CHENEY IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS MESS IN IRAQ…and all the death, dishonor and dismemberment of our soldiers and the people of Iraq!

This evil son of a bitch should be hiding his face in shame, and instead we have his presence at this event shoved in the faces of all Americans!

Mixed messages all over. This waiting for the 20’s of January ‘09 is a bear, huh?!
If memory serves, I was thoroughly blasted from left field when I dared, yes DARED, to express some faith in the Obama team’s means and motivations before the election. Oh the abject horror that struck in some faint-hearted concern trolls!

The shock of those encounters drove me to do something outright silly. I went out on Nov. 5 and bought meself a fresh copy of the WSJ and took it home proudly, with plans to gloat over their shock and awed miseries.

But then, Dang. T’aint funny when the moneyed few take their solace in bumping up their skim-scam bailout allowances by billions and bbbillions. How’d they do dat?! Where are cheener’s hands? If not behind his’n back & in cuffs, why not?!

But I digress. Even smart-a$”es can be dump-belles. I mean, look at the gawdlees-smearin’ grifter ticket. I thot such like were usually smart enuf to duck outta the spotlight in a jiffy after looting the booty. Poor saurah keeps runnin’ in circles muttering somethin’ about “come ‘n git it, suckers… whut unnerwear? – lost it… so’s yer old man… did NAUGHT!… 2012pffftghbbblblarggggh…” I fergit. Did the tigers in that old kiddy book lose their stripes first? or did they just turn into lard straight-away?

While we’re waitin’ for some sense to kick in, someone before the election had an idee here ’bouts and it was a goodun’. I’d feel safer if they’d go poke that road-kill shill on her head with a stick. I think it’s still movin’.

For the time being, I am sustained by guarded optimism. Why? I haven’t a clue, except it has something to do with real honest-to-goodness smart, dedicated, caring people taking over in January. If they want to keep liarman around to perform as a decent senator, alternatively as a pinata, that’s o.k. with me. I’ve even got a good stout stick over in the corner there, if they need to borrow it.

reminded me of a segment that moved me beyond belief.from march, 2006
a vietnam vet wrote a poem about the ‘honor roll’ at the end of the lehrer newshour. the link has his short background statement and the poem.
http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb….._poem.html

The Returning Dead

Each night I make a drink and wait for them
They have become the day’s concluding news,
Installments from a world without anthems
Or children, unfocusing eyes

A question that repeatedly rejects
My easy terms. They are ones who believed
And acted in the narrow and select
Ways handed them, while ordinary lives

Ran on without interruption
Or bad pictures, as though nothing had changed
Change is the one unanswerable question
Of these faces. The world can rearrange

Itself repeatedly, but these remain
The same, silent in everything they lack;
That’s what they’ve come to, in places with names
Like Afghanistan, Iraq,

And this is the way it happens: the words
Are old – mother, father, home – and will catch
Surrounding currents in the slow absurd
Descending will of any river etched

Out of a landscape history refines
To myth. The TV blanks between
Segments, but every static face defines
Itself, holds stubbornly its private scene…

Fixed, publicly, as we are led
Back to that little negative whose lack
Is each of us, staring the staring dead,
Leaning, sometimes like grief itself; then straightening back.