Iraqnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We’re gonna have a whole lotta fun.
Chorus
And it’s one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Iraqnam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Come on generals, let’s move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go kill `em in their beds —
`Cuz the only good Iraqi is the one that’s dead
You know that peace can only be won
When we’ve blown ’em all to kingdom come.
Chorus
Come on Halliburton, don’t move slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go.
There’s plenty good money to be made
Supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it all on Iraqnam.
Chorus
Come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Iraqnam.
Come on fathers, don’t hesitate,
Send your daughters off before it’s too late.
You can be the first one on your block
To have your kids come home in a box.
Chorus
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