Green Energy
- No Doubt Obama’s Conclusion Would Be We Need Only 10% Of The Guns We Have
The XM25 RifleThe U.S. Army is testing a new rifle in Afghanistan. Known as the XM25, the new gun weighs about 13 pounds and fires a 25 mm round. The truly innovative idea embedded in the rifle is the bullet. Instead of having...
- White House Officials Debate Releasing Photographs Of Bin Laden’s Corpse
The Obama administration has photographs of Osama bin Laden’s dead body and officials are debating what to do with them and whether they should be released to the public, officials tell ABC News. “There’s no doubt it’s him,” says a US official...
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British Soldier Shot in the Face by the Taliban . . . Spits Out The Bullet From Weasel Zippers: (Daily Mail)- A brave British soldier who was shot in the face by the Taliban spat out the bullet – then walked nearly two miles for treatment before...
- The Boomerang Efffect
And with a good result: Eye for an Eye: Arab Attacker Killed by his Own Rock (IsraelNN.com) A Palestinian Authority Arab who stoned cars in Samaria was killed by one of his own rocks, police have concluded. A Jewish man held in connection with the death...
- A Different Christmas Poem
Someone just e-mailed me this poem that also certainly qualifies as a Thanksgiving Day poem: The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside...
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You Got A Bullet In Your Head
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow the rules when the set commands ya
They said it was blue
When the boold was red
That's is how you got a bullet blasted through your head
Blasted through your head
Blasted through your head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched at the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before you realize
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
Play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they are tellin' ya
Buying all the products that they are selling ya
They say jump
Ya say how high
Ya brain dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in your head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head
- No Doubt Obama’s Conclusion Would Be We Need Only 10% Of The Guns We Have
The XM25 RifleThe U.S. Army is testing a new rifle in Afghanistan. Known as the XM25, the new gun weighs about 13 pounds and fires a 25 mm round. The truly innovative idea embedded in the rifle is the bullet. Instead of having...
- White House Officials Debate Releasing Photographs Of Bin Laden’s Corpse
The Obama administration has photographs of Osama bin Laden’s dead body and officials are debating what to do with them and whether they should be released to the public, officials tell ABC News. “There’s no doubt it’s him,” says a US official...
-
British Soldier Shot in the Face by the Taliban . . . Spits Out The Bullet From Weasel Zippers: (Daily Mail)- A brave British soldier who was shot in the face by the Taliban spat out the bullet – then walked nearly two miles for treatment before...
- The Boomerang Efffect
And with a good result: Eye for an Eye: Arab Attacker Killed by his Own Rock (IsraelNN.com) A Palestinian Authority Arab who stoned cars in Samaria was killed by one of his own rocks, police have concluded. A Jewish man held in connection with the death...
- A Different Christmas Poem
Someone just e-mailed me this poem that also certainly qualifies as a Thanksgiving Day poem: The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside...