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WHO RULES: THE ISRAEL LOBBY
OR UNCLE SAM?
The answer
at last! Uri Avnery, former Knesset member, assesses the Lobby's
power. "If the Israeli government wanted a law tomorrow
annulling the 10 Commandments, 95 U.S. Senators (at least) would
sign the bill forthwith." But, yes, in the end the dog wags
the tail.Fifty
years ago Allen Ginsberg's "Howl" blew the cobwebs
out of millions of young minds and drove a stake through the
heart of Eisenhower's America. Lenni Brenner remembers Ginsberg
in the East Village.Dr Mengele died in exile, in disguise. Dr Ishii
died rich and recognized, in his own Tokyo home. Christopher
Reed on Japanese WW2 medical tortures and how the U.S. covered
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Myself in a bar on Charles
Street
Was it The Colonial?
Staggering a blind man comes in
he'd been spotted as a queer
clobbered on the head and robbed.
A casual place
you might even address the stranger
next at the bar
especially if his knee was bumping
against your leg.
You could hear gay chatter.
(I'll never forget
a bar in New York: silent,
their guarded eyes.)
A couple young guys in khakis
step up to me: "Are you gay?"
"Are you a Communist."
This was in the 50s.
They are greatly disappointed.
At the time I could have said Yes
or What's it to you,
and gotten the shit beat out of me.
In the wildest places
police on the take were watching.
Those were the days
some would bring back: bring back
my Bonnie to me,
we love you says the preacher
we don't approve your degeneracy.
Robert Davies is a poet living in Portland, Oregon.
He can be reached at: rjdavies@spiritone.com
A Story of Patriotic Surveillance
By FRANK B. FORD
Of a type we called
an old maid once,
she phones her mother
20 times a week
to check stocks of
DEPENDS, & whatnot.
Her steady, Carl, will
buy them at a warehouse
& deliver. Refuses
the old woman's
money & insists
"My treat!" Suspicious
word to use in this
connection, isn't it?
Your government has
concluded this through
necessary taps & tips.
It sounds so innocent.
But so much does. A lot!
The kicker (in the knickers?)
is the old woman claims
she doesn't need them. So?
What other use? We well
may ask! If she's lying,
satellites can sense
the dampness. Before
you scoff in your superior
way, look around your
Wendy's. Subversives,
blue-haired & other, &
in diapers or no, want
you to believe they
re
merely buying Frosties.
You
ve heard of Fools For Christ?
Well Fools For Bush will save
this nation, like it or not!
Frank Ford surveils in Florida, hopes to name
some names of fishy citizens before they die.
The "DIVINE STRIKE" (OUT)
By HAMMOND GUTHRIE
Surrogate Holy Speak for:
Field testing 700 ton ammonium
nitrate
nuclear tipped "bunker buster" bomb
penetration of hardened targets --
10,000-foot mushroom cloud/shock
waves
agitating radioactive fallout conflicting with
obligations as signatory to the Test Ban Treaty.
Most controversial considering
that all but one
of U.S. nuclear weapons if used as "bunker busters"
would result in massive clouds of radioactive debris.
So little is left of the Promised
Land --
dispersing ill-defined electromagnetic
pulse
vulnerabilities anywhere and everywhere
within the line-of-sight --
spent iodine 131 aluminum nitrate
canisters
will not enhance the demographic horizon,
however "tactical" they might be.
The US has produced around 72,000 weapons
of nuclear mass destruction since their invention,
with roughly 12,000 such weapons in its arsenal
designed to eliminate doubt
about the willingness
of the US to use weapons of mass destruction
by contemplating preemptive nuclear strikes.
Red light/Green light to the
rest of the world
to begin developing their own nuclear arsenals --
wouldn't you?
That clown Kinetic Microcephalous
rocking the cradle of civilization
by nukular degrees
the Ph.D. the better
down
to the letter of the law
erased
even as we seek an answer
to the riddle of what stinx:
why do the dumbest assholes
get the yellowest cake jobs?
No skill to say "yessir" to
The Man (whoever He may be in His
incorporate incorporeal dead carnation)
and telephone commands: "Blow them apart!
Uh...and don't ferget to steal their art"
-- like ordering a pizza -- then blame destiny or religion or
great Caesar's Ghost
as it appeared to Moses and his
seven Chinese goats of many colors
burning like a --
speaking of bush:
I wonder if the twins ever
got trashed got nekkid and got down...
why not? it's "safe sex" (relatively)
and they can do anything they want
and most importantly
it's incest
a family value
strictly adhered to for selling
goodies to baddies
-- Nazis, "Contras," Israelis and such --
it doesn't hurt to dream
only to wake up
mourning in America.
(I know, I know: it's sad
resorting to low humor and bad
puns; but in a world gone mad,
where tyrants have us by the buns,
the only "rebellious" 1st Amendment fun
is hurling words lumpy as rocks
at towers where they option stocks
like those trade centers on 9/11
when They winked
-- as brokers floated, atomized, to heaven --
decried talk of an "inside job"
-- the very notion! -- and set
the wars to never end all wars
in motion.) What a waste of lives
and words. Oh yeah, and "money."
In his latest album, "Living with War," Neil Young
favorably mentions Illinois Senator (D.) Barack Obama. In the
song, "Lookin' for a Leader,"
Mr. Young contemplates America's need for a new leader, singing,
"Yeah, maybe its Obama, but he thinks he's too young."
Here is the reaction from citizens of Mr. Young's "Greendale,
California":
"Look out, Sun Green, there's a white boat coming up the
river,"
bearing big-red bacon, and a smile that'd make a hanging chad
quiver.
It is he, Obama, the money raising Hall of Famer,
designed to make grandma and Joan Rivers shiver,
protect pensions and your fatty liver.
O Sun Green, its Obama, the cinnamon Shaker,
for whom Uncle Shakey commands, "Get out and register!"
Yeah, I can see a white boat coming up the river.
We can needle Cortez the killer, put him to sleep in rusty armor.
We'll tip-off brother Jeb, purchase a buck-skin brassiere,
deplore Nader for '04, watch the telescreen together,
kill a deer, have sex for food & a Boston lager,
and we''ll paint our faces with Braveheart powder.
Yeah, I can see a white boat down yonder!
Put on a sun dress, Sun Green, and bring down a big dinner!
Reckon Barack'll stay at Double E just a little bit longer,
and we will live with war much easier,
with young Obama's pinky finger on the trigger.
CHARLES ORLOSKI lives in Taylor, Pennsylvania
At Ease, Soldier
By TINA LOUISE
Soldier soldier fights for
right
Launches bombs through the night
Takes the lives of terrorists
Takes his orders, doesn't resist
Soldier soldier marches on
Through the ever massing throngs
Of evil doers sent to steal
His perfect democratic deal
Soldier soldier stands for
truth
Sacrifices his treasured youth
Does his bit cause he believes
That without war--there'll be no peace
Soldier soldier settling scores
Loyal, patriotic to his core
Does the bidding of governments
With no personal, evil intent
Soldier soldier weeps again
For the loss of his fellow men
Turns his grief to revenge
Fuels the fight to the bitter end
Soldier soldier mourns the
loss
Of youth and time and other costs
Wonders when the end will be
And if he'll ever see his family
Soldier soldier burdened with
pain
Stays his ground and remains
Till the explosion at his side
Takes him away from his short life
Soldier soldier we mourn for
you
And we mourn the death of truth
The death of honour and bravery
The death of all you were destined to be
Soldier soldier did you ever
know
That the reasons weren,t right to go
That your leaderschose this war
And there was no noble cause
Soldier soldier lost in Iraq
No hero's welcome when you come back
No thanks from the president for your life
Insufficient support for your wife
Soldier soldier we thank you
For doing what you thought you knew
Was the best for us at home
Taking dictators from their thrones
Soldier soldier rest in peace
Soldier soldier stand at ease
Free now from government manipulation
You still have my admiration
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