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WAR is THE ACT OF LEGAL MURDER


the first reality of war: soldiers are taught to 'obey' what they're told to do; they are not taught morality. soldiers are taught to suspend all 'supposed' morality. the 'enemy' is whoever and whatever they are told is or are the enemy. when the soldier fucks up, meaning that someone catches and tells a media person about it, then the soldier is held responsible for what they no longer have control of, their moral compass. the government that sends a soldier to kill in their behalf 'is' always responsible for a soldiers actions. why? because it is the government that brainwashes every soldier to believe that it is OK to kill someone merely because they have been taught that they are the 'enemy.' the act of war is the act of legal murder. if someone is violated otherwise, and caught, they are lambs for the slaughter. ask President Bush (either of them), or President Clinton what the difference between killing, murdering and collateral damage is? they have no idea because they too have no conscience. remember, one nation's heroes are another nation's enemies. rapists are murderers without the courage to finish their nation's victorious orders.......... again, war is simply the legal means of murder, given a euphemism of heroes and killing . Why do we sing songs about the end of war, the way of peace....for some day instead of today, this day? All of Washington DC's American leaders, from both parties are part of the messianic 'city on the hill,' believing that we are called to spread democracy to all the world. the problem? democracy is not present in our own nation. the United States of America is a fascist military state, where only two parties, and only those with sufficient money to run for political office, are in fact in power. every time we kill a 'fundamentalist muslim terrorist,' and also kill their children, we do the same as they do when they kill their enemies and their children. strange, today, in South Africa, by way of comparison, Nelson Mendela is a hero. how many recall that at one time he raised his fist in the air after bombing school buses full of children of his enemies? (he's no different that every revolutionary's won independence! how do you think that We the People got to where we are?) once again, the act of War is the act of legalized Murder; and, every enemy is a hero for the other side, and the hero an enemy for the other. Confused? Duh..............

my little brother, I pulled the plug timothy r g, 2/4/2008

today,
his birthday;
in repose,
i pulled the plug;
schizophrenically, he questioned,
theyre all calling me fag?
Asked him if he was a faggot,
And whether it mattered,
And that I didnt give a fuck either way:
He chuckled.
He was at peace with what he thought
What he thought he saw
What he thought he heard.
My baby brother died;
Our father and mother broke,
Saying,
Son, you make the decision.
Night after night,
Into the morning,
My little brother and I rehearsed our youth;
I kissed him goodbye.
Profoundly brilliant,
Strung out or trashed,
Still people stood in line for his accounting wizardry.
--I have a scar on my left thigh,
Little boys pretending to be big-time wrestlers.
He would sit and nod at my Angela as she told her South American stories,
Not knowing a thing, hed say, of what she was rehearsing,
Sharing his gummy-worms with her,
Permitting her to simply be,
The way that few gave him the same allowance.
We sang Memory Eternal
As some joined me in the last kiss,
And then, I said goodbye, again,
The last time, that day
As we tossed shovels of earth upon his casket.
Today, I merely re-member:
Blessed Repose.
Memory Eternal.