Monday, April 14, 2003

Hello there

I don't know where you are
But I know you are there

I don't know what you want now
But I know what you will need

I don't know what you look like
But I know what you feel like

I don't know your name
But you know mine

I don't know you
but I already love you

Thursday, April 10, 2003

thank you FOX for this

Stomping on Saddam

Wednesday, April 09, 2003

By Neil Cavuto



I want to talk to the French right now and the Germans and the
Russians. I want to talk to all those who opposed the liberation of
Iraq. I want to show you all something. I want to show you the joyous
scene in downtown Baghdad today.

People oppressed. Now people free. People once hopeless. Now hopeful.
People you forgot. But we remembered.

If you had things your way, they'd still be under the thumb of a
dictator. And you were fine with that. We were not. You had no
problem telling them, "live with it." We had a big problem telling
them, "get over it."

Look at their faces. See their smiles. And feel their joy, their
freedom and their fervor. How do you feel now? Still sure going the
extra mile for them wasn't worth it? I don't think they'd agree.

While you were debating, they were suffering. While you were
kowtowing (kissing ass) to a dictator you knew was an ogre, they were
enduring under a dictator they knew was even worse. They lived in
huts and tenements. He lived in castles. But that didn't bother you.

They scraped by to get morsels. You skulked by to get contracts. They
couldn't realize a penny from the oil that made Saddam rich. You
didn't seem to care, as long as it made you rich.

You opted for profit over principle and deals that made a dictator
richer and his people poorer. You argued the world had no right to
interfere in a sovereign nation. But you won't waste a nanosecond to
worm your way into this new nation. Now you want in, when for so long
the masses have been kept out.

You are as crass as you are cunning, as phony as you are pathetic.

I ask you to look at their faces. Then look at your own. See the
triumph of the human spirit and the coalition soldiers who fought and
died for it. Then see your own pathetic selves, who -- even now --
can't come close to appreciating it.

Monday, March 31, 2003

This was written on 3/9 by a Marine and his buddies stationed in
Kuwait.
They had been listening to news on the radio and heard about anti-
war
protests going on.
He was very upset. He and his buddies wrote the poem.
I pray that those boys didn't go into combat thinking nobody was
behind
them.

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Wish You Were Here

For all the free people that still protest.
You're welcome. We protect you
and you are protected by the best.
Your voice is strong and loud
but who will fight for you?
No one standing in your crowd.
We are your fathers, brothers and sons
wearing the boots and carrying guns.
We are the ones that leave all we own
to make sure your future is carved in stone.
We are the ones who fight and die.
We may not be able to save the world
Well, at least we try.
We walked the paths to where we are at
and we want no choice other than that.
So when you rally your group to complain,
take a look in the back of your brain.
In order for that flag you love to fly,
wars must be fought and young men must die.
We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear.
If that's not respected, we would rather stay here.
So please stop yelling, put down your signs,
and pray for those behind enemy lines.
When the conflict is over and all is well,
be thankful that we chose to go through hell.


Feel free to pass this one, it might get to at least 1 protestors

who thinks their actually helping the troops.

Sunday, March 30, 2003

My bones ache today
I feeling just that much older
My bones ache today
the news is never ending
My bones ache today
Life is forever changing
And Its because of that
My Bones ache today

Thursday, March 27, 2003

AL-JAZEERA
Okay this poem isn't well a poem but I'm mad!

Al-Jazeera has got to go
Hey Hey, Ho Ho
Your smelly pigs and dirty Scum
Hey Hey, Dum Dum
Al-Jazeera has got to go
Hey Hey, Ho Ho

Sunday, March 23, 2003

YOU LIED

I'm glad they booed
I'm glad they hissed your attitude
You have no idea about the Country you stand upon
Michael Moore you
Moron

Tuesday, March 11, 2003

My Favorite Place

On the Hill where I sit
The ants scury in the grass
The breeze wispers summer
The trees beg to be climbed
The sun paints the color of love
On the Hill where I sit I am never alone