So? ... A Note from Michael Moore

Friends,
It would have to happen on Easter Sunday, wouldn't it, that the 4,000th American soldier would die in Iraq. Play me that crazy preacher again, will you, about how maybe God, in all his infinite wisdom, may not exactly be blessing America these days. Is anyone surprised?
4,000 dead. Unofficial estimates are that there may be up to 100,000 wounded, injured, or mentally ruined by this war. And there could be up to a million Iraqi dead. We will pay the consequences of this for a long, long time. God will keep blessing America.
And where is Darth Vader in all this? A reporter from ABC News this week told Dick Cheney, in regards to Iraq, "two-thirds of Americans say it's not worth fighting." Cheney cut her off with a one word answer: "So?"
"So?" As in, "So what?" As in, "F*** you. I could care less."
I would like every American to see Cheney flip the virtual bird at the them, the American people. Then ask yourself why we haven't risen up and thrown him and his puppet out of the White House.
The Democrats have had the power to literally pull the plug on this war for the past 15 months -- and they have refused to do so. What are we to do about that? Continue to sink into our despair? Or get creative? Real creative. I know there are many of you reading this who have the chutzpah and ingenuity to confront your local congressperson. Will you? For me?
Cheney spent Wednesday, the 5th anniversary of the war, not mourning the dead he killed, but fishing off the Sultan of Oman's royal yacht. So? Ask your favorite Republican what they think of that.
The Founding Fathers would never have uttered the presumptuous words, "God Bless America." That, to them, sounded like a command instead of a request, and one doesn't command God, even if they are America. In fact, they were worried God would punish America. During the Revolutionary War, George Washington feared that God would react unfavorably against his soldiers for the way they were behaving. John Adams wondered if God might punish America and cause it to lose the war, just to prove His point that America was not worthy. They and the others believed it would be arrogant on their part to assume that God would single out America for a blessing. What a long road we have traveled since then.
I see that Frontline on PBS this week has a documentary called "Bush's War." That's what I've been calling it for a long time. It's not the "Iraq War." Iraq did nothing. Iraq didn't plan 9/11. It didn't have weapons of mass destruction. It DID have movie theaters and bars and women wearing what they wanted and a significant Christian population and one of the few Arab capitals with an open synagogue.
But that's all gone now. Show a movie and you'll be shot in the head. Over a hundred women have been randomly executed for not wearing a scarf. I'm happy, as a blessed American, that I had a hand in all this. I just paid my taxes, so that means I helped to pay for this freedom we've brought to Baghdad. So? Will God bless me?
God bless all of you in this Easter Week as we begin the 6th year of Bush's War.
God help America. Please.
Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
MichaelMoore.com

I would just like to add "Ditto"

All-Time Classic Post from my Cousin to my Brother

A few days ago my brother announced to the world that he and his wife Rachel are having a child, baby, creature, luchador, alien, devil, imminent arrival of a human.

Needless to say this started the chatter of weird Mongolian Names, poopy diapers and sleepness nights.

I came across a post from my Cousing Devyn to my Brother that had me bustin' up HARD!

It is so funny that Devyn remembers this and even more so that my Brother said it. So now in the coming years we get to see him mold this child into a partial image of himself or something.

Get your Popcorn ready. The kid didnt even have a chance 20 or so years before it was born.

..."I still remember, from many years ago, your description of what you were gonna say to your hypothetical kid when you put him/her to bed at night:"Was that Freddy Krueger at the window? No? Alright... wait, is that a zombie in the closet? No? Okay... wait, is there a monster under your bed? Eh, I don't feel like going through the effort of checking. G'night!"Seriously though? You probably shouldn't do that. Just wouldn't be right. It'd traumatize the kid and ruin your relationship with him/her....so get Rachel to do it.".....

CLASSIC----

Earth People I was Born on Jupiter

Kool Keith is one bugged out kat, his alter-ego Dr. Octagon is even more bugged out, never the less, that is why i like him, not to mention Dj Q-bert on the cuts.

Geek/Bug/Trip Out to the Lyrics and tell me if you could ever come up with something like this unless you have some serious chemical imbalances with a side of shrooms and god knows what else.

First patient, pull out the skull, remove the cancerBreakin his back,
chisel necks for the answer

Supersonic bionic robot voodoo powerEquator
ex my chance to flex skills on ampex

With power meters and heaters gauge
anti-freezeOctagon oxygen, aluminum intoxicants

More ways to blow blood cells
in your face

React with four bombs and six fire missilesArmed
with seven rounds of space doo-doo pistols
You may not believe, livin on the earth planetMy skin is green and silver, warhead lookin mean
Astronauts get played, tough like the ukeleleAs I move in rockets, overriding, levelsNothings aware, same data, same system

Chorus

Earth people, new york and californiaEarth people, I was born on jupiter x4

Verse 2

Now my helmets on, you cant tell me Im not in space
With the national guard united states enterprise
Diplomat of swing with aliens at my feetComin down the rampart through beam on the street
Obsolete computes, compounds and dead soundsAs I locate intricately independent
Economic rhymer got savoury store foodIn capsule d my program is ability
For a reaction and response to a no-oneIdentification code: unidentifiedI got cosmophonic, pressed a button, changed my face
You recognised, so what?
I turned invisibleMade myself clear, reappeared to you visualDisappear again, zapped like a android
Face the fact, I fly on planets every day
My nucleus friend, prepare, I return againMy 7xl is not yet invented

Repeat chorus

Earth people, new york and californiaEarth people, I was born on jupiter

Verse 3

Space ranger, contact tubes, send syntheticsI program one and go to earth through the fax machineMy numbers seven-oh-nine seven-five-five six-e-l-three
Computer file: nine-threeDigital level, standing on the terminal
Upside down through polygons fightin pentagonsChangin blue skin, my brown colours comin back

Im psychedelic this time, come in rainbowLook at the green lights and yall see my brain glow

Five colours: yellow, black and red and green...purple

More Syrup, More Butter

Ladies and Gentlemen, Homosapiens and Simians, Wookie and Ewoks alike, My first official entry into the world of Blogs, Bloggin and Blogging!

This is a homage to my childhood, a specific memory at that. Yes Chilly Willy, is pretty random for a childhood memory but this is one that my friends and i thought was funny.

Enjoy and look for more obscure and random blogs here and there.

More Syrup and More Butter,

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