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August 07, 2007
Latest Email From TNR
Oh, not a real email. Just their promotional stuff.
Lead story?
Fantasy Land
by Jane Espenson
Harry Potter and the secret to selling sci-fi. web only
I guess they'd be the ones to know.
What a Coinkidink: Now Scott Thomas is asking me to link his "International Soldier of Mystery" blog, too.
I’m just taking a break in between episodes of saving my comrades’ lives to do a little poetry. Sure hope you guys all like it; it helps me get out the frustration I feel. It’s tough to want the war to end and for amerika to go home in shame when you’re part of the imperial killing machine yourself. I can’t help it, I think they’ve drugged me again…, but it’s so much fun to kill. Reminds me of ‘Nam–sometimes when I’m busy killin’ I just visualize Charlie instead of these retarded ragheads, you know? VC Charlie, a worthy adversary. The man in the black pajamas. Oh yeah.
slog slog slog
that’s what they call this
thanks rummy
rape pillage
kill the towelheads
got seven more
today, death
blood, guts, all in fun
i want more
they’re jealous
fuckin’ chickenhawks
keyboards weep
ace of gays
barbed cock of satan
no poet
end this war
ends justify means
i’ll do it
slog slog slog
bush, the terrorist
killed casey
truth to power
jesse told the truth
neocons cry’d
resistance
freedom fighters all
al-quedon’t
watch king george
supreme dictator
no one votes
That last one is about B*sh, because you know he’s going to refuse to transfer power after the “election” (which will be rigged anyway). He can’t turn over the empire to anyone else because then they’ll find out The Truth–it was Rumsfeld who killed Pat Tillman because Tillman was like me, a progressive. I’m sure my daze are numbered too, I’ve gotta watch my back with all these neocon rethug B*sh-slaves around me. If I make it out of the Army alive, I’m totally gonna write a book about this Big Lie. You wouldn’t believe the things I know, but I’m gagged from telling everything. Just wait.