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Sunday, October 31, 2010

Will You Walk Again? [Today's News Poem, October 31, 2010]

Will You Walk Again? [Today's News Poem, October 31, 2010]

True, there are many who think of the aftermath;
Weeping, yet filled with a sense of adventure,
Bold curiosity—that sort of thinking.

I've long considered death by disaster:
The bullets, explosions—friends who've gone mad—
And never thought that goodness could survive

Hunger or loneliness; much less the panic.
Everything happens—must happen—and moments
Simply are judgments confirming the worthy

And worthlessness, based off one's actions
With graves to assort us, by faction.

"The last of the Kennedy old guard, Sorensen was a tireless defender of his legacy. Never, privately or publicly in the years since, did he take credit for the words or actions that made the 35th President an icon of the office."
— Adam Sorensen, Time, Sunday, Oct. 31, 2010,8599,2028527,00.html

"The relationship between the atomic bomb and postwar popular culture is as intimate as it is complex. It stretches right back to the almost contemporaneous invention of the teenager, in the winter of 1944, as the new model of youth: this product-hungry, pleasure-seeking individual was the perfect person to inhabit the new psychology of a world that could be blown up at any moment."
—Jon Savage,, Sunday 31 October 2010 21.31 GMT

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State of the Union [CombatWords Story Repost, October 30, 2010]

State of the Union [CombatWords, October 30, 2010]

Once upon a time, criminals controlled America. And America? She was dying. And instead of renewing herself with a culture of life, she became increasingly obsessed with the culture of death. The death of honest work. The death of the American Dream... death of the Constitution—death of the very way of life and culture that had once made America so great. Life was expendable in those dark times and theft was the rule, not the exception. Honest people lived in terror, while murderers, thieves, propagandists and rapists dominated the courts, streets, media and even the presidency.

America was tired. It was tired and it had gotten lazy. The culture of death made criminals into heroes and honest, hard working citizens seem like fools. Young people learned to idolize the worst elements society had to offer. And then, on September Eleventh, two thousand and one, everything changed. Three million Americans perished in a single cloud of flame, when terrorists did the unthinkable and detonated a nuclear bomb in New York City.

But New York City survived. America rebuilt an exact replica her crown jewel. All save the World Trade Towers, as a symbol to ensure Americans never forgot that tragic day. Their loss is the permanent scar from a wound that will never close. Yet the pain from that scar reminded America that it was still alive! Real Americans took their country back.

Not surprisingly, the culture of death perished and a culture of life was revitalized. And now, America is optimistic again, working under a common vision. We took socialists at their word and put them to work in our factories, farms, and brothels for service men. Terrorist races were executed under the tragic, but necessary suspension of habeas corpus. America destroyed her enemies before her enemies destroyed her from the inside out.

Although much of the world still rallies against humanity's last, greatest hope, America has outlasted many terrorist civilizations and terrorist ideologies. And we're not alone in our quest to defend freedom. Our friends are stronger than ever; London, Greater Israel, and Australia have joined the coalition of the willing. We have liberated Canada, the former Latin American nations, and Europa—including The Fatherland—and laid ruin to Peking Man and the Mohammadan hordes. Americans live longer than ever and that's no surprise since we're the world's biggest importer of human organs. And we work harder than ever. What's in the secret sauce Uncle Sam? It's freedom my friends, freedom.

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Esprit De Corps [#twitterfoundpoem, October 31, 2010]

Esprit De Corps [#twitterfoundpoem, October 31, 2010]

It is only 11am and I am already exhausted.
my esprit de corps is depleted.
meds help...but I will be haunted
by the memory of the Holy Spirit everyday.

I love your eyes...
I'll take them!
my Spirit eyes are already depleted!
don't believe in karma?
Thats the spirit!
bring me more meds and your eyes...
more community spirit and less inequality...
Thats the spirit!
I love my karma
but I love your eyes more!
I'll take them!
Thats the spirit!

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