POETIC JUSTICE: senate

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Neville Chamberlain:
"My good friends, for the second time in our history, a British Prime Minister has returned from Germany bringing peace with honour. I believe it is peace for our time...Go home and get a nice quiet sleep." Sept. 30, 1938
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Winston Churchill:
"Owing to the neglect of our defences and the mishandling of the German problem in the last five years, we seem to be very near the bleak choice between War and Shame. My feeling is that we shall choose Shame, and then have War thrown in a little later, on even more adverse terms than at present." Winston Churchill in a letter to Lord Moyne, 1938

(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

We have at last managed to turn up here,
Arriving so near again to our hope filled pain.
Trusting was our finite howler;
Waiting on frauds to usher in our word.
Let us question this; our recent path.
Let us notice its pebbles of truth
Shattered and scattered along the edge.
Peace with principle, it seems, shall not be,
So let us trust ourselves to forge anew.

“No! Damn them! Damn them all to hell!”
“We’ve done our part! They’ll abandon us no more!”
“I’m tired of their games! We’ve now lost our way!”
“To hell with power and deceit and endless war!”

Forge an alternative, not lay down with these wolves
Then sucking at their bloody fangs in our defeat.
Stand up now! Rise up! Wake my friends! Stir
Your next boil and look ahead of war and greed
And gutless indifference of the enemies of truth.

“No! No! Damn them! Damn them! Damn them!”
“We’ve bled enough only to have this spawn!”
“Yes! Enough! There’s no more we can possibly do!”
“Yes! To hell with power and blood and their oily con!”

Let us not, in the course of that last bleak choice
Between an endless war and our great shame,
Choose dishonor’s tawdry whip,
Nor choose the wretched blood of warfare,
Instead let us choose to rise again
With the same minds that brought us
So near to our hope filled burning.
The men and women fight the war over there
Knowing we’ll lunge in battle for them here!
Set straight thy bending will and vigor,
Align your minds and breathe, yet again,
The air that shall not forsake you!

“Yes! We must not allow them to defeat us!”
“Yes! Let us march and bray upon the streets!”
“We must choose a new path, a new leadership!”
“Yes! To hell with power and war and deceit!”

March ever onward toward the ruffled truth,
Seeking new paths that will lead us to peace.
Do not allow their weakness to parade as power.
O! What challenges us only strengthens our resolve!
Knock the will of truth into their sporadic souls,
For, when faced with resistance, their lips
Shall split open with a new accord…
And then we’ll say,

“To hell with this god awful war!”

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Webb Shows Bush the Door (Video)

Jim Webb of Virginia was selected to give the Democratic response to Bush's SoTU, and boy, did they make the right choice. Webb hit all the right notes, his points impressive and unassailable. Rather than even dignify the fearmongering and drawing of parallels of 9/11 to aggression in the Middle East, Webb just pointed out that the Democrats are representing the will of the people in their desire to see an end to the quagmire and that if Bush didn't want to listen to the people that put him in office, the Democrats would lead him to the will of the people.
"If he does, we will join him. If he does not, we will be showing him the way."

Hagel Gives `em Hell (Video)

"I don't think we've ever had a coherent strategy. In fact, I would even challenge the administration today to show us the plan that the president talked about the other night. There is no plan. I happen to know that Pentagon planners were on their way to Central Com over the weekend -- they haven't even Team B'ed this plan.... There is no strategy. This is a ping-pong game with American lives.... We'd better be damned sure what we're doing, all of us, before we put 22,000 more lives into that grinder.... and I want every one of you, every one of us, 100 senators to look in that camera, and you tell your people back home what you think. Don't hide any more, none of us."

THE TWO HORSEMEN

POET
The trumpet sounds above their dark village
And the slope of wet desire moves them nearer,
Breathing hotly upon the newly expectant spirits
The nighttime sounds of yearning fill the air.
MAN
Is it them?
O! I hope they’re here!
Do they approach?
O! I pray they’ll come?
POET
Tonight the two horsemen are said to be imminent,
Riding fast, their steeds strapped with blazing purpose
Ready to liberate the lands seaward sons and daughters,
Mend the torn away air and smooth the towering loss…
WOMAN
Sentry? Tell us what you hear!
Speak of what you see?
Is it the horsemen?
Are they beautiful saviors?
SENTRY
The horsemen are mortal men born out of our desire,
Our wish for someone willing to speak with certainty
And not cower of the prowling beast’s oppression,
To dispute the salvo of war-jawed tales of terror.
MAN
We don’t need you thinking!
We need you seeing and hearing
You blubbering idiot!
Now do you see them or-
SENTRY
Yes! Yes! They come!
I see two riders!
POET
The streets erupt in joyous hoorahs and release.
Yes. It has been said that the two horsemen
Shall transport the people's bleeding liberty home
And right the tumbling and despotic vessel.
So it is said…
SENTRY
No! No!
Oh! My God!
There are more than two!
WOMAN
More than two?
MAN
How many?
SENTRY
Oh, Jesus…
MAN
How many!
SENTRY
Thousands…
WOMAN
A thousand beautiful horsemen?
SENTRY
No. Many thousands.
MAN
Horsemen born out of our desire...

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Poetic Justice Pictures

WAR AND SHAME

THE TWO HORSEMEN