THEY SHOULD ALL BE IN FUCKING PRISON

[Martin Eden]

29. The most exasperating perhaps, but not the WORST part

"The worst part is that they're all on my television again, trying to blame President Obama for the circumstances created by their own feckless, murderous decisions."

IMO the WORST part is all the death and human suffereing inflicted by the war criminals appearing on your TV set.

Small nitpick aside, K&R for a spot-on rant.

I've been a DUer since 2002. I remember reading much of what you wrote at the time, and I want to thank you for keeping me and so many others informed that the rush to war was a systematic campaign of deliberate misinformation. I wrote my representatives before the IWR vote in October 2002; I took to the streets in my hometown of Chicago in Feb 2003 (where Barack Obama spoke to the crowd); I travelled to our nation's capitol to join a hundred thousand protestors on March 15 2003; and I wept in rage and shame when my country unleashed this war crime a few days later.

In the immediate wake of 9/11, president George W Bush was supported by 90% of Americans. Then he and others in his administration manipulated the public through fear and patriotism and outright lies -- sending more than 4000 young Americans needlessly to their deaths; many times that number scarred for life; upwards of a million people (and counting) killed "over there"; draining our treasury; and making the world a more brutal and dangerous place while damaging America's reputation perhaps beyond repair.

I've always tried to give others the benefit of the doubt, to be tolerant, and not to hate. But when CheneyBush left office I was inspired by my own rage to write this poem for what I'f like to say to their face:

I'd tell you to go fuck yourself
But that is much too kind
Because if you could perform that feat
You'd take pleasure in your behind

I'd like to say eat shit and die
But you deserve much more
You should suffer all the grief and pain
Of your misbegotten war

Though I can never make you feel
Or think, or understand
I'll take solace when you hear your name
Cursed throughout the land

From inside a lonely prison cell
Dark and bare and cold
Where every day you pay for your crimes
Until you're sick, heartbroken, and old

Then when you finally leave the earth
You fucked over oh so well
If there is a God and afterlife
You're going straight to hell.