Good(?) News...

[Unperson 309]

Well, hardly *good*, for some other family, but the soldier killed near Tikrit was NOT our son. I am so damn conflicted! I'm glad it wasn't our own family, and yet I know that somewhere in either Texas or Kansas, some mother is weeping...

President Bush, you bastard... GO TO THE WINDOW of your fucking Oval Office and open it! LISTEN! Across this land there are hundreds, no THOUSANDS of people each one CRYING the loss of a son, daughter, father, mother, brother, sister! LISTEN! They cry as YOU will NEVER cry! And many of them will find their tears congealed into a cold, cutting rage and a will to act.

The rage of the terrorists is the rage of parents who have watched their children die, who have lost relatives, homes, land, hope! And if you think the rage that smolders in the breast of the Islamic parent is hot... wait until that rage boils over in the AMERICAN heart!

You can blot out the *pictures* of those coffins coming home, but you CANNOT smother the anger of the families of those fallen soldiers forever! We are coming for you, Mr. "President"! We are coming in ones and twos, in sevens and twenties... we are coming for you by the hundreds! We are coming armed! Armed NOT with guns, not with bullets or blades or fire... we are coming with the most deadly weapon known against tyranny... we are coming with BALLOTS! We are coming to the polls, to the election places, to the schools the churches, the mosques, the places where Americans hold the greatest power... and we WILL throw you out of your offices, your comforts, your powers!

And you, Mr. Bush... you WILL face our anger! You will face our judges, our courts and our laws! We WILL speak truth to power and we WILL work to uncover the rottenness within your walls! Beware of the anger of the American people, for we will tolerate you no longer!
Not you, nor your friends, nor your confederates, nor your sycophants, nor your abetters!

Three days have I languished under the shadow of fear for my own in Iraq. Three days during which you capered and pranced under the kindled sun of your own "war"! I will fill out that ballot and the graphite mark across the square, the steel pin pressing out the chad, the lever pulled for your opponent w8ill be a stake in the heart of your vampiric reign!

Go back to your home in Texas or Connecticut or wherever and wait, Mr. Bush! Wait for the lawyers, the investigaters, the reporters, the legions of those who have had ENOUGH of your lies and corruption!

Wait, mr. "President" for WE ARE COMING!

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[Blue-Jay]

1. What's the word for something which is beautiful, sad, and angry?

Whatever it is, it's defined by that post, Unperson 309.

Thank you for the rant which was more than a rant.

I hope your son is back in your arms very soon.

[MichiganVote]

2. Neither you or your son will be alone in November