Merry Veterans Day 2011!
From all of us – to all of you – Merry Veterans Day everybody!
Unless of course you disagree with we the veterans – who’ve been there and done that. In that case, hey guess what? There are only 13 shopping days to go until…most of us further forget about what we did to the Iraqis.
I guess we all served for the 1 %.
Now that you mention it, I think the MOS on my DD-214 when held upside down and to a mirror – did spell…complicit.
Time for this years Veterans Day haiku.
Standing Upon the Gere
While walking in the Fukushima sunshine this fine day, it occurred to me that walking in the Hanford rain, probably felt similar to catching a salmon…just to the right of Grand Coulee Dam.
Irreversible climate change only comes along like, oh I don’t know, maybe once per Earth or so?
Someone should probably do something. Maybe throw a body upon the gears and what not?
But being that I’m a proud Homelandian, all that I could muster was to stand upon the spot where Richard Gere – along with the last Seattle PI – once did sit-ups for God, country and Louis Gossett Jr.
With all apologies to Mario Savio
we always seem to get the wrong gear
which pretty much leaves us with
nowhere else to go.
If You See Something – Say Something
“I’m a warrior for the middle class” – Barack Obama
Something.
The Joe Paterno Pose
From about 2000 and three, right up to November of 2000 and eight, many of we the Patriot Acted were in the streets; demanding impeachment, demanding prosecution and demanding justice for all – because the war criminals at the time were Republicans.
It’s 2000 and eleven. Other than the Occupy movement – we get what we ignore.
The Patriot Acted are restlessly paralyzed.
Joe Paterno has shown himself to be a tiny man, with the moral fabric of those he rules over.
Sounds familiar.
Never ask a Teabanger its opinion on anything other than french fries, or the color of Obama’s skin. Never ask a peace-loving Democrat its opinion on anything other than the crimes of the Bush.
The answers will be identical
identical the answers will be. 
The Homeland is not made of milk and honey – sunshine and Skittles. Unless you’ve been stroked by a lobbyist.
Poverty in the Homeland knows no political party. It also wants us to find Matt Lauer – because millions of us make less than 5,000 useless dollars per year. Unfortunately for most of us, we still get to vote on corporate backed initiatives – and we never get stroked by a lobbyist. Unless by lobbyist you mean, Homeland Security, or a pissed off cop with a Paterno Pose issue.
Where? Where indeed is Matt Lauer?
Iran!
Iran is like Iraq. Which means we’re to believe that we’re not – the most propagandized and pretend freedom loving nation…since J. Edgar Hoover grabbed the goodies of anyone that got near him.
The Joe Paterno pose should cause a few of us to think about the last 10 to 200 years worth of the BushBama American Dream.
But it wont.
And we wont.
Fukushima still burns.
The NFL vs. Team Homeland Dementia
This just in on the Vigilant wire…Moise Fokou’s machine gun celebration – can’t be legal.
In a semi-decent world – this would also mean that the Patriot Act and the blowing up of brown-skinned children via Obama’s drones…also, maybe possibly – might be frowned upon.
But it’s not, it never will be and torture is only torture – when John Yoo says it is.
Well okay then – and a big Moise Fokou to Yoo too.
Drone Sausage, Apply Liberally
If it’s one thing of about 27 things that I hate more than the other 32 things that I don’t — it’s old conservative Democrats, chastising the occupy movement for…inconveniencing shoppers.
Let’s meet Joel Connelly.
Joel is a long time fixture of the ‘all things conservative democrat movement’; who also writes a paper-free column for the Seattle PI. Today, Joel is taking on the “crazies”, who he believes are occupying the Occupy Wall Street movement of humans – who are actually doing something besides receiving MoveOn.org emails.
Or ranting on Democratic Underground.
Or voting for Norm Dicks.
Norm fearing the Pink
Change – came to us in the form of just another contract for Lockheed Martin. Journalism – died long ago, when Jimmy Carter was Ollie North’d, but probably closer to when Edgar the Hoover, was Ollie Northing some young FBI man.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Joel is well versed in dealing with the Teabagging elite and their Reaganesque commentary of earth ending idiotocracy. Joel is less than well versed, when dealing with Democratic Presidents who have taken the policies of the Bush – to a whole nother level of high crimes, and worse than Clinton misdemeanors.
Wall, Lockheed and Boeing’s streets – have all profited more so under Obama, than when they were poking around in the Bush.
The world wars on everything have increased in length, girth and profit margin stamina…and still the Teabangers and their confused, conservatively progressive Democratic buddies, are dissatisfied with the black man’s performance.
It has got to be the air we breathe, or the tainted Hanford-infused wine we drink.
Don’t fear the Pink Joel, but do fear the Dicks.
Vodpod videos no longer available.Time Shifted – Hope Faded
According the clock on the wall at any Lockheed Martin location near all of us…we’re an hour off from where we were yesterday.
Or something.
Guess that’s why they’re who they are.
They know what time it is.
And we haven’t a fucking clue.
All fornicating ideas aside – remember when all of your gun stroking relatives were certain, nay, downright frothy at the mouth!…that Clinton was going to disarm us all and possibly pay off some debt? It’s ok, they don’t either.
Now that hope has faded away into the dark, stinky recesses and shit stained walls of Guantanamo — the FBI will soon be rolling out its next awesome generation of its most awesomeness Facial Recognition technology ever! – dude.
It’s being brought to us by the timekeepers at Lockheed Martin…and those relatives of yours, who are still unable to tell their weapon – from their gun – from their Patriot Act.
Happy 1984 hour differential from yesterday everybody!
The Vigilant Lens 