Sunday, August 28, 2005

Onward Christian soldier.

It's reassuring to know that there are still some Christian warriors who aren't afraid to speak the truth about God's word. Everybody is quick to embrace a watered down version of the God of the bible. Nobody wants to destroy homosexuals, stone to death rebellious children or unbelieving wives... they don't even want to enslave their unbelieving neighbors.

Moral dilema

Saturday, August 27, 2005

The profound question

For the price of a drink, any man could have her for the night...Why would one man want her for a life time?

Friday, August 26, 2005

Michele Malkin's necromancer kit

Well, it's official. I was so impressed with Michele Malkins ability to speak for the dead I decided to scout out the internet in hopes of finding out how she's able to accomplish such amazing feats.

I stumbled across a necromancer kit for $19.95 +tax that includes all the necessary instructions to enable me to speak to,and consequently for the dead. Last night I conducted a short interview(reception was sporadic)with Dan Bullock,a former Marine who holds the distinction of
being the youngest soldier killed in the Vietnam conflict. He was killed at the age of 15.

Hello Dan..Can you hear me?

I hear ya man,not to clearly, but I hear ya.

So, Dan, I guess you know what I want to talk about.

Sure Ygor. You got to remember I'm on the other side, and as they say, I've crossed the Jordan, so reading your mind doesn't present a challenge to me. However,I must point out that it's been something like 37 years since I stepped into glory and I've haven't been keepin' up with current events.

Well, Dan, are you aware that our current President has involved us into another conflict, this time in a Place called Iraq.

Yo, Ygor. Are you fuckin' jiving me? Of course I'm aware, we got bunches of motherfuckers showin' up from Iraq. As a matter of fact that guy Dilawar,the Afghani know the kid who was roundin' up his goats or driving a taxi..some shit like that.He showed up, and man, let me tell ya, they fucked that poor boy up.

Dan, my reception is growing weaker. I haven't got this channeling business completely down, at least not nearly as well as others, like Michele and her conversations with Casey. I'm going to cut it short for now and get back to the instruction manual. It's been nice talking to you and I hope we can connect again.

No problem, Ygor. I can dig it. I got lots to say so I also hope we can hook up again soon. But before ya go. I just want to let ya know that like that big old honky liberal, what's his name, said years ago at his brothers funeral...I don't want to be enlarged in death to more than I was in life.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

I'm a soldier..a coming home soldier

I've been kind of wrapped up in an old emotional wound lately. I'm experiencing a pain that has stayed faithfully by my side for the greatest part of my life and I'm sure will accompany me to the grave. I'm hoping to articulate that pain but for now the only words I can find are," I've been there, I know." These words have value in relation to our servicemen and women now serving in Iraq. They also have value in relation to Cindy Sheehan's plea to the American conscience that we as a nation understand with clarity and honesty the sacrifices we call upon our children to make.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

The Iraq thing

It looks like Bush has gotten himself into a bit of trouble with his invasion of Iraq. His slam dunk didn't quite pan out and the marching freedom seems to be marching to an Islamic tune. Oh, well, maybe better luck next time. It is kinda a shame that so far 1,876 G.I's have died for nothing and over 300 billion dollars has been spent to date. Oh, did I mention that it's been reported that something like 20,000 have been wounded..and it's not over yet...better luck next time, huh?

Monday, August 22, 2005

Let's play the birthday lottery game

OK, here's how we'll do it. Seeing how the deaths of American servicemen in Iraq are now at 1870 and advancing, we soon will be approaching over 1900. If we take that 1900 as a base and figure that anybody who is posting or reading on the internet would have to be born somewhere between the years 1900 and 2000. Of course we realize that an early figure, say of 1920, would be rare as a birth date, but it is possible to have an 85 year old reading or posting on the internet.
So, if we match the number of servicemen killed to the year of your birth on the day of your birth you become the winner. For example:

Say for instance your birthday is July 4, 1976. If the day when American casualties reach 1976 killed and if that number falls on the 4th of July, you become the winner.Simple, no?

Now, just as an illustration...If you were born on todays date( August 23) in the year 1870, you would be the winner..

Saturday, August 20, 2005

The burden of knowing

One of my biggest frustrations is having the ability to always know what the right answer is when pondering philosophical questions. Lately I've been reading a lot of political blogs concerning the situation in Iraq and I notice that uncertainty abounds.

Among the many questions floating about is the question...Should we follow our leaders advice, and "stay the course"?

Well, let's examine that question. First, it would seem to me as proper, to ask— what is the course? Next, we have to decide if the word course is intended to mean a deliberate and intelligently thought out plan designed to achieve a specific result, or whether it means to continue without direction and let events unfold as they will with a reliance on hope that a particular goal will come into being based on our tenacity alone.

As it has become apparent by the events that have transpired, we now know that the invasion of Iraq had a greater reliance on fantasy than on reality in it's planning; therefore, we can safely conclude that the term course, as described by our leader should follow the second definition in our understanding our leaders usage of the word.

Now the final step in arriving at a sound answer to the philosophical question is to ask another question...Given all that you know about our leader's handling of the Iraqi invasion — from it's inception to the present....Do you think we should stay the course?

Friday, August 19, 2005

You can't handle the truth?

There is Such a Thing as “Too Late”

By Ray McGovern
Ray McGovern works for Tell the Word, the publishing arm of the ecumenical Church of the Saviour in Washington, DC, and is co-founder of Veteran Intelligence Professionals for Sanity. On Wednesday, he arrived home in Arlington, VA, after five days in Crawford, and shared these remarks with 300 neighbors at the close of a candlelight observance in honor of Cindy Sheehan.
President Bush still refuses to meet with Cindy Sheehan, the Rosa Parks of Crawford, Texas, but there is some good news. While Crawford’s Camp Casey (named after Cindy’s son killed in Iraq on April 4, 2004) continues to be short on amenities, a sympathetic neighbor has given the hundred or so friends I left there on Wednesday a field in which they can pitch their tents. No longer will they have to try to sleep in the seven-foot wide ditch alongside the road, with local pick-up trucks and Secret Service SUVs whizzing by honking reveille at 5:00 AM. In addition, newly donated tarps are providing some protection from fire ants by night and the 105-degree sun by day.
A rumor ran through the camp that Karl Rove set loose the fire ants into the ditches in the same way he has loosed the rabid talk-show-dogs that have been barking at Cindy. But it turns out the ants are indigenous—like other local pests.
While at Camp Casey I had a daydream. I visualized turning Crawford into Selma. Think of it: 40 years later, thousands of us crossing a new Edmund Pettus Bridge—this time over Tonk Creek en route to the Texas White House. There is legal precedent. In 1965, Federal District Court Judge Frank M. Johnson, Jr. weighed the right of mobility against the right to march and ruled in favor of those marching from Selma to Montgomery. Judge Johnson ruled:
“The law is clear that the right to petition one’s government for the redress of grievances may be exercised in large groups...and these rights may be exercised by marching, even along public highways.”
Folks ask me what I think Cindy Sheehan and her devoted supporters need most at Camp Casey. In my view, the answer is simple: They have built it; will you come? Your bodies are needed on site to help petition our government for redress of the grievance of reckless endangerment of the bodies and the souls of the young men and women sent off to wage an unnecessary war.
Can We Do Something Else to Help?
Two years after the march from Selma to Montgomery Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. took the pulpit at Riverside Church in New York City and gave a speech titled “Beyond Vietnam: A Time to Break Silence.” Today we can substitute “Iraq” for “Vietnam.” Dr. King spoke clearly:
“Now, it should be incandescently clear that no one who has any concern for the integrity and life of America today can ignore the present war. If America’s soul becomes totally poisoned, part of the autopsy must read Vietnam.”
Ignore. That’s what the vast majority of Germans did in the 1930s as Hitler curtailed civil liberties and launched aggressive wars. I was born in August 1939, a week before Hitler sent German tanks into Poland to start World War II. I have studied that crucial time in some detail. And during the five years I served in Germany I had occasion to ask all manner of people how it could possibly be that, highly educated and cultured as they were, the Germans for the most part could simply ignore. Why was it that the institutional churches, Catholic and Evangelical Lutheran, could not find their voice? Why was it that so few spoke out?
A few did...and they provide good example for us today. Lutheran Pastor Dietrich Bonhoeffer spoke out, plotted against Hitler, and was executed. Also executed was a more obscure but equally courageous professor from the University of Berlin, Albrecht Haushofer.
Like Bonhoeffer, Haushofer was arrested for speaking out. The SS prison guards were required to extract a confession from prisoners before they were hanged or shot, but Haushofer refused. When they removed his body, though, a paper fell out of his pocket. It was his admission of guilt written in the form of a sonnet:
...schuldig bin ichAnders als Ihr denkt.Ich musste früher meine Pflicht erkennen;Ich musste schärfer Unheil Unheil nennen;Mein Urteil habe ich zu lang gelenkt...
Ich habe gewarnt,Aber nicht genug, und klar;Und heute weiß ich, was ich schuldig war.
I am guilty,But not in the way you think.I should have earlier recognized my duty;I should have more sharply called evil evil;I reined in my judgment too long.
I did warn,But not enough, and clear;And today I know what I was guilty of.
At Riverside Church 22 years later, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. began by quoting a statement by Clergy and Laymen Concerned About Vietnam: “A time comes when silence is betrayal.” Dr. King added, “That time has come for us in relation to Vietnam.”
And that time has come for us in relation to Iraq. But where are the Clergy and Laymen Concerned About Iraq? Where are the successors to Dr. King, to Bonhoeffer, to Professor Haushofer? “There is only us,” says Annie Dillard, and she is right of course. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
Dr. King was typically direct: “We must speak with all the humility that is appropriate to our limited vision, but we must speak....there is such a thing as being too late....Life often leaves us standing bare, naked, and dejected with lost opportunity....Over the bleached bones of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words: “Too late.”
An Example to Follow
I believe Cindy Sheehan provides prophetic example for us all. She let herself be guided by the spirit within. President George W. Bush had said that the sacrifice of our dead soldiers, including Casey, was “worth it.” And earlier this month he added that it was all in a “noble cause.” Cindy, while giving a talk at a conference in Dallas, spontaneously asked if someone would come with her to Crawford, because she needed to ask the president what it was that he was describing as a “noble cause.” You know the first chapter of the rest of the story. The point I would make here is simply that she was open to the spirit within, decided to follow its prompting, and did not hesitate to claim the help she needed.
Cindy used her conference speech to speak out clearly, as she has been doing for these past several months, and then she acted.
Is it not time for us—each of us—to be open to such prompting. Is it not time for us, amid the carnage in Iraq, amid a presidentially promulgated policy permitting torture “consistent with military necessity,” amid growing signs of an attack by Israel and/or the U.S. on Iran—is it not high time for us to speak...and to act. How, in God’s name, can we not act?
Creative Protest
Dr. King enjoined his listeners at Riverside Church to “seek out every creative means of protest possible,” in matching actions with our words.
Not all of us can join the march to Selma...I mean Crawford. So let’s be creative.
I wear a t-shirt with a representation of Arlington West on the front. At 7:30 AM every Sunday, Veterans for Peace in the area of Los Angeles bring white crosses, stars of David, and crescents, down to Santa Monica beach as a poignant reminder of those troops killed in Iraq. The crosses, stars, and crescents are arrayed respectfully in lines as hauntingly straight as those here in our own Arlington Cemetery.
When a few months ago I had the privilege of helping my veteran colleagues set up Arlington West, there were 1,600 crosses, stars, crescents, and it took three hours to set them in place. We are fast approaching 1,900; I don’t know how long it takes to emplace them now. When the veterans of Arlington West heard of Cindy Sheehan’s courageous witness in Crawford, they packed up 800 and drove all night to ensure that a large slice of Arlington West could be emplaced in newly created Arlington Crawford at Camp Casey.
That’s creative, no?
Here we already have “Arlington East” to honor the dead. But what about the thousands and thousands of wounded? Can we be imaginative enough to discern visually creative ways to witness to and honor our wounded? And what about all the Iraqi civilians—“collateral damage,” in military parlance—who, absent the war, would be alive today? The number of civilian dead was put as high as 100,000 a year ago. Our government does not consider Iraqi casualties worth counting. Is this a way of saying that, in our country’s view, Iraqis don’t count? Have we become so callous as to ignore, and thus acquiesce in that?
These are some spontaneous thoughts...the only suggestions that occur to me this evening regarding things we might consider doing to walk the talk. No doubt, you will have more imaginative, more creative ideas. Don’t wait. Remember: there is such a thing as being too late.
The fire ants were not the only pests in Crawford. There were a few unfriendly folks who kept telling us to go to hell. That brought to mind the dictum of the 18th century English statesman and philosopher Edmund Burke: “The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of crisis, remain neutral.”
Let’s not oblige the pests; I understand that hell is even hotter than Crawford.

Monday, August 15, 2005

The sunsets of your life

I took this picture yesterday. I enjoy sunsets . I'm fortunate enough to live on a lake that always adds to the beauty of a fiery sunset. There's not much to blog about except the usual political bullshit. I am glad that Cindy Sheehan is putting some pressure on Bush's ass. I get really disgusted that people just suck up his little snippets of bullshit..How stupid can people be?

Sunday, August 14, 2005

What an ass-wipe

I'm really pissed at President Bush.I can't think of a bigger clown than that pompous jerk. The only thing with more stupidity are the people who believe he has any credibility. Yeah, right,stay the course! Freedom is on the march. Only an asshole would buy that shit. And meanwhile, people are getting killed because of his nonsense.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Eye candy from the days of yore

Thought I'd throw in a little tinsel for the visual effect. Nothing too bold,just enough to pique the curiosity of them old "history buffs". It's late and I really don't have anything to say; but i've made up my mind to keep on pressing forward with this blog thing. So I'm going to drop this picture and add these lines to keep the momentum going.

How's this for color,huh? I think I'm resorting to cheap gimmickry with this color thing in order to compensate for the lack of literary substance. Like they say...If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, then baffle them with bullshit.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

This one's for me

Alright, To begin...Last night I was scouting around looking for ideas to make my blog more presentable. I ran across a blog site which caught my interest, I read several writings by the author and wasn't particularly impressed. His writings were dull and the writing spirit was one of apology. "Gee,nobody listens to me, I have no friends, I have no life —except for my x-box and I've got some really good things to share with the world; but nobody is listening."
Included in his posting were two links to sites of bloggers who had impressed him with their writing style and he had written to them in the hope of finding the magic beans of superior blogging. One link was to a site where the writer was a bouncer in some nightclub who had spent the past 14 months dedicated to blogging. He went by the name, The Doorman. The message he put out was powerful and confident, I was impressed. He listed quite nicely many of the lessons that he had learned over the preceding months as a blogger. The points he made were all valuable and I took them to heed. The most salient point was the idea that writing will become most powerful when the writer writes for themselves and doesn't write to try to please some imaginary entity in cyberspace.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Phenomenal growth

I just employed some of my superior technical computer skill by incorporating a counter in my blog to keep track of the multitude of visitors. Already the numbers have grown exponentially,I have 25 so far, although many of the hits in that climbing number is due to my frequent visits in admiring my handiwork as a web designer.All things considered, I am amazed by my seemingly meteoric rise in the world of blogs so far.

Do you think because I'm using a design theme with various colors on a black background that people will percieve me as gay?. I hope not!

Sunday, August 07, 2005


I suppose that if you can't see the parallels between Guantánamo and the Inquisition then there's no point in my trying to explain it. It's really sad that America can step so far back into history and abandon the progress of civilization toward human rights. It's only the ones lacking in faith, courage and reason who resort to this most base methods of empowerment.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Where do I find the Paypal donate button?

OK, It's been almost 48 hrs since I embarked on this journey to share myself with the world at large. Here I'm dispensing my unbounded wisdom while laying naked my soul, and as of yet, I haven't been showered with a financial tribute commensurate to my sacrifice. Now, after much deliberation upon this situation, I have concluded that the fault lies not in the stinginess of my followers; but in the fact that the means in which to express their monetary gratitude to me has not been provided to them. I shall seek out a remedy to alleviate my readers predicament.

Creatio ex nihilo

Now, here's an interesting concept that has a flavor of profoundness and projects an image of intellectual prowess when communicated in Latin. The great thinkers of the early church wrestled this concept into a truth that gave power to their positions. When stripped of it's mysticism and translated to the modern venacular it simply means that you pulled it out of your ass. All thought is creatio ex nihilo.

Friday, August 05, 2005

You can't get there from here

Ah,finally. Those wimps at NASA think it's hard to get a space shuttle in orbit..they should try launching a blog.

So, Here I am. And we'll get back to my purpose after the station break. In the mean time, grab hold of your dictionary and look up the word: Acrid...Me and President Bush are going to explore that term together,wink wink.