Casualties of war; as I approach the barricade
Where's the enemy? Who do I invade?
Bullets of Teflon, bulletproof vest rip
Tear ya outta ya frame with a bag full of clips
Cause I got a family that waits for my return
To get back home is my main concern
I'ma get back to New York in one piece
but I'm bent in the sand that is hot as the city streets
Sky lights up like fireworks blind me
Bullets, whistlin over my head remind me...
President Bush said attack
Flashback to Nam, I might not make it back
Missile hits the area, screams wake me up
from a war of dreams, heat up the M-16
Basic training, trained for torture
Take no prisoners, and I just caught ya
Addicted to murder, send more bodybags
They can't identify em, leave the nametags
I get a rush when I see blood, dead bodies on the floor

Day divides the night and night divides the day
It's all hard work and no play
More than combat, it's far beyond that
Cause I got a kill or be killed kind of attack
Area's mapped out, there'll be no, Stratego
Me and my platoon make a boom wherever we go
But what are we here for? Who's on the other side of the wall?
Somebody give the President a call
But I hear warfare scream through the air
Back to the battlegrounds, it's war they declare
A Desert Storm: let's see who reigns supreme
Something like Monopoly: a government scheme
Go to the Army, be all you can be
Another dead soldier? Hell no, not me
So I start letting off ammunition in every direction
Allah is my only protection

But wait a minute, Saddam Hussein prays the same
and this is Asia, from where I came
I'm on the wrong side, so change the target
Shooting at the general; and where's the sergeant?
Blame it on John Hardy Hawkins for bringing me to America
Now it's mass hysteria
I get a rush when I see blood, dead bodies on the floor

The war is over, for now at least
Just because they lost it don't mean it's peace
It's a long way home, it's a lot to think about
Whole generation, left in doubt
Innocent families killed in the midst
It'll be more dead people after this
So I'm glad to be alive and walkin
Half of my platoon came home in coffins
Except the general, buried in the Storm
in bits and pieces no need to look for em
I played it slick and got away with it
Rigged it up so they would think they did it
Now I'm home on reserves and you can bet
when THEY call, I'm going AWOL
Cause it ain't no way I'm going back to war
when I don't know who or what I'm fighting for
So I wait for terrorists to attack
Every time a truck backfires I fire back
I look for shelter when a plane is over me
Remember Pearl Harbor? New York could be over, G
Kamikaze, strapped with bombs
No peace in the East, they want revenge for Saddam
Did I hear gunshots, or thunder?
No time to wonder, somebody's going under
Put on my fatigues and my camoflouge
Take control, cause I'm in charge
When I snapped out of it, it was blood, dead bodies on the floor

Remember, only conservatives steal elections.

Liberals encouraging illegal aliens and dead people to vote doesn't count.

There may be some validity to the argument that the cell phone is a necessity...

One answer to your query is: this cell phone "program" won't piss a single statist off. How could it when they're trying to regulate 20% of the American economy (health care) under the guise of covering "50 million" uninsured, which can be called nothing less than an outright lie (the number is more like 16 million).

What statists support is NOT charity, it's legalized theft from one group that earned their money honestly and giving it with no strings attached (except perhaps a vote or two--dead people welcome!) to parasitic fuckups.

Now before we hear from any indignant Obamadrones, it's important to note that there are, of course, many truly needy folks trying to do better. The statists know this too, and do an expert job of blending their voting base of parasitic fuckups in with the truly needy. It's a little power game for them.

I am indeed "just quibbling" over when a fetus becomes a person. A fetus under a certain stage of development is not a person. This is why an abortion is "preferable" to outright murder of the baby after it is born.

I fully agree that an 8 month abortion is generally a bad thing, and such a thing should not be done just because the mother wants it. But if there are justifiable reasons to do it, such as the mother would die, or the baby is malformed etc. then I have no problem with it being done. I really don't want to be a part of it myself, but I think that people should have the option available to them. Usually these things ought to be figured out early in the pregnancy, which would make this entire case moot, but some times it's not.


>> ^nadabu:
>> ^gwiz665:
Late term abortions are not doe frivolously, only if there are big health risks involved to the mother. And the argument from "being able to live" is not a strong one - we can keep brain dead people alive indefinitely, but they still have to be kept alive - same thing with babies, they cannot in any shape or form take care of themselves. I would rather a baby/fetus was aborted at 3 months, than dumped in an alley to freeze to death, for instance. If people has made the choice, they should be able to exercise that choice easily, quickly and safely.
There's not a choice to get an abortion in the last period - if a mother says "i want an abortion" in the eigth month, she won't get it. In those cases there has to be serious reasons.

You compare "being able to live" babies with "brain dead people". Did you miss my comments about brain function? Brain dead people are arguably dead. 5 month preemies are not arguably dead unless care is withheld. Don't confuse yourself.
And no, i'd rather the baby be born and left in the alley where there's a chance that it will be found (however slight) and a chance the mother will be jailed and kept from further reproduction. Do you really think the risk of terrible death is justification for killing a person? Or are you just quibbling over the development stage at which a fetus becomes a person? If the latter, stick to that. Again, don't confuse yourself; you're certainly not gonna confuse me with illogic like that.
And yeah, those "serious reasons" you talk about are the exceptions i spoke about. Did you miss that whole "exceptions" vs "general rule" part? It's kind of important. Oh, and there is still a choice even in such dire situations. No one is going to force a mother who might die without an abortion to get the abortion. Some moms would risk it. Trust me, i know some who would. Personally, if i were a woman in that situation, i think i'd risk it. But that'd be my personal philosphy and choice to risk my life for my kid. We'd be cruel and stupid to punish mothers who chose to save their own life in that situation. Of course, the reality is that such situations are exceedingly rare given modern medicine. A C-section is usually a totally viable option to get the kid out with a chance and save the mom as well. Such rarities need latitude in the law, but are really not worth the time arguing about.

>> ^gwiz665:
Late term abortions are not doe frivolously, only if there are big health risks involved to the mother. And the argument from "being able to live" is not a strong one - we can keep brain dead people alive indefinitely, but they still have to be kept alive - same thing with babies, they cannot in any shape or form take care of themselves. I would rather a baby/fetus was aborted at 3 months, than dumped in an alley to freeze to death, for instance. If people has made the choice, they should be able to exercise that choice easily, quickly and safely.
There's not a choice to get an abortion in the last period - if a mother says "i want an abortion" in the eigth month, she won't get it. In those cases there has to be serious reasons.


You compare "being able to live" babies with "brain dead people". Did you miss my comments about brain function? Brain dead people are arguably dead. 5 month preemies are not arguably dead unless care is withheld. Don't confuse yourself.

And no, i'd rather the baby be born and left in the alley where there's a chance that it will be found (however slight) and a chance the mother will be jailed and kept from further reproduction. Do you really think the risk of terrible death is justification for killing a person? Or are you just quibbling over the development stage at which a fetus becomes a person? If the latter, stick to that. Again, don't confuse yourself; you're certainly not gonna confuse me with illogic like that.

And yeah, those "serious reasons" you talk about are the exceptions i spoke about. Did you miss that whole "exceptions" vs "general rule" part? It's kind of important. Oh, and there is still a choice even in such dire situations. No one is going to force a mother who might die without an abortion to get the abortion. Some moms would risk it. Trust me, i know some who would. Personally, if i were a woman in that situation, i think i'd risk it. But that'd be my *personal* philosphy and choice to risk my life for my kid. We'd be cruel and stupid to punish mothers who chose to save their own life in that situation. Of course, the reality is that such situations are *exceedingly* rare given modern medicine. A C-section is usually a totally viable option to get the kid out with a chance and save the mom as well. Such rarities need latitude in the law, but are really not worth the time arguing about.

Late term abortions are not doe frivolously, only if there are big health risks involved to the mother. And the argument from "being able to live" is not a strong one - we can keep brain dead people alive indefinitely, but they still have to be kept alive - same thing with babies, they cannot in any shape or form take care of themselves. I would rather a baby/fetus was aborted at 3 months, than dumped in an alley to freeze to death, for instance. If people has made the choice, they should be able to exercise that choice easily, quickly and safely.

There's not a choice to get an abortion in the last period - if a mother says "i want an abortion" in the eigth month, she won't get it. In those cases there has to be serious reasons.

>> ^nadabu:
I'm with Xax. Pro-life personally and politically, and quite consistent about it. If we outlaw one murder, we should outlaw them all: abortion, the regular kind, the death penalty, suicide and absolute lunacies like pre-emptive war. Violence against humans (and imho, the higher animals) is only permissible in sports with safety measures taken and in reactive, clear and restrained self-defense, both personally and militarily.
That's only the general rule, of course. There MUST be room for exceptions, which either void conviction or provide ample latitude for judges when deciding punishments. The typical "mother at risk of dying" example is the clearest exception. Likewise, i currently think it unwise to outlaw abortions performed prior to 8 weeks, as the studies showing brain functions prior to that are not thorough. Similar exceptions should be made for withholding care to persons already born, but lacking brain function. And so on...
But the general rule of "thou shalt not kill" seems like damn good public policy to me. It's hard to see how abortion is justifiable, especially after 5 mos, when many babies can live outside the mother with the amazing preemie care possible these days. How long do you need to make your choice? Even in rape, where there was no choice about birth control, you still have around 2 mos before brain function is detectable (thus far). I'm ok with choice. But i think it is totally irrational and willfully ignorant to advocate giving 9 months for that decision. Maybe that made some sort of sense in the 60s or 70s, when most people had never seen an ultrasound or heard of things EEG, but that's just stupid nowadays. Get out of the dark ages. Don't kill people.

>> ^MarineGunrock:
>> ^volumptuous:
If parents can teach their children the lessons of Christ, they can teach them the lessons of Hilter.

Right. Because the only difference between Hitler and Jesus was facial hair.


My point was, that if parents want to teach their children a shitty system of beliefs that has historically ended with millions of dead people, while teaching people to hate all non-believers, then what difference does it make who their idol is?

>> ^deputydog:
someone please tell me how the non-locke story is explainable scientifically.
i'm all geared up for a seriously frustrating and disappointing final season, i'm not sure i'll be able to deal with it after 5/6 years of investment.


I don't think there's any derivable scientific explanation yet but I'm guessing non-locke = smoke monster = man in black since we've seen most dead people that haven't been buried on the island show up as an apparition around the time of a smoke monster appearance. Also, some people say there's more than one smoke monster....

Nothing could live up to 5/6 years of anticipation but I bet it'll still be awesome having the many many wtf things explained.

My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.

I give Pirrip as my father's family name, on the authority of his tombstone and my sister - Mrs. Joe Gargery, who married the blacksmith. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were like, were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father's, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. From the character and turn of the inscription, "Also Georgiana Wife of the Above," I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly. To five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and a half long, which were arranged in a neat row beside their grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine - who gave up trying to get a living, exceedingly early in that universal struggle - I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained that they had all been born on their backs with their hands in their trousers-pockets, and had never taken them out in this state of existence.

Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea. My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things, seems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain, that this bleak place overgrown with nettles was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Georgiana wife of the above, were dead and buried; and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and that the dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, intersected with dykes and mounds and gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the marshes; and that the low leaden line beyond, was the river; and that the distant savage lair from which the wind was rushing, was the sea; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was Pip.

"Hold your noise!" cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the church porch. "Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat!"

A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin.

"O! Don't cut my throat, sir," I pleaded in terror. "Pray don't do it, sir."

"Tell us your name!" said the man. "Quick!"

"Pip, sir."

"Once more," said the man, staring at me. "Give it mouth!"

"Pip. Pip, sir."

"Show us where you live," said the man. "Pint out the place!"

I pointed to where our village lay, on the flat in-shore among the alder-trees and pollards, a mile or more from the church.

The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned me upside down, and emptied my pockets. There was nothing in them but a piece of bread. When the church came to itself - for he was so sudden and strong that he made it go head over heels before me, and I saw the steeple under my feet - when the church came to itself, I say, I was seated on a high tombstone, trembling, while he ate the bread ravenously.

"You young dog," said the man, licking his lips, "what fat cheeks you ha' got."

I believe they were fat, though I was at that time undersized for my years, and not strong.

"Darn me if I couldn't eat em," said the man, with a threatening shake of his head, "and if I han't half a mind to't!"

I earnestly expressed my hope that he wouldn't, and held tighter to the tombstone on which he had put me; partly, to keep myself upon it; partly, to keep myself from crying.

"Now lookee here!" said the man. "Where's your mother?"

"There, sir!" said I.

He started, made a short run, and stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"There, sir!" I timidly explained. "Also Georgiana. That's my mother."

"Oh!" said he, coming back. "And is that your father alonger your mother?"

"Yes, sir," said I; "him too; late of this parish."

"Ha!" he muttered then, considering. "Who d'ye live with - supposin' you're kindly let to live, which I han't made up my mind about?"

"My sister, sir - Mrs. Joe Gargery - wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith, sir."

"Blacksmith, eh?" said he. And looked down at his leg.

After darkly looking at his leg and me several times, he came closer to my tombstone, took me by both arms, and tilted me back as far as he could hold me; so that his eyes looked most powerfully down into mine, and mine looked most helplessly up into his.

"Now lookee here," he said, "the question being whether you're to be let to live. You know what a file is?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you know what wittles is?"

"Yes, sir."

After each question he tilted me over a little more, so as to give me a greater sense of helplessness and danger.

"You get me a file." He tilted me again. "And you get me wittles." He tilted me again. "You bring 'em both to me." He tilted me again. "Or I'll have your heart and liver out." He tilted me again.

I was dreadfully frightened, and so giddy that I clung to him with both hands, and said, "If you would kindly please to let me keep upright, sir, perhaps I shouldn't be sick, and perhaps I could attend more."

He gave me a most tremendous dip and roll, so that the church jumped over its own weather-cock. Then, he held me by the arms, in an upright position on the top of the stone, and went on in these fearful terms:

"You bring me, to-morrow morning early, that file and them wittles. You bring the lot to me, at that old Battery over yonder. You do it, and you never dare to say a word or dare to make a sign concerning your having seen such a person as me, or any person sumever, and you shall be let to live. You fail, or you go from my words in any partickler, no matter how small it is, and your heart and your liver shall be tore out, roasted and ate. Now, I ain't alone, as you may think I am. There's a young man hid with me, in comparison with which young man I am a Angel. That young man hears the words I speak. That young man has a secret way pecooliar to himself, of getting at a boy, and at his heart, and at his liver. It is in wain for a boy to attempt to hide himself from that young man. A boy may lock his door, may be warm in bed, may tuck himself up, may draw the clothes over his head, may think himself comfortable and safe, but that young man will softly creep and creep his way to him and tear him open. I am a-keeping that young man from harming of you at the present moment, with great difficulty. I find it wery hard to hold that young man off of your inside. Now, what do you say?"

I said that I would get him the file, and I would get him what broken bits of food I could, and I would come to him at the Battery, early in the morning.

"Say Lord strike you dead if you don't!" said the man.

I said so, and he took me down.

"Now," he pursued, "you remember what you've undertook, and you remember that young man, and you get home!"

"Goo-good night, sir," I faltered.

"Much of that!" said he, glancing about him over the cold wet flat. "I wish I was a frog. Or a eel!"

At the same time, he hugged his shuddering body in both his arms - clasping himself, as if to hold himself together - and limped towards the low church wall. As I saw him go, picking his way among the nettles, and among the brambles that bound the green mounds, he looked in my young eyes as if he were eluding the hands of the dead people, stretching up cautiously out of their graves, to get a twist upon his ankle and pull him in.

When he came to the low church wall, he got over it, like a man whose legs were numbed and stiff, and then turned round to look for me. When I saw him turning, I set my face towards home, and made the best use of my legs. But presently I looked over my shoulder, and saw him going on again towards the river, still hugging himself in both arms, and picking his way with his sore feet among the great stones dropped into the marshes here and there, for stepping-places when the rains were heavy, or the tide was in.

The marshes were just a long black horizontal line then, as I stopped to look after him; and the river was just another horizontal line, not nearly so broad nor yet so black; and the sky was just a row of long angry red lines and dense black lines intermixed. On the edge of the river I could faintly make out the only two black things in all the prospect that seemed to be standing upright; one of these was the beacon by which the sailors steered - like an unhooped cask upon a pole - an ugly thing when you were near it; the other a gibbet, with some chains hanging to it which had once held a pirate. The man was limping on towards this latter, as if he were the pirate come to life, and come down, and going back to hook himself up again. It gave me a terrible turn when I thought so; and as I saw the cattle lifting their heads to gaze after him, I wondered whether they thought so too. I looked all round for the horrible young man, and could see no signs of him. But, now I was frightened again, and ran home without stopping.

This is wacky. Reminds me of my job. Except, with less blood and dead people.

If anything this kind of poll just promotes simple-mindedness by dumping the blame on people who frankly were the least responsible.

I wouldn't blame the bankers. They were acting on behalf of executives who were obligated under law to maximise returns for their shareholders. Yes, they took massive gambles and yes obviously that had a highly pejorative effect on the world economy, but the failure was a lack of prudential supervision being extended to these investment banks. They should not be held personally liable for the outcomes these decisions had on the world economy but merely the effects on their own companies.

The fact of the matter is, the finance industry was and still is highly competitive, companies are constantly pushing for hostile takeovers on weaker performing banks. What do you think happened when shareholders of a finance company that is taking on moderate risk, shareholders who are frankly not as informed as the executives, are proposed with a takeover bid from an investment firm that is making greater returns on higher risk? This is one good reason why the big 4 banks in Australia emerged relatively unscathed by the credit meltdown. Australia law dictates that they cannot merge and presumably are restricted from merging with large offshore banks as well, thus allowing them the room for more sound decision making over rabid profit seeking.

No, it is the regulators and the legislators of the regulation that were to blame. Even looking at it from that point of view you can't blame Bush, or the Republicans entirely. Yes, in some cases they pushed for deregulation, but at the same time the Democrats were pushing to extend unsustainable sub-prime mortgages on to people who clearly had no chance of paying them off, particularly when house prices began to crumble. Generalities are probably misguided here too, I don't know for certain, but I'd imagine it would have been a select section of the House/Congress pushing for these measures.

Regardless the blame game is meaningless. The fact of that matter is, analaysts, investors, politicians and financial media outlets alike were suckered into the assumption that this bubble would continue growing. The real cause here was the group-think collective.



>> ^quantumushroom:
Americans were "stupid" when Bush was elected. Now that there's that many more illegal alien invaders, entitlement creeps and dead people voting thanks to ACORN, suddenly everyone's a genius again.

Btw, just for your information, the term illegal 'aliens' is a distinctly American phrase that everyone else in the developed world sees as the blatant form of dehumanising foreigners propaganda ploy that it is.

>> ^quantumushroom:
Americans were "stupid" when Bush was elected. Now that there's that many more illegal alien invaders, entitlement creeps and dead people voting thanks to ACORN, suddenly everyone's a genius again.
Bush can be blamed for opening the door to further federal tyranny with the first round of bailouts, but the Kenyan and his merry band of tax cheats are responsible for printing a trillion in Monopoly money, raising taxes which further hobble the American economy and seizing unlawful power over private enterprise, furthering the American collapse into communism.
No one sane would trust a media poll when these mainstream malakas all but collect checks from the DNC.


still waiting for that authentic birth certificate, not a Hawaiian document anyone born anywhere can get.

QM, I'll admit I was wrong with who I voted for when you admit you were wrong about who you voted for...bush sucked and it looks like Obama is puttin' gasoline on the fire bush lit.

Americans were "stupid" when Bush was elected. Now that there's that many more illegal alien invaders, entitlement creeps and dead people voting thanks to ACORN, suddenly everyone's a genius again.

Bush can be blamed for opening the door to further federal tyranny with the first round of bailouts, but the Kenyan* and his merry band of tax cheats are responsible for printing a trillion in Monopoly money, raising taxes which further hobble the American economy and seizing unlawful power over private enterprise, furthering the American collapse into communism.

No one sane would trust a media poll when these mainstream malakas all but collect checks from the DNC.




* still waiting for that authentic birth certificate, not a Hawaiian document anyone born anywhere can get.

Dead people having their ranks shuffled around really goes to show you the accuracy of this survey.

>> ^darkrowan:
If only you and dead people know how to read hexadecimal, how many people know? Answer: 57006

LOL, I hadn't heard that one before.