A Charge to Keep should be changed to:A Creep to Charge with dereliction

[DEMVET-USMC]

of Duty. G.W.Bush could not be bothered to show up for a required annual flight physical. Therefore he lost his status as a pilot. The U.S. spent one million dollars training this strutting little banty rooster to be a pilot and he can`t be bothered to show up for a physical. He writes a book about himself titled A CHARGE TO KEEP. This arrogant twerp has no understanding of the self sacrafice men and women have no choice but to make while serving in the Armed Forces of the U.S.. AND NOW HE STRUTS ABOUT IN UNIFORMS AS IF HE WERE OUT THERE ON THE LINES. ...Oscar

[seemslikeadream]

1. DEMVET-USMC you have said it all

and this hell is of his making

EVERY DEATH CREATES NEW ENEMIES
MORE TERRORISTS
MORE DANGER
MORE DEATH
AND REMEMBER...
HE IS JUST GETTING STARTED...
BUSH'S PLAN FOR PEACE
IS THE PEACE OF THE COMMON GRAVE


http://www.bushflash.com/pax.html

Let America be America Again...by Langston Hughes


Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!

[DEMVET-USMC]

2. Great poem, Same Re: photo

Thank you so much for your extaordinary reply. You are a very pleasant surprise for a tired old man. ...Oscar

[seemslikeadream]

3. Don't you ever give up

I'm a tired old grandma with a 13 year old son and 13 year old grandson who will not fight in the BFEE's wars. He must be stopped!
We have a very powerful place here keep posting even when you think no one is paying attention, they are. You have the power of the pen it is mighter than the sword.

Oh and when are you gonna turn on your pm?

[DEMVET-USMC]

4. turn on pm? don`t know how to. For you,will do,please instruct.

Oscar

[seemslikeadream]

5. Here ya go

At the top of page in Forums there's Options go there and then hit

Edit your preferences

down the page you'll see a yes or no for private messages.

Sometimes it's nice thing to have. When someone pm's you you'll see a "you have new mail" in red at the top of Forums page.

When you want to send a private message to someone hit that little yellow page next to their name. Send me a test note when you do and I'll write back so you'll know it's working.

[DEMVET-USMC]

6. I printed your instructions and will do,brain not working well momentarily

and will do this when I am alert enough to do so. I am getting out of the forum for now because I scewed up twice already in the last 20 minutes. Take good Care Always, ...Oscar

[9215]

7. You said it man!

:thumbsup:


And this from an old sailor. :evilgrin:

weird, my smileys don't show up here? There is suppose to be an evilgrin after sailor.

[tom_paine]

8. Heheh. I LIKE IT!

Good one again, Marine!

:toast: :toast: