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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
AmericUS. My K-nine friend

She has been abused by her handlers.
AmericUS, fearless, faithful and trusting,
a noble Dane, a good Shepherd, an intrepid Pit Bull
is getting infested with lice, Candida Lice et al.
Abused by her former and current masters.
The well dressed, smooth talking, well armed, filthy rich ... cowards,
growing fat from oil revenues and war profiteer+ing.

They throw AmericUS, without shame or remorse into dusty pits
to fight any cur that has the audacity to bark, growl or sniff.
And Why not? no sweat off their miserable imoral backs.
AmericUS, my brave and noble warrior,
you are fast becoming overwhelmed by blood sucking ticks, ....Politicks.

AmericUS, my faithful friend, protector,
you are in great need of a good Front-line,
to make you immune to these vermin.

They are thriving on your blood
that was made rich by working class immigrants.

AmericUS, hope of the oppressed,
you are in need of a Humane Society to free you
from this undeserved abuse
and bring your masters to task.

They are not fit to rule such a noble friend as you.
They are not fit to feed from your bowl,
yet they feed you scraps from their festive tables, bask in luxury,
control the Nations wealth,
while using you to guard it and them with your life.

Instead of keeping you here to protect our homes,
they send you abroad to chase after illusive shadows.

They are stifling your voice, they have placed a bark restrainer,
like a yoke, around your neck.
they threaten to confine you in the dog house should you complain.
They have put you on a leash and parade you around
like proud owners at a dog show.
They smile, wave, make empty promises and strutt
around the globe .....but keep you on a leash.

But they do not own you these slave masters
You were born free,
our fathers shed their blood to keep you free
You were made strong and weaned on our mothers milk.

You don't belong to US
You are US
We all belong to you

(c) Frank Serpico 4/25/06
Thursday, April 06, 2006
See no evil?, hear no evil?, speak no evil? Do no evil.

"No, I have not the strength to bear this any longer.
God, the things they are doing to me!
They pour cold water upon my head!
They do not heed me, or see me, nor listen to me.
What have I done to them? why do they torture me?
What do they want of poor me?
What can I give them? I have nothing."
They have invaded my country and kidnaped me from my home.
They have murdered my parents and my siblings
with their weapons of mass distruction.
Have they no children of their own? No mothers that love them?
"My strength is gone, I cannot endure all this torture. My head is aflame,
and everything spins before my eyes. "
Shall there be no justice in this world?
Will the real tyrants ever be brought to justice?
The devils work they do in the name of God.
"Save me someone. Take me away. Give me three steeds,
steeds as fast as the whirling wind! Seat youreself driver, ring out,
little harness bell, wing your way up, steeds, and rush me out of this world,"
this fools paradise. "On and on, so that nothing be seen of it, nothing.
Mother dear, save your poor son! Shed a tear upon his aching head.
See, how they torture him. Press the poor orphan to your heart.
There is no place for him in the whole wide world!
He is a hunted creature. Mother dear, take pity on your sick little child."

In homage to Nikolai Gogol
Tuesday, April 04, 2006

The Lone Ranger's Creed
by Fran Striker

I believe that to have a friend,
a man must be one.

That all men are created equal
and that everyone has within himself
the power to make this a better world.

That God put the firewood there
but that every man
must gather and light it himself.

In being prepared
physically, mentally, and morally
to fight when necessary
for that which is right.

That a man should make the most
of what equipment he has.

That 'This government,
of the people, by the people
and for the people'
shall live always.

That men should live by
the rule of what is best
for the greatest number.

That sooner or later...
we must settle with the world
and make payment for what we have taken.

That all things change but truth,
and that truth alone, lives on forever.

In my Creator, my country, my fellow man.

Ironicly after all he did for him,
kimo sabe should call the man who saved his life stupid.

If you don't know what is meant here.
It's because:
"Un tonto como yo sabes mas che tu"

hiyo silver AWAY

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