Mason and baker inspired this article. We sit in horror at the wanton murder of innocent civilians, while the news glories in such atrocities. We must remember that all news organizations are in business to MAKE money. They make money by trading in on the suffering of others, the raping of children, the beheadings, and the homicide bombings, the more terrible the news the better the circulation or viewer ship. I believe in free press very strongly, but {yep the terrible mm but}...

I have wondered if Americans are a nomadic culture, I am 58 years old and here is where I have lived {for more than 30 days} New York State Washington State Ohio Michigan Oregon California Colorado Florida New jersey Japan Vietnam {south} The Philippines How about you? Remember the rules 30 days or more as a resident not a visitor

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he k...

Once upon a time there was this very small boy that lived in constant fear. Punished for his religion he was so proud of. Growing up to the sounds of being called Christ killer. He was raised in a neighborhood that was Roman Catholic, mostly hotheaded Sicilians, that took delight in tormenting this 4 foot 9 child of 13. The father of the child used to be a fighter when he first came to America, he fought for a winner takes all purse, a whole 25 dollars for getting you brains beat in, b...

AS the 40th anniversery of operation silverlance approaches I cannot help but wonder why am I still alive? I left behind teammates that in my mind are still children, 18,19 and 20 year old kids, with hearts the size of rhode Island. I sit here approaching my birthday, and find no reason I am still here. I see pictures in my head of my old friends, companions, they are forever frozen in time as young, while I am growing very grey, and fat, old and tired. If anyone cares to read abo...

So proudly he served, so valiantly he fought for his country. So very young he went marching off to war with the words of his immigrant father ringing in his ears “this country took us in gave us shelter, granted us the American dream if this country calls you, you drop everything and you go fight for her”. So off he went and fought. It was an ugly time, so much death for one so young, so much screaming, crying, pain filled times. His time in country ended, alive he was looking fo...

News flash, today George Washington had to call a halt to the war due to over spending, the dregs a recent political party has refused to allocate more funds. Nathan Hale ordered gagged after his give me liberty or give me death speech, the news organizations plaster front page with hales obvious cry for help and his blatant death wish. Minutemen disbanded due to unfair practices of civilized warfare, the British civil no liberties union prosecutes for terror tactics. Thomas Jeffers...

I need to remind myself why I volunteered to fight a war. It was so my lovely wife had the right to protest in the streets voicing her opinion that war is wrong and evil. It was so My own brother whom I adore could take to the street do protest freely and not having to worry about being killed for his opinion. It was to keep my countrymen safe and to live the American dream of democracy. It was done so big mouth America hating liberals have the right to express their opinion. I...

As I approach Death and watch Death approach me, I find my mind wandering to gentler kinder days. Back goes the wheel and it stops in the 1950s when I was a child. It was a time when you could let your children out to play without worrying about monsters on every block trying to molest them. It was a time when all children went trick-or-treating with no worries about poison candy Or ground glass inserted into the candy. No adults allowed for sure. I got .30 cents allowance a wee...

Beat down, face bloody.. ribs acheing Holding side, whimpering. Rolling over, rising up, hands scar the cement, seeing the victor smile... so he thinks, watching eyes grow wide as I rise, Once again standing.. blood dripping, smiling back with broken mouth, Not tru yet.... never done..... I sit back......... to rise another day.