Pudgy Indian

Damn, folks, if it doesn't look like the end is near.

Shit face Bush has decided to build bigger and better nukes. He wants to be the first president since that piece of shit Truman to slaughter hundreds of thousands if not millions with the wonderful agents of mass slaughter. Maybe he will...Maybe he won't. This also means higher cancer rates for certain sections of the U.S. This also means more testing on Western Shoshone land.

The U.S. wars of terror against Iraq and Afghanistan are going horribly. Even shit face bush admits Iraq is turning into another Vietnam.

Everyone seems to believe the October surprise is going to be a bombing campaign of Iran, so after the elections in November, which will again be stolen and which the American public will mostly be watching reality TV, Iron Chef, or Star Search to hit the streets and do something about. So, after Novembers stolen election, DRAFT. They'll be taking our boys and girls to slaughter millions for their wonderful corporations.

FUCK IT! Let's all dance in the streets! I mean it! Let's just get out their and celebrate life because the way life is may be changing drastically soon, and even then, there will always be room for dancing.

Have some good sex, too! Heck...HAVE SOME GREAT SEX! You deserve it, and so does the person you are going to have sex with.

Good hikes, lots of kissing, lots of telling people you Love them.

There are still rose blooms on the vines. Take a sniff, feel them against your face.

Laugh at the children as they play. Play like your a kid!

Love life! Life is worth Loving! And once you realize Life is worth Loving and that everyone should have the opportunity to feel that way...

HIT THE FUCKING STREETS SCREAMING!

don't tell anyone...the Revolution is here...then tell everyone you know

Killing is not an option, defending yourself...ourselves...each other...is a priority!

I haven't given myself too much time to write here this morning, I've been catching up on the goings on of my Maori Sister. Maybe more this afternoon.

I am feeling different. Rhonda and I have been talking a lot. We are both looking forward to living apart and both believe it will be longer than a couple of months before we move back in together. Time will tell.

I'll just be brief because I have to get my ass ready for work and I want to try to find a picture, etc. I plan on making a CD and hopefully will have something ready before November 8, when I plan on doing a reading at Grendel's Coffee House. I have to solidify plans with Eric, and then I don't know where I'll take my voice from there. We'll see, time will tell.

Julie, if you are reading this, I may call you and ask for your help. You too, Janice. Love you both and I Love you a whole lot Rhonda! Thanks for suggesting the CD thing again. I had thought of it before, by my heart just hasn't been into getting out there lately. I think your words opened that door into my heart for the spoken word again! I Love you!

I walk across the Burnside bridge on this wet and rainy Thursday, thinking of my honey, my show, Ron Wyden, and offer tobacco to all the people I Love in prayer to the river I Love.

I see my friend the cigar store Indian as I walk into the store and head for the cigar counter. I thought maybe a Hoyo de Monterrey then notice the La Unica #200 on the counter and get that instead. I used to smoke a lot of these when I smoked more regularly.

I leave the store and light the big ole stog. I am wearing my long black wool coat with my Buddha scarf. I let the coat flow openly. I can tell some people are looking at me and I enjoy the attention and wonder somewhat what they are thinking.

The leaves from the maple trees are starting to fall and are sticking in place to the pavement where rain acts like glue. I find myself in my personal sacred spot and again make offerings to my river, our river, and I Love her and I Love Rhonda.

Back at KBOO, the greatest place on earth in my opinion, I think of the woman I gave the tour to two days ago, Maya. She was amazed that such a little place does such a big thing. I also found out she drives for Elephant's and knows one of the people I deliver to at their commisary.

John Tally is in the house, on the air with the same show, "Indian World" for 31 years. I pitch for his show with my friend Julie Sabatier. She is so awesome and does great radio.

I saw Lisa Loving and declared it to be Lisa Loving Day. The other day was Ani Haines Day. Sunday was Michael Franti Day. Everyday for me is Rhonda Day!

Rhonda picked me up at 2:30 and we went to see Ron Wyden, the man who doesn't quite behave like a Democrat but isn't quite a Republican either, kind of sorta... Rhonda presented him with a letter and asked him to step forward in ending the war with Iraq and bring our troops home. She included the names of the soldiers killed in Iraq.

When I finally decided I wanted to ask a question, after half an hour of raising my hand in the town hall style meeting, I, and many others, were not called. I don't think my words would have made a difference in his heart anyway.

Ron said he was against terrorism, but did not mention that the United States has supported terrorism against Cuba since the Eisenhower administration to the present including harboring the man who blew up a Cuban airliner in the '70's killing 73 people.

He also mentioned that he voted for the wall being built to protect us for those horrific darkies to the South. Tough on illegal immigration. I wanted to mention what the wall is doing to the T'ohono O'odham nation. How it is separating families. How the council was coerced and didn't tell the people for a week that they had voted to allow the U.S. to build this wall. Remind him of Berlin. And to note that there is no wall to the North being built. Could that be because they are mostly white and English speaking?

There was a mention of the U.S. in violation of treaties, and thus in violation of the Constitution which Ron also said he supported. I wanted to mention that those bombs were designed to hurt and maim children in order to use up resources in the field, in the hospitals, and so those kids would grow up and become a drain on the system.

And off Rhonda and I went to the TV show, "Native Nations." David Liberty brough in Cece Whitewolf from Native American Circle of Hope cancer survivors network because they are having a fundraiser in the form of "The Gathering of Flutes." A young woman, 13, by the name of Fiona Graham played flute for the show. David does such great work on the TV. He is fucking awesome. I whispered to Cece during a flute song that the U.S. has declared that there is no connection between agent orange and cancer by simply completely throwing out the studies and declaring the connections invalid, kinda like there were WMD's in Iraq.

Rhonda and I went to Goodwill and dinner after that.

Life is good.

Oh! October Surprise...BOMBING IRAN! Ooops, gave it away! Maybe they won't do it now?

I just watched the Frontline program about Paul Bremmer "The Lost Year in Iraq." THE FUCKER WAS GENOCIDAL MANIAC HENRY KISSINGER'S RIGHT HAND MAN FOR GODSAKE. Anway, it is pretty clear that everyone in the Bush administration are a complete bunch of stupid fucking idiots, they should all be arrested, put on trial, and when found guilty, justice administered. My preferred form of justice is to strip them of every last cent they have stolen, strip them of the clothes on their backs, and release them into the areas where they have FORCED people to suffer the most. Instead, what you see on this program is a bunch of back patting and mutual support for some of the most horrific criminals on earth. THAT I found offensive. It was also Bremmer and the boys that razed Fallujah for "revenge" for the killing of four U.S. contractors. "Revgenge!"

REVOLUTION NOW!

Beauty sleeps beside me at night.
We make Love and the World is as Beautiful
as she is.

As we took the last few steps toward Interstate,
the tiny rose patch on Farragut had one tiny bud left.
As Rhonda closed her phone conversation
about the insanity of her workplace,
I paused and inhaled the scent...
IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL!
I pointed to the bud and my nose
and she leaned in
phone still to ear
as she inhaled
her beautiful brown eyes opened wide in amazment
a smile across her beautiful face.

Although it was sad for me
I stayed and listened to Michael Franti
my Sweetheart out helping people
on the verge of dying
the night I imagined with her
interrupted...

Michael's dreads would fly
and I never have been to a concert
where the band was so charasmatic
and the people would jump at his suggestion
and all was beautiful
even the tragedies he would sing about
and I cried through some of the songs
part missing Rhonda
part because they were beautiful and tragic.

Michael is so tall
I thought all the members of his band were
5' 2"
Michael stands 6' 6"
and his soul is so much bigger
than the imagination can embrace.

BTW
thanks for the dance
Anne, Eric, and Jason!
I really wish Rhonda could have been there.

And she is sleeping now
resting from her difficult days at work
the stress of being called out
during events she wants to partake in
the stress of the work itself
the stress the management heaps on
because they have no idea what the fuck they are doing.
There was a tiny smile
on her lips
as I dragged my tired ass out of bed
to get ready for work.
Her beauty will comfort my soul
as I drive down the many roads
of this town
I am so familiar with.

Dear Spearhead Fellows,

I don't know if you are actually reading this. My handwriting last night was sloppy. I thoroughly enjoyed the show. I'm real impressed with the work you guys do. I was saddened throughout the show, however, as my Sweetheart, Rhonda, got called away about fifteen minutes after we arrived for the show. She didn't get to see any of the shows. I wanted to leave but she encouraged me to stay, and I'm glad I did, but I missed her terribly. I asked the keyboard player to try to dedicate the song that had the lyrics "Bring 'em Home" in it. There is a reason for that.

Let me tell you a little about my Beautiful Sweetheart. Rhonda is a hospice nurse. She was called away to help with a woman who is on the verge of dying. She Loves her work but gets a lot of shit from the organization she works for, such as being on call one out of every five weeks or so. Rhonda worked all day Friday and Saturday and she didn't get a single call on Sunday until we got to your show.

Rhonda is also a Peace activist. She is a member of Code Pink, as well as having been arrested last year with a handful of others in a sit-in on Ron Wyden's office (Senator, D-Or) to have him demand a pull-out of the troops from Iraq. She also started a vigil that has been going on for over a year. It is a peace vigil and it is done in front of the recruiting station on NE Broadway here in Portland.

The reason that I ask that you dedicate that bring the troops home song to her is because she is an awesome and wonderful woman and human being who wants peace and does what she can. Rhonda is constantly thinking of other things to do but rarely has the time or energy.

I Love Rhonda dearly. She does great work in this world. She would tell you different if you ask her. She would tell you that she doesn't do enough. But, my friends, she is one awesome and wonderful human being who wants peace in the world and is at least trying to do something to get it.

So, check this out. I have to get up at 2am to be to work by 3:30am. That gives me time to do things like write to you guys on my blog, and hopefully you are reading this. My alarm goes off after my two hour nap, and I walk into the kitchen to find my Sweetheart Rhonda standing at the sink drinking some water. She had gotten home 10 minutes before. The patient she got called for still hadn't died. She got called for another one while she was out, and that person still hasn't died either. She went to bed because she knows they will go soon and she will be called out to one, the other, or both of them when they go. She is a hospice nurse. That is what she does and she is good at it.

I Love Rhonda dearly and would appreciate it greatly if somewhere along the lines, even though we may never hear about it, never see you sing it, never hear you make the actual dedication to her, I would appreciate it if you did anyway because Rhonda Baseler is one of the most awesome people I know.

Thank you guys. Oh yeah, and I hope you enjoyed the poems. They are much better read out loud. I produce a radio program and got to do that on the last one with those two. A friend also arranged a 15 minute interview with Howard Zinn for us, considering it was the celebration of 514 years of occupation and genocide in this nation currently known as the United States.

Enough about me. And thank you for all you do and thank you for at least listening to the request for a dedication to my Lover, Sweetheart, Wife, Friend, Rhonda, because she is awesome and it really saddened my heart she couldn't stay for the show.

Sincerely, with much Love and Peace to you all!

Eugene Johnson
the Angry Indian

I'd say a little over a month ago, Rhonda was pretty troubled. She finally came forward and informed me that she would like to live alone for a couple of months. I completely understood this and, to be honest, expected it to an extent. When Rhonda and I met, she was still living with her former, although he had split up with her four or five weeks before. During that time she was still wanting to work things out with him and tried on several occasions.

Rhonda has also basically never lived on her own. Maybe a couple of weeks she has informed me. I'm fine with this. Our relationship is strong, and if we are not meant to be together it will play out. But both of us believe that we are meant to be together, we get along so well.

I informed Rhonda as well that if she asks me to move back in before those two months are up, that I will tell her no. This made her happy. The reason I will tell her no is because if she doesn't take this time, then years from now it may effect our relationship. She may feel bad that she didn't take that time to herself. She may have regrets, and I don't want that between us. Rhonda is awesome and beautiful and I Love her so much. We are both Revolutionaries and good for each other.

That said...

Rhonda has told me many stories that have led up to her becoming a hospice nurse. It was where her life has directed her to go. She has only been one for a little over a year, but that is where she is at. That is the direction in which she has taken her life.

Knowing things happen in our lives for reasons, I began to think what I would get out of this recently. I haven't really thought about that because my main concern has been Rhonda's health in all this. I got my year and a half on my own with my own little autonomous zones. Rhonda has not.

During my autonomous time, especially living with my friend Heidi, I redefined what it means for me to be a man. I had a few crushes, chased a few women (Hi Mikhelle, Cynthia, and Orion...three altogether), and at one point in my life had decided I was done trying the Love thing only to fall in Love with Cynthia but realizing that it was most likely not her but the feeling that I was supposed to be looking for...and later Rhonda and I found each other. I had my autonomous zone, Rhonda has not.

In my autonomy, I did not look for a real direction in my life. I tried getting published which has turned into a great big fat pain in the ass. I tried moving forward with my poetry, only to go from having a good audience the first time to no audience or stage hands even on the fourth go round. I lack direction. In that last week or so, I've been thinking about this.

Rhonda and I have been together for five months now. In the beginning of November, when she and her daughter Rachel are in Hawaii, I will take my dresser, Felicia's bed, and a few other things with me over to Lisa Loving's place and live with her and her family like I did some year and a half ago now. When I approached Lisa with the need to find a place to stay for a few months she responded "You can stay with us...I assume you mean you, right?" What a wonderful friend she is.

Anyway...Direction is what I have come here to write about as this sepration of living space with Rhonda (we are still going to be seeing each other during that time, like dating, which will be fun). I have never had my own direction. I remember, and I was discussing this with Rhonda earlier, that I have lived my life like riding a surfboard. For some reason I wanted to live like I could find myself in any situation and move through it smoothly. This, however, brought me through some tough times, too. I just rode my relationships with Felicia's mom and Melodie. Both relationships were abusive. I took none of my own direction until I left. And then I still had no direction, I just surfed the waves and let things come as they may instead of pointing the nose of my board in some direction that made sense to me.

I have had MANY dreams where I wake up afloat on a hunk of ice in the darkness of the Arctic ocean. Just floating there on a raft in my emotions. No currents. No measure to the depths of the water beneath me. No color. No fear. No comfort. Ice walls vast and high in the distance. Black and white and brown and floating going nowhere.

Rhonda does not want me to be her servant, which is what happened in my other two big relationships. She wants me to be who I am. She Loves me for who I am. Surfing, I found myself surfing into serfdom. I had become servants to two abusive women, abusive to me in different ways as they could see I had my own autonomy as well. Having my own personhood was unacceptable to them because I was supposed to be what they wanted me to be, not who I wanted me to be. But I have always had to be me. I have always had that surfboard waxed and ready to go. (I harbor no belief that I would be any good at actual surfing. Surfing through life, however...).

So, I've been asking myself this...What do I get out of this? The answer is that it is time I direct my surfboard in an actual direction. It is no longer time for me to ride the waves and just be alive...it is time for me to LIVE!

I have the security of the Love Rhonda and I share. I have financial security in my work. I have come to a time in which to take my life in my own hands. To direct myself where I WANT to go. To be who I want to be.

I am a wordsmith. I am a writer. My writing has motivated a lot of people. My words on KBOO and on MCTV have motivated many people. I don't get to see these people for the most part. I never get to meet them, become friends with them, hear their stories, or at least I rarely get to I should say.

That is why Friday was disappointing to me. I had a timely poem to read, and there was no open mic and no audience that wanted to hear what I had to say because that was not why they were there. Why I was deceived into believing there would be an open mic, I don't know. I want to contact with my audience. I want to shake their hands and say hello and hear their stories and find out what they do with their lives. I want to share my words with them because that is what I do. I am a wordsmith.

I have a video coming out. It was thought it would be finished by August, but the video editors mom is dying. I haven't heard much since. He had another film he had to finish, but then his mom got really sick and he spends all of his spare time with her. I don't believe that project will be done for perhaps another year, if ever, and that is OK.

I am beginning to believe all of these things are happening for a reason. The reason it seems, is my lack of direction with where I wish to take my wordsmithing. My lack of direction of where I want to take my life.

Rhonda has started a little garden plot in the back yard. I asked if she needed my help and she told me no, it is a project she wants to work on. She then pointed to a little spot that I could plant a few things if I so wished. I think that is when it started for me. My input in my other households wasn't considered important. At times it was demanded, but discarded if it didn't fit in with the S/O's desires.

So here I am, in a household where I have a desk and bookshelf in the livingroom, a few of my posters hanging on the wall, my personality is a PART of the household and not an accessory. I think I need to learn to understand that. It doesn't scare me. It makes me feel valid. And with these new feelings of validity has come a desire for direction.

Rhonda will learn to live on her own. She will learn who she is. This separation will be a benefit to her for the rest of her life. I will get direction from this. I will learn to direct my life instead of riding on the waves of other peoples direction.

Early on in our discussions, Rhonda described this as a paradox. She struggled hard to maintain a relationship with an abusive prick and didn't want to be separated from him. Here she is now in the best relationship she's had and wants to live on her own for a while. I told Rhonda that it wasn't a paradox, but a healthy decision. She has never had that. She has never had her OWN space. She needs to time to find what her autonomy has to offer. We will both be with each other and autonomous. There are directions where our lives take us, and their are many connections where our lives meet. We are one unit and completely ourselves.

The plan is, like stated previously, I will move in with Lisa and her family in early November while Rhonda takes Rachel to Hawaii, and after the first of the year, we will get together and discuss where we wish to take our relationship then.

In telling this to a few friends, I found out a couple of them did the same thing with relationships in their past and came into a much healthier relationship with their Sweethearts.

I have a little fear, but not about Rhonda and I, about myself. Having realized I have not had my OWN direction in my life, it is kind of scary being on that threshold. Kind of like being pushed out of the nest and seeing if those wings really work.

Capricorns, I've been told, are late bloomers. So here is my plan, as a wordsmith that wants to talk with the people:

I am going to talk with Eric, owner of Grendel's Coffee House, and see about setting up a reading in the next couple of months, then putting it on the community calendar for KBOO, and hopefully having at least one person in the audience. I want to connect with the people with my words and I want to share words with them. How else can I motivate the Revolution?

CHRIS AND THE BOYS

by Eugene Johnson

Happy Adolf Hitler Day! Happy Jeffery Dahmer Day! Happy Son of Sam Day! Happy Stephen Green Day!

If we are going to celebrate the world's most horrific killers...we should embrace them all and celebrate every last one of them.

Happy Peter Brzica Day! King of the Cutthroats! He cut the throats of 1360 Serbs in a single evening. What a great man! He should be hailed just as highly as Columbus!

Happy Eichmann Day! Happy Sharon Day! Happy Clinton Day! Happy Bush 1 Day! Happy McNamara Day! Happy Lemay Day! Happy Bush 2 Day! Happy Rumsfeld Day! Happy April Glaspie Day! Happy Madeline Albright Day!

We could even honor killer organizations like the Crusades, which I know many already do! Happy Janjaweed Day! Happy Ustasha Day! Happy Gestapo Day! Happy Police Day! Happy FBI Day! Happy CIA Day!

And their temple flowed with blood, so much so that it was ankle deep.

We rowed out to Indian Island in Humboldt Bay to see all the people there murdered. There were several Indians still alive, but barely. One woman had half her scalp missing and was holding her dead baby in her arms.

They were tired of seeing the Indians hanging around near Silverton, Oregon, so a few townsfolk got together and attacked their two peaceful camps, killing almost all of them in the area.

The U.S. military found three Deleware children who stayed behind in the city of Oquaga during the "Revolutionary War." They had hidden in the corn. Several militia men spit them on their bayonettes and raised them into the air until they died in their last bits of agony. Happy three dead Delaware kids spit on American Bayonettes Day!

One time, I had checked out a copy of Columbus' log from the Library. My sister, who is not an activist, started reading the thing, and I couldn't get her nose out of it. She read it intently, and finally, after some half hour or so her eyes raised from the pages, her fingers knotted into fist. "It's all about the gold!" she told me. "I know," I smiled.

Happy Jasenovac Day! Happy Auschwitz Day! Happy Dacchau Day! Happy Jeffrey Amhurst Day! Happy Smallpox Blankets Day! Happy Zyclon B Day! Happy Bender Day!

[snore] Must kill all humans. [snore] Must kill all humans.

Happy nuclear bomb day! Happy Hiroshima Day! Happy Nagasaki Day! Happy Rape of Nanking Day! Happy Robert McNamara Day! Happy JFK Day! Happy Robert Kennedy Day! Happy Gas Chamber Day! Happy Winston Churchill Day! Happy Joseph Stalin Day!

Happy Guantanamo Bay Day! Happy Abu Ghraib Day! Happy Baghram Day! Happy Lynchings Day! Happy Abuse Day!

Happy Verbal Abuse Day! Happy Sexual Abuse Day! Happy Rape Day! Happy Toxic Waste Day! Happy Radiation Day! Happy Child Abuse day! Happy Hutus Day! Happy Machete Day! Happy Suharto Day! Happy Marcos Day! Happy Iddi Amin Day! Happy Columbus Day!

"Gonna get me a shotgun...Kill Every Whitey I see!"

Happy Pinochet Day! Happy Lyndon B. Johnson Day! Happy Kill them all little and big...nits make lice Day!

It's always been about the gold.

Happy Goebbels Day! Happy Mass Media Day! Happy Mystic Lake Massacre Day!

"We Love our Killers! We Really Love our killers."

Happy Saddam Hussein Day! Happy Andrew Jackson Day! Happy Alexander Hamilton Day! Happy Ronald Reagan Day! Happy Henry Kissinger Day! Happy Pedophile Priest Day! Happy Union Carbide Day! Happy Charles Manson Day!

Charlie, you know, never killed a single person. Just like George Bush. Charlie motivated others to kill for him...Just like George Bush.

We Love our killers. We really do! We give them great praise. One man chased down a woman for five miles at Wounded Knee when he finally shot her in the back. They even buried at least one person alive in that mass grave. That mass grave where Rhonda and I prayed and were photographed by disrespectful tourists as the reservation starving attempted to sell trinkets so their families could eat.

Why don't we honor our lovers? I know we do a few, like MLK. He was a great Lover and Lover of the people. He wanted everyone to have joy and happiness, opportunity, and the ability to deal with the natural suffering that occurs in our lives. Columbus wanted gold and was willing to do many horrific things to get it...and did. He has his day also...Why? Because we Love our killers. That's why we continue to let George Bush enact his horrible crimes against humanity. We Love our killers.

And our Lovers. We need Lovers days and no more honoring killers like Columbus, Jackson, Johnson, McNamara, Lemay, Schwarpzkopf...

We were about to close the door on Iraq and make it a battle of complete annihilation. It was about to become a battle of Cannae, a battle of complete annihilation.

Lovers! How about a Happy Rhonda Day! How about a Happy Eugene Day! How about a Happy [insert your name here] Day if you are a great Lover.

Let's honor our Lovers. Let's honor those who Love the people. Let's NOT honor those who have enacted the most horrific crimes against humanity ever again. In fact, let's get the most horrific criminals out of our government and replace them with Lovers. Let's make a new constitution because, honestly folks, the U.S. Constitution really sucks. Read other constitutions and you will know what I mean. Honest.

So everyday should be a Happy Lovers Day of some kind! Today, is my Happy Rhonda's Day! Happy Rhonda's Day, Rhonda! You're a wonderful peaceneck who does what she can, as well as a fantastic Lover and Lover of the people. You should be honored, and all those like you! Happy all of you Day!

Would you Love me, if I rampaged through the streets with an AK-47 and killed as many people as I could? Would you Love me the more blood I made flow of the people? Would you honor me with a holiday for the attrocities I committed? Of course not! Then why do you honor Christopher Columbus who murdered millions? Why?

KING GEORGE

by Eugene Johnson

I would do your homework for you King George, so you can go out and party and have a good time. You would still only get a C and still become president.

I would hide that little cocaine charge for your King George. Someone from the family you are from should not have that kind of thing on their record.

I would get you to the top of a 100,000 name list to get into the Texas Air National Guard King George. Someone from your family should not have to fight in a war that you so whole heartedly support, no matter how illegal it is.

I will protect you King George, when your record as an AWOL comes forward, even as soldiers of conscience face court martial for the same crime you have committed. But they aren't from the same family as you are King George.

I will steal elections for you King George. Afterall, you deserve to be King. Your family supported the Nazi's during WWII and is into eugenics. You, King George, are the end product of the Master Race.

I will kill for you King George. They attacked us first, which is a lie just like weapons of mass destruction. But that's OK, you are King George, and I will kill without question for you.

Under orders, I will run over babies with my tank for you King George. It might be a trap.

I will rape little girls and kill their whole families for you King George.

I will raze cities for your King George.

I will have parts of my body blown off for you King George.

I will pay for my own health care so your wealthy buddies can have more money after parts of my body have been blown off for you King George.

I will rape little boys in front of the mothers for you King George. Their mothers will suffer so greatly they will ask their communities to kill them to end their suffering.

I will rape my fellow service women for you King George. For that, if I pay any consequences, it will only be an Honorable Discharge.

I will put a bullet in a wounded mans head for you King George. "He's dead now."

I will destroy the infrustructure of whole nations and create mass suffering of their people for you King George.

I will raze the cradle of civilization for you King George.

I will recruit other people to do the killing so you don't have to King George. See the AWOL sentence. Someone from your family should never have to get their hands dirty.

I will kill reporters for you King George in order to terrorize them until they stop telling the truth.

I will make illegal activities legal for you especially when you or your friends get caught King George. Someone from your family should never have to face justice for crimes like genocide, torture, war crimes, crimes against peace, crimes against humanity, and neither should your friends.

I will make the organizations that can bring you to justice useless so again, you will never have to face justice. I mean, your family, King George. You are the end product of eugenics. You are the end product of the Master Race.

I won't tell you your sister is dying until she is dead King George.

I will cover up any connections to your knowing about 911 King George, in order to save you and your family from disgrace.

I will steal the votes of darkies for you King George, and still lie to the people and let them think they live in some sort of democracy.

I will bury people alive for you King George.

I will poison peoples lands with depleted uranium King George.

I will take you to war with Iran King George, not only to help win elections, but also to help steal their wealth for you and your wealthy friends. You and your wealthy friends should own everything and have control of everything King George. Like I said, you are the end product of eugenics. You are the end product of the Master Race.

I will take away the rights of your own people, well, people that allege to be your own people King George. ("Beasts" as James Madison would call them.) Afterall, not all of them are members of the Master Race. They all have to be controlled so you can have the reins of the world in your hand.

I will drop the bomb for you...King George. You are the Master of the Master Race. You know best even though you only got a C in college because that was all you would pay for. I would slaughter millions for you King George. They all deserve to die before you King George. You are the Master. You are the rightful Ruler of the World King George. If you can't have it all, nobody can King George. I will make sure of that...for you...King George.

My Honey Rhonda's work is really putting the screws to her. She is on call and has hardly had a moment to herself other than sleep since yesterday morning. She wound up working until MIDNIGHT last night.

I got home around noon, and it is almost 7pm. She has been out working since 5:30AM with a little time in between for grocery shopping.

My Honey Rhonda is a hospice nurse. The stories she tells me are amazing. She is like a midwife for those at the end of life. She Loves her job and she is good at it.

The company she works for sucks, however. The stories she tells me about them make me amazed these people are still in business. To be honest, though, with what I've witnessed and the testimony of others and visiting their office, I don't see that company lasting much longer than two more years. I'll be amazed if they make it that long. And they are going to make their crew suffer along with them.

I Love my Sweetheart, Rhonda. She doesn't deserve this especially in the line of work she does. She is an amazing goddessy woman, and still finds time to put into activism. In fact, she thinks about that alot and has many ideas, but little time to implement them.

RHONDA! I LOVE YOU!

...Voice.

There is a clear and consistent pattern surrounding my poetry.

Early on, I did not seek publication. Publication is really a pain in the ass and I became aware of that early on. I write primarily for myself. To vent and speak out in my way. To give voice to that which is on my mind.

I finally got published on my 42nd birthday. The book is called "Tremble in Fear Before the Soft Pudgy Indian."

Initially, it did well. It was a good birthday celebration. My head was reeling and it was really fun.

I was supposed to have 200 more copies of my book, which when printed, wound up in quarantine for 2 months. It was then discovered that the 200 were printed with the pages out of sequence and signed off on so there was not redress. Getting the books printed for an audience I thought was interested in purchasing a book of mine. There was a lot of verbal interest, but not a lot of actual interest.

I went through a new publisher to try and have books for an audience I thought was interested in my work. I got 50 books printed up. My original three readings the audiences got smaller and smaller. At the second one I met my sweetheart, Rhonda, for the first time, though I didn't know she would become my sweetheart.

With my 50 books in tow, I went to the Spiral Rhythms Festival. When it was time to do my reading, not only was there NO audience, there was no stage staff either. There was absolutely no interest in my work, so I stopped putting forth the effort. What's the use if no one is interested in my work.

Since then, I have been writing like a bad dog and reading what I feel most compelled to on the air at KBOO. I also write some of my stuff here on my blog.

So, yesterday, October 13, there was supposed to be an open mic at Reflections Book Store. I called up and found out it started an hour before I originally thought. I asked when the open mic started and was told six. I asked if the sign up sheet was full and told no.

I get there and am told that Renee Mitchell (local columnist and domestic violence activist) will be MCing the open mic. Then I am told she will be making a presentation from Nappy Press, or something like that and that I should hang around. I could not get out of anyone whether there actually was an open mic or not, and I signed up on a piece of paper.

Renee Mitchell then went into a presentation about domestic violence and an organization she is starting focusing primarily on African American women. It was a good presentation and the work she does is interesting and vital, but that is not the reason I was there.

I had been talking with Gloria, the owner, off and on about an open mic there and was told the next one would be October 13 and was even called and interviewed for it, which I thought was kind of odd. Then I get there and there is NO open mic, yet I'm deceived into staying, and was deceived into coming there in the first place as well.

I like Renee Mitchell and her work is important, but I was deceived and lied to and that I don't appreciate.

But there again is the consistent pattern surrounding my poetry. There is a LARGE vocal interest in my work, but no ACTUAL interest in my work.

So, on that end, I give up. I surrender. Whatever powers that be are telling me my work is not REALLY as popular as people tell me it is. When I attempt to get my voice out in other venues, odd things happen where I don't get to present at all. So, surrender. I give up. The spirits seem to be telling me that I should not write any books of poetry. That I should not try to get my voice out in person. That I should only voice my poetry in personal readings, on KBOO, and on this blog. I guess that will have to do. Everything else I now send voice of complete surrender. I will no longer attempt to put my voice out in those arenas. There is no interest and the spirits are letting me know that loud and clear.

I Love to write, though, so I will continue that until I can write no longer.

Yesterday on "Mitakuye Oyasin," David Liberty and I inteviewed Howard Zinn. This was the highlight of the program. Howard Zinn, is a history professor and author of one of the few, if not only, best selling history book, "A People's History of the United States."

His first chapter in that book is about Columbus. He tells actual documented truths about that brutal and cruel mother fucking piece of shit that is so well Loved in American society. America Loves killers.

What I Loved most about the interview is that he compared Columbus to Bush. Just change the word gold to oil, and poof, you have the mother fucking piece of shit who currently stole and occupies the white house which is on stolen land as it is.

He is a good interview, very personable, and gave David and I a lot of shit for not knowing the title of his forthcoming book. That was funny.

We also had Ofelia Zepada who is a linguistics professor out of the University of Arizona and poet whose poetry is in both T'ohono O'odham and English. Liz Woody was with her, who is also a great poet and all round wonderful human being who works for Ecotrust. Ofelia will be speaking at the PSU Indian Student center a couple of times today.

I also read to intense poems. One about Chris and the boys which I will publish here later as I have to get my ass ready for work here in the next few minutes. The other was about George Bush being catered to and pampered like the king he likes to believe he is.

I wanted to dedicate the show to Anna Politkovskaya, but so much was happening throughout the whole show I spaced it out until the end and mentioned her then. I plan on talking more about her on my next program.

Lisa, Felicia's mom, brought Felicia down to the show. I didn't get to spend a whole lotta time with Felicia, but it was good to see her and I'm grateful her mom took her out of school and brought her down. The highlight of the show for me was dancing with the kid to one of her favorite songs by Rebecca Bellmore called "High Tech Tee-Pee Trauma Mama."

Thank you David, Lisa, Felicia, Ofelia, Liz, Rhonda, Howard, Anna, all the listeners and Volunteers for helping make "Mitakuye Oyasin" what it is for this community.

I'm feeling terribly sad, and am probably going to cry here again soon.

I'm alone in the house for a few. Rhonda was just here and her job is really fucking her around. She does great work and gets treated like shit. From the way she is describing things to me, I think the place is getting ran into the ground by people who sound unqualified to run a hospice care. I rubbed her feet and body for her. Her hand and right side. Rhonda is awesome. She does great work. She is a wonderful human being and I Love her very much.

I tried to get Anna Politkovskaya on "Mitakuye Oyasin" a few times. I missed her being in the states by about a day. I was hoping to get something recorded with her to play on the air.

One day about four or five years ago, I was wandering through the library when I found a book on Chechnya called "A Dirty War," or "A Dirty Little War." It was by Anna Politkovskaya. After reading her book, I realized that Vladimir Putin and his cabinet are nothing but genocidal pieces of fucking shit, just like the Bush administration in the U.S.

The conditions of life are so horrible in Chechnya that people will walk up to strangers (if any are brave enough to go there), and beg them to kill them and end their horrific suffering. Anna, it is said in the articles I read, was about to publish an article about kidnappings, torture, and murders in Chechnya which are linked directly to the Chechen Prime Minister Ramzan Kadyrov.

The conditions of Chechnya can be compared to the conditions of Indian Nations here in the most genocidal nation of all...The United States of America. That is why I wanted to have her talk on "Mitakuye Oyasin." She was an awesome human being. A goddess amongst humans.

May we bring an end to all of the horrific conditions of life imposed upon the people by pieces of shit like Ramzan, Vladimir, George, Donald, Colin, Condaleeza, Dick, and so many more. We "beasts" as James Madison would call us, need to take it all back and put an end to the crimes of such pieces of shit as the above named, as well as corporate CEO's who benefit from the conditions of slave labor (like Phil Knight, Warren Anderson, and so many more). We need to take it all back and take away ALL of the authority of the people who have created the conditions of life we are forced to live under.

Anna Politkovskaya would have wanted it that way. So would have Fern L. Holland and Rachel Correy. So do Rhonda, Eugene, Ani, Julie, Leigh Anne, you, and all the rest of us "beasts." Coyote ate the heart of the monster, it's about high time we did the same.

"I'm not an athiest. It's too much of a commitment." --Rhonda B.

"Frybread is to Indians like donuts are to cops." --Rhonda B.

Anna Politkovskaya was assassinated in her apartment this weekend. She was a Russian journalist who reported heavily on Putin's crimes against humanity and war crimes inside Chechneya. She was a gooddess amongst human beings. I am certainly feeling her loss. Please, Please, Please, read her books and understand that it just isn't Bush who is a horrific criminal. Putin is just one on that long and horrific list. Please read about her on Democracy Now's website at the link I'll provide.

http://www.democracynow.org/article.pl?sid=06/10/09/1358259

Last night, Rhonda and I watched "Harold and Maude." She had never seen the whole thing.

Do you ever wonder how some things have shaped your life and you don't remember? I felt that way the last couple of weeks as I watched "The U.S. Vs. John Lennon." John said so many things that it was like we were speaking with the same voice. Peace. Self-defense. Not a good idea to use weapons in the Revolution because they have bigger weapons and a greater desire to kill. You know, things like that.

Harold and Maude was the same way. Love life! Enjoy Life! Live life as fully as you can! Revolution all the way.

My sisters worked at the now gone Westgate Theater in Beaverton at the time, so I would get to go in and see movies for free. That was one of the movies I got to see. I was seven or eight at the time.

Love does not know age. Love lives on its own time.

Yesterday was Rhonda and mines five month anniversary. We haven't been feeling too well the last couple of days, energetically and physically, Rhonda especially. We talked about the need for leader in this movement.

Leaders...

MLK was a leader. Their was a common cause in those time. Segregation was horrific. Violence against minorities was horrific. The U.S. was a global disgrace as far as equality. So there was a cause, a common cause for people to stand up against. There was so much suffering. There was the threat of death and actual murders happening.

Today, we can't get people to mobilize to save anything. People in the U.S. have become so complacent. Their is no desire to save the world in a majority of peoples lives because they are all so comofortable. They would have to be dragged out of their comfort to feel motivated enough to help the people. They would have to suffer themselves before they will help in stopping the suffering of others.

I would rather it didn't come to that, but I know it will have to. I would rather people not wait and stop the global attrocities now, but I don't think that's gonna happen. That doesn't stop me or Rhonda from doing are part still, but their is no room for leadership in a world that for the most part just doesn't care about anyone but themselves. The conditions are becoming horrible in this nation as well, but it's like the boiling frog.

My friend Maire told me that in Southern Ireland, the fight is all out of the people their. They are all fat and complacent and don't really give a rats ass about the North because they got theirs. Sometimes, seeing this shit, she wonders if freedom is worth the price. But there are still people like her, Rhonda, Medea, Martha, Cynthia, Me, Jim, Inga, and so many more out there trying to get people to wake up. There will be a time. I know it now. There will come a time when many people will suffer because of this administration. Suffer here, that is, because there is already great suffering across the world because of this administration. I wonder if people will get off their asses then. I doubt it, but it is what I will struggle for. I Love my humans, even the complacent lazy bastards. I want good things for all of us on into the future generations.

REVOLUTION NOW! DON'T WAIT!

Though both of us are ill, Rhonda and I went to "The World Can't Wait" demo. We got there late, about 15 minutes before the start of the march. We handed out a lot of fliers about the Tuesday night vigil. You are all still invited; 1317 NE Braodway here in the great city of Portland, Oregon 5:30 to 6:30 every Tuesday.

Anyway, we marched along and wound up doing a little sit down demo in front of the local rag for advertisers and "manufacturing consent" known as "The Oregonian." They, of course, ignored us because we are not the type of voice they are supposed to be supporting. They are supposed to support the warmongers who don't sign up to fight. The warmongers who hire the poor to do their killing for them.

Then the cops redirected us a few times and we were back at the Park Blocks. Tensions were high several times along the march. Then the march was heading up Jefferson. It seemed a little rushed, and wouldn't you know it, the cops had their special riot head gear on, so we knew some action was about to start. Rhonda took a lot of pictures, and though we missed the pepper spraying and the beating of the anarchists, we did see the cops shoot a woman in the chest with their bean bag gun which immediately got me to chanting "FUCK YOU PIG!" along with a large part of the crowd. The cops just stepped through the line of bicycle cops, aimed his lethal looking weapon to the elder woman's chest, fired into her unarmed self in an act of "terrorism," and then they arrested her and a couple of others. One woman who was sitting on the curb and a cop kicked in the ribs. No words like, "Could you please get up." Just a kick in the ribs, rotten fucking bastards.

This, folks, is a clear and consistent pattern. This is what you, the "beasts" as founding father James Madison would call us, are supposed to understand by the illegal actions taken by the cops. Seeing the terror the cops may light upon your body, the bodies of your children and elders, the violence and potentially "unspeakable" violence cops are willing to lay on you should you take to the streets. You should be encouraged by their illegal actions NOT to exercise your legal right to protest. If you do, they will exercise their illegal right to react violently for us not stepping "in line" behind the illegal actions of the illegal U.S. government. Putting it simply, if you exercise your first ammendment rights, the cops will take them away with the use of force and terror. That is their job.

I kept giving the police the peace sign. That is, afterall, all we really want. The cops, of course, like that because that means their "opponents" aren't as willing to use violence like they will their state sanctioned violence. Like Wounded Knee Light.

Hey, do any of you remember how the Nazi's reacted to dissenters amongst their own master race during the "good 'ole days?" That's right, of course you don't. So let me remind you. They took the dissenters out into the streets and hanged them from trees. You can find the photos of their illegal activities on the internet.

It hasn't gotten that way here...yet...but it is definitely heading in that direction. When one exerecises their illegal right to use of force, it is only a matter of time.

Anyway, folks, the cops did this. It wasn't the anarchists. The cops started this shit. Never trust a cop. But I still try to get them on our side. They spend more time fighting us demonstrators and arresting pot smokers than chasing down pedophile priests or stopping genocidal maniacs. It is their job to protect the system which protects pedophile priests and genocidal maniacs. Arresting the priests and administration would mean the potential for a government for the people, and that is the last thing those who protect the criminals want.

Anyway, folks, do what you can before you're not allowed to do anything anymore. It's just a matter of time. I don't blame you for doing nothing, though. Fear is a powerful force. Fear will keep you inside while the criminals run our government to amass wealth for their friends at the expense of the "beasts." You were designed to feel powerless by this government. They want you to feel that way because it helps protect their illegal activities which amass wealth for themselves. So stay in your houses and stay out of the streets like good little Americans and chances are, you won't get hurt. And don't forget, call this "freedom"... or else. I hope, however, someday, you choose to see through the bullshit and do something. "People are dying...It's time [for the U.S. government] to go." Like I said, stay in your house and out of the streets...Keep your mouths shut...Buy into the system...Play along...And the U.S. government won't hurt you. Stay asleep. Sleep. Sleep. Don't wake up. They don't want you to and you know you are always free to "obey the master."

Sleep...

Sleep...

Sleep...

After the tipi meeting on Sunday, I caught a ride home with a young woman who is going to college to be a high school teacher and raising her five-year-old daughter. She keeps telling me she chooses to focus on the good things. She likes singing pop jazz and has a nice voice as she was singing along with the music on a CD she likes.

I've been doing this work for years, I explain. One of my favorite people to quote is Emma Goldman who stated if I can't dance at your revolution I aint gonna come. I don't focus on the bad things. I don't focus on the good things. I take in the whole picture, at least as much as I can.

I always remind people to dance, especially when you do this type of work. You need to have that celebration to create your happiness to continue to motivate you to change the world because this type of work is fucking tough. You know the horrible things going on in the world to maintain your privilege...

I don't know what I'm trying to say.

I want my daughter to live in a world that is free of war, that the horrible pollution caused by the elites to create more wealth for themselves is cleaned up or at least in the process of being cleaned up. I want Felicia to be able to live in a world where her creativity can be exercised in a good way. Where she can deal with the natural suffering and challenges that come her way in good health and happiness. I want that for Rhonda. I want that for Rachel and Eli. I want that for the woman who likes to focus on the good things. I want that for her child. I want it for the world. It isn't asking too much.

Rhonda came to bed last night and isn't feeling well. After she came to bed, I started feeling hot, but I don't feel ill. I still feel hot. And I couldn't get back to sleep, so I didn't want to disturb her sleep flopping around trying to find a comfortable position to...well...not get back to sleep.

So, here I sit, and I can hear my poor honey coughing in the bedroom. I hope she isn't catching anything.

I'll probably wind up reading some Chomsky later, but now I just feel like writing.

The Nazi's used to hang people for not following the demands of the system. There is a photo I remember clearly of a young man and a young woman, college students I believe. There is a brief series of photos as the Gestapo fellow is putting a noose around the man's neck, the woman already hanging dead beside him, and then he is hanging from the tree...and dead.

There is an animal activist going to jail for three years for participating in a protest. The ruling basically states that if you participate in a protest or do activist work for a group whose actions or words could be used to do things like property damage, you can be arrested and do time in prison. The precedent is being set.

Habeus Corpus is GONE! The President and his gang of criminal thugs can spy on you without your knowledge and use that information against you to, say, put you in jail for three years or quite possibly, hang you from a tree.

Bush and the boys have made torture legal for Bush and the boys to commit.

All this and not all that many people in the streets.

Mark Foley breaks the law, and all he has to do is go to alcoholic rehab. Stand on the street while black...

You can vote in democrats, but they are already for the most part the republican party.

Folks, WE NEED A REVOLUTION!

I just don't see it happening. I don't think it will happen tomorrow. I don't think it will happen anytime soon. Most people are so complacent that they are willing to allow their government to throw out its constitution and not do a fucking thing about it.

I guess bitching aint gonna get anything done...maybe I'll try a different subject...

I'm sure you all know about Mark Foley, a Republican Senator from Florida, having attempted to seduce under age teenage page boys that volunteered for the Republican party. He also helped draft legislation making it illegal to solicit underage children sexually on the internet, and there he is breaking his own law by attempting to seduce sixteen-year-old page boys on the internet.

On Democracy Now, Amy Goodman was interviewing the two reporters that broke the story for ABC, Maddy Sauer who did most of the work, and Jonathan Kaplan.

During the interview, Jonathan Kaplan was talking about all the Republicans who were coming up with differnt stories about how much then knew and when they knew it. Jonathan then said this which made me laugh my ass off: "...they can't all seem to get on the same page." Could be because the page isn't into that kind of thing.

Rhonda and I went to see Cindy Sheehan last night at the Bagdad. It was a book promotion for a book she wish she never had to write. She spoke eloquently and beautifully.

She was heckled by a woman claiming to be a Vietnam Era Vet who said things like Cindy claimed her son did not die honorably. She said she never said that, but the woman chose to continue to be disruptive so Cindy asks, "Are there any Vietnam Vets out there?" And a whole bunch of people stood up.

Some people like to shoot her down because she hasn't been an anti-war activist all of her life. It wasn't until her son was killed that she actually became active. Her message to the world is don't wait for your loved ones to be killed before you do something about this shit. Don't wait for you loved ones to come back in pieces physically, emotionally, and or spiritually as what they do for corporations over there is soul destroying. Don't wait for more people to die. Don't wait for the 2006 elections. Get out there and do something.

Which reminds me. Peace and Anti-recruiting vigil tonight, 5:30-6:30 in front of the recruiting center on Broadway, 1317 NE Broadway, Portland, Oregon.

We also saw Sarah Rich, Suzanne Swift's daughter. I told her of playing "Dead Men Don't Rape," by Seven Year Bitch on "Mitakuye Oyasin" for Suzanne Swift. Rhonda and I both requested she let her daughter know that there are people out here in support of her. "Don't put up with getting raped...get court martialed."

Cindy Sheehan is also a very personalble person. Rhonda and I waited patiently as she was talking with a man to meet her. When she was done, she immediately hugged us both without even asking who we were and what we wanted to say. Rhonda told her of the vigil, and this woman is just awesome.

PS I didn't see the King of Peace there. I guess he figured if the attention wasn't on him it wasn't worth going.

PSS I'm sorry, but I just had to add that in there.

PSSS Rhonda...YOU'RE SO HOT!

PSSSS I'm not sorry I put that in there.

Nude paintings and statues...EVIL! War...good! At least in Dallas, Texas. Of course, I'm sure most of the nudes were women...which is even MORE EVIL! It will be naked women and art depicting naked women that will be the downfall of the world...not war, pollution, corporatism, genocide, slavery, racism, sexism, etc.

http://wwwcommondreams.org/headlines06/1002-07.htm

The word FUCK...EVIL! The words war, rape, murder, genocide, etc.,...GOOD!

Saturday, I went to a tipi meeting and was tired from sitting up all night on Sunday. It was nice as the roadman was serenaded by a Mexican musical group. I, of course, positioned myself close so I could listen in. The food was great and I ate until I was stuffed. Cynthia was there, and it was good to hang out with her some. I caught a ride home with the daughter of the man who owned the property out there.

Rhonda wasn't home when I got here, so I showered, did a few things, and then laid down for a nap as I could barely stay up all night the night before. Just prior to falling asleep, Rhonda opened the bedroom door and we laid down and talked a while. She told me she was going to go check the movie times for "The United States Vs. John Lennon." The film is a documentary about John's peace activist years especially with Yoko Ono. Rhonda paid for the movie and the popcorn and soda and I was very grateful and appreciative. Rhonda, you are so awesome.

We both cried through the movie. I knew John was a peace activist, but I wasn't aware of the details. The man was fucking awesome! He is Rhonda's new hero (as well as one of mine, now), and she has a poster ordered and on it's way. He was a powerful voice for peace during the Vietnam War. He was a major threat to the Nixon administration who noticed that this man's words could motivate thousands of people. The U.S. hit him with INS charges in order to try and get him out of the country. See the film, even if you know the history. It should help motivate you to work toward peace.

John was murdered on December 9, 1980.

This brought up the question in Rhonda's mind about dying for what you believe in. I would die for what I believe in, and if you read Rhonda's blog, you will see that she feels the same way. She is an awesome Revolutionary who Loves the people. But there are a few things I know as well. If I am killed, there will still be war and injustice in its many forms in the world. I have had friends and acquaintances tell me they are afraid that someone would kill me. After 11 or 12 years of speaking out on the radio, I haven't had a death threat yet. Not that I'm asking for one. Jack, the militant lesbian woman whom I adored and is no longer at KBOO, but while she was, I believe that last count was 8 death threats that she received.

Folks, the front lines are everywhere. It is a war on the people. I do what I can from my place of privilege of living in the belly of the beast to create a virus that will eat its soul and we create a world we would be PROUD to leave our children when we die...OR WE WILL DIE TRYING! Please note here that I did NOT say we would "kill" trying. Like my sign says, "Killing is Wrong," and I, for one of millions or billions believe that to be true.

So get out there and do what you can! The world needs you!

http://www.theusversusjohnlennon.com/

A man called Cecil and Celeste's show "More Talk Radio" stating that torture was fine and necessary and he was glad that the United States has now made it legal for the United States to commit torture because, as he alleges, "they attacked us first!"

I would have asked the man if he had signed up for the military. If not, then to get down there and do it and I would have had the engineer hang up on him. I don't want to talk to a man who supports this type of behavior but is not willing to go out there and do it himself. He'd rather have others do it for him while he is safe at home.

Celeste told him that if he supported torture then he should be accepting of the fact that it could happen to him. Why should it be legally only for the United States to commit torture while for others it is a crime? If someone captured and tortured him it should be just as OK as it now is for the U.S. to do it to darkies from other nations. His logic was "they attacked us first" so it's OK for the U.S. to torture and not others.

But they didn't attack us first. I have read many books that discuss how the U.S. has imposed its will upon other nations using the "rule of force." They back genocidal and militaristic regimes such as Indonesia's genocidal activities under Ford and Clinton. This in order to secure shipping lanes and oil. The CIA helped in a coup that put Saddam in power because his government would favor U.S. corporate interests. It was when Saddam tried to nationalize the oil that he became a threat and GHW and GW have had illegal wars there. The CIA put the Shah of Iran in power because his cruel behavior towards his people would insure that U.S. oil interests were served. And the list goes on and on. The U.S. attacked first. They just used economic force and militarized regimes that would keep U.S. corporate interests at heart. You can read a lot about U.S. behavior toward the world at large in Noam Chomsky's book, "Hegemony or Survival."

I've heard that over 95% of the information gathered from torture is useless. This being because most people will tell you whatever it is you want to hear in order to get you to stop hurting them. For example, I've heard of one man tortured at Guantanamo stating that he was Osama Bin Laden's driver. Not only that, he told them he was Osama Bin Laden, he had operations to make himself shorter and to look different.

In my opinion, the caller should be sent to the front lines.

In my opinion, the U.S. has legalized torture because they've been committing the crime for a long time and now they were in threat of being called on it. That means lost elections; loss in corporate cash flow into the 2 party system; that means the threat of prosecution but since when do the ELITE go on trial for their horrific crimes?" The U.S. is committing a crime and decided to make it legal so they wouldn't have to face justice for it. Kind of like they don't have to face justice for the genocide against the Native Americans.

One of the previews before "The United States Vs. John Lennon" was of a movie called "Deliver Us from Evil." It is a documentary of a pedophile Catholic Priest. He is in the movie shown walking around playgrounds talking about how seeing little kiddies in their clothes really turns him on. The trailer talked of the Vatican moving him from town to town as he'd get caught raping child after child after child. The Vatican protected him. Wojtyla and Ratzinger both (the previous two popes) had this information given to them to investigate and stop the crime, but the information was ignored. Afterall, the Vatican makes a FUCK LOTTA MONEY! Bad publicity such as the NUMEROUS pedophile priests in their ranks just won't do. Like the bad publicity for the Jasenovac death camp which the Vatican supported during WWII in Croatia. That's why you rarely or don't hear at all about the pedophile priests or the Jasenovac death camp. Because it may just Fuck with the vast amount of money flowing through the Vatican for their illegal activities world wide. I'm glad to hear that many Roman Catholics are turning their backs on the Vatican, but not on their religion, because of the vast amounts of crimes and inhumanity within the organization.

Just so you hear me nice and clear, Ratzinger, former Nazi Youth...

FUCK YOU!