NO to First-Strike Preemptive War

A piece by Wade Fulmer

A piece by Wade Fulmer {IMAGE1}NO to First-Strike Preemptive War

…those that work deceptions on their own nation of
citizens and on nations of culture,…
that exempt their own, but take others\’ sons, daughters,
fathers, and mothers from family into harm,…
that rush THEM to unnecessary, preemptive war and endless
occupation,…
that SEND THEM to oil-fired violence and dyings, to kill or
convert God\’s other children to hypocrisy,…
that labor the lives of others\’ loved ones to maiming,
death, and families loss,………
and, if our own people are so expendable for exploited
fears, mythical war, opportunism, distraction, and
profiteering, then also immorally expendable are the
sovereign peoples of culture to the warrings of chicken
hawk politicians. Who are those stay at home AWOL
appointees that SEND THEM, but not themselves, to
unnecessary preemptive war and violence by First-Strike,
Fear-Kill, Free-Fire policies?
All the precedent\’s amens care not to work a plan for
peace, but instead to convert peoples, by fears of
speculation, manipulation, and deception, to marketed wars
of no end. The administration of Iraq War planners abused
preemptive powers and sovereign life freedoms. Such abuses
were motivated by ambush bully politics, paranoia, and
politico-corporate greed and campaign contributions. The
implementation of First-Strike strategy of tragedy
manifested those motivations in plans of bombings; of
prisons of interrogational torture, humiliation, and exile;
of misusing and overextending reservists and souldiers, as
if untrained mercenaries, to patrol, police, and kill
children and families; and of massive destructions for
no-bid reconstruction contracts given to
conflict-of-interest administration political campaign
contributors.
Who are those that SEND THEM to WAR? They are
unilateralist, egotistical, selfreichist arrogants and
profiteers of manipulation, deception, and privilege. They
are those who change their minds and their memories, as to
why they send others to war, each time their prior excuse
is proved to be their contrived deception and myth; …no
weapons of mass destruction, no Saddam ties to 9-11, no
9-11 terrorists ties to Saddam, the liberation of Iraqis,
the democratization of Iraq, the Iraqinization (a.k.a.
Vietnamization) of Iraqi security police (while the
occupation of American Soldiers will be required \”for
years\” and forever …\”years\”…sound familiar?), the
unspoken token of crusadism (christian jihad) for the
neo-con \”christian\” hawks, etc. They are those who
proclaim compassion and then recklessly foster civil wars,
sell weapons to nations who turn those weapons on their
citizens and on our souldiers, and divide our own nation by
manipulation into unnecessary, unjustified war and
premeditated murder.
Who are those that SEND THEM to WAR? They are those
who avoided honorable military service (or avoided
attendance to duty), and though they send others, they lend
not even their ears to the experience of military Defense
leaders, nor to former Defense leaders (now of State) who
know some truth of the importance of diplomacy, real
coalition, and real and imminent threat. They are
malicious mockers who smear and slander veterans who
served, sacrificed, and suffered, including Veteran
Cleland, Veteran McCain, Veteran Kerry, and Millions of
other Veterans who were injured, maimed, or killed for the
Truth and Justice of a Constitutional, respectful and
respected America. Those that SEND THEM to war crucify
these Veterans who served honorably while in the military
and who serve just as honorably and courageously when they
speak Truth after war,… as opposed to submitting to the
ambitious, dictatorial partisan ambushers of democracy and
accountability.
The promoters of unnecessary war are those who exploit,
maliciously extend, and perpetuate the motivation and
emotion of citizen fears, which provide the politically
ambitious chicken hawk with fodder, campaign monies, and
corporate vestments. They are those who Avoid the Issues
of healthcare, jobs for citizens (rather than to corporate
foreign outsourcing), education, and retirement plan
solvency,… who excuse the abuses and greed of
corporations in exchange for campaign contributions, who
have assured and insured their own future of excesses and
profitability with legislation and conflict-of-interest
politic. They are those who over-pay over-budget military
industrial complex campaign contributors while cutting
Veterans healthcare services by millions.
Who are those that SEND THEM to WAR? In the partisan
pit of arrogance, ignorance, and greed, are pharisean,
sociopathic bullies. They hide from Truth in their
corporate money bagged at-home bunkers, they turn away from
the taps of souls and families in body bags, and…they
hide the coffins, too. They smirk and sneer at humankind
who stand for peace and against unnecessary preemptive war.
They work their schemes to ignore international law, to
subvert constitutional freedoms, and to harness the
mythical fears of people for war. In fact, they are
destructors of democracy, deniers of the humanity of peace,
and abusers of our souldiers whom they use as mercenaries.
Their precedent of preemptive war taunts that those for war
are with him,…and that those against war are against him.
He contrives and taunts adversaries to \”bring it on\” to
THEM, to harm THEM, whom he has sent to his games of war
and death.
Truth tells us that \”we wrestle…against powers,
against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against
spiritual wickedness in high places\” (Ephesians 6:12).
The God above all peoples, religions, and evil appointments
gives to us all the choice of righteous or unrighteous
works. For those works there is freedom, responsibility,
and consequence. The God of Truth is called the \”Prince of
Peace\”. Stop the violence, maiming, and deadly amens.
Unnecessary preemptive war, lies, and occupations must end.
Truth must restore Peace again. SEND THEM to War No More.
God\’s souldiers, children and family to Peace duty send.
Peace begins Now, Again. Labor not for war…Labor in Love
for Peace and Life. Labor to BRING T H E M HOME NOW !!!
NO to First-Strike Preemptive War. Blessed are the
Peacemakers.

Note: Wade H. Fulmer is a Vietnam War Veteran who served in
the US Army.

Waist Deep In The Big Muddy

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Peter Sederberg used this song in his talk at the Memorial March in Columbia, May 26, 2004, as a metaphor for our situation in Iraq.

Knee deep in the Big Muddy
And the fools keep yelling, Push on
Waist deep in the Big Muddy
And the damn fools keep yelling, Push on
Waist deep, neck deep
We’ll be drowning before too long
We’re neck deep in the Big Muddy
And the damn fools keep yelling to push on

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Peter Sederberg used this song in his talk at the Memorial March in Columbia, May 26, 2004, as a metaphor for our situation in Iraq.

Knee deep in the Big Muddy
And the fools keep yelling, Push on
Waist deep in the Big Muddy
And the damn fools keep yelling, Push on
Waist deep, neck deep
We’ll be drowning before too long
We’re neck deep in the Big Muddy
And the damn fools keep yelling to push on

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{IMAGE1} It was back in 1942, I was part of a good platoon
We were on manoeuvres in Louisiana one night by the light of the moon
The Captain said, We got to ford the river, that’s where it all began
We were knee deep in the Big Muddy
And the damn fool kept yelling to push on

The Sergeant said, Sir, are you sure this is the way back to base
Sergeant, I once crossed this river not a mile above this place
It’ll be a little soggy but we’ll keep on slogging, we’ll soon be on dry ground
We were waist deep in the Big Muddy
And the damn fool kept yelling to push on

Captain, sir, with all this gear no man will be able to swim
Sergeant, don’t be a nervous nellie, the Captain said to him
All we need is a little determination, follow me – I’ll lead on
We were neck deep in the Big Muddy
And the damn fool kept yelling to push on

All of a sudden the moon clouded over, all we heard was a gurgling cry
And a second later the Captain’s helmet was all that floated by
The Sergeant said, Turn round, men, I’m in charge from now
And we just made it out of the Big Muddy
With the Captain dead and gone

We stripped and dived and found his body stuck in the old quicksand
I guess he didn’t know the water was deeper than the place where he’d once been
For another stream had joined the Muddy a half mile from where we’d gone
We were lucky to get out of the Big Muddy
When the damn fool kept yelling to push on

I don’t want to draw conclusions, I’ll leave that to yourself
Maybe you’re still walking, maybe you’re still talking
But every time I hear the news that old feeling comes back on
We’re neck deep in the Big Muddy
And the damn fools keep yelling to push on

Knee deep in the Big Muddy
And the fools keep yelling, Push on
Waist deep in the Big Muddy
And the damn fools keep yelling, Push on
Waist deep, neck deep
We’ll be drowning before too long
We’re neck deep in the Big Muddy
And the damn fools keep yelling to push on

Make the Pie Higher!

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A poem composed of actual quotes from George W. Bush.

MAKE THE PIE HIGHER
by George W. Bush

I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It’s a world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.

Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?

They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope, where our wings take dream.

Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!

bush2.jpg

A poem composed of actual quotes from George W. Bush.

MAKE THE PIE HIGHER
by George W. Bush

I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It’s a world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.

Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?

They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope, where our wings take dream.

Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!

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Dick Cheney Smirked at Me

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Dick Cheney Smirked at Me

2003-09-07

Dick Cheney smirked at me,
From inside the safe confines of his motorcade.
And I, on the grass, at the side of the road,
Felt that smirk so fair with a devine ectasy the likes of which I have never known before.
Dick Cheney smirked at me.
No, he didn’t stop the motorcade to talk.
How could he? It wouldn’t be proper. He couldn’t let on.
But I know he loves me. I know it. He loves me.
The Secret Service has my name. My address. My telephone number. My fingerprints. My email. They filmed homes movies where I play a supporting role. It’s all in my file.
He’ll ask for it all. He’ll watch the movies. Then he’ll call.
He will. Trust me he will. He loves me.
Even through the tint of the window, the glare of his glasses, I could see it in his eyes. A smirk that melted my soul.
We’ll have a romantic honeymoon.
Not to Baghdad of course. It’s been spoiled.
Perhaps we’ll honeymoon in Damascus, enjoy the healing powers of the Blue Mosque.
Maybe to Tehran. It has a peaceful, soothing breeze.
If all goes right, we might even go to Pyongyang. I heard that it’s nice this time of year. It’s best not to wait until the winter, when the Yalu River freezes.
Dick Cheney smirked at me.
I know that he went on his way, without stopping.
To smirk at the beautiful people.
Mark, Andre, Grisham, Lindsay, Joe, Gayle; they’ve all been graced by his smirk.
And although they each paid 2,000 dollars for the privilege,
I am sure, sure, sure, positive beyond doubt,
That the smirks they bought at that fancy lunch,
Could never compare to the tender, tender smirk that I received,
From my loving vice-president.
On the grass at the side of the road.

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Dick Cheney Smirked at Me

2003-09-07

Dick Cheney smirked at me,
From inside the safe confines of his motorcade.
And I, on the grass, at the side of the road,
Felt that smirk so fair with a devine ectasy the likes of which I have never known before.
Dick Cheney smirked at me.
No, he didn’t stop the motorcade to talk.
How could he? It wouldn’t be proper. He couldn’t let on.
But I know he loves me. I know it. He loves me.
The Secret Service has my name. My address. My telephone number. My fingerprints. My email. They filmed homes movies where I play a supporting role. It’s all in my file.
He’ll ask for it all. He’ll watch the movies. Then he’ll call.
He will. Trust me he will. He loves me.
Even through the tint of the window, the glare of his glasses, I could see it in his eyes. A smirk that melted my soul.
We’ll have a romantic honeymoon.
Not to Baghdad of course. It’s been spoiled.
Perhaps we’ll honeymoon in Damascus, enjoy the healing powers of the Blue Mosque.
Maybe to Tehran. It has a peaceful, soothing breeze.
If all goes right, we might even go to Pyongyang. I heard that it’s nice this time of year. It’s best not to wait until the winter, when the Yalu River freezes.
Dick Cheney smirked at me.
I know that he went on his way, without stopping.
To smirk at the beautiful people.
Mark, Andre, Grisham, Lindsay, Joe, Gayle; they’ve all been graced by his smirk.
And although they each paid 2,000 dollars for the privilege,
I am sure, sure, sure, positive beyond doubt,
That the smirks they bought at that fancy lunch,
Could never compare to the tender, tender smirk that I received,
From my loving vice-president.
On the grass at the side of the road.

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