Town of Braintree

why?

so someone could take a shot at him?
like it or not he's the guy.if something happens to george,we're saddled with Cheney,heart condition and all.time to knock it off.

By THO

Why Be Crude Fight War My Ass

Fight War My Ass!
Blip, blip, blip you creatures are really snowballed, aren't you?
---------------------(Blip, Blip, Blip, are you well)

Over 1200 American Soldiers DEAD IN ACTION and over 8500 American Soldiers severely injured in action in Iraq fighting GEORGE's WAR!
There isn't an Iraqui who ever was a threat to USA homeland as terrorist.------------------------------------------(How do you know that Homer, sorry Wooly?)


OSL (OBL)was and still should be our target in Afghan and Paki lands.---------------------------------------------(He is in IRAN waiting for his bomb parts to be put together to bring to America)

GEORGE is using us you dopes!
If and when, Heaven forbid, it's your son or daughter brought home in a box, maybe you'll wake the Hell up! -----------------------------(Would you prefer battles in IRAQ or Braintree)

Meanwhile, subject yourselves to backhand boob searches and crotch searches by some TSA official you've never met before and think safer as a result!------------------------------------------------------------(From the sound of it you might enjoy a boob search as you put it, if introduced first its o.k., right)

Over $700 TRILLION tax dollar deficit and over $280 BILLION in Iraq and you say, we need him here fighting war against terrorism? Woe! --------------------------------------------------------------------------(Tax cut to stimulate the economy and it worked!)




By Iraq fighting GEORGE's WAR

Americas Best :The Sheepdogs


A Vietnam Vet named Russ sent this poem my way. Interesting take on the role of the military in our society.

The Sheepdogs
Most humans truly are like sheep
Wanting nothing more than peace to keep
To graze, grow fat and raise their young,
Sweet taste of clover on the tongue.
Their lives serene upon Life?’s farm,
They sense no threat nor fear no harm.
On verdant meadows, they forage free
With naught to fear, with naught to flee.
They pay their sheepdogs little heed
For there is no threat; there is no need.

To the flock, sheepdog?’s are mysteries,
Roaming watchful round the peripheries.
These fang-toothed creatures bark, they roar
With the fetid reek of the carnivore,
Too like the wolf of legends told,
To be amongst our docile fold.
Who needs sheepdogs? What good are they?
They have no use, not in this day.
Lock them away, out of our sight
We have no need of their fierce might.

But sudden in their midst a beast
Has come to kill, has come to feast
The wolves attack; they give no warning
Upon that calm September morning
They slash and kill with frenzied glee
Their passive helpless enemy
Who had no clue the wolves were there
Far roaming from their Eastern lair.
Then from the carnage, from the rout,
Comes the cry, ?“Turn the sheepdogs out!?”

Thus is our nature but too our plight
To keep our dogs on leashes tight
And live a life of illusive bliss
Hearing not the beast, his growl, his hiss.
Until he has us by the throat,
We pay no heed; we take no note.
Not until he strikes us at our core
Will we unleash the Dogs of War
Only having felt the wolf pack?’s wrath
Do we loose the sheepdogs on its path.
And the wolves will learn what we?’ve shown before;
We love our sheep, we Dogs of War.

Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division
Vietnam 65-66

By graze, grow fat and raise their

MORE FROM RUSS VAUGHN




MORE FROM RUSS VAUGHN
You media pansies may squeal and may squirm,
But a fightin?’ man knows that the way to confirm,
That some jihadist bastard truly is dead,
Is a brain-tappin?’ round fired into his head.
To hell with some weenie with his journalist degree
Safe away from the combat, tryin?’ to tell me,
I should check him for breathin,?’ examine his eyes.
Nope, I?’m punchin?’ his ticket to Muj paradise.
-------------Fightin?’ WordsWritten by Russ Vaughn
To hell with you wimps from your Ivy League schools,
Sittin?’ far from the war tellin?’ me about rules
And preachin?’ to me your wrong-headed contention
That I should observe the Geneva Convention,
Which doesn?’t apply to a terrorist scum
So evil and cruel their own people run from,
Cold-blooded killers who love to behead,
Shove that mother?’ Geneva, I?’m leavin?’ em dead.

You slick talkingheads may preach, preen, and prattle,
But you?’re damn well not here in the thick of the battle.
It?’s chaotic, confusin?’ it all comes at you fast,
So it?’s Muj checkin?’ out because I?’m going to last.
Yeah, I?’ll last through this fight and send his rear away
To his fat ugly virgins while I?’m still in play.
If you journalist weenies think that?’s cold, cruel, and crass,
Then pucker up sweeties, kiss a fightin?’ man?’s ass.

Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division
Vietnam 65-66



About the Writer: Russ has a 40-year affiliation with the military, directly and as a retired health care marketer. He spent six years as a paratrooper with the 82nd and the 101st Airborne, and earned the Combat Infantry Badge in Vietnam with the 101st. Russ receives e-mail at lkv@direcway.com.


By jihadist bastard truly is dead,