raven @ 221

I’ll start with aplogizing.

That’s enough. Thanks.

hey montag, email me at markann at hotmail dot com if you want to, I want to clear something up.

raven @ 221

I’ll start with aplogizing.

That’s enough. Thanks.

Back at ya bro.

I’ll start with aplogizing.

That’s enough. Thanks.

raven @ 205

1966? I didn’t know diddly shit about anything. When I came home I did everything in my power to stop the war and keep others from going. I went to Vietnam after 13 months in Korea because I couldn’t put up with the “brown shoe” Army at Ft Lewis. You can try to bully me but it won’t work.

I’m not bullying. You know what “cherry” means in this context. Goddammit, man, I know what you mean, even if others don’t. You aren’t fooling me. Your mouth was moving a lot faster than your brain. Might as well admit it.

Apologize for that or forever convince me you’re a war whore.

You want to defend the indefensible. In that, you’re like the Bushies. Who’s side are you on?

I killed no one. I came from a military family, and yet, I knew that the war was wrong. I did whatever I could do not to kill anyone. Two days before my enlistment, I had an address in my pocket for people who could get me to Canada, if I decided to do that.

I did not avail myself of that opportunity. Had I done so, I would have been disowned by my family. I gave myself to the military, but,I did the best I could not to hurt anyone.

“Cherry?”

That’s insulting, and you know it.

I’ll start with aplogizing. I know no one else gives a shit about this but I really don’t care what I convince you of. I faced exactly what you did. I knew I couldn;t hack 116 months of bullshit at Lewis so it was the Nam or Canada. I couldn’t do Canada because of my family so I swindled my way into a unit that was shipping. I have a lot of vets friends and we tease each other all the time with “lifer”, “cherry”, “remf”, “leg”, “jarhead”, “dogface” and a hundred other bullshit expressions that outsiders don’t get. So, I apologize for hitting a nerve. I know what the context was and if I wanted to insult you I’d be a lot fucking more direct than that.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

– D. H. Lawrence

See you upstairs, FirePups.

Did anyone else catch Timmeh Pumpkinhead’s comment
on Moyers’ special last night?

“I wish my phone had rung.”

Here’s a thought, put down the donuts and cocktail weenies, wipe your hands and make some calls yourself!

Exhibit A for what’s wrong with beltway media.

Exactly! That was soo revealing! One of many notable moments last night

and speaking of cocktail weenies, Hitchens actually served them at his Washington Correspondents Dinner after-party:

And then off into the cool night air, weaving ever so slightly across Connecticut Avenue (Is that car beeping at us? Jerk!) and head over to Hitchens’s place. This party is smaller and less schmancy. There are pigs in blankies. There’s a mostly used-up bar of soap in the bathroom, along with a damp bath towel bearing ominous yellow stains. We are in here with someone else. How did that happen?

We see World Bank President Paul Wolfowitz, but we do not his see his girlfriend, Shaha Riza, the World Bank worker for whom Wolfowitz gallantly arranged a raise. We offer several women $20 to approach Wolfowitz and ask for a raise, but we find no takers.

Hitchen’s gala party