War Hero Diary: Too Many Medals

Hey, the Writers Workshop forum is for discussion of the Writers Workshop, which can be found under the workshop button in the top header. I've moved this to Fan Submissions since you're apparently not seeking any constructive criticism on it.

That's why I posted this thing Saturday so that would give everyone time to move my posting again to wherever it is the rules of the road specify. No problem on my part, I just don't know the dictums of this posting board, what goes where and how and for how long and why. But I am assuming that my postings are now settled where they are supposed to be, and Monday I'll start all over again right here. Everyone, thanks for your support and help in the moving process.....fred call aka bigbro

Okay, now that I'm still here after being moved to four different forums I think I can start anew......Bureaucracy, everyone has one....fred call aka bigbro

War Hero Diary: Too Many Medals
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War is a mature endeavor.
It’s amazing how immature a soldier can get while killing someone in a hand-to-hand situation.
My problem is that I’ve got too many medals for heroics and killing, mainly because I’ve fought in too many wars.
I’ve even got kisses on the cheek, pats on the shoulder and Huzzah-like songs recited in my direction.
You want to know the largest body counts?
Okay, at Antietam there were over 24,000 casualties from sunrise to sunset. That’s America’s bloodiest single day.
For the British is was the Battle of the Somme, 58,000 casualties in a single day.
I was there for both of them. Yeah, I saved J R R Tolkien’s life at the Somme, never got a medal for it though, I already got too many medals as it is. But the next time you go to the movies to see Lord of the Rings you can thank me for saving his rear.
This is my diary. A diary of a bona fide living dead war hero with too damn many medals and kisses on the cheek and pats on the ass.

Everybody wants a war but nobody wants to die……
It’s a beautiful thought. You can go to war in liquid body armor while having more of a chance of surviving a battlefield experience than you have surviving a motoring experiencing on I-95.
You got your Plastic Jesus on the dashboard of your car, and your Armor-All Body Armor glued to your skin.
What could go wrong with a Holy Oil War.
I thought about going to Iraq. Thought about it for a couple of minutes. The original Crusades were enough for me as far as Holy Wars go. Once you’ve been a Knights Templar protecting the Holy Grail in a Holy War, it’s damn difficult to back tracking to being an underpaid grunt in a Holy Oil War.

There’s not a whole lot of difference between Fundamental Christians and Fundamental Muslims save for the Latin versus the right to left Arabic writing. Both sides want to go to Heaven for eternity. Which is a pleasant enough thought while artillery shells are dropping all around.
Besides the Latin and Arabic language thing there is a difference between Fundamentalist Christians and Muslims, a really, really big difference.
Fundamentalist Christians want to go to Heaven but they don’t want to die.
Fundamentalist Muslims want to go to Paradise and they are quick to blow themselves up and everyone else around them
This sort of war time mentality made a big splash (pardon the pun) with the Kamikaze deal of World War Two when Japanese pilots gladly dove their aircraft into allied aircraft carriers.
Yeah, I was there too, at Pearl Harbor and Guadalcanal.
The Kamikaze attacks became so virulent that the British Navy took to reinforcing their aircraft carrier decks with extra steel. So much steel that the British aircraft carriers became the slowest ships on the high seas from all the weight. Which made them even easier targets for the Japanese diving Zeros who simply just loaded up on more bombs to crash the thicker decks.
Of course everyone knows that the Kamikaze thing failed the Japanese. Mainly because, well, we had the atomic bomb. That ended that.
It’s not difficult to understand why people assume the Kamikaze philosophy turned out foolish.
Well, was it?
I mean, today that Japanese government is lending money to America for our little Oil War in Iraq.
South Korea is lending us money.
China is lending us money.
Everyone is lending this country money….until we’ve become the biggest debtor nation in the world (a tactic that didn’t work out well for Brazil).
My hunch is that some day some aged ex-Kamikaze pilot (we dropped the second bomb on Nagasaki the day he was supposed to take flight, so he didn’t go), the former Japanese pilot will reach up on the wall of his Kyoto retirement community home, for the light switch, and turn America’s lights off……bigbro aka fred call

War Hero Diary: Pearl Harbor’s 9/11
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This comparison of 9/11 to Pearl Harbor, it don’t take in my book. I was at Pearl Harbor, and I watched 9/11 being replayed mercilessly over and over in slo-mo on television.

At Pearl Harbor I got to shoot down at least one Jap Zero.

At 9//11, all the planes were already down by the time anyone had a chance to raise an anti-aircraft stink.

Far as I know there weren’t even any anti-aircraft weapons stationed on either of the World Trade Center Towers.

My guess is that the new high rises in New York will be built with weaponry on the roofs.

It’s just no fun to start a war without at least shooting down one of the enemy’s planes….even if they are our own planes they are using……bigbro aka fred call

War Hero Diary: Shark Bait
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“I think, therefore I am clever and wiser.”
That’s what Renee Descartes actually said.
Some Madison Avenue dude collectively edited Descartes down to “I think, therefore I am.”
Which goes to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that intelligence and consciousness are not the same thing.
I think, then why the hell am I getting shot at in yet another war.
See, that’s intelligence. Or lack of intelligence if you find yourself in one war after another. Whereas consciousness, well, that’s just an awareness that you exist, and I personally don’t think that the conscious mind knows one way or the other what war the intellectual mind has found itself caught up in yet again.
Twice I’ve had a war ship shot out from underneath myself.
The first time I was with Napoleon escaping Egypt. The damn little fool had made a complete mess out of trying to be a second Alexander the Great. You just don’t take a French army into the Egyptian desert and expect the men to love the heat. Not that Napoleon ever learned a lesson from his Egyptian invasion fiasco. Sure enough Napoleon led his men into Russia to try to love the cold. Egypt and Russia were Napoleon’s greatest disasters after Waterloo.
One of Lord Nelson’s Man-of-Wars sunk the sailing ship I was aboard. Of course we crew members weren’t aware at the time that Napoleon had sent our ship out as diversion for Lord Nelson’s fleet to shoot at, while Napoleon took a smaller but faster ship around the perimeter of Nelson’s fleet, and back to Paris.
Got to hand that little Emperor credit for audacity and self-promotion. Napoleon arrived back in Paris proclaiming the his invasion of Egypt was a complete success, while we bobbed around in the Mediterranean Sea hanging onto floating debris, fighting off the sharks for as long as we could.

The second time I had a naval battle vessel shot out from under me was on our way to Hiroshima aboard the USS Indianapolis.
A battle cruiser.
We of the Indianapolis weren’t going directly to Japan in our battle cruiser. If the Indianapolis had sailed into Tokyo Harbor at that time, we’d of been sunk by shore batteries in a matter of moments.
We were delivering parts to the first atomic bomb to the Enola Gay bomber sitting on a tarmac on Tinian Island. The Enola Gay would go to Japan, via delivering the atomic bomb to Hiroshima. The Enola Gay was waiting for our USS Indianapolis to deliver the final parts to the construct of the first Super Bomb.
We delivered the atomic bomb parts, though most of us aboard the ship didn’t know what we were delivering. That was top secret stuff. Nobody on the Indianapolis knew what an atomic bomb was, or how it could level a city the size of Hiroshima, Japan. We just dropped off the parts on the docks of Tinian Island, then turned our ship around and headed back to home base at Pearl Harbor.
About half way back to Pearl we aboard the Indianapolis knew that Hiroshima and Nagasaki had been eliminated from existence and that the war was over. Everyone on ship figured that we could spend some leisure time getting back to Pearl.
Trouble was that no one had told the Japanese sub commander that the war was over.
The Indianapolis went down like a rock in the Pacific.
We went down so fast that no one had time to radio for help.
The fine people back at Pearl Harbor did not know that we sailors of the Indianapolis were bobbing around in the Pacific, hanging onto floating debris, while sharks ate us one by one.
Many years later, we eaten sailors became famous in the movie ‘Jaws.’
But that’s another story…….fred call aka bigbro

Albert Einstein's letter to
Franklin D. Roosevelt, August 2, 1939

Albert Einstein
Old Grove Road
Nassau Point
Peconic, Long Island

August 2, 1939
F. D. Roosevelt,
President of the United States,
White House
Washington, D. C.
Sir:
Some recent work by E.Fermi and L. Szilard, which has been communicated to me in a manuscript, leads me to expect that the element uranium may be turned into a new and important source of energy in the immediate future. Certain aspects of this situation which has arisen seem to call for watchfulness and, if necessary, quick action on the part of the Administration. I believe therefore that it is my duty to bring to your attention the following facts and recommendations:
In the course of the last four months it has been made probable - through the work of Joliot in France as well as Fermi and Szilard in America - that it may become possible to set up a nuclear chain reaction in a large mass of uranium,by which vast amount s of power and large quantities of new radium-like elements would be generated. Now it appears almost certain that this could be achieved in the immediate future.
This new phenomena would also lead to the construction of bombs, and it is conceivable - though much less certain - that extremely powerful bombs of a new type may thus be constructed. A single bomb of this type, carried by boat and exploded in a port, m ight very well destroy the whole port together with some of the surrounding territory. However, such bombs might very well prove to be too heavy for transportation by air.
- 2 -
The United States has only very poor ores of uranium in moderate quantities. There is some good ore in Canada and the former Czechoslovakia, while the most important source of uranium is Belgian Congo.
In view of this situation you may think it desirable to have some permanent contact maintained between the administration and the group of physicists working on chain reactions in America. One possible way of achieving this might be for you to entrust with this task a person who has your confidence and who could perhaps serve in an inofficial capacity. His task might comprise the following:
a) to approach Government Departments, keep them informed of the further development, and put forward recommendations for Government action, giving particular attention to the problem of securing a supply of uranium or for the United States;
to speed up the experimental work,which is at present being carried on within the limits of the budgets of University Laboratories, by providing funds, if such funds be required, through his contacts with private persons who are willing to make contrib utions for this cause, and perhaps also by obtaining the co-operation of industrial aboratories which have the necessary equipment.
I understand that Germany has actually stopped the sale of uranium from the Czechoslovakian mines which she has taken over. That she should have taken such an early action might perhaps be understood on the ground that the son of the German Under-Secretary of State, von Weizsacker, is attached to the Kaiser-Wilhelm-Institute in Berlin where some of the American work on uranium is now being repeated.

Yours very truly,
Albert Einstein

War Hero Diary: Lordly Rings

I saved Tolkiens’ ass in the trenches.
For eight days 1600 artillery pieces fired almost two million shells at the Germans across No Man’s Land, to soften the Germans up.
Then someone blew the whistle, we all stood up with our bayonets fixed and began a march that would eventually become a book about Middle Earth.
It was 7:30 in the morning on July 1st, 1916, the Battle of the Somme. Before the sun set on No Man’s Land the British dead amounted to over 20,000, the wounded over 35,000. The Crown had never lost so many men in one day of battle, and still never has lost that many men from sunrise to sunset.
Over 55,000 casualties because someone thought that eight days of almost two million artillery shells had left the Germans soft.
Tolkien was marching shoulder-to-shoulder with me while our comrades dropped in droves all around us. We’d come across the English Channel together on a troop ship, now it looked as though we were going to die together. I looked over at Tolkien and said, “You think there’s a better plan, John?”
Tolkien laughed when he unbelievably said to me, “I’m not going to die. I’m going to become a writer. We writers of war are invulnerable.”
“Bullshit!” I said, while deciding that it made no difference one way or the other if I stayed close to John or not for survival. There were so many men dropping dead and wounded around us that marching in one place offered as much security as marching in another out there. So I stayed close to Tolkien on the off chance that he was right in his metaphysical prediction that he was invulnerable to death in war. That he was going to survive this carnage to become a writer, or some shit.
It was in mid-afternoon when eventually things got so bad that I lost faith in everything that hinted of survival.
We were passing a rather large crater hole when I reached to my left, grabbed John by the sleeve and pulled him into the crater hole with me.
“What’re you doing?” Tolkien asked, looking at me in surprise.
“John,” I said, “I don’t give a fuck what your dreams told you about being invisible or invulnerable or whatever out here in No Man’s Land. You and I are staying here in this hole until the sun goes down. Then we are crawling our asses back to our trenches in the dark.”
Which is what we did.
Which was fortuitous for John and me. Being that everyone else in our company were dead or dying out there on the battlefield.
Several days later, when those few of us who’d survived had regained our senses, John thanked me for saving his life in spite of his false notions of invulnerability as an artist. Though John said to me, “I’m still going to become a writer who will tell the story about that day of battle at the Somme.”
I replied, “You go ahead and do that, John. Just remember to write about the little people when you do tell your story.”………….fred call aka bigbro

"By 1918, all but one of my close friends were dead. Garth reminds us that one of every eight Britons who went off to serve in World War I was killed, but that the proportion was even higher -- one in five -- for "Oxbridge-educated servicemen, most of whom became junior officers who had to lead the often suicidal attacks of the war."....J R R Tolkien

War Hero Diary: Lincoln’s Porkpie

Besides saving Tolkien’s life, I managed to save Abraham Lincoln’s life. For a while. Until someone finally got to him in a seated position.
The war had just begun. The Confederacy had won the First Battle of Manassas. The North called it the Battle of Bull Run. Politics and war were so heated up that the two sides called the same battle different names.
Lincoln walked around the city of Washington as though he hadn’t a care in the world for assassins.
The President had been shot at so many times that the situation became something of a local joke. Lincoln’s porkpie hat had at least three bullet holes from would-be assassins.
One of those bullet holes in Lincoln’s tall hat was because of me. I bumped into the arm of an assassin taking aim with his pistol.
The President never thanked me.
I simply went back home to my family farm in Maryland.

A while later you could smell Bobby Lee’s Army of Virginia approaching, marching past my farm.
The Confederate boys, many of them didn’t have shoes, few of them had bathed even recently. Supplies were so short of the Confederates that anything like toilet paper did not exist for them. It was true that farm people had to close their windows when the Army of Virginia marched past.
That didn’t stop many a Marylander from holding a handkerchief to their faces to go outside to possibly get a look at General Lee himself, as he marched his Army of Virginia toward the back door of Washington, DC.
War is a way to alleviate boredom.
More than a few of us farm boys grabbed up our rifles and fell into line with Bobby Lee’s soldiers. We went looking for glory and action and a way away from boredom.
We ended up at the Antietam Creek bridges, outside the town of Sharpsburg.
It was September 17, 1862.
We called it the Battle of Sharpsburg.
The North called it the Battle of Antietam.
We never did get along no-how with them Yanks.
The battle began at sunrise out in Miller’s Corn Field. By noon we were fighting around Dunker’s Church, by mid-afternoon we were fighting for control of the creek bridges, by sunset I caught two of the last fifty caliber balls fired from the North while fighting in the town of Sharpsburg. One ball got me in the gut, the other in the leg.
From sunrise to sunset, every two seconds an American dropped to the ground.
Over 24,000 Americans, North and South, had become a casualty in the bloodiest single day in American war history.
They carried my wounded body to the field hospital where a surgeon immediately began sawing off my wounded leg. They didn’t save limbs in those days. They just sawed them off.
I looked up over my chest at the doc throwing my leg over to the pile of arms and legs already accumulated, when I said to the doc, “Now, why’d you go saw off my leg when I’m gut shot already, doc?”
Everyone knew that when you were gut shot by a fifty caliber ball you died slowly and painfully, but you died all the same. There was no sawing off your belly to save your life.
The doctor looked pitifully at me and apologized, “Sorry son, I didn’t see your gut wound before I took to sawing off your leg.”
Which made sense to me, being that the doctor had been sawing off arms and legs since sunrise, when the battle began. He was tired and couldn’t keep up with everything that had happened to a man.
I said to the doc, “That’s okay. No hard feelings. Cause you want to know something strange, doc? I once saved Lincoln’s life.”
Then I died……………fred call aka bigbro

big brother wrote: Does God or Rhine throw better dice?

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To take a psychic test and compare yourself to God throwing dice:

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Einstein said that God doesn’t play dice, Stephen Hawking begs to differ that God maybe does play dice.

Or, God does play dice if the dice game is observable, so says Hawking about a much loaded game (incorporating Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle that anything observable is affected by observation).

Two poker players are staring each other down with poker faces. One player hedges his bet on free will. The other poker player figures that whoever wins this next hand, it was predetermined a long, long, long time ago, and he figures that his karma is on his good side anyway.

One of these poker players happens to be the famous gunslinger/lawman Wild Bill Hickock. He is holding aces and eights, which in history will forever be known as the ‘Dead Man’s Hand.’ Because just as Mr. Hickock is about to raise his bet, when a man named Jack McCall walked up behind Wild Bill and shot the famous gunfighter in the back of his head.

Was Wild Bill the poker player who held the hand of free will or the hand of predeterminism?

Whichever, Wild Bill obviously didn’t have eyes in the back of his head as far as Jack McCall was concerned.

Would Wild Bill have survived the McCall attack had Wild Bill been playing dice rather than poker?…………..bigbro aka fred call

“According to this theory [strong anthropic principle], there are either many different universes or many different regions of a single universe, each with its own initial configuration and, perhaps, with its own set of laws of science. In most of these universes the conditions would not be right for the development of complicated organisms; only in the few universes that are like ours would intelligent beings develop and ask the question: "Why is the universe the way we see it?" The answer is then simple: If it had been different, we would not be here!”…Stephen Hawking

[url]http://paranormal.about.com/library/weekly/aa040802a.htm[/url]

Flight into the Future
In 1935, Air Marshal Sir Victor Goddard of the British Royal Air Force had a harrowing experience in his Hawker Hart biplane. Goddard was a Wing Commander at the time and while on a flight from Edinburgh, Scotland to his home base in Andover, England, he decided to fly over an abandoned airfield at Drem, not far from Edinburgh. The useless airfield was overgrown with foliage, the hangers were falling apart and cows grazed where planes were once parked. Goddard then continued his flight to Andover, but encountered a bizarre storm. In the high winds of the storm's strange brown-yellow clouds, he lost control of his plane, which began to spiral toward the ground. Narrowly averting a crash, Goddard found that his plane was heading back toward Drem. As he approached the old airfield, the storm suddenly vanished and Goddard's plane was now flying in brilliant sunshine. This time, as he flew over the Drem airfield, it looked completely different. The hangers looked like new. There were four airplanes on the ground: three were familiar biplanes, but painted in an unfamiliar yellow; the fourth was a monoplane, which the RAF had none of in 1935. The mechanics were dressed in blue overalls, which Goddard thought odd since all RAF mechanics dressed in brown overalls. Strange, too, that none of the mechanics seemed to notice him fly over. Leaving the area, he again encountered the storm, but managed to make his way back to Andover. It wasn't until 1939 that that the RAF began to paint their planes yellow, enlisted a monoplane of the type that Goddard saw, and the mechanics uniforms were switched to blue. Had Goddard somehow flown four years into the future, then returned to his own time? (See Fate magazine's "The Air Marshal and the Unexplained" for more details on this story.)

From Stephen Hawking:

The Arrow of Time

Imaginary time is indistinguishable from directions in space. If one can go north, one can turn around and head south; equally, if one can go forward in imaginary time, one ought to be able to turn around and go backward. This means that there can be no important difference between the forward and backward directions of imaginary time. On the other hand, when one looks at "real" time, there's a very big difference between the forward and backward directions, as we all know. Where does this difference between the past and the future come from? Why do we remember the past but not the future? 151

Disorder increases with time because we measure time in the direction in which disorder increases. 156

The progress of the human race in understanding the universe has established a small corner of order in an increasingly disordered universe. If you remember every word in this book, your memory will have recorded about two million pieces of information: the order in your brain will have increased by about two million units. However, while you have been reading this book, you will have converted at least a thousand calories or ordered energy, in the form of food, into disordered energy, in the form of heat that you lose to the air around you by convection and sweat. This will increase the disorder of the universe by about twenty million million million million units - or about ten million million million times the increase in order in your brain - and that's if you remember everything in this book.

War Hero Diary: Deaf, Dumb and Blind
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I’m the guy Dalton Trumbo wrote about.

I’m Johnny.

I got my gun.

Then there was darkness. When I woke up I no longer had arms or legs or eyes or a mouth I could speak with.

The only way I could communicate was by banging my head on the pillow.

The only way I knew that it was day time was when I felt sunlight on my body through what I supposed was a window.

One time (I don’t know if it was early morning or night) someone masturbated me. I think it was a nurse. When she laid her hand on my chest I could feel long nails, like a woman’s. She wrote her name on my chest with her finger. She never came back and I never had sex again.

I’m Johnny.

The guy Dalton Trumbo wrote about in his book “Johnny Got His Gun.”

I went to war and came back deaf, dumb, blind, voiceless and without arms or legs.

I couldn’t even read Braille after that…….bigbro aka fred call

Nixon’s Rainbow Soul Sale:
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Do white men sell their souls as much as Rainbow men? I mean, there’s a pretty long history of white men selling Rainbow men’s bodies. And women’s, too. If it weren’t for the current craze of the international sex slave trade market, not so many white people would have been sold physically. It’s selling your soul that really gets the market moving…fred call aka bigbro

My Lai Massacre
On March 16, 1968 the angry and frustrated men of Charlie Company, 11th Brigade, Americal Division entered the village of My Lai. "This is what you've been waiting for -- search and destroy -- and you've got it," said their superior officers. A short time later the killing began. When news of the atrocities surfaced, it sent shockwaves through the US political establishment, the military's chain of command, and an already divided American public.
My Lai lay in the South Vietnamese district of Son My, a heavily mined area of Vietcong entrenchment. Numerous members of Charlie Company had been maimed or killed in the area during the preceding weeks. The agitated troops, under the command of Lt. William Calley, entered the village poised for engagement with the elusive Vietcong.
As the "search and destroy" mission unfolded it soon degenerated into the massacre of over 300 apparently unarmed civilians including women, children, and the elderly. Calley ordered his men to enter the village firing, though there had been no report of opposing fire. According to eyewitness reports offered after the event, several old men were bayoneted, praying women and children were shot in the back of the head, and at least one girl was raped, and then killed. For his part, Calley was said to have rounded up a group of the villagers, ordered them into a ditch, and mowed them down in a fury of machine gun fire.
Word of the massacre did not reach the American public until November of 1969, when journalist Seymour Hersh published a story detailing his conversations with ex-GI and Vietnam veteran, Ron Ridenhour. Ridenhour learned of the events at My Lai from members of Charlie Company who had been there. Before speaking with Hersh, he had appealed to Congress, the White House, and the Pentagon to investigate the matter. The military investigation resulted in Calley's being charged with murder in September 1969 -- a full two months before the Hersh story hit the streets.
As the gruesome details of the massacre reached the American public serious questions arose concerning the conduct of American soldiers in Vietnam. A military commission investigating the My Lai massacre found widespread failures of leadership, discipline, and morale among the Army's fighting units. As the war progressed, many "career" soldiers had either been rotated out or retired. Many more had died. In their place were scores of draftees whose fitness for leadership in the field of battle was questionable at best. Military officials blamed inequities in the draft policy for the often slim talent pool from which they were forced to choose leaders. Many maintained that if the educated middle class ("the Harvards," as they were called) had joined in the fight, a man of Lt. William Calley's emotional and intellectual stature would never have been issuing orders.

War Hero Diary: Jeffrey Dahmer
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I’ve got a pit bull named Jeffrey Dahmer.
His name used to be Red.
Until he bit off the genitals of an Iraqi prisoner of war.
Jeffrey Dahmer, aka Red, is a red-blooded marine corps trained prison guard dog. I’m a prison guard here at Abu Ghraib.
Red got renamed after he cut loose on the POWs privates.
You think that a pit bull can’t bite off a man’s genitals. Well, take a look at this domestic headline:
Dog Who Bit Off Man's Penis Might Have Been Provoked
ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. -- A police report concerning the dog that apparently bit off a man's genitals says that the man may have been using force against the animal.
Rudolfo Ramirez, 25, might have been trying to forcibly open the pit bull's mouth.
The report also said Ramirez was wandering the neighborhood in only in boxer shorts.

Anytime you think a marine corpse trained pit bull guard dog can’t bite off a POW’s cock, you let me know if you want to meet Jeffrey Dahmer, aka Red.
Now the politicians are making a big deal out of Jeffrey’s supposed poor treatment of POWs.
Hey, pit bulls in wartime ain’t no new thing, ya know.
Did you see the movie ‘Gladiator?”
Yeah, I know. Maximus’s ‘Hell’ was a white wolf. But the Romans had plenty of pit bulls they used against the barbarians.
Look, they don’t just give a marine corps guard like myself a massive chest put bull and tell me to be inventive all on my own.
Sure I had orders from higher up to get these Iraqi POWs to loosen up and tell us things we want to know.
You let your pit bull chomp off one prisoner’s cock and balls and next thing you know all the rest of those prisoners were talking like parrots, telling us everything we needed to know.
You want to know why the war in Iraq is going bad? It’s because the politicians make a big deal out of a marine corps pit bull, that’s why.
Hey, and I don’t know why the economy back in America is going south. As long as I’ve got Jeffrey Dahmber, aka Red, I’m staying in the marines.
I ain’t going back to America to go to a Community College to become a massage therapist or something……..fred call aka bigbro

September 11, 1998
Tracy Edwards was "The One That Got Away" - the man who nearly became Jeffrey Dahmer's 18th victim. Edwards had met Dahmer in a shopping mall and Dahmer had invited Tracy and his friends to an impromptu party at his apartment. However, unbeknownst to Edwards, Dahmer gave them the wrong address so he could get Edwards alone. While sitting in Dahmer's apartment sipping beer, Dahmer put his arms around Edwards and propositioned him. Edwards, a straight man, was instantly awake and said he was going home. At that point, Dahmer placed handcuffs on his arm and led him by knifepoint into the stench ridden bedroom. On the wall of the bedroom were photographs of Dahmer's butchered victims. Edwards realized the stench was coming from a barrel beside the window - and he could imagine what it contained (three male torsos, as a matter of fact). Dahmer told Edwards if he didn't cooperate he would cut his heart out and Edwards swung his right fist in a punch that knocked Dahmer sideways, then kicked him in the stomach and ran for the door. When he had made his escape, he led police to the apartment of horror. When police entered the apartment, they found Dahmer lying on the floor, handcuffed. Then one of the policemen opened the door of a refrigerator and gasped, "Oh my God! There's a goddamn head in here!" That was the moment Dahmer began to scream - a horrible, unearthly scream like an animal. (Crimes And Punishment: The Illustrated Crime Encyclopedia, Vol. XI)

Been here a week and nobody has moved me to another forum. Something like progress. Anyway, thanks to those who were kind. Meanwhile, I'm headed to the islands for weekend fishing. See ya Monday, unless someone moves me again.....bigbro aka fred call

War Hero Diary: Gilles
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Religious wars are nothing new.

The girl called Jeanne d’ Arc, the maiden of the village of Domremy, she brought to our cause a change. She brought the voice of an angel from God to lead us French against the English at Orleans.

The English burned Jeanne at the stake.

Jeanne was condemned to the stake by the English court because she dressed like a man. Still, the English took certain sympathy upon Jeanne. She was supposed to be strangled by the executioner before the flames engulfed her body. But the kindling was drier than anyone anticipated. Before the executioner could step forward with the garrote to strangle Jeanne d’ Arc, the flames jumped skyward unexpectedly.

Jeanne died by the flames instead.

My lord and master, Gilles d’ Rais, went mad with anger and anguish.

Gilles loved the girl who looked and dressed like a man.

Gilles d’ Rais, among the wealthiest of knights in the court of the French Dauphine, loved the girl who fought like a man and who spoke to angels before battle.

With God and his angels on Jeanne’s side, with Jeanne as our leader, we French no longer feared the English in this war of a hundred years and more.

I was one of mercenary knights in the employ of the wealthy and handsome Gilles d’ Rais, the boyhood friend of the king.

We mercenary knights in the employ of Gilles provided one of the strongest fighting forces against the English.

Gilles was in love with Jeanne. Gilles followed Jeanne. We followed Gilles to defeat the English at Orleans.

We continued to follow Gilles who followed Jeanne, until Jeanne was captured and condemned at trial, then put to death at the stake.

A religious war is an unstable war.

Gilles went mad with anger and hatred and anguish at everything that stool the maid of Domremy from him, in his mind.

Gilles began killing indiscriminately, for passions that we, his mercenary knights, could not fully understand.

Yet, we continued to kill upon Gilles’s orders, and we took to kidnapping upon Gilles’s orders, even if those we killed and kidnapped were not the English, but our own poor people of the villages.

Until such time as Gilles was himself put to the fiery stake.

Gilles is forever known to history as Bluebeard.

Religious wars are uncontrollable things……fred call aka bigbro

War Hero Diary: Depopulation

Gentlemen, before we begin our weekly meeting, let’s get past the subject that even us scientists are hit with the bureaucracy bug.

Seems as though our bosses have gone, well, religious on us.

Fundamentally so.

Which is another way of saying that we’ve been handed yet another package to develop yet another interesting weapon’s system.

You know who is angriest at us? The NRA. We are making obsolete the best of their AK-47s and other small arms. Why waste time with bullets when we can rupture internal organs with microwaves, right, gentlemen?

No matter. Our government is pushing us to come up with a clean and unique way to depopulate the planet.

This is as good a segue into the subject of mass insanity as any.
So, those who want to complain, they are welcome in as test monkey examples. Complain all you want, show us your unresolved anger and lack of discipline, and we can use your complaints as examples of mass insanity in the making.

How to depopulate the planet, that’s the subject.

Like it is with any scientific project, efficiency is the key word.
Morality, we don’t always get paid for morality in religious warfare.
If there is a convenient and efficient way of depopulating the planet down to below one billion manageable subject/citizens, the Illuminati Shadow governments would have carried out the operation already. Eventually the population is going to get dramatically thinned, be it through nuclear or biological war, a great natural disaster like in the movies, or a comet or whatever. It’s going to happen. The trick for the multi-national Shadow leaders is to figure out the best way to get rid of the bodies without destroying the technological infrastructure built up by civilizations.

Down bellow a billion people, everyone can have four houses and three cars and plenty of petrol. But if it comes down to nuclear war, hydrogen bombs have a way of demoralizing the best laid plans.

Gentlemen, before we begin today’s work, let’s take a look at the charts and graphs we’ve assembled on proposed mass insanity as a means of changing the demographics………….fred call aka bigbro

Mass insanity
While physical health has improved in most parts of the world over the past century, mental health is getting worse. The World Health Organization estimates that 500 million people around the world suffer from a psychological disorder. By 2020, depression will likely be the second leading cause of death and lost productivity, right behind cardiovascular disease. Increasing human life spans may actually intensify the problem, because people have more years to experience the loneliness and infirmity of old age. Americans over 65 already are disproportionately likely to commit suicide. Gregory Stock, a biophysicist at the University of California at Los Angeles, believes medical science will soon allow people to live to be 200 or older. If such an extended life span becomes common, it will pose unfathomable social and psychological challenges. Perhaps 200 years of accumulated sensations will overload the human brain, leading to a new kind of insanity or fostering the spread of doomsday cults, determined to reclaim life's endpoint. Perhaps the current trends of depression and suicide among the elderly will continue. One possible solution- promoting a certain kind of mental well-being with psychoactive drugs such as Prozac- heads into uncharted waters. Researchers have no good data on the long-term effects of taking these medicines.

War Hero Diary: Hashashin

“Young man of poor and humble origins, do you want Paradise in your future?”

“Oh, yes, master.”

“Then drink this wine, young man.”

The poor potential recruit does as ordered, the drugs within the wine causes the young recruit to fall instantly asleep. Hassan Sabah orders me and two other of his men to carry the young recruit’s body to the garden. When the young recruit wakes he finds himself surrounded by beautiful women who pander to him. One of the women hands the young recruit another goblet of wine. It too is drug laced. The young recruit falls deep into sleep again. Hassan Sabah orders us to take the young recruit back to his humble hovel.

The young man wakes to find himself back where he began. “Hassan Sabah, where are the women?”

“They are in paradise,” Hassan Sabah said to the young recruit.

Hassan looks at me, I nod confirmation that indeed the young virgins are in paradise awaiting the young recruit’s return. Should the young man promise to give his life to the Hashashin.

“I promise to do whatever you ask of me,” the young recruit swears solemnly to Hassan Sabah.

Again, Hassan Sabah turns to me, “Take the young man to the mountain fortress to begin his training as a Hasashin.”

With five professionally trained men, Hassan Sabah has vowed, he can cut off the head of a snake to kill an entire army…

I am one of those Hashashins who has in the past successfully made my way into the encampment of the invading Christians. I have killed a general of the Knights Templar with my very own knife……….fred call aka bigbro

"The Old Man of the mountain dwelled in a most noble valley shut in between two very high mountains where he had made the largest garden and the most beautiful that was ever seen in this world. There were set to dwell ladies and damsels the most beautiful. Their duty was to furnish the young men who were put there with all delights and pleasures. And into this garden entered no man except only those base men of evil life whom he wished to make satellites and Assassins." Marco Polo: Travels in Asia.

War Hero Diary: Depopulation

“Allah fucked me, the All powerful….” Naked Lunch and depopulation…………
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“Allah fucked me, the All powerful…..” ‘Naked Lunch: Islam Incorporated and the Parties of Interzone,’…..William S. Burroughs.

We’re talking the depopulation of the world, here. From seven billion people down to a billion, or half that.
That’s the overall Illuminati plan.
Has anything like this happened in history?
You bet it has, it happened to Rome.
At the height of the Roman empire the population of Rome stood at over a million citizens. Then came the barbarians at the gate. By 550 AD the population of Rome was down to 40,000. All those old buildings and so few people, you’d think this was paradise on earth.
Thing again.
It was called the Dark Ages of Europe.
Europe was plagued by famine, disease, barbarians, superstition, illiteracy…and the church.
Because the church passed an edict that nudity was not allowed under pain of death or excommunication, the people couldn’t bathe regularly. Skin disease and lice ran rampant among the populace.
This decline in Medieval Europe’s poor quality of life continued for another five centuries. For five centuries Europe was engulfed in never-ending wars.

What was the rest of the world doing?
The prophet Mohammed began experiencing his visions. Between 613 Ad and his death in 632 AD, Mohammed united the desert tribes into a high culture of social and scientific progress.
In Europe, serfdom replaced outright slavery as a more economic means of keeping the people under the church/state’s thumb.
The European church became the largest feudal landholder of the Dark Ages.
The divine right of kings was established by the church with the coronation of Charlemagne. That meant that the church stood behind the king, whatever the king and God wanted to do with the people.
While in Jerusalem, under Muslim rule, Christians and Jews were allowed religious freedom and their economic places progressed.
The Moors conquered much of Spain and Italy.

The first Crusade began in 1096 Ad.
The eight and the last Crusade ended with the Christian defeat at the battle of Acre a century and a half later.
The international oil wars are going on as we speak.

During the Crusades, Hassan-I-Sabah, the Old Man of the Mountain that both Marco Polo and William S. Burroughs have written about, began the Order of the Assassins.
The Order of the Assassins was, and is, the Muslim counterpart/parallel of the European Church’s Knights Templar.
International secret societies abound.
World depopulation is again in progress.
Uncontrolled world depopulation can create a vast Dark Ages of the 21st century if we are not careful and go about the plan in an orderly and more precise fashion than did the Fall of Rome……

“Jeeeeeeeeeeesus!” Both ejaculated at once standing up.” Naked Lunch: Hassan’s Rumpus Room……………William S. Burroughs.

……………………..fred call aka bigbro

Hey, how about them Socks? Anyway, time to head to the islands for fighing. Everyone have a good weekend....fred call aka bigbro

War is young men dying while old men talk:

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This missive is for the one young guy sitting out there contemplating whether to volunteer for military service to go fight for your country.

………Just one young man out there, any one of you, this is for you.

………Because you won’t be fighting for your country, you will be fighting for an international oil cartel.

………Every day we are hearing from young men in the military who realize they are caught in a quagmire that America can’t get out of, and this missive is for that one young fellow who is on the fence trying to decide which way to go: to join or not to join.

………Some guys will decide to enlist to go fight in Iraqnam, they might get their legs blown off, or mercifully they might get killed outright and not have to live a life as a vegetable in a dingy and dirty VA hospital.

………The only way the average American at home will care about those crippled or killed is how it affects the price of gasoline going into their SUVs.

………Before you make that decision to join or not to join the military, do me a favor, read just one book for me.

………I mean, Jesus Barking Christ, if you can decide to spend the next four years in a flak jacket being shot at by insurgents, you can read a simple little book. It’s an easy read.

………The book is by Dalton Trumbo.

……….It’s called ‘Johnny Got His Gun.’

………It’s a story about a soldier who has lost his arms and legs and eyes and ears and he can’t speak and he doesn’t know where he is and the only way he can communicate with the outside world is by thumping the back of his head on a pillow. He assumes he’s in an army hospital somewhere. He feels hands he assumes are the nurse’s as they turn him over so he can shit and piss. He can’t tell them what he wants or needs or how bad the nagging itch on his back is driving him crazy. The only way he knows between day and night is when he feels sunlight hit his torso.

………This is the way a lot of soldiers in Iraqnam feel right about now. They want a way out, and there is no end in sight. Doesn’t look as though the November elections, one way or the other, will do much to change their fate.

………So, before you walk into that recruiter’s office and put your name down on that military contract, read Dalton Trumbo’s ‘Johnny Got His Gun.’ Then make up your mind….bigbro aka fred call
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Johnny Got His Gun
by Dalton Trumbo (Author)

The brutal, terrifying, and uncompromising occurrence of war has destroyed millions of lives in past centuries. In Johnny Got His Gun the horrible realities of war are illustrated through the mind of a helpless victim of war named Joe Bonham. In the book Joe loses his eyes, ears, nose all the way to his throat, arms, and legs due to a bomb blast. He goes through life lying on a hospital bed thinking to himself and trying to reach out and communicate with his nurses by tapping his head on his pillow in Morse code. When he finally communicates he is not given any help. The author, Dalton Trumbo, uses details, appropriate syntax, and diction for Joe's thoughts to indicate that the gruesome idea of war must be avoided at all costs.
Trumbo uses an abundance of very simple details in Joe's description of the events of his life, many of which are appealing to the senses. These sensory details not only help the reader picture the situations and relate to the characters but they also provide a contrast with Joe's condition. While at war, a bomb explosion left him without a sense of sight, hearing, and taste. At the hospital Joe thinks about his life before he went to war. In one instance Joe thinks about when he worked at a bakery and remembers blueberry pies, hot crossed buns, and roses given to his boss by a fellow worker. Later in the book Joe thinks about the many fruits and vegetables that his father grew and his mother canned. Every item of food Joe mentions is a reminder to the reader that he will never taste food again. Such small details can evoke so much sympathy for Joe.

Trumbo also uses a very intelligent and accurate syntax for the streaming, desperate, or sometimes quick thoughts of Joe. Trumbo does not use punctuation in this novel which may suggest he wanted Joe to sound as though he had a stream of thoughts. When Joe thinks about things he likes in his past life, the sentence structure is narrative, flowing, and said with a calm and peaceful tone. In telling about his job at the bread factory Joe says "Walking all night long and working hard and getting eighteen dollars at the end of the week for your trouble. Not bad."(65) However when Joe is worried about something or becomes panicky, the syntax changes to panic with the tone. As Joe is coming to the realization of being totally disabled, he becomes frantic and says "Oh please no. No no. It isn't me. Help me. It can't be me. Not me. No no no....".(64)

Trumbo uses diction to reveal the truth about war. In the very beginning of the book Joe loses a close family member. The discovery of the death for the reader is very blunt when Joe says "Jody I got to go home. My father just died."(4) This event sets the tone of the book as lonely and depressing. Joe has not been in the hospital very long but he thinks to himself "there was a thick silence and yearning to listen and lonesomeness."(14) Joe becoming totally disabled continues the book with a sympathetic and sorrowful tone. Although the book is swarming with depressing horrific depictions of war the accomplishments Joe makes while on the hospital bed are very inspiring and prove to outweigh the bad. Perhaps the most moving part of the book was when Joe, after trying so long, actually communicated with someone. The nurse has brought a man to send Morse code by tapping Joe on the forehead. Joe says "A finger came out of the darkness a finger so enormous that it shattered against his forehead like the crash of a pile driver. It echoed inside his brain like thunder in a cave."(217) Joe seems as though he will be rescued but the man who he had made first contact with just dismisses Joe's persistent head tapping and sticks a needle in him to put him to sleep. The book ends with a mocking tone in the sentence "You plan the wars you masters of men plan the wars and point the way and we will point the gun."(243)

Through use of diction, syntax, and detail Trumbo was able to reasonably expose the controversial issue of the harsh realities of war and how people should not be sent to die against their will. Even though Trumbo wrote this book in fiction it is very believable because it is so realistic and everything in it probably has happened. If every member of every military in the world could read this book then they might think twice before having a war.

The first rule about fight club is you don't talk about fight club.

The second rule about fight club is you don't talk about fight club.

You don't say anything because fight club exists only in the hours between when fight club starts and when fight club ends.

... that's the third rule of fight club, when someone says stop or goes limp, even if he's just faking it, the fight is over.

No, wait! That rule has been changed. If you are fighting a Neocon, and the Neocon is down, bayonet the Neocon….fred call aka bigbro

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Useless Eaters: The Depopulation Plan

Part I: Historical Perspective
11/19/95
Many writers have spoken of intentional plans by certain Elite to thin-out the world's population; it's a recurring theme among so-called conspiracy theorists. There are frequent references to "useless eaters", which includes the bulk of mankind. Most, when hearing of plots to depopulate the planet, simply say under their breath, "Yeah, right," or more often, while shaking their head, "You're nuts." But when there is a careful examination of writings by prominent authors of this century, pieces of the puzzle certainly do fall into place - pieces which support the contention that there are certain individuals, if not entire governments, who have implemented a program of global genocide in an effort to salvage and corner "resources".

What you will be reading in this series on Depopulation Of A Planet are selected writings from a wide cross-section of viewpoints and political leanings. I will be using "their" own documents, their own words, to weave a fabric which, in the end, will be a tapestry of undeniable clarity for those with eyes to see.

Without the historical foundation upon which to base understanding, writing about current efforts at depopulation, through the use of viruses and microorganisms, would have far less significance. So please stay with it as you read and it will come together. I realize that some of this initial material may seem dry, but it is important for a broader understanding of this critical and timely issue.

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Nuclear Demonic War and Holy Terrorism, part one:
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Disclaimers and Obituaries and Prefaces:
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As I reported last week, I’d be off to Washington to attend a long weekend conference of journalists and international think-tank specialists.
This conference was hosted by an organization dedicated to ferreting out the truth that you won’t be hearing on the radio, or seeing on the evening television news, or reading in your newspapers. The standard media treats the truth as though it is not meant for everyone. Which is applicable, because if the truth were meant for everyone, this might be a very different world. As it is, the truth is an elite proposition. What is generally disseminated as news is more of a corporate image, propaganda nature designed to appease, and to make world politics look as though all is in control.
This past weekend’s conference dealt with reports coming in from troops slowly returning from Iraq. Many of the troops have had their stay extended. Their return to the United States has been gradual. While they were in Iraq their emails home were censored. Their phone calls allowed were far too brief for any one soldier to describe what he or she experienced in the desert of Iraq. Slowly individual soldiers are returning home. Some of them are willing to talk about what they experienced.
Some of what they are reporting was also reported from troops returning from the First Gulf War. The difference being that the First Gulf War was relatively short in duration. This time around the troops have been in Iraq over a year, the stories are more numerous. Yet there are startling similarities in what is being said about Iraq.
Some of the uncensored talk from returning troops deals with the very peculiar arsenal terrorists are using against America’s superior firepower, and our nuclear superpower status.
The weapons that the Iraqi based terrorists are using against our troops defy logical explanation. These implements of destruction are not what would be commonly found in the Jane’s encyclopedic list of world’s weapon’s systems.
The terrorists who have assembled themselves in Iraq have arrived from all over the world. Just as they had done in Afghanistan during their war against Soviet Russia, back in the 1980s, in what is now referred to as Russia’s Vietnam (troops are now referring to Iraq as Iraqnam).
The desert tactics and weapons used by this worldwide coalition of assembled terrorists defies the general nuts and bolts description of rifles and artillery and smart bombs that the American forces have at their disposal. Al Qaeda, a catch phrase for a coalition of worldwide terrorist groups, has a psychologically ominous weapon at its disposal. Words such as ‘unnatural’ have been expressed by returning troops describing how their comrades have mysteriously died or fallen victim to strange dementia in the desert heat and mirages.
More often, American troops are coming to the feeling that America has been duped into falling into Osama bin Laden’s plan to lure America’s military might into the desert, far from home base, where terrorist forces can probe troop vulnerabilities. Al Qaeda knows that they can not match firepower to firepower with the American forces (though the supply of arms from China and Russia is extensive to Al Qaeda). Al Qaeda instead relies upon the mysteries of desert warfare to offset the American force’s superior weapons logistics. American soldiers from stateside urban environments are going up against hundred of generations of nomadic knowledge of the desert, and the hidden secrets within the dunes.
American soldiers are dying in ways that are not defined by the usual forensic pathology.
Soldiers suddenly take to acting completely out of character, in maddening ways that defy the logic of their military training.
As one soldier anonymously put it, “They have something out there in the desert that we don’t know about. That we’ve never seen. And it’s scary.”
We keep the identities of these returning soldiers a secret. We don’t want them suffering retribution from the military for speaking the truth. The FBI has asked for verification to what we report. We do not divulge our sources. If the FBI or anyone else in the intelligence community wants to know our source of information, we tell them that it is all made up, it is all sci-fi.
For those of you who are skeptics and don’t want to read this report, my immediate advice is for you to go onto other pursuits.
The truth is not meant for everyone.
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Ordinary Soldiers Dying Extraordinary Deaths…… and why the coffins are hidden from photographic view.
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“Plain and simple,” as one returned soldier told us, “the brass doesn’t want the public to see how our guys are dying out there.”
Ordinary soldiers find themselves in inexplicable situations in the desert. Al Qaeda strangely has managed to ensnare the World’s Policeman in its lair. This is not the first time Osama bin Laden’s leadership took on the dimensions of a superpower. The Russians learned a hard lesson in Afghanistan against Al Qaeda. Back in the 1980s, America and Britain armed Osama bin Laden’s troops to fight the Russians to a standstill in Afghanistan. During the Russian/Afghanistan conflict, Russian troops reported that there was something more to fear than the weapons the terrorists were supplied with by America and Britain.
Russian soldiers speak of a more ominous, inexplicably mysterious force of power available to the desert warriors.
Today in Iraq, as American troops battle an array of terrorists assembled from around the world, these terrorist now being supplied arms by Russia and China (as well as nuclear technology from Pakistan), American soldiers are reporting, now that some of them have returned home, that what they feared more than the Russian or Chinese supplied armaments is something that they can’t explain.
A soldier said to me, “Read the first couple of pages of the book The Exorcist.”
I got the book, with the soldier watching I read the opening pages, part of which read: “Northwest was Mosul: east, Erbil: south, was Baghdad and Kurkuk and the fiery furnaces of Nebuchadnezzer…it was a green stone head of the demon Pazuzu, personification of the southwest wind. It’s domain was sickness and death.”.
I looked up from my reading of the William Peter Blatty novel that had been made into a popular movie, and asked the soldier what this meant to him, and to his buddies in Iraq.
He explained to me, “The brass has outlawed us from having this book. But copies of the book keep turning up. I don’t know who’s handing them out. But the story is the same. Iraq is the birthplace of demonic possession.”
I asked the soldier if he believed this as being possible.
The soldier said that if I’d have seen what he saw out there in the desert, “You’d start believing anything is possible.”
The soldier went on to tell me, and others, tales of inexplicable ways his comrades had died out there in the desert. They were not the wounds one was accustomed to seeing inflicted by bullets or shrapnel. The soldier said, “It’s something more sinister than all of that.”
The soldier also described events where comrades suddenly lost control of their senses, they fell mad and out of control. “Yeah, you start thinking that maybe its more than the heat and shadows at night,” the soldier told us.
The soldier reiterated that passages from the book The Exorcist mysteriously popped up out of nowhere, “As if someone was trying to warn us what was ahead for us,” the soldier emphatically stated.

From individual reports, the deaths that the Pentagon refuses to allow journalists to photograph, not even their coffins, are deaths that even hardened veterans of military conflicts find almost impossible to accept.
“The brass can’t get a spin on it,” more than one returned soldier has reported to us.
It’s not only the mysterious deaths of American troops that the Pentagon refuses to allow to be photographed, it is the madness that the military command is trying to keep under wraps.
Ironically, photographs of the madness have escaped through the censor’s blockade. The images of prison torture are, apparently, only a precursor to what can be seen out in the fields.
“Guys are going crazy left and right,” a soldier described for us. “I knew this one guy who was about as gentle a person as a soldier could be. When he arrived in Iraq he was a guy who cared about the innocent people. Then one day, without warning, he opened fire on a group of citizens just standing there minding their own business. We had to jump him, take away his weapon before he killed anymore Iraqis. I don’t know what happened to him. Nobody in my outfit knows. We never saw him again. We figure he was made a section-eight (a military term for someone declared mentally incapable, or even dangerously insane). Stuff like this was happening all the time.”
When asked, returned soldiers reported to us that part of the dementia they saw their fellow soldiers fall into could have been due to the mysterious way they’d seen their comrades killed.
“It was like there was a blinding windstorm that ripped my friend to pieces,” a soldier told us. “Like their were howling dogs in the wind, or something that didn’t make sense.”
“Booby traps and snipers were one matter to deal with,” another soldier said to us. “This shit went beyond the call of duty.”
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A Repetitive Motion Through Mortuary Science and Military Mental Health.
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The first occasion our organization heard about these mysterious deaths in the desert came after the First Gulf War. A few soldiers felt compelled to come forward to speak to us, to tell the truth as they had seen it happen.
They came to us because, as one soldier put it, “No one else would listen. If we tried to bring this stuff up the chain of command, they’d court martial me. Or assign me off onto an island or something.”
The First Gulf War was relatively short, not a lot of soldiers wanted to talk about what happened out there in the Iraq desert. Some said that it was just a quirk, that it couldn’t have happened. That it must have been a mirage or a result of the heat. A lot of soldiers just didn’t want to talk about it, they wanted to forget. But some soldiers couldn’t forget what had happened to them and their buddies in the First Gulf War. Some had bad dreams that they had to get off their chest.
Many of these tales of ominous events were reported by soldiers who’d returned from the jungle of Vietnam. They’d been thrown into an alien environ to fight an enemy who was at home in the jungle. There were curses to deal with besides firefights in Vietnam. To a large extent it was grudgingly shrugged off that Agent Orange was the cause of dementia and strange forms of death. As the more many Vietnam veterans began to report their experiences, they became increasingly resolved to admitting that the mysterious deaths and madness encountered in the Vietnam jungle were not the results of Agent Orange or Viet Cong snipers (the Vietnam War led to the madness of Richard Nixon tape recording his political crimes).
As a few more veterans of the First Gulf War came forward to speak to us, as though to exorcise the nightmares they’d suffered since that first invasion of Iraq, they more often came to grudgingly accept that the mysterious black lung malady was caused by something the Pentagon brass had declared impossible to have happened.
A First Gulf War veteran had said to me, “The army shrink told me that what I saw couldn’t possibly have happened, that I was suffering post traumatic shock, or some bullshit. Which I might have been. I was definitely in shock at what I saw out there in the desert. And it damn sure could have happened because I wasn’t hallucinating. I’m just having bad dreams about it afterward.”
Those were reports from certain First Gulf War veterans who could not find a sympathetic ear in the veteran’s hospitals. Now, with this second war in Iraq, a much protracted war that looks as though it will be continuing for a long time yet to come, similarities between the Vietnam My Lai massacre and the current Abu Ghraib prison torture scandal are slowly coming to light.
With the new era of what more soldiers are calling Iraqnam comes more tales of inexplicable Holy War terror and cruelty.
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The news out of Iraq has been censored and edited. The journalists in Iraq have been embedded, which is a euphemism of being kept under control and basically quiet.
The Iraqnam War, the first war of the millennium, is resurrected cruel tales of ancient Holy Wars where the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse took everyone, occupiers and occupied alike.
In the olden days of the Knights Templar, back when the popes sent their armies into the desert lands to collect the prized Arabic tapestry and finely crafted precious stone jewelry, mysterious deaths were reported by the Pope’s knights. Deaths that were not like anything seen inflicted by sword, scimitar, or arrow. In this contemporary Holy War where the prize is oil, apparently the longevity of the demonic beast of the desert has survived much longer than the lesson learned by Western powers invading the Mideast cultures. The knights of old were sent into paroxysms of madness. Today’s heavily equipped soldiers are being faced with psychological attacks they are not always capable of defending against.
The reports take time to filter through the system. Troops in Iraq have had their stay extended. Those who have returned home are often the rear-echelon troops. It is a long standing military tradition that those troops who’ve seen the most combat will again see the most combat, to take advantage of their combat experience. Slowly troops are returning. Some of them want to talk to someone who will listen to their stories of strange terrors in the dust storms of madness and physical depravity.
Slowly soldiers are returning from Iraq with fear still etched in their eyes, and the need for some sound sleep.
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Pazuzu is one of the seven demons that Christ cast out of the body of Mary Magdalene. To give you an idea of Pazuzu, some cheap information for those too lazy to research exorcism for themselves.

Demonic War and Holy Terrorism…:

The soul should have as many enemies as the physical self.
War does strange things to ordinary men, war is a form of mass hypnotism
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To intimate that a demonic possession in a battlefield situation is akin to a popular novel made into a movie sounds on the surface rather ludicrous.
As I reported, we’ve been talking to returning Iraq troops. Their return has been long in coming. The stories are familiar. Returning Vietnam Veterans have talked about things they can’t explain, and that no one would allow them to try to explain. Veterans of the First Gulf War are opening up to what they experienced as a third world country takes on a nuclear superpower with what primitive weapons they have.
Things happened in the jungles and the desert alike.
Men have killed in ways they never believed possible for them. Men have been killed in ways that nobody can pathologically explain. And men have gone mad for reasons beyond the usual explanation of battlefield stress.
“They don’t have nuclear warheads like we do,” one returning veteran combat soldier reported to us, “but they have something we don’t have.”
Young men from cities and farms in America have been thrown into an alien environment of jungles and deserts. They’ve done war with those who’ve spent hundreds of generations fighting in the jungles and deserts.
Our troops have discovered the hard way that there are battle strategies that can’t be trained for back in the states. “And once we get out into the field,” the soldier said, “it’s often too late.”
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The demon Pazuzu of desert lore, mentioned in William Peter Blatty’s novel ‘The Exorcist’ is one of the seven demons caste out of Mary Magdalene by Jesus.
The situation is that the Church largely denies Mary Magdalene, Pazusu, and exorcism.
At least the Church roundly denied the practice of exorcism when Blatty’s novel came out to public acclaim. Once the word, and then the movie, were in the public domain, priests and clergy of all ilk began telling their personal stories of exorcism.
Before Blatty wrote ‘The Exorcist’ he was a Hollywood screenwriter working on comedic films such as the ‘Pink Panther’ series with Peter Sellers.........fred call aka bigbro

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These heros passed away on this day in history.

BRUCE ALLYN ABDELLAH
Army - PVT - E1
Age - 18
Date of Birth - Dec 15, 1952
From - EAST HOLDEN , MAINE

ELMER ROBERT LEE ABLES JR
Army - SFC - E7
Special Forces
Age - 30
Date of Birth - Oct 25, 1937
From - NEWHALL , CALIFORNIA

RICHARD JOSEPH ACEVEDO
Marine Corps - LCPL - E3
Age - 19
Date of Birth - Jun 01, 1948
From - LOS ANGELES , CALIFORNIA

DEWEY LEE ALEXANDER
Navy - LTJG - O2
Age - 39
Date of Birth - Jan 23, 1927
From - HOUSTON , TEXAS

HERBERT ARVISO
Army - SGT - E5
4th Infantry Division
Age - 21
Date of Birth - Oct 13, 1948
From - FARMINGTON , NEW MEXICO

CARROLL JAMES BAILEY
Army - PFC - E3
25th Infantry Division
Age - 20
Date of Birth - Jul 23, 1948
From - MORGANTON , NORTH CAROLINA

CODY ALLEN BALISTERI
Navy - LTJG - O2
Age - 25
Date of Birth - Mar 20, 1941
From - SHEFFIELD LAKE , OHIO

DAVID ALLAN BARTLETT
Marine Corps - LCPL - E3
Age - 19
Date of Birth - May 14, 1948
From - LANCASTER , OHIO

TERRY HOYTE BATES
Army - SP4 - E4
1st AVN BDE
Age - 19
Date of Birth - Nov 02, 1948
From - MARIANNA , ARKANSAS

JOSEPH ROBERT BECK JR
Army - SP5 - E5
Special Forces
Age - 23
Date of Birth - Feb 22, 1944
From - GREENCASTLE , PENNSYLVANIA

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Nuclear Demonic War and Holy Terrorism…part two:
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From the first of ancient days when the Hittite warriors, or the Assyrian invaders, or the Babylonian charioteers mercilessly swung bronze sword blades to decapitate and enemy and enslave the dead man’s wife and children, the oppressed and enslaved have had to rely upon resources of survival that transcended the bounds of the world of the five senses.
Imperialistic invading armies have marched through time immemorial capturing villages and walled cities, taking slaves, tearing down the gates of Troy, occupying the land by using greater weapons of technology.
The enslaved and the oppressed have had to fight back with things less material and tangible. They have had to rely upon incantations to secret gods and demons alike, to place curses upon their new masters.
Black magic.
Voodoo.
Occultism.
Underground religious ceremonies.
The immaterial matters of the underworld have been called upon and prayed to by the oppressed as a gift or revenge against the Imperialist powers. When the oppressed had neither sword nor shield nor chariot to fight back with, the oppressed fought back with the magic of the dark side, and their faith in the supernatural magic of the beyond.
The fight of the oppressed was not always successful.
The Mayans and the Aztecs called upon their gods and demons of human sacrifice to ward off the power of gunpowder and horses brought by the Conquistadors who came to steal the Mayan and Aztec gold. These two civilizations advanced in medicine and astronomy, but not in then modern warfare, were brought to extinction.
In some instances there was more success.
In Brazil, the slaves retreated at night into the jungles to practice voodoo and a mystical form of martial arts born from the jungle ghosts. The Brazilian form of ‘karate’ incorporated intense athletic gymnastics combined with fatal kicks and fearsome hand blows that eventually enabled the Brazilian slaves to successfully revolt against their masters.
The Chinese Boxers, of the Boxer Rebellion in China, called upon their Asian spirit guides for the gift of invisibility to fight the British heroin dealers who sold drugs that ravaged the hearts and minds and bodies of millions of hapless Chinese people.
The Lakota Sioux American Indian Tribes under Chief Sitting Bull performed the Ghost Dance that they believed would make them impervious to the bullets from the American cavalry soldier’s rifles.
The Tibetan monks called upon the spirits of the Himalayan Mountains against the Communist Chinese invaders, calling upon the mountain spirits to whisk away to safety the Dalai Lama.
The people of Korea and Vietnam called upon spirits of all sorts to fight off generations of invaders to their countries. They called upon the secrets of reincarnation as a means to die, and to be reborn so as to fight their enemy yet again.
Today, American forces are in Iraq. They are after the oil in the ground in the mystical land between the Tigres and Euphrates Rivers, the land known as the ‘cradle of civilization’ to humankind. Much of history’s secrets of the occult forms of defense come from this mystical Babylonian lands of the furnaces of Nebuchadnezzar and Puzuzu, the demon that invaded the body of Mary Magdalene, the demon that gave battle to Christ.
Slowly but surely American soldiers are returning home to America with personal stories of the horrors of war, and the unexplainable ways in which the desert nomads fight back against foreign invaders.
There are otherwise censored tales of comrades dying from wounds that do not resemble the wounds made by bullets or shrapnel or bayonet.
There are tales of soldiers suddenly going mad from the vibrations emitted from the sand.

The American troops went to Iraq with superior weapon’s technology, some soldiers only to discover that the ancient desert harbors many maddening secrets behind the mirages.
These soldiers are just beginning to tell their personal accounts of meeting the supernatural forces of the Southwest winds of the Babylonian desert, where for thousands of generations the nomads have fought against one invader after the other.
We are listening to these soldier’s stories, recording their stories, trying to get them help when the military brass refuses to listen.
We are looking into the history of the occult used by the oppressed against Imperialist invaders to try to come to a better understanding of what these soldiers saw and felt over there in Iraq.

“Terrorism is more than instilling fear through the suicidal use of bombs. Terrorism is the feeding of sacrificial souls to ravenous demonic forces,” so said the recorded voice of Osama Bin Laden on one of the many tapes being circulated through Iraq.
Supposedly it is the voice of Osama Bin Laden, being that there is much evidence that Osama Bin Laden is dead.
Even those who believe it is Osama’s voice believe that Osama is dead, but that Osama speaks to them from beyond, as a supernatural incantation of terrorism.
We will later get into the curious relationship between the reportedly dead Osama Bin Laden and the imprisoned terrorist Ramiz Yousef.
But first we are going to talk about an invention from a dream that is part of the mystical staying power of the Iraqi people.
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Voodoo Versus Pop Culture
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Class warfare is about the ‘haves’ against the ‘have-nots.’ Where the massive international arms sales industry makes sure the ‘have-nots’ have the guns and the artillery to fight against the ‘haves.’
But that’s not the whole story of Imperialism and colonization by the ‘haves’ enslaving the ‘have-nots.’ Primitive cultures have been decimated and enslaved since before Columbus sailed to America, and after Columbus was taken back to Europe in chains. The Mayans and the Aztecs were victims of genocide. Brazil became a nation of slaves living on plantations. The American Indian tribes came close to mass extinction. Slave trade in America contributed to a great Civil War. Britain occupied India to create an Empire where the sun never set. France and the United States learned a hard lesson trying to democratize Vietnam. Soviet Russia lost its direction fighting for ten years in Afghanistan. And now the great American experiment of bringing democracy to Iraq is in progress.
Sometimes the ‘haves’ win, sometimes the ‘haves’ lose.
Some of the reason why the ‘haves’ lose is found in the secret of the ‘have-nots.’ The primitive mind works in wondrous ways that often confound the more technical mind.
Sometimes the more primitive mind understands how to use the metaphysical forces of nature to best the more technocratic of minds.
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Pakistan and India have two major distinctions. They own many chains of convenient stores throughout America, and each of their countries possess enough nuclear firepower to put this planet into a nuclear winter freeze for the next thousand years.
For eons Imperial forces have tried to take possession of the Kyhber Pass, made famous by the epic poem where into the valley of death rode the six hundred of the Light Brigade. Over the eons the simple Aryans of the Khyber Pass devoted themselves to the mystical forces of nature that proscribed that life continued on endlessly, in the wheel of life. That one could always return from death to renew fighting with an enemy.
For generations the simple people of the valley of death fought against the technologically superior forces. The simple people fought with powers of nature and mind and the wind. A mystical force.
Now India and Pakistan stand among the world’s list of super nuclear powers after having survived many generations of enslavement and attack using mysticism and belief against super powers.
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Mysterious tales of inspiration through dreams is not uncommon. Elias Howe foresaw how to invent a sewing machine through a dream of aborigines shaking spears before his eyes, backwards and forward. Lewis Carroll’s tale of ‘Alice Through The Looking Glass,’ also known as ‘Alice in Wonderland,’ was written largely from dreams. Mohammed saw in his dreams scriptures that would become part of the Koran.
An invention from a dream that has dramatic impact on the world of Impreialists and invaders was that of the dreams of Mikhail Kalashnikov.
Achilles had his shield and sword and mystical power granted to him at birth, whereas everyone else had a Kalashnikov rifle to rely upon: Among the unsung heroes of class warfare was Russia’s Mikhail Kalashnikov who conceived a vision of the Kalashnikov rifle while in a coma recuperating from battle wounds received fighting the Nazi invaders. Kalashnikov became a self taught inventor, his inspiration having originated in a dream like state of existence in an army hospital. For reasons that no one can readily explain, the Kalashnikov rifle has remained an enigmatic invention that had defied being replicated in America or Europe. Yet the Kalashnikov rifle, in its many incarnations, has given power to the ‘have-nots’ to fight the ‘haves.’
The Vietnamese used the Kalashnikov to great advantage against the American forces using the M-16, whereas the American technology in most every other aspect of the Vietnam conflict proved superior to what the Viet Cong used, the Kalashnikov proved to be a single most potent point of efficiency to enable the primitive, pajama clad Viet Cong to defeat the American invaders.
And the Kalashnikov invention came in a comatic gesture of inspiration to a man with little or no gun-smithing experience at his disposal.
In spite of the extraordinary impact his invention had on class warfare, Mikhail Kalashnikov never became a wealthy man. He lived on a government pension. He was awarded medals of honor. But he was never made a wealthy man had he been a gun inventor in the wealthy environs of America or Europe or Britain.
His rifle, conjured in a dream, made it possible that even if a primitive people were eating beetle dung and dying of Ebola and starvation, they could fight with a weapon that couldn’t be killed by mud, blood, salt water, or being dropped off high cliffs. A man carrying a Kalashnikov can pick up a round from an M-16 and fire it, whereas a man carrying an M-16 can’t do the same with a Kalashnikov round.
If there was ever a rifle with supernatural ability it is the invention of Mihail Kalashnikov.
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A question: who was the more influential personage? Albert Einstein, the father of the Theory of Relativity? Or Andy Warhol, a father of pop culture and the creator of fifteen minutes of fame?
The American invasion of Vietnam proved to be an unwinnable war, as if its unwinnability had been built into its inspiration from the beginning.
The Soviet Russian invasion of Afghanistan likewise proved to be an unwinnable war, as if by design the war was unwinnable.
These wars were about international business and the consternation and frustration that primitive people could fight off tanks and heavily armored helicopter gun ships and jet aircraft.
At this point there is not telling for sure how long the current Iraq War will continue. By logic, there is no reason that the piss ant poor of Iraq should be able to hold off a nuclear super power nation like America.
Except maybe the explanation that war in America is part mass hysteria and part mass hypnotic effect. And that mass hysteria and mass hypnotism and mass exorcism go hand-in-hand at times.
Today’s war in Iraq is the continuation of centuries of Crusades against a relatively primitive Arabic people. The war began with a nation of Americans in a foot stomping frenzy and the belief that Iraq could be conquered and controlled in a short amount of time, if only enough technocratic firepower is exerted.
Yet, history teaches that Crusading epics into the ancient deserts has made fools of might nations time and time again.
In a sense, once again the Christian God goes against Puzuzu, the demonic spirit of the fiery furnaces of Nebuchadnezzar.
Beyond the ancient voice of Nebuchadnezzar are the voices of Osama Bin Laden and Ramiz Yousef.
Osama Bin Laden is believed by many to be dead.
Ramzi Yousef is imprisoned in America, in solitary confinement within the walls of a Supermax penitentiary so secure that Ramzi Yousef can not talk to fellow inmates.
Yet, it is believed by the insurgents of Iraq that Bin Laden and Yousef not only talk among themselves, but that Bin Laden and Yousef talk to the people of the desert as well.

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Today's Casualties
These heros passed away on this day in history.

DENNIS CARLTON ACKERMAN
Army - WO - W1
Age - 21
Date of Birth - Dec 04, 1946
From - GRETNA , LOUISIANA

DENNIS AKERLEY
Army - PFC - E3
101st Airborne Division
Age - 20
Date of Birth - Mar 16, 1949
From - GRAHAMSVILLE , NEW YORK

DUANE CHARLES AKKERMAN
Army - PFC - E3
1st Cav Division (AMBL)
Age - 21
Date of Birth - Apr 17, 1946
From - LEWISTON , IDAHO

DANIEL E ALLUM
Army - PFC - E3
101st Airborne Division
Age - 20
Date of Birth - Sep 02, 1945
From - DILLINER , PENNSYLVANIA

HENRY ANDERSON JR
Air Force - TSGT - E6
Age - 36
Date of Birth - Apr 26, 1931
From - NEW YORK , NEW YORK

MICHAEL EDWARD ANGERSTEIN
Marine Corps - PFC - E2
Age - 19
Date of Birth - Aug 12, 1948
From - CARROLLTON , TEXAS

ALLEN LEE ARTHUR
Marine Corps - CPL - E4
Age - 24
Date of Birth - Nov 23, 1942
From - SERENA , ILLINOIS

JACK LAWRENCE BAGLEY
Army - 1LT - O2
1st AVN BDE
Age - 24
Date of Birth - Nov 07, 1945
From - MARSHFIELD , MISSOURI

RODGER GLYNN BARNES
Army - CPL - E4
101st Airborne Division
Age - 21
Date of Birth - Sep 12, 1946
From - ORLANDO , FLORIDA

GEORGE PATRICK BARRETT
Army - CPL - E4
101st Airborne Division
Age - 19
Date of Birth - Jun 24, 1948
From - PORT HURON , MICHIGAN

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Friends between the ages of 18 and 25. Sadly you have a history of not voting. It was that way during Vietnam, too. Maybe things will change this time around. You got six days to think about voting. You've got a lifetime ahead of you. You've got a future in America you can shape. But you can't shape it if you don't get involved. Take it from a Vietnam Vet, if you have never been there in combat, you don't want to go there. Not if you can help it, only if it really counts do you want to risk your life, and take the life of another human being. Thanks for your time, those of you who've read these posts. If we've moved one of you to vote, we've done our job and it's been all worth while. Good luck in your futures. See ya down the road. If any of you have questions or want to get involved.......bigbrother_circa2004@yahoo.com

Feel free to write and we'll do what we can to answer your questions.....fred call aka bigbro

Fred ‘Momo’ Call: Just Your Regular Hip White Islamic Dude:
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About the time Ohio fell, I was hit unconscious by a bolt of white lightning. When I woke up in the morning, damn if I wasn’t Muslim.
Yep, that’s Fred ‘Momo’ Call, your Regular Hip White Islamic Dude, just recently converted, thank you. ‘Momo’ is short for Momohammed, the white guy’s version of an Islamic name.
Conversion came when I realized that if I have to live in a Fundamentalist world of power, then I’m going with the oil rich dudes. I’m Muslim, and soon as I figure out how many times a day to face east and pray, I’m on it.
Hey, Jihad, fellow suckers.
Welcome to the New World Order style of democracy. You can forget a three party system, we don’t even have a two party system. We got one party with two names, and Zell Miller was the most honest Democrat of the bunch. He at least said out loud that he was a Republican in Democrat clothing.
When I pull that vehicle of mine up to the gas pump, with a stick-on Koran on the dashboard where my plastic bobble-head Jesus used to be…..Hey, you don’t have to read the Koran, not really. You didn’t read the bible, did you?…..When I pull up to the pump I salute them Saudis.
In America you are either a Republican or a Muslim Saudi, and the Republicans work for the Saudis. So I figure being Muslim beats going to one of those many Kansas based Christian corner empty convenient store building churches and book stores. I salute the Saudis who own us lock, stock and fifty states and Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands barrels.

Now, onto the subject of why John Kerry lost last night:
You want to know why John Kerry lost last night?
Just ask yourself this: If you are married to a billionaire, what do you need a full time job for?
John Kerry has got it cushioned as a Senator. He works a couple of afternoons a week, then goes wind surfing on his wife’s dime, Teresa being one of the wealthiest women in America….and Teresa did admit in an interview that she didn’t really want to be First Lady. Being First Lady took up too much of her billionaire time from doing things she rather be doing.
The publicity wasn’t bad to have, though, not while it lasted.
In the meantime we, the American public, were treated to a Kerry-Bush five billion dollar World Wide Wrestling-style election façade just to make us think that we still have a functional democratic two-party system. And John Kerry did a credible job of getting people to stand in long lines for hours, if only to teach them a lesson that there isn’t a two-party system at work.
Throughout the campaign John Kerry just didn’t incite enough people to actually win the White House. Kerry had his chances. But, hey, back in those Vietnam days John Kerry was leaner and hungrier and he had the will to truly rebel against a corrupt system. Now he is wealthier and softer (but a better wind surfer) and very much a part of the one-party-with-two-names road show. Why piss off everyone in power in Washington by having actually gone after Bush and kicked him in the groin during the campaign, and maybe even winning the damn election by having gotten the voters truly excited? It was just simpler to play the wrestling villain part (without the mask and cape).
Looks like everyone is working for the Saudis.
In the New World Order you have the choice of being on the team of either the Catholic Church and its Judaeo-Protestant subsidiaries, or you can head into oil rich Islam consciousness, like I woke up to this morning.

Look, everyone in Washington, do us a favor. Give up the charade that you are going to spend a week or two investigating the Ohio and Florida rigging of the touch-screen systems that don’t have paper trails, anyway.
We got the picture, already.
There is no two-party system.
Forget a third party until we finally do get a two party system.
Speaking of which, what would it take to find someone, like pronto, who would have the balls to buck the system, and maybe even excite the stay-at-homes to come out and vote for real change?
In the meantime, Allah be with you my brothers and sisters……Fred ‘Momo’ Call aka bigbro

A friend of mine did a card reading months before the election.
Just in case you are curious. I knew that Kerry wasn't going to win
when Teresa Kerry was asked in an interview how she liked the
idea of being First Lady, and Teresa stated flatly that she didn't
want to be First Lady, that it cut into her time doing other things.
Anyway, here is the pre-election card reading my friend Becky did............fred call aka bigbro

...cool...thought I'd join in too, with a reading from
La Baraja Espanol (Spanish Cards); ...on the
elections, here goes:

In the first cut, Bush thinks he's got an excellent
campaign. (7-O; 5-O; and 11-S) Kerry doesn't want to
be running against Bush, but none-the-less....(7-O;
5-O; 11-S; and 11-B)

Bush is going to win hands down, Kerry doesn't stand a
chance, and he's not going to like it when Bush gets
the majority vote. (6-S; 10-S; 2-C; and 11-B)

At first, in the running, Kerry's going to lead by a
wide margin. (7-O; 5-B; 5-S; 1-B; 12-O; 4-S; 10-B; and
7-C), but there are four districts whose numbers
aren't going to be in at the time that's
announced, and during that news segment, the anchor's
going to make reference to the Florida fiasco, and
what an upset it was. Not too long after that, the
four districts, heavily democractic are going to come
in with their numbers, and Bush will gain the edge he
needs right there. (11-O; 4-C; 11-S; 11-C; 6-O; 1-O;
12-S; 10-C; 3-O; 3-C; 12-C; 2-O; 6-C; 1-C; 4-O; 12-B)
At that point, Kerry's going to be asked if he's
concerned about this new set of numbers, while he'll
say "no," he's going to "look" worried, and indirectly
state that those numbers are being checked...a mild
insinuation as to them being wrong, but they're not,
it's true, he will have lost in the
four heavily democratic districts. He'll never want to
believe it, but it'll be what it'll be, and during
this time, Bush' winning the election will be
upsetting to "some" republicans who wanted him out,
and it'll be on that day, that they will realize that
it didn't matter how many press release, letters,
lobbying, etc., they failed to oust Bush, and they're
powerless against him.(1-C; 4-O; 12-B; 7-S; 5-O; 5-C;
6-S, 6-B, 1-S, 7-B, 10-S)(6-B; 1-S; 7-B; 10-S; 10-O;
3-S; 2-S; 2-C; 4-B; 2-B; 3-B; and 11-B)

Of course, when it looks like Kerry's winning, Bush
will decline to comment until all of the numbers are
in. (5-B; 10-B; 4-C; 12-S; 3-C; 4-O; 5-O; 7-B; 3-S;
and 3-B)

What's to come is, an incredibly massive amount of
cash from wealthy benefactors to support the
republican's campaign effort. This money is
"unexpected," and will be shockingly a surprise, as it
will come from the various medical
fields/organizations, who had turned them down before.
(7-O; 11-O; 3-O; 7-S + 1-C = 6-C + 3-C; 10-O)

--- end of brief reading of partial layout.

So, unless the Democrats pull a rabbit out of the hat,
it's not going to happen for them, and you won't be
able to find Kerry for an interview afterwards, at
best, cameramen will get a picture of his back as he's
escorted to another location. (12-B; 10-S; and 11-B)

Hope everyone's having a great day!

- Becky

NOTE: For those members who happen to read "La Baraja
Espanol," the legend is as follows:

WM - Bush WW - Will Bush win the Election
LM - Kerry LW - Will Kerry win the Election
FM - Florida Fiasco FW - Democrats
DM - What's to come? DW - Republicans

1st cut: 7-O; 5-O; and 11-S
2nd cut: 7-O; 5-O; 11-S; and 11-B

Card Layout:

7-O; 12-O; 11-O; 6-O; 3-O; 6-C; 7-S; 6-B; 10-O; 4-B
5-B; 4-S; 4-C; 1-O; 3-C; 1-C; 5-O; 1-S; 3-S; 2-B
5-S; 10-B; 11-S; 12-S; 12-C; 4-O; 5-C; 7-B; 2-S; 3-B
1-B; 7-C; 11-C; 10-C; 2-O; 12-B; 6-S; 10-S; 2-C; 11-B