http://www.salon.com/news/feature/2006/07/14/kidnap/

So. Looks like the US as been involved in kidnapping terror suspects’ families.

I really, really am tired of seeing a country that should be one of the greatest places to live, just be an utter satanic shitpile mess. I just want to puke blood.

Really. Fuck all those guys in the Bush Administration. I’m done with forgiving them for anything, ever. I don’t care how much penance they do, it will never, ever be enough. If it was possible for me to change some DNA in me so I’d no longer be related to them on any level, I’d do it.

I mean, I don’t even feel surprised at this. I don’t even question if the story is valid. I am convinced that we have met the enemy and he is us, that evil walks amongst us.

Sorry. I’m just fucking tired of it. I’m sure you all understand.

Our former Secretary of State tells reporter Robert Scheer that neither he, nor the State Department ever believed Iraq posed an imminent nuclear threat and blames Vice President Dick Cheney for pushing these false notions onto the president.

Yeah, that’s wonderful, Mr. Powell. You think that maybe, just maybe, you could’ve made these objections public three and a half years ago, before 2359 American lives, god knows how many Iraqi lives, and a quarter trillion dollars were flushed down a rathole for absolutely no reason at all?

Assclown.

The song Willie McBride was originally written to commemorate the millions of soldiers of World War I. The song’s author, Eric Bogle, wrote it after a visit to the massive Allied cemetary in Flanders Fields, France. It has been a staple of Irish folk bands for years.

As of March 17th, 2006, we have lost 2,310 soldiers in Iraq (2,176 of which have died since the day our lying fratboy of a “President” stood on the carrier deck in his rented flight suit and proclaimed “Mission Accomplished.”) The war that took all their lives is every bit as stupid and pointless as World War I.

Well how do you do Private William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for awhile beneath the warm summer sun,
I’ve been walking all day and now I’m nearly done
I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in 1916;
Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean,
Or, young Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Refrain:
Did they beat the drum slowly,
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the Death March
As they lowered you down?
Did the band play
“The Last Post And Chorus?”
Did the pipes play
“The Flowers Of The Forest?”

Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
And although you died back in 1916,
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Enclosed forever behind a glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn, and battered and stained,
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?

Refrain

Ah the sun now it shines on these green fields of France,
The warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance,
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds;
There’s no gas, no barbed wire, there’re no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard is still No Man’s Land,
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man,
To a whole generation that was butchered and damned.

Refrain

Willie McBride, I can’t help wonder why,
Did all those who lay here really know why they died?
And did they believe when they answered the call,
Did they really believe that this war would end war?
For the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
The killing and dying were all done in vain,
For, young Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again and again and again and again.

Refrain