Sunday Silliness

I am going to try and post something that could, at least, possibly be taken for humour every Sunday.  Most likely it will be an image from the Dollar Vigilante, like this week, or something from the Reality Zone.  They do a good job of providing some humor with their reality.

Thanks Jeff Berwick for sending this little gem to your subscribers.

The Original post can be found here: http://www.dollarvigilante.com/blog/2012/2/17/governments-and-statists-are-an-anachronism.html

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The Lives of the Occupied

From Lewrockwell.com: The Pentagon Doesn’t Want You to Read This

The Lives of the Occupied

by Andrew Mason

Recently by Andrew Mason: Military Life Is Easy

The invaders set up camp on the outskirts of our village a week ago. A few days later, their tanks began rolling down our streets with their turrets traversing from left to right and only stopping to point there cannons at anyone crossing the roads. A few of the villagers responded with anger. They grabbed their rifles and rocket launchers ready to use force to repel this act of aggression. The troops came to recruit police officers and soldiers to help provide “security” for the new government. Checkpoints were set up at every other street corner. What did we do to deserve this? All we want is peace and to be left alone not guns pointed in our faces with soldiers at every street corner questioning our every move. While driving to the market, to pick up some food, I was stopped at a checkpoint. There stood three soldiers and a giant armored vehicle three times the height, and twice the length of my car. While staring into my vehicle one of their translators shouted a series of questions, “Where are you going? What is this in your trunk? Do you have any weapons? You say you have nothing to hide?” They clearly thought I might have been hiding something from them. A soldier pulled me out of my car and searched my body. He started combing through my hair with his fingers. Completely frightened, I asked what they were looking for. He barked something at me in his strange dialect and kicked my legs apart. He patted me down and across my torn and threw his knife-shaped hand into my crotch. The other soldiers whipped out their knives and ripped apart my car’s interior only leaving the seat’s metal frames. They motioned me to leave so I limped back to the car and drove off. This event happened at least multiple times a week, sometimes daily. Of course, it was a little easier for them the following times since they had already wreaked havoc on the inside of my car. I only pray that they don’t harm me or my family.

The first villagers who took up arms against the invaders fired mortar rounds into the invaders’ encampment. Some of soldiers at the checkpoint next to the market spotted the flashes evacuating the mortar tubes. The occupiers sent armored vehicles down to the house and ripped through its walls with machine gun fire. The men inside the house were killed.

The next day the multiple convoys of troops swept through our village. They were looking for mortar tubes, rockets, and other explosives. A group of soldiers kicked down my door and ran into the living room pointing their guns at my family and me. I was pulled out by my hair into the street. A translator asked if I had any explosives or weapons in the home. I didn’t. They proceeded to rip apart my home by flipping over the couches and throwing about all of my family’s personal effects. The translator informed me they found nothing but I had to be taken back to their encampment for questioning. My hands were forcefully zip-tied together behind my back and a black cloth was thrown over my face. I was then thrown in the back of truck with other people from my village. Some of the men were crying and begging for god’s help. Some were pissing all over themselves. Others pledged revenge.

We arrived at the military base and were lined up next to each other. We were individually taken into a room for questioning. Many of the men were detained there for days while the rest of us were allowed to go back to our homes. I later discovered that almost every male for age 15-45 were taken from the village that day. Once again, others plotted to use force against the invaders.

I woke up the next morning to the sounds of rockets being fired over our village. I rushed outside and saw that they were exploding somewhere inside the military encampment. Then my sight went black. I woke up in the middle of the street. The four houses around me were demolished. I looked towards my home which had also in ruin. My wife and children were under the rubble. Grabbing each piece of rubble and throwing it wildly into the street; I searched for my family. I asked a couple of others running frantically looking for their loved ones what happened. They said the army responded to the rocket attack by sending a barrage of mortars into the village. They missed.

I found my wife and children dead. They were crushed under the rubble of our home. A patrol of soldiers came and tried to compensate my losses with money. I refused to take it. No amount of money could possibly bring back my family or my home. There were others in the village that lost family and friends to the bomb-driven slaughter. We have all lost the will to live. We’re getting guns and promising retribution.

This could have been a story written by an Afghani, or an Iraqi but it was written by me. I was part of that occupying force in Iraq. I put myself in the shoes of a person on the other side of our guns. Some of the events in this story I personally witnessed, and others are the stories of what other veterans have seen. I hope and pray one day that all Americans are capable of exercising empathy and are able come to the logical conclusion that violence only produces more violence.

Blowback is real and it is perpetual in the lives of the millions across the globe. However, there is one presidential candidate who has vowed to end it. Vote Ron Paul to help end this vicious cycle.

January 10, 2012

Andrew Mason [send him mail] is a former corporal in the U.S.M.C.

Secret Documents Reveal US Atrocities And Give Insight Into “Why They Hate Us”

I previously commented on a piece of shit article from the NYT. It is only fair to show a great article, even if it is only 1 out of every 69 articles that are actually worth a shit. Every now and then the NYT comes out with a truly superb article that brings to light something that is both very important and was hidden at the same time. Then they never follow up on it, and everything surrounding it is complete shit. I haven’t got my finger on the pulse of the NYT, but this article is one of those great ones.

Junkyard Gives Up Secret Accounts of Massacre in Iraq

Now, this article completely documents what Americans with a brain have known for a long time: we have killed millions of civilians and our war machines that rain death upon a country are not perceived to be “goodwill ambassadors” by those abroad.  The question is, and of course dear reader you already know the answer, “Why doesn’t the MSM allow this to become a truthful meme?  Why is it unpopular, and even ridiculed, when someone in the punditry (or a presidential candidate) suggests these very facts: We killed many innocent civilians, our government officials (elected and unelected) and our military leaders are continuously lying to us (while using our money to implement these policies of terror), our polices of aggression are not winning hearts and minds, the families and friends of those we kill resent us and resort to violence in order to defend themselves or to retaliate, and that we are creating more terrorists than existed before?