Sunday Is "For the War" Day

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On Sunday mornings I can't wait for the Repugnican side of all of this shit going on all over El Mundo.

Sunday used to be called "The Day of Our Lard" out in the wilds of Texas. Sunday meant it was time to get up early and be cheery, dress in your "Sunday" best--with the women getting you up and getting you ready for "Church." That's what it was called, "Time to go to church." God, I hated those moments. Sunday morning "messages" delivered by who, even as a kid, I saw as having it pretty easy--you know in terms of money, cars, children, a place to live--preachers got to live the best lives on the backs of the congregations their "messages" are supposed to support and give reason for continuing to "toil" on this earth; in other words, and I often asked my mother this, like how come Christians just don't go in for mass suicide and that way go directly to that wonderful socialist movement in the sky the Christians call "Heaven." My mother always told me that God looked down on suicide. "But, Ma," I say, "wasn't Jesus committing suicide in the Garden of Gethsemane (sic) when he knew the Romans were coming to get his ass to nail him up to the cross." "No, son," mother replied, "that wasn't suicide; that was foreordained." Aha! Foreordained. OK, I was confused. By the way, I never heard any talk of peace in any Christian church I ever attended and I was born during WWII and I remember soldiers, kids in my hometown to learn how to "Kill or be Killed"--therefore they were "killers"--attending the church of my childhood, and I don't remember any prayers for peace, though I do remember prayers that our boys would kick some Kraut and Jap ass--and I remember these drawings that showed a US Army Air Force bomber flying toward Jap Land and, by golly, there was Jesus at the controls--beady eyed Jesus, headin' for heathen Japan to blow, say, 300,000 of those Coke-bottle glasses-wearing Jap bastards! Sorry, my Japanese friends, but I was brought up to hate the Germans, the Italians, and the Japs, in that order. I can remember my mother feeding me prunes--and I hated prunes, but she fed them to me like a small one would be Hiro Hito; a medium size one would be Hitler; and the fat ones were Mussolini. Uncle Joe Stalin, for instance, when I was a kid was an ally. I quit going to "church" when I was 17; that was at the beginning of the VietNam War. The first person to ever say "Peace" to me was a kid I went to high school with who was from New York City and wore a beret and all-black clothes and was reading Howl and On the Road--his father bought a book store from my family so that's how I got to know the dude--and everytime we parted after discussing Kerouac or Randall Jarrell, whomever, this dude would say, "Peace, cat." Only Christian white folks called themselves "brothers and sisters."

Seems I remember vaguely singing "Jesus loves the little children/all the children of the world/red and yellow, black and white/they are precious in his sight/Jesus loves the little children of the world." We've modified that now to sing, "Jesus loves the little children as long as they aren't wearing towels on their heads, then Jesus shoots them."

Since the time I was able to think, it was obvious to me this was a PURE white man's world--I reached this conclusion early, when I was two and living in Enid, Oklahoma, the capital of the Cherokee Strip, where white folks raced to steal vast Native American lands rich in wheat-growing soils and underneath all that wheatland a vast pool of oil and gas that ran all over the north central Oklahoma and came down the zippy middle of Oklahoma (there was an oil well on the Oklahoma capitol building grounds) to flare to a stop down around the Okie crotch area of Lawton, Ada, Ardmore, and across the Red River at the top of Texas at Wichita Falls ("Whiskey-tah Falls" it was called when I was a kid because it wasn't a "dry" town like all the other Texas cities in the area) Henrietta and Burkburnett (where the 30s film Boomtown was made--the story of how all that oil was stolen from the Native Americans by--WHO?, well, Standard Oil goons, that's who; representing John Demon Rockefeller and his greedy sons, going under the name of SOHIO--Standard Oil of Ohio; or Socony-Mobil--Standard Oil of New York, on and on, just look up your Standard Oil acronyms and that's who stole all that Okie oil and land from the Native Americans who'd been forced marched to Oklahoma Indian Territory by the kindly old reprobate Andy "I loves me some daughter" Jackson, the Tennessee high-class hillbilly who left his Heritage on Nashville, Yeehaw, Tennessee).

All this to say the White Man rules this country no matter the diversity of peoples who have immigrated and invested here since 1776. The White Man has kept his rule of this country by way of controlling the wealth and the politics of this country. Since the beginning of political time in this country, starting back when the first white man hit these shores in the 1600, life has been very hard and weirdly horrible for anyone who is not a PURE white male--I mean, come on, that's how you measure success in this country, by getting as close to being a PURE white male as you can get. Check out white women! They are totally controlled by the PURE white husbands and brothers and "love me" daddies and things. When a PURE white woman takes control of a business or becomes political, she becomes exactly like a PURE white man.

And I can assure you, the PURE white man is not going to give up HIS hold on this country's wealth and politics. This is the fight going on right now. This is the ultimate goal of Georgie Porgie Bushy Boy and his Old Pappy's New World Order (how come everybody ignores Pappy Bush's New World Order speeches and his Thousand Points of Light crap--remember "Read my lips?" And maybe that was a clue as to how to interpret his worthless son, by reading his lips, except he has narrow lips, wimp lips, lips that are hard to read except that of them you can read, you know if you ain't a PURE white man, you're in trouble.

I'm very surprised Georgie Porgie hasn't revealed his plans to send Black Americans back to Africa like the president Bush Baby is now comparing himself to, and I kid you not, the old Rail Splitter himself, Honest Abe "Send the Negroes Back to Africa" Lincoln tried to do. I mean, we tend to overlook the fact that Lincoln's wife's father was the largest slave trader in that part of the world (Illinois, Kentucky)! I assume Bush Baby and his Pappy Brigades will offer Barrack Obama the first one-way ticket back to his homeland. You see, Obama's the dichty kind of black person that PURE white males have always warned white Amuricans about (remember Emmett Till)--the "Give 'em an inch and they'll take a damn mile"-type blacks that all PURE white males are scared to death of because of the legend that floats among PURE white males that big blacks like Obama have 12-inch-long-or-longer championship penises, which, as the PURE white males also know, all white women, who PURE white males can't trust because of their mother hangups--most PURE white males are mamma's boys, dream nightly of being sexually sent to the Disney World of penises by being seduced or maybe even "fantasy forced" by a black man. Not a PURE black man now; did you hear me? 'Cause you see, under the PURE white male Constitution of this country, black men ain't human, they're savages--OK, OK, you're right, the PURE white males gave them 1/4 human worth, right? A 1/4 man. Wow. They checked noses in Nazi Germany; we'll check penises in this great land that is turning more and more Fascist with every passing moment. That's why I keep saying Bush Baby, our phony president, will never give up his rule; he will declare himself our PURE white male chancellor for life. His picture will soon be gonfaloning down from all our PURE white Federal office buildings, especially the PURE White House, that symbol of the PURE white males's absolute rule. The Lincoln Memorial, by the bye, is made out of PURE white marble. So's the Washington Monument and Old Tom "Red" Jefferson's Memorial. Papa George Washington's Mount Vernon home, that big plantation house on the Potomac, was PURE white, except for George's slaves--they lived in "slave" cabins, which are never white--always "cullered."

From wood s lot via l hat
Here's a kind of frightening bit of truthful observation by a college teacher:
Killers in the Classroom

By Dr. June Scorza Terpstra

02/15/07 "ICH " -- -- During a heated debate in a class I teach on social justice, several US Marines who had done tours in Iraq told me that they had "sacrificed" by “serving” in Iraq so that I could enjoy the freedom to teach in the USA. Parroting their master’s slogan about “fighting over there so we don’t have to fight over here”, these students proudly proclaimed that they terrorized and killed defenseless Iraqis. They intimated that their Arab victims are nothing more to them than collateral damage, incidental to their receipt of some money and an education.

A room full of students listened as a US Marine told of the invasion of Baghdad and Falluja and how he killed innocent Iraqis at a check point. He called them “collateral damage” and said he had followed the “rules”. A Muslim-American student in front of him said “I could slap you but then you would kill me”. A young female Muslim student gasped “I am a freshman; I never thought to hear of this in a class. I feel sick, like I will pass out.”

I knew in that moment that this was what the future of teaching about justice would include: teaching war criminals who sit glaring at me with hatred for daring to speak the truth of their atrocities and who, if paid to, would disappear, torture and kill me. I wondered that night how long I really have in this so called “free” country to teach my students and to be with my children and grandchildren.

The American military and mercenary soldiers who “sacrificed” their lives did not do so for the teacher’s freedom to teach the truth about the so-called war on terror, or any of US history for that matter. They sacrificed their lives, limbs and sanity for money, some education and the thrills of the violence for which they are socially bred. Sacrificing for the “bling and booty” in Iraq or Afghanistan, The Philippines, Grenada, Central America, Mexico, Somalia, Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan, or any of the other numerous wars and invasions spanning US history as an entity and beginning with their foundational practice of killing the Indians and stealing their land.

Many of the classes that I teach now include students who “served” in the US military and security corporations. There are also many students who intend to join the US military upon completion of a degree because with the degree they get a bigger “sign on” bonus of ten to fifty thousand dollars. Their position is supported by many of the student body, who, vegetating according to the American Plan, believe they should “support their troops”. The excuses that they give for joining or intending to join the US military terrorist training camps are first and foremost motivated by a desire for money. One student proudly said that he is willing to kill for money, a better standard of living and an education. Another student, who had done two tours of duty to the Empire in Iraq, justified killing and torture, citing the importance of staying on top as the world’s number one super power so that his family could have the highest standard of living and unlimited access to the world’s oil supplies. http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article17074.htm

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