A Yellow Cake Walk

[Martin Eden]

38. I joined DU in 2002 when Bush/Cheney were beating the war drums to invade Iraq

DU was a great source for specific factual information on the systematic campaign of lies to implement the PNAC agenda to invade Iraq. With few exceptions, mainstream media news acted like stenographers for the false claims emanating from the White House Iraq Group. Judith Miller of the NYT was among the worst, but we here at DU knew better ... and were proven right!

In Feb 2003 I attended my first anti-war protest, in downtown Chicago. One of the best speakers was a young state senator named Barack Obama.

On March 15, I traveled to our nation's Capitol to join 100,000 protesting against the imminent invasion of Iraq. At one point a small group of counter-protesters starting chanting SUPPORT OUR TROOPS, SUPPORT OUR TROOPS. I joined their chant, but changed it to SUPPORT OUR TROOPS, BRING THEM HOME!. Very soon others joined me, and we drowned them out.

Every time I see a TV commercial pleading for donations to help veterans crippled in body and soul from the bloody wars of choice launched by Bush/Cheney, my old anger wells up in me. They and others in their lying cabal deserve to be in prison for war crimes, not leading lives of wealth and privilege with zero consequences for carnage and grief they caused.

When Dim Son Bush left office, I wrote this poem for what I would like to say to his face if I could:

I'd tell you to go fuck yourself
But that is much too kind
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 could never make you think
Or feel, 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

When you finally leave this earth
You fucked over oh so well
If there is a God and afterlife
You're going straight to hell