Throw the bum's out & give the new bums hell...

On Thursday night, February 21, 2008 on the MSNBC edition of "Countdown" Keith Olbermann presented an impressively detailed timeline he called "The Nexus of Politics and Terror".

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.

Abraham Lincoln, (attributed)
16th president of US (1809 - 1865)

On Tuesday November 4, 2008 let's all vote and throw the bums out. Then starting on Inauguration Day, January 20, 2009 let's stay involved and tell all the new bums that it is not business as usual. It's business
"by the people and for the people".

PLAN AHEAD

GIVE HOPE A CHANCE

for eli "...bring them home and hold them tight when they get here"

for eli

by andrea gibson

Eli came back from Iraq
and tattooed a teddy bear onto the inside of his wrist
above that a medic with an IV bag
above that an angel
but Eli says the teddy bear won't live
and I know I don't know but I say, "I know"
cause Eli's only twenty-four and I've never seen eyes
further away from childhood than his
eyes old with a wisdom
he knows I'd rather not have
Eli's mother traces a teddy bear onto the inside of my arm
and says, "not all casualties come home in body bags"
and I swear
I'd spend the rest of my life writing nothing
but the word light at the end of this tunnel
if I could find the fucking tunnel
I'd write nothing but white flags
somebody pray for the soldiers
somebody pray for what's lost
somebody pray for the mailbox
that holds the official letters
to the mothers,
--------------fathers,
--------------------sisters,
and little brothers
of Micheal 19... Steven 21... John 33
how ironic that their deaths sound like bible verses
the hearse is parked in the halls of the high school
recruiting black, brown and poor
while anti-war activists
outside walter reed army hospital scream
100,000 slain
as an amputee on the third floor
breathes forget-me-nots onto the window pain
but how can we forget what we never knew
our sky is so perfectly blue it's repulsive
somebody tell me where god lives
cause if god is truth god doesn't live here
our lies have seared the sun too hot to live by
there are ghosts of kids who are still alive
touting M16s with trembling hands
while we dream ourselves stars on Survivor
another missile sets fire to the face in the locket
of a mother who's son needed money for college
and she swears she can feel his photograph burn
how many wars will it take us to learn
that only the dead return
the rest remain forever caught between worlds of
shrapnel shatters body of three year old girl
to
welcome to McDonalds can I take your order?
the mortar of sanity crumbling
stumbling back home to a home that will never be home again
Eli doesn't know if he can ever write a poem again
one third of the homeless men in this country are veterans
and we have the nerve to Support Our Troops
with pretty yellow ribbons
while giving nothing but dirty looks to their outstretched hands
tell me what land of the free
sets free its eighteen-year-old kids into greedy war zones
hones them like missiles
then returns their bones in the middle of the night
so no one can see
each death swept beneath the carpet and hidden like dirt
each life a promise we never kept
Jeff Lucey came back from Iraq
and hung himself in his parents basement with a garden hose
the night before he died he spent forty five minutes on his fathers lap
rocking like a baby
rocking like daddy, save me
and don't think for a minute he too isn't collateral damage
in the mansions of washington they are watching them burn
and hoarding the water
no senators' sons are being sent out to slaughter
no presidents' daughters are licking ashes from their lips
or dreaming up ropes to wrap around their necks
in case they ever make it home alive
our eyes are closed
america
there are souls in
the boots of the soldiers
america
fuck your yellow ribbon
you wanna support our troops
bring them home
and hold them tight when they get here

all rights reserved © andrea gibson 2008

http://www.andreagibson.org/home/home.html

BRING THEM HOME NOW

Andrea Gibson - For Eli

Andrea Gibson is a poet/activist, and winner of the first ever
Women of the World Poetry Slam (2008). She recited her
poem, "For Eli," at the Peace Isn't Quiet Festival at
Hobart and William Smith College.

Andrea's CD is availible at: http://cdbaby.com/cd/andreagibson3

Jehane Noujaim's TED WISH

THE POWER OF ONE... WORLD PEACE

TANK DRIVER

THE POWER OF ONE... PROTESTER? TANK DRIVER?

Imagine! France sings for USA

Imagine! France sings for USA

Give Peace A Chance

Give Peace A Chance

Imagine

IMAGINE

VIETNAM is the METAPHOR for IRAQ

Vietnam: American Holocaust
Click on the link above to watch

Bush, Petraeus & Crocker speak. 17 more Americans & ? Iraqi civilians die.

Bush on Iraq - The Illustrated Speech April 10,2008
CREDIT to one of my Camp Casey Alum... Thanks Clay
Clay Claiborne, Producer
Linux Beach
http://linuxbeach.org/

Global Warming... DO SOMETHING

DO SOMETHING
Start by watching this presentation, NOW

AND THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA

Click on the link above and listen to the sounds of time, as true today as when written in.

From 1916 to 2008... what's changed? Same sheet music, the dance band moved from Turkey to Iraq. Same quagmire, same results, same zero sum gain.

WHEN WILL WE LEARN FROM HISTORY?

DO SOMETHING!

CALL YOUR REPRESENTATIVES IN WASHINGTON AND DEMAND CHANGE & VOTE TO CHANGE THE GOVERNMENT IN NOVEMBER 2008

NOVEMBER 4, 2008 the day of REGIME CHANGE in the USA... TAKE BACK OUR CONSTITUTION!
CREDITS
A. B. "Banjo" Paterson wrote Waltzing Matilda and published it as sheet music in 1903. He then published it in book form in "Saltbush Bill, J.P., and Other Verses, 1917".
ERIC BOGLE of Gawler, South Australia wrote "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda" after watching an ANZAC DAY march in Canberra, Australia in 1972 and sings it here. http://ericbogle.net/