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I can't support anyone who thinks it's ok to drop bombs on people and that it makes someone a hero. I never asked anyone to kill anyone for me, so don't get pissed if I don't appreciate it. She aint gonna shake up nuthin' but violence and more of the same sh t.

Talked tough on killing people too.. Too bad I wasn't there to ask her why dropping bombs on people makes Mr. McCain better than Charles Manson.. Hehehehe... woulda seen the devil in her eyes. and the hypocrisy spew from her mouth..

For sure.. bunch of crap. Idle ramblings.. like a frosted cardboard cake. The message.. we're good, they're bad. :

Thrill of it all Black Sabbath Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted rift With the children of creation futuristic dreams we sift Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die Wont you help me mr. Jesus, wont you tell me if you can? When you see this world we live in, do you still believe in man? If my songs become my freedom, and my freedom turns to gold Then Ill ask the final question, if the answer could be sold Well, thats my story and Im sticking to it cause Ive got no reason to lie, yeah Forget your problems that dont even exist And Ill show you a way to get high, oh yeah Oh yeah! So come along, you know you matter to me Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah Time to stop all your messing around Dont you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah Oh yeah! Why cant you believe, its not here to perceive Do you always have to be told, yeah For you have been taught that if your mind has been bought Lifes entire answer was sold, oh yeah Oh yeah! [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pl1nQAUyUgI]YouTube - Black Sabbath - The Thrill Of It All[/ame] Hole in the sky Black Sabbath I'm looking through a hole in the sky I'm seeing nowhere through the eyes of a lie I'm getting closer to the end of the line I'm living easy where the sun doesn't shine I'm living in a room without any view I'm living free because the rents never due The synonyms of all the things that Ive said Are just the riddles that are built in my head Hole in the sky, take me to heaven Window in time, through it I fly I've seen the stars disappear in the sun The shootings easy if youve got the right gun And even though I'm sitting waiting for mars I dont believe theres any future in cause Hole in the sky, take me to heaven Window in time, through it I fly Yeah I've watched the dogs of war enjoying their feast I've seen the western world go down in the east The food of love became the greed of our time But now I'm living on the profits of pride [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6DFt-s6Ckc&feature=related]YouTube - Black Sabbath-Hole in the Sky[/ame] Electric Funeral Black Sabbath Reflex in the sky warn you youre gonna die Storm coming, youd better hide from the atomic tide Flashes in the sky turns houses into sties Turns people into clay, radiation minds decay Robot minds of robot slaves lead them to atomic rage Plastic flowers, melting sun, fading moon falls apart Dying world of radiation, victims of mans frustration Burning globe a boxy fire, like electric funeral pyre Buildings crashing down to a cracking ground Rivers turn to wood, ice melting to flood Earth lies in death bed, clouds cry water dead Tearing life away, heres the burning pay Electric funeral Electric funeral Electric funeral Electric funeral And so in the sky shines the electric eye Supernatural king takes earth under his wing Heavens golden chorus sings, hells angels flap their wings Evil souls fall to hell, ever trapped in burning cells! [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-CJJomtWxw]YouTube - Black Sabbath Electric Funeral[/ame] yay ozzy

Caught most of her speech on CNN last night... lots of rhetoric, very little truth and substance.

Hahahahahaha.... Well, in that case.. sure, what the hell, still a good Texan.

Genius, plain and simple. All part of the plan.. Someone in Florida spent a classmates tuition last weekend with her debit card she never lost..

100 Years Five for Fighting I'm 15 for a moment Caught in between 10 and 20 And I'm just dreaming Counting the ways to where you are I'm 22 for a moment She feels better than ever And we're on fire Making our way back from Mars 15 there's still time for you Time to buy and time to lose 15, there's never a wish better than this When you only got 100 years to live I'm 33 for a moment Still the man, but you see I'm a they A kid on the way A family on my mind I'm 45 for a moment The sea is high And I'm heading into a crisis Chasing the years of my life 15 there's still time for you Time to buy, Time to lose yourself Within a morning star 15 I'm all right with you 15, there's never a wish better than this When you only got 100 years to live Half time goes by Suddenly you’re wise Another blink of an eye 67 is gone The sun is getting high We're moving on... I'm 99 for a moment Dying for just another moment And I'm just dreaming Counting the ways to where you are 15 there's still time for you 22 I feel her too 33 you’re on your way Every day's a new day... 15 there's still time for you Time to buy and time to choose Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this When you only got 100 years to live [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Lu_uyulrZI]YouTube - 100 Years Lyrics | Five For Fighting[/ame]

The only good Texan, is a non-farm animal molesting Texan.

Wow... amazing beauty Spokes in the Helix Nebula Credit & Copyright: Don Goldman, Sierra Remote Observatories [attach=full]1771[/attach] Explanation: At first glance, the Helix Nebula (aka NGC 7293), looks simple and round. But this well-studied example of a planetary nebula, produced near the end of the life of a sun-like star, is now understood to have a surprisingly complex geometry. Its extended loops and comet-shaped features have been explored in Hubble Space Telescope images. Still, a 16-inch diameter telescope and camera with broad and narrow band filters was used to create this sharp view of the Helix. The color composite also reveals the nebula's intriguing details, including light-year long, bluegreen radial stripes or spokes that give it the appearance of a cosmic bicycle wheel. The spoke features seem to indicate that the Helix Nebula is itself an old and evolved planetary nebula. The Helix is a mere seven hundred light years from Earth, in the constellation Aquarius. At some point in time.. this is what will become of our Sun. Yikes.

Perfect Strangers Deep Purple Can you remember remember my name As I flow through your life A thousand oceans I have flown And cold spirits of ice All my life I am the echo of your past I am returning the echo of a point in time Distant faces shine A thousand warriors I have known And laughing as the spirits appear All your life Shadows of another day And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect strangers I know I must remain inside this silent well of sorrow A strand of silver hanging through the sky Touching more than you see The voice of ages in your mind Is aching with the dead of the night Precious life (your tears are lost in Falling rain) And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect strangers [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rWt_jgXpjo]YouTube - Deep Purple song Perfect Strangers[/ame]

Take a life, it's going cheap kill someone, no one will weep Freedom's yours, just pay your dues We just want your soul to use ~ ozzy

Laguna Sunrise Black Sabbath [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTTphIjWyBM]YouTube - Laguna Sunrise[/ame] Fluff Black Sabbath [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CtkmRiA5UOE]YouTube - Black Sabbath - Fluff[/ame] yay Toni

Megalomania Black Sabbath I hide myself inside the shadows of shame The silent symphonies were playing their game My body echoed to the dreams of my soul This god is something that I could not control Where can I run to now? The joke is on me No sympathizing god is insanity, yeah Why don't you just get out of my life, yeah? Why don't you just get out of my life now? Why doesn't everybody leave me alone now? Why doesn't everybody leave me alone, yeah? Obsessed with fantasy, possessed with my schemes I mixed reality with super-rod dreams The ghost of violence was something I seen I sold my soul to be the human obscene How could this poison be The dream of my soul How did my fantasies take complete control, yeah? Why don't you just get out of my life, yeah? Why don't you just get out of my life now? Why doesn't everybody leave me alone now? Why doesn't everybody leave me alone, yeah? Well I feel something's taken me I don't know where It's like a trip inside a separate mind The ghost of tomorrow from my favorite dream Is telling me to leave it all behind Feel it slipping away, slipping in tomorrow Got to get to happiness, want no more of sorrow How I lied, went to hide How I tried to get away from you now Am I right if I fight? That I might just get away from you now Sting me! Well I feel something's giving me the chance to return It's giving me the chance of saving my soul Beating the demigod, I'm fading away I'm going backwards but I'm in control Feel it slipping away, slipping in tomorrow Getting back to sanity, providence of sorrow Was it wise to disguise How I tried to get away from you now Is there a way that I could pay Or is it true I have to stay with you now? How I lied, went to hide How I tried to get away from you now Am I right if I fight? That I might just get away from you now F ck me! I'm really digging schizophrenia the best of the earth I've singed my soul in the fires of hell Peace of mind eluded me, but now it's all mine I simply try, but he wants me to fail Feel it slipping away, slipping in tomorrow Now I've found my happiness, providence of sorrow No more lies, I got wise I despise the way I worshipped you yeah Now I'm free, can't you see And now instead I won't be led by you now Free! [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxKecaJ2buY]YouTube - megalomania[/ame] Cornucopia Black Sabbath Too much in the truth they say Keep it 'till another day Let them have their little game illusion helps to keep them sane Let them have their little toys matchbox cars and mortagage joys exciting in their plastic place frozen food in a concrete maze You're gonna go insane I'm trying to save your brain I don't know what's happening My head's all torn inside People say I'm heavy They don't know what I hide Take a life, it's going cheap kill someone, no one will weep Freedom's yours, just pay your dues We just want your soul to use You're gonna go insane I'm trying to save your brain [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xq0tmBZLuIQ]YouTube - Black Sabbath - Cornucopia[/ame] yay ozzy

The megalomaniac differs from the narcissist by the fact that he wishes to be powerful rather than charming, and seeks to be feared rather than loved. To this type belong many lunatics and most of the great men of history. ~ Bertrand Russell

Hey Cowboy.. welcome to the site.. I live in MN.. Not too far from you.. I'm a 39 year old single guy in nursing school.. Pleased to meet ya. Howed you find the site?

Can you explain it? Or defend one over the other? Pick whoever ya want, I'll take the other.. Why is it a ridiculous comparison? Taking an awful long time to post some valid reason on how they differ. I'll go dig up one of my own quotes and we'll see if I'm right.. you can test it for me... Can't remember where the original is.. but you get the point.. Prove me wrong, please. You'd be the first ever... I've thought it out til the end of time.. if you need to prove it to yourself, use me, abuse me.. I'm here for ya bud. Take as long as ya need.. Or tell me the difference..

McCain dropped bombs, people died. Mengele did whatever he did, people died.. Explain the difference to me.. Should be easy..

So have we concluded McCains war hero status = that of Joe Mengele? Or can you explain how dropping bombs on people is more honorable and worthy of respect than Joes heroic deeds? Or vice versa.. I'll advocate for John or Joe.. pick your poison.. Or shall we call them both dumbasses, equally, and declare a vote for John McCain is a vote for Joe Mengele, by proxy? Anyone? I'm ready...

I'm no victim.. I have a voice, and a brain. Do you have enough info to judge any person, except yourself, and Dr. Death there? Ever hear about the black soldiers we gave syphyllis to and left untreated to die for experiment? Heroes? So, perhaps whilst I'm at school today you can explain why someone such as McCain dropping bombs on and killing people, before being shot down like a war hero, is any better or worse than Joe Menegle up there.. Or are there no such things as "war heroes"? Maybe they're all butchers, sadists, torturers, HEROES, eh? Is that what you're saying?

Excerpt: 'My Guantanamo Diary' by Mahvish Rukhsana Khan The prisoner was standing at the far end of the room behind a long table. His leg was chained to the floor beside a seven-by eight-foot cage. He looked wary as the door opened, but as our eyes met and he saw me in my traditional embroidered shawl, a smile broke across his weathered features. I smiled back and gave him the universal Islamic greeting: "As-salaam alaikum — May peace be upon you." "Walaikum as-salaam — May peace also be upon you," he responded. With that, I shook hands with my first "terrorist." He was a handsome, soft-spoken man with a short, neatly groomed beard. His once-dark hair was heavily flecked with gray. He was dressed in an oversized white prison uniform. I thought he looked much older than his forty-six years — closer to sixty or seventy. His name was Ali Shah Mousovi. He was a pediatrician and the son of a prominent Afghan family from the city of Gardez, where he'd been arrested by U.S. troops more than three years earlier. He had returned to Afghanistan in August 2003 after twelve years of exile in Iran, he told us, to help rebuild his wathan, his homeland. There was a ceiling camera in the cage to the right of our table, into which Mousovi was put before and after our meetings and at lunchtime. We'd been told that the camera was there for our protection. I wondered what could happen to us in a room with a prisoner who was shackled to the floor. Attorney-client meetings at Guantanamo are supposed to be privileged and confidential, and the base captain had told us that morning that because the camera was located inside the cage, it couldn't pick up images of the legal papers laid on the table. He also told us that the camera wasn't recording us and didn't have audio, so we shouldn't worry about the military listening in on our conversations. I wondered about that. As I translated from Pashto, Mousovi hesitantly described his life since his arrest. He had gone back to Gardez in August 2003 and remembered the small crowd of well-wishers who came out to greet his car as it jostled down the rocky mountain road into town. Sixty or eighty people, maybe more, rushed to meet him. They threw their arms around him, grateful for the return of professionals to Afghanistan. In the coming days, he, his brother Ismail, and his cousin Reza, who were also physicians, planned to open their clinic. Once it was up and running, the men would fetch their families from Iran. Instead, on his second night in Gardez, American soldiers broke down the door to Mousovi's family guesthouse and took him away. He was accused of associating with the Taliban and of funneling money to anticoalition insurgents. After his arrest, he spent twenty-two days in a makeshift outdoor jail in Gardez under constant interrogation and without the opportunity to shower or bathe. Then, he had been transported by helicopter to Bagram Air Force Base in Afghanistan. There, he was thrown into a tiny three-and-a-half-by-seven foot shed—face down, blindfolded, hooded, and gagged. Lying like this, he said, he was kicked in the head repeatedly. At some point, his jailers cut the clothes off his body, and he squirmed, trying to cover himself. "This is American soil," he was told. "This is not your soil. You will obey us." He had become a stranger in his own land: the soil had changed beneath his feet. Twenty miles from Kabul, he was apparently no longer in Afghanistan. Obeying, he had quickly learned, meant not resisting. He described how he was beaten regularly by Americans in civilian clothing. More painful than the bruises and wounds that covered his body were the unbroken days and nights without sleep. Tape recordings of screeching sirens blared through the speakers that soldiers placed by his ears. His head throbbed. Whenever he managed, mercifully, to doze off, he'd be startled awake by wooden clubs striking loud blows against the wall. He recalled the sting as he was repeatedly doused with ice water. He said he was not allowed to sit down for two weeks straight. At some point his legs felt like wet noodles; when they gave out, he was beaten and forced to stand back up. He couldn't remember how many times this happened. In rotating shifts, U.S. soldiers periodically kicked and beat him and the other prisoners. Some yelled things about September 11. Others spat on him. Many cursed his mother, sisters, and other family members. They cursed his nationality and religion. He wanted to stand up for his loved ones and for himself as the young soldiers swore obscenities at him, but he could only groan as the hard boots slammed into his throbbing head. "Many of the Afghans did not understand the terrible things they were saying," he told us, "but I understood." He used to understand English well, he said, but years of abuse and sleep deprivation had taken a toll on his memory. Peter scribbled notes furiously as the doctor spoke, describing how soldiers had tied a rope around him and dragged him around through dirt and gravel. He said he was subjected to extreme temperatures of heat and cold. Sometimes he was kept in complete darkness for hours and then made to stare into intense bright light. He was made to stand endless hours of the night in uncomfortable positions. He was punished if he looked to his right or to his left. Each moment, he believed, could be his last. And with every blow, he would repeat to himself, "La-illahailla-Allah — There is no God but God." These words are the first words a Muslim hears upon his birth and often the last words spoken before he dies. When a baby is born, the doctor or the father utters this prayer into the crying infant's ear. On the threshold of death, a doctor or family member often urges the dying person to speak these final parting words. And afterward, the family will echo this prayer as the deceased is laid to rest. "La-illaha-illa-Allah, Mohammad-an-rasul Allah — There is no god but God, and Mohammad is his messenger." Mousovi said he didn't know why he'd been brought to Guantanamo Bay. He believed that someone had sold him to U.S. forces to collect a reward of up to $25,000 for anyone who gave up a Taliban or al-Qaeda member. Perhaps his political opponents had given false reports to the Americans to prevent him from running for parliament. He could only speculate. He insisted that he was simply a doctor who wanted to help rebuild his country. A hero?

Totally agree.. and deeds can make someone a war criminal by proxy, like me.

I would venture to guess that a lot of those men have been POWS for at least 5 years and beyond now.. The ones getting waterboarded in Guantanamo too.. Feb 2003 is 5 1/2 years ago..

All the more reason to show respect to those you don't know. Would you want someone who didn't know your father doing that to him?

For all you know, they could be fathers, brothers, husbands, friends, policemen, emt's, firemen, and young men born in the wrong place at the wrong time. Regardless, they deserve the exact same respect as John McCain as a human being. What about the baby raping, murderous thieves, who marauded, raped and pillaged Vietnam after traveling half way around the world to do so? Heros?