Quit Smiling News Anchor

In this day and age the stories are serious, and only becoming more so with every passing news cycle. The reaper has run wild, our population has exploded, all the while, the Earth has proven time and again she has not given us her best shot. There are wars everywhere. Famine rules like it never has. One with a creative mind could certainly imagine that the Four Horsemen have come to take their ride. These things being said, why is it that every news person you see on television is sporting a big shinning grin? Quit smiling so much you assholes! Stop it. Prove that there is a human soul in there and look sober and perplexed like the rest of us please. News and entertainment are not the same things. The news does not need big shining grins, the news needs only truth. Entertainment is a collection of bright shinning grins that do not need the truth. Somehow, this great nation has chosen entertainment over truth and there can be little doubt that we are all going to pay a horrible price for our big stupid grins. Kind of makes you wish for a huge honking asteroid that would inevitably make the big bright smiles disappear into the dusty void.

"On the Day of My Birth"

I was born on the night of a cold winter day
Into the shadows, into the fray
A fool was the vessel who brought me to life
Into this flesh with its decay and its strife
My father a turd with a whole bunch of spunk
On the day of my birth he was sure to stay drunk
I wanted no part and held on for days
Mother praying for death in a weird sad malayaise
Oh what a joy while laying in bed
Here was her baby with a mishapen head
I wouldn't come out so they grabed me with steel
From my very first breath I was aware of the deal
My zucchini head and uneasy soul
Away with these assholes I knew I would roll

Three Empty Words

The way the United States Government is describing the newest initiative in ending the War in Afghanistan is "fight, talk, build." We have been fighting there now for over ten years. We have been talking there now for over ten years. We have been building there now for over ten years. Fight, talk, build? More empty words about an empty policy involving an empty war. Afghanistan is Afghanistan, the place will always be what it is. The Taliban are the Taliban and they'll always be who they are. The people of Afghanistan have always been responsible for the people of Afghanistan. Foreign peoples have rarely fared well while putting up their tents on Afghani soil. The three words the United States needs to be using concerning our involvement in Afghanistan are pack, up, and leave. It ain't about Osama anymore, hell, it hasn't been about Osama for a very long time now. It actually may be about the Taliban, but we've resorted to talks with those assholes, and that is just sickening. If you are going to fight a collection of people with the beliefs that are inherent to the Taliban, you fight, kill, destroy; those are the words you use to describe the only approach that will work with them. They believe they are man enough to enforce the Laws of God, so it is, that you must send them to Him before they learn the folly of their ways. Fuck talking to the Taliban, and fuck any human being who would want to be governed by them. Please United States of America leave that place be, and quit using, accepting, and not caring about words like fight, talk, and build. Know who you're fighting, understand the words you speak, and start building hope, some kind of hope... please.

One Sad Happiness

I am fortunate by the grace of my Father to have lived long enough to hear the news that the United States would be withdrawing military forces from Iraq. I remember March 2003 like it was yesterday and I can still feel the sense of unease that saturated my being then. There was just something wrong about it. Something just did not make sense. I knew when I heard the Bush administration claim to be hunting Al Qaeda there, that they were simply putting on a show, wagging the dog with real American blood. Al Qaeda had nothing to do with Hussein, they hated each other kind of like Iran and Hussein hated each other. It all fell down to weapons of mass destruction, and we all found out how that worked out. We started a war out of lies, and hubris, and stupidity and we allowed ourselves to remain involved in that war for over eight years. Now we bitch, and moan, and fret about the state of our economy. Up to this very day not one single sorry, sack politician has been held accountable for the mistruths and deceit involved with the War in Iraq. That fact does not speak well towards the state of our nation. President Barrack Obama said he was going to end our presence there, and it seems he has stood by his word. It took too long, but this will be a good Christmas for a lot of weary warriors who've been far from home for far too long. Of all the geo political news of the last ten years this news made me feel the best. I am glad that we are leaving that place, for we never belonged there. Ultimately, however, any feelings of satisfaction about our leaving shall fade into the nothing when I remember the price we paid while being there. So many of our best, most put together, well rounded citizens, having the dash board of their vehicles enter their chests and exit into the sky. Our most faithful servants and we cast them to the wolves who were waiting with sniper rifles and IEDs. For what? Freedom for the Iraqi people? Very few things are free in a war zone. A buffer against Iran? Well, that certainly is gone. Did we do it to stabilize the region? Oh, hello Turkey how is your Kurdish issue going? Oil? You damn right, oil. In the end, the War in Iraq was a war waged for greed, and those who wage such wars have always paid a terrible price. I hope to the authorities in the Heavens that our bad economy is the worst we are going to get, but then I remember the floods, and tornadoes, and hurricanes, and fires, and droughts, and on and on, and I realize, we pay a price for our misdeeds that most of us do not realize we are paying. Maybe by doing the right thing and leaving Iraq to the Iraqi people we might find favor with our Creator and things might start turning around for us. Just maybe those Iraqis will honor their dead by building a peaceful society. If that were to happen, the sands that are soaked with American blood will have nourished hope in a place where there was none, and ultimately, that is why our service members give their lives. Thank you Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines for doing your duty and doing a damn fine job. I will never agree with the war you were forced to fight, but I will always believe in the Spirit that drives you to be who you are, thank you. May God have mercy on all parties involved.

Rich Preachers

There are a lot of men and women in the United States who preach in the name of Jesus Christ while living opulent lives with gigantic bank accounts. People standing on pulpits in the grandest halls telling the grandest stories, all the while, lavished and pampered beyond all reason. Look at their clothes, and look at their jewelry, and it is easy to spot that they are wolves dressed as wolves. And the sheep take their places in the stands of pews and gobble up what the wolves would have them eat. Rich men or women have no business teaching the lessons of Christ the Lord. This life is their god and their god has blessed them richly, but their god is a burning fire that can never be quenched, never be extinguished, not by humans anyhow. Christ warned of them, He told us to beware of those who after Him would bare false witness. I tell you the truth, I would rather speak to a homeless person on matters of God than any rich preacher on earth. Those who have become rich and comfortable here on earth while so many suffer and struggle, should not be the leaders of revealing the truth. Their lifestyles are a beam in their own eye, so how will they remove the speck from their congregation's eyes? It certainly is troubling that so many souls flock to them for their hope in faith. They seek a rich man's guide to entering the heavens, but there is no such guide. Our Father spoke of no such way. Rich, and lost, and preaching the way, away from them, most should stay.

Coming To Get Ya

Most every aspect of this nation I love has gotten under my skin at some point in the last decade. I will give us this though, if you threaten, or attack, or hope to attack us, we will make you pay. Saddam Hussein, died badly, his sons ate a TOW missile. The prince of Al Qeada in Iraq, kerr plowwww. Osama, well, he had just enough time to think what he'd done while the SEALS climbed those stairs. Gaddafi died very badly while surrounded by vengeance and wrath. I'm just naming the top guys here and how they were reaped, their subordinates number in the thousands and their fleshly fates have been the same or worse than the above named. I do not condone violence. I do not enjoy the thought of violence. I think that the United States is too violent in almost every respect of the word, but I will admit, in a violent world, this nation is the best at being violent. We do violence in a kind well intentioned manner where if we kill an innocent family at their dinner table with a two thousand pound bomb we say we're sorry. We certainly do have it down to a sweet science and if you fuck with us we use our collective knowledge to find a way to leave you in pieces of fine vapor. So here's to all of you who would seek to do harm to Americans, we will find you, and we will show the reaper where you are. It is puzzling, we can take people out like never before, but we still can't win a war.

The Numbers

"Love thine enemy." "If you should be struck upon one cheek, turn and offer the other." "Do here what I have done for you." Jesus Christ of Nazareth. The majority of the American population would confess with their lips that Jesus is their Lord and Savior. It just does not add up. When the numbers are added, or subtracted, or divided, or multiplied, they simply do not make sense. What is the number of homeless? What is the number of hungry? How many go uneducated? How many get murdered, or raped, or robbed, or worse? What is the number of our wars? How many will die tonight by their own hand? It would be easy to go on and on, but even I have my limits when it comes to my ability to digest the numbers and stay sane. Christ, the Teacher of Man and God Incarnate, broke it down quite clear for us. He made the math very simple with the power of His words. We have dishonored Him greatly with the numbers we have compiled and continue compiling. Our Teacher has taught us and we are failing. Every hungry child leaves a mark. Every battered woman shall be counted. Every persecuted soul shall be duly noted. Every bullet fired in anger will have a description of it read in Heaven. All great nations since the beginning of great nations have called themselves great because of high numbers. We are the same, and our numbers are preparing us for destruction. Too many working for man, and far too few working for our Father; may God have mercy on us that we could turn it around.

A Real Sad Picture

Rarely do pictures take my breath away, but the photo out of Zannesville, Ohio is one of the saddest I have ever seen in modern times. I know that they are only animals, but the picture reminded me of photos from places like Antietam Creek, Tarawa Atoll, and Omaha Beach; a slaughter, it is a picture of a slaughter. It is really hard to know how to feel about this. Not a real good post card picture for the folks back home, that is for certain. Ohio obviously needs to get some shit strait about big exotic animals and the ownership thereof. It is really hard to know whether to give the deputies who shot them a pat on the back or a kick in the ass? Whatever the case may be, that is one terrible picture of those beautiful animals lying there dead.

Strange Sorrow

It is visible in the video from Libya that Gaddafi was badly injured, but very much alive in the custody of Libyan rebel forces. As it goes for many men like him, in the end, Gaddafi looked pitiful and broken. Gaddafi was a mean, greedy, power drunk, fool who created his own end by creating darkness. That being said, a pitiful, dazed, man bleeding, what was he then? I suppose one could look at it as after all the years and years of power and prestige, he finally reached the level of those whose blood stain his soul. Weak and powerless, dazed and confused, and then the reaper comes to collect the toll, yep, Gaddafi finally reached the level of his victims, but that is where the story is supposed to be different. Justice, fairness, equality, and freedom are the examples the Libyan rebels strive for correct? What does a summary execution symbolize? It is a symbol of revenge more than anything, it always has been before the times of Troy. There will surely be millions cellebrating in these coming days, it can only be hoped that at some point everyone looks at a picture of a dying Gaddafi and is able to feel sorry for him. Only then, will we be able to be better for coming generations. Whether he bled out or not, it would have been nice to see him stand trial here on earth; that would have been the ultimate example of the rebels being a good example to the rest of the world. May the Authoriites in the Heavens have great mercy on the people of Libya, for they have done that which seemed impossible to do. They sent their ruthless leader to the ultimate judgement, and now only his ghost can trouble them on earth. May they create a world that is far better than the world Gaddafi created.

Cheers and Applauds

Who cheers the thought of an American with no healthcare? Who hoots, and hollars, and celebrates the destruction of our environment? Who applauds the idea of human beings being fried to death by an electric fence? What kind of people boo an American Soldier in Iraq for asking a tough question about our bigotry? Who?... As usual it would be a bunch of fucking republicans, that's who. It is as if there is no peek level to the level in which they suck. Every time I think they have reached their earthly limit, they open their mouths and send their optimum dumbass level soaring into the suckosphere. These debate crowds are proof positive that there are way too many assholes calling this place home. They are the same assholes who cheered, and applauded, and revered George W. Bush as stupidity dribbled from his lips. They are still cheering. How in the fuck could anyone still be cheering? How could they continue to tow the same line? How have their eyes not been opened? Sick Americans with no access to healthcare are going to die horrible deaths...cheers and applauds for more of the same. Clean water, air, and soil are our responsibilities under God, so do away with the EPA... cheers and applauds. People seeking freedom and opportunity, hell, fry 'em with a few amps... cheers and applauds. A gay Soldier asking a question about the liberty and pursuit of happiness of gay people... booo, booo. Goes to show, a bunch of turd burglers loving the war they created and hating the individuals they sent to fight it... fuck you assholes. It was 2004 when I found out there were way too many of you hard hearted chili slingers around here. It is now 2011 and there is no doubt that you turds keep breeding and your cheers and applauds bring hell to earth... Poop.

"How Do We Stand?"

We the people of this nation so grand,
where are our voices with the struggles at hand?
Our freedom is lost in a jungle of debt;
how did we get here, how'd we forget?
We once were explorers, and seekers of new;
what we've become, well, God only knew.
Greedy and mean and dumb to the core,
these are the voices, the voices that roar.
We tea party this and occupy that,
all adding up to shit in a hat.
The rich want their wealth and the poor want their food,
upon all of us the devil has pooed.
Whatever was good of the American dream,
seems to have lifted and parted like steam.
We the people of this nation so grand,
what are we now, and how do we stand?

"A Good Kid With Hope"

He minded his manners and did what was told
A good kid with hope, to never grow old
All through the day and into the night
Living and learning with all of his might
He excelled in all things and many were proud
Grace falling on him like rain from a cloud
So he goes and stands tall, while giving his oath
A new sense of purpose, a new sense of growth
Wise ones amongst him gave it great pause
They knew the terror, the damage it caused
The vigor of youth winning the day
Good women kneeling, kneeling to pray
Many days past and a decade or two
Looking back now, those good ladies knew
A good kid with hope, to ever grow old
Now walked through darkness and dipped in the cold
War fighters kill by the means of their trade
A business of killing to live and get paid
Oh what a monster awoke in that kid
Oh at the things, the things that he did
So far away from the way he was raised
So far away from the ladies he praised
What mercy by God a new chance in life
A good kid with hope through the struggle and strife

Fuck You Cain

I'm a middle aged white man who was born in the South, and I know about bigotry, and racism, and discrimination. I understand the plight of black men and women because of such human ideas. I have lost everything in my life at one point or another and I know the burning sting of being a bottom ring on the chain of life. That being said, fuck you Herman Cain, you are a sellout. It is not hard at all for me to come to terms with affluent, or hard headed white people being a part of this tea party abomination, but you sir are a black man, and I find that incredibly hard to understand. All across the board black Americans have it as hard as they ever have since the days of wearing chains, and you use your position to advance a party that could give a rat's gnarly ass about their plight. I read about people like you in a book titled "The Invisible Man" by Ralph Ellis. I watched you flap your gums and utter 'blame yourself if you don't have it good' and with that I say fuck you, you sorry asshole. I guess in your sight the people of southern Louisiana, southern Mississippi, or Alabama need to blame themselves for a fucking massive hurricane or fucking massive oil spill; you sorry prick. How bout the people who had the sky come down and eat every earthly possession they have ever known? Do they need to blame themselves for low pressure convergence systems colliding over their homes? Fuck you you blow hard, sellout, turd burglar. And I guess black people need to blame themselves for their station in life and the hurdles they face?... You really are an asshole. Black people have always had it rough in this country, and it is a damn shame they'll have it a lot rougher if your dumb ass somehow grabs hold of power...poop.

"Tea Party Poem"

Constructed by hacks and supported by fools
Hiding behind them, demon hounds drool
They come with a message, of faith, and of truth
Hard hearts are what drive them, to the Light, they're aloof
They'll fight tooth and nail to protect earthly wealth
And give not a damn for an old lady's health
Give to rich folks and they'll sort it all out
For those who have grace have money to taught
So very far from the knowledge of Light
Makes perfect sense they call themselves "right"
Fake empty words and a bright shining grin
Wolves dressed as wolves, and we let them right in
America, young lady, far younger than Rome
Raise up your voice, and make them go home
Their message is toxic and diseased to the core
No help for the weary, while with riches galore
Tea Party, tea party, please go away
Your logic is flawed and you'll lead us astray

Land of the What? Home of the who?

The authorities of the Heavens have lifted the nation of the United States to the top of civilizations before or since upon the face of the Earth. What have we done with our grace? How have we honored our God? No peoples of any empire through the known records of man's time on Earth have had it so good or so bad at the very same time. So many Americans have it so good, and yet, all around them are Americans who have it so bad. When the Moon looks down on America at night, it sees a people who dishonor its Maker by existing in the manner that we do. The Moon itself takes better care of its rocks and dust than we do of our poor and disadvantaged. A nation under grace that curses itself more and more with every passing sunrise. Every old person who rots in a resting home marks us. Every homeless person with the sky as their roof makes us known. Every child who goes without an education prepares us for what is to come. Every murder, rape, assault, and all other manners of wickedness reveal how we cherish our Father and what we have been given. We gripe, and moan, and fight over our earthly debt, while all the while, neglecting to address our Spiritual debt. Our Father did not say become rich. The Teacher never once spoke enlightening words about how to achieve fame and power on this earth. He said love each other. He said take care of each other. Our Lord commanded us to do as He had done un to us, and yet here we are doing what the devil would have us do. We horde our wealth. We are transfixed with fame and notoriety. Our sexual exploits could make a Roman blush. We are war makers of the finest sort. We have not done and are presently not doing what our Lord did for us, and so we shall pay. Land of the free? Poverty is not freedom. Home of the brave? Peace makers show bravery, war mongers show fear. My Father saw fit that I be born a citizen of the United States of America; I will always thank Him for that. I am fully aware that if I were a citizen of another country writing these words of decent, I could simply be killed and tossed away for writing them. When I die I will die an American, I hope when that day comes I have more hope in my people than I do today. May God have mercy upon us.