Raw at MySpace
Cost of the War in Iraq
(JavaScript Error)


"The liberty of a democracy is not safe if the people tolerate the
growth of private power to a point where it becomes stronger than
their democratic state itself. That, in essence, is fascism --
ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or any
controlling power."

 ~ Franklin Delano Roosevelt 

RAWBIRD

Masterbeater Extraordinaire

Cynical Teller of Tales

Short, Pale, Ugly and Proud

Google

What greater love can a woman show her unborn child than to guarantee it a place in heaven at such great risk to her own soul?

Time to stick a fork in the Neocon movement. GOOD RIDDANCE!

IMPEACH CHENEY FIRST!

The City of New Orleans by Steve Goodman Riding on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields. Passin' trains that have no names, Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. CHORUS: Good morning America how are you? Don't you know me I'm your native son, I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car. Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score. Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor. And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel. Mothers with their babes asleep, Are rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. CHORUS Nighttime on The City of New Orleans, Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee. Half way home, we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness Rolling down to the sea. And all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain't heard the news. The conductor sings his song again, The passengers will please refrain This train's got the disappearing railroad blues. Good night, America, how are you? Don't you know me I'm your native son, I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. ©1970, 1971 EMI U Catalogue, Inc and Turnpike Tom Music (ASCAP)

FUCK CENSORSHIP

DEAD HORSES

YOU ARE
THE FUTURE DEAD

THE BEAT GOES ON AND ON

There is no such thing as a reliable high level government source; no matter how high up you go. Even the President of the United States cannot be considered a reliable source. Just look at the bullshit he fed the country to get us into Iraq. The mainstream media has to accept the fact that it can no longer depend on sources it can't name. It was the downfall of Dan Rather and it pulled Newsweek through the mud. If there is a conspiracy to discredit or even destroy the mainstream media, it would not be very hard to let them do the job themselves. First, give them some information based only on the status of a government source, then have someone else ask them to prove it. Your source retracts his account and the news reporter is slammed. How long will it be before all we are presented with are FOX News and The Drudge Report.

It seems to me that the biggest enemy that the Bush administration faces is the truth. Because the truth has been made such an enemy, the other enemy, terrorism, will not be defeated anytime soon. It is going to take the truth to stop terrorism. The people running this country apparently have no idea how to deal in honesty. It is easier for them to blame Newsweek for anger in Afganistan than look at the mere existence of the concentration camp in Guantanimo Bay as a big part of the problem.

The government holds up Bin Laden and Zarqawi as if their capture would stop terrorism. How long will it take for us to realize that for every terrorist caught or killed in Iraq, there are that many more waiting to take their place. We are an occupying force and we cannot see that our attempt to control the lives of the people of Iraq is only allowing us less control of the situation there. It will be interesting to see what it takes for our government to admit its failure. How many of our brave soldiers will we sacrifice before our pride allows us as a nation to begin to look at the reality of the world in which we live?

There are yellow ribbons on the backs of cars everywhere these days claiming support of the troops and an inference of support for the military action in Iraq. Even this is false. The military cannot recruit enough people to fight for its lost causes and they are willing to take anyone they can get. Age does not appear to be much of a disqualifying factor anymore. If a person is in the US,out of uniform and not severely crippled, claiming to support the cause in Iraq and the troops, they don't. Just like the man they voted for, they are lying at least to the world and probably to themselves as well.

May 19, 2005

The Bush Mandate.

Unchanged and still using a fake name.

A 74 year old roofer struggles to reach the top of his ladder, a bundle of shingles balances precariously on his shoulder. His aching body reminds him of his upcoming retirement, an event that will occur shortly after his next birthday. He sadly shakes his head as he wonders how he will make ends meet.

"Well," he sighs to himself "at least we don't have gay marriage."

faery tell

zippo flipping jesus
got his luckys in his sleeve
swinging low
in a cherry '57 chevy

fuzzy dice swaying
to a doo wop tune
metered by the wipers
as it's whistled by the wind

comin' fo to carry
me and mary home

 --rawbird 2003 

As the Happy Clam's Masterbeater, it is my responsibility to pound out the rythm needed to carry the members and listeners to each song's climax as often as called for on any given night. Nothing gives me greater pleasure. Though each song leaves me delightfully drained, I am at once up for any performance need; ready to rock hard and satisfy the longing desire for music of any nearby "Clam" or "Clam Head." Always ready to please I perform with confidence and the knowledge that as a Masterbeater, I am a professional! Come on out and see us sometime. We'll spew a little music on ya.

See Exception 3

WANT TO SEND ME MAIL?

Is your PC secure?

Back to The Happy Clams page