http://www.commondreams.org/views04/1222-32.htmA Message from Eminem and His Generation
by Jacqueline Marcus “…Let the President answer on high anarchy
Strap him with AK-47, let him go
Fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our soil
No more psychological warfare to trick us to think that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes, it's all lies, the stars and stripes
They've been swiped, washed out and wiped,
And Replaced with his own face, mosh now or die" — Eminem, “Mosh”
There’s a tidal wave rising of discontent among the younger generations. Despite the corporate media’s Extreme Makeover of the daily, horrific disasters in Iraq, a storm of rebellion is growing from inside the military and all across America. Young people are realizing the shameful reality that they’ve been hoodwinked, bamboozled. The Bush administration orchestrated the theft of a country in the name of freedom and democracy.
Rumsfeld continues to repeat that they are making progress in Iraq. And yet, everyone knows that Iraq is the very definition of chaos. Over 100,000 Iraqi civilians have died, mostly children, from Bush’s “theft of Iraq.” They thought it was going to be like stealing candy from a baby, a “cakewalk.” Ten thousand U.S. soldiers are maimed for life and nearly 1,200 and counting have died.
Young men and women are being used as ammunition for the Oil and Defense corporations, like Halliburton. As Eminem put it, “No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our soil / No more psychological warfare to trick us to think that we ain't loyal.”
They’re waking up. And they have a message for this Corporate-Diebold-President, the only candidate in history who had to rely on cheating machines for the Presidential debates and for his votes: FIGHT YOUR OWN DIRTY WAR.
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http://www.commondreams.org/views04/1222-32.htmI live in Washington state, close enough to Canada. Although I am not of draft age, I have dear friends who are. Perhaps it's time we start planning the 21st century version of The Underground Railroad. Before one kid gets drafted, I want to see the bush* family brats suited up and shipped out, and that includes the slut-muffin alkie twins.