Court Of Impeachment And War Crimes: Impeach Bush and Cheney before they drag us any further into despair
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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Impeach Bush and Cheney before they drag us any further into despair




IT IS A VERY DARK NIGHT; THE TYPE THAT DRIVES ONE INTO THE DEPTHS OF THE SHADOWS AND DOWN INTO THE PIT OF THE DARKSIDE OF HIS OR HER BEING; THAT PLACE CLOSE TO DESPAIR; THAT PLACE WHERE CONTROL IS LOST!

In the solitude and protective cover of the shadows of night, sometimes the darkside creeps forward and cannot be suppressed.

The tortured soul or psyche wells up as it does I am sure in the ferment of many American minds.

Tonight is such a night, a night where it is a good thing I am alone in this room.

The temptation to take flight from reason will cause no harm and it will pass, be suppressed once again in sleep like so many time before. We are not a happy people and too much of the dark side of our humanity is currently welled up just beneath the surface of our collective emotional controls.

This I fear! So I shall write this night; this troubled night.

THE VERY DARKSIDE

"Friends, neighbors, and countrymen of the Right: I hate your lying despicable guts."

You have had much to say to me as of late, so I thought I'd excercise my Freedom Of Speech in this deep dark night.

I detest your very being; I resent your existence. And while I remain committed to your right to say anything you wish, and to believe anything you will; accepting it ends here and as of this day.

You no longer have my respect; that has turned to contempt. You no longer have my toleration; I will grind you under my heel every chance I get and I will scrape you off my shoe like the mashed pile of excrement that you are.

I will no longer tolerate your cowardice, stupidity and meaningless shallow drivel. I will confront you, demean you, belittle, debase demonize and disgrace your name and every utterance at every turn, every mention with every tool of destructive venom that I can summon.

You are vile, evil and your life is pure vexation. You have the right to that life; may it be short, end in debilitating anguish and suffering, and when you are buried I will walk on the still soft earth covering your worthless rotting carcass with joy and in victory. If a tear should well up it will be a tear of joy, for I will not mourn your passing as your very existence has been a cancer on my life, my time.

I will: delight in your failures, take amusement from your troubles, find pleasure in your miseries, enjoy inflicting injury upon you, contribute to your undoing, rejoice at your disgrace and celebrate your demise, the end of your meaningless worthless lives. I will mock and soil your memory as long as I draw breath.

I used to try to laugh you people off. Now, I detest you as among the most loathsome people America has ever vomited up. You are not only dangerous to our way of life; you are a danger to the entire world and Bush has molded you into a mindless flock of sheep.

There are some of you, otherwise intelligent people, who just cannot believe that anything disastrous will happen that the President cannot be impeached while the farce of Iraq is in “progress” that he cannot be brought to trial before the world on War Crimes.

With childish immaturity and the profound snobbery of exclusive denial that surpasses that of the deepest alcoholic and most wasted addict, you walk your sons and daughters forward into a new day where they will be offered up on the altar of World War III as the price to be paid for your lives of mindless, moronic mediocre idiotic comfort and stupidity.

He has violated The Constitution of The United States willingly and repeatedly; he must be removed from office.

He has ordered and sanctioned the violation of the Geneva Conventions willfully and repeatedly; that constitutes War Crimes of the magnitude punishable by death. He must be brought to justice.

Americans, who simply dismiss those facts, are so uninformed, so unconcerned, so detached, so ignorant, insensitive and driven by the stupidity of mindless arrogance that they just don’t believe an American President can be brought to justice, are fools, mental midgets, ignorant by choice to the degree that I can no longer politely ignore you in common social conversation.
Your words are verbal trash not worthy of time spent to listen or the excruciating mind wrenching social politeness of “obligatory respect”.

You are an elitist, your every word, “verbal lint” that makes me want to wretch and scream in your faces to wake up your dormant worthless brains.

You are not in touch with reality.

You sicken me as you are the very manure core of the growing Bush Dictatorship.

You are the essence of every ill in this world and you just don’t give a damn because you are so shallow outside of your little “important” everyday world that you think you can get away with simply ignoring anything anyone says and that it all will be well for you and yours.

You wallow in your own verbal stench of a self assumed “Papal Infallibility-like” certainty assumed self-importance and self-righteousness. You are viewed as deranged pathetic lunatics worthy of only contempt and certainly not serious thought.

You don’t want to hear a word anyone else has to say as you live as though all ill will somehow go away and your knee jerk cynicism permits you to scrape aside like dog shit on a sidewalk, anything you do not want to hear.

Your ears have gone deaf; your mind has closed; your eyes are clouded the cataracts of the cynical and your words, instinctual, are those of a practiced hypocrite, all fitting as you have stopped carrying about anyone but yourself. You might as well be truly deaf as your mind absorbs nothing except yourself.

Firmly believing none of the problems of the world will be visited upon you, for you are among “the righteous self anointed chosen ones” entitled to dictate the lives, morals, conduct and human condition of others, like the fool who watches a mole change, convinced it could never kill them so you self centered, self-ordained “intelligent ignorant bastards walk through life with distain for everyone but yourself.

Your own words will be the death of you and yours, but that is all right, because it will be a “Patriot’s Death”!

No one else really matters, and thought you may profess love, express grief at the loss of a “loved one”, you will for a few days mouth the ritual cliché collection of funeral home sound bites and content yourself with devouring the estate “droppings” of your dead moments after the repetitious recitations of graveside you have authored, and life will return to your self-absorbed normal tomorrow.

Your lover is a convenience that can be replaced; your “friends” are to be used; your offspring is for show and validation that you are complete.

Your life is a sham, a poorly written play, a well enacted daily hypocrisy.

You owe no one anything and publicly do all those things deemed “correct”.

You are so devoid of any real humanity that my bloodlust hatred of you causes me no concern tonight.

Many of you sanctimoniously wrap yourselves in the cloak of their naive foolish belief in a God; it is a funeral shroud.

Everything is in the hands of God, and the hands and mouths of those who plunder this Earth and manipulate the mindless pathetic flock they pretend to serve.

Your Christianity is but a title you need for self-defined respectability.

You are the people I now hate, hate with a passion that no words in our language can express, (only acts of violence would suffice)--these people who seek to control our national security.

The best of you are misinformed; the worst are knowingly evil.

The rest of you are vicious liars.

You are no Americans, no Patriots; you are merely mindless puppets of evil.

So I intend to vote in November, as I always do, but this time it will not be a feeling of hope; my vote will be cast with uncompromising conviction and the vile tastes of hatred and revenge on my tongue.

If I have to, I'll crawl over broken glass to do it.

And this year I'm voting a straight Democratic ticket right down to dog catcher, because I've had it. I'm fed up with the deranged, lying Right.

But I will not vote for even one my own if they have not throw off the infection that drives the system to criminality and our citizenry to desperation and despair, despair the sickness onto death.

You have attacked me so many times in my life, and I have accepted and dealt with those attacks; no more; if you want destruction, I will provide every measure of it I can muster for the rest of my life. You have infected me.

I will see to it everyday in every act and word that your lives will be under attack and your every value undermined and labeled as hateful worthless trash and that you values are as worthless as your existence.

I'm now a hater, too." I have loved with a passion; I will now hate with a constant consistent vengeance.

I have eradicated the words forgiveness, understanding, compassion and toleration from my vocabulary and being where you are concerned.

Should those I hate never have been born; this world would be a better place.

May you live in agony, fail in disgrace and die with long lingering suffering that consumes all you have accumulated leaving your off spring nothing.

You have driven me to the point where song lyrics to THE MASTERS OF WAR just won’t fade from my mind; you have authored despair, the sickness unto death; this I cannot forgive!

When Cher Bono sang this in the Vietnam era it cut to the bone and sent a chill up one’s spine. Her delivery was real, not the practiced presentation of a performer. She was somewhere in the dark recesses of her being! I go to my own.

MASTERS OF WAR

Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
You that build the death place, you that build all the guns
You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
I just want you to know, I can see through your masks

You that never done nothing, but to build and destroy
You play with my world, like its your little toy
You put a drug in my head, then you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run following the fast foolish lie

Like Judas of old, you lie and deceive
A world war can be won, you won't need to believe
But I see through your eyes, and I see through your brain
Like I see through the water that runs down my drain

You that fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion, while young people's blood
Flows out their bodies and is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled
The fear to bring children, into this world
For threatenin' my baby, unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

How much do I know, to talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question, is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could?
Oh, I think you will find, when your death takes its toll
All the money you made will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die, and your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket, in the pale afternoon
And I'll watch as your lowered, into your death bed
And I'll stand on your grave till I'm sure that your dead.

I am not alone tonight.

Hello Darkness; I've come to talk with you again; within the sounds of silence.

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