Baby Killer


There were no parades

When Joe came home

They spit on him instead

Baby Killer! Baby Killer!

Shouts Ringing in his ears

Not one pat on the back for Joe

No thank yous for a job well done

Why couldn’t he tune in, turn on, tune out

Burn his card and run away to Canada

A bomb disguised as a child took out his company

He lost his left ear, and gained a purple heart

War bruised his heart to the point of a violet hue

 

 

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Just a Good Ol’ Boy Or a Hippie-RANT


marinerebelsFirst and foremost let me start off this rant by saying that Abe Lincoln is My Hero, it is by modeling my studies after him that I have become educated. I chase education, and I believe everyone should have that right.

Now…

This Confederate Flag Shame Game going on in the United States. The Rebel Flag Is a Part of History, The South was once a separate part of The US, Before it Became the United States of America.  They were fighting to preserve their way of life, their government and society. The problem with South’s society was Slavery, and  that needed to be abolished. It was not the Flag, Years, even Centuries after the war was won, their was still shameless bigotry, and an unfair hatred towards men simply because their skin was dark. The Confederate Flag did not do this in 1960, people did.

Oh and did I neglect to mention that The Confederacy lost the war, and that The Union Soldiers helped themselves to much of their farmland while they were off in battle.  They Did Not Receive a Heroes Welcome after the war was over. They came home to loss of crops, land, and sometimes loss of families.

This was however an important war, and I am forever grateful that the oppressed were granted their freedom.

 

In the 1960’s and early ’70’s  Another hugely Unpopular War was waging on In Vietnam that US Troops were involved in. Public Opinion of this war was highly unfavourable. The US Gave it all they could i the Jungles of Vietnam but eventually came back home defeated. There was not a Heroes welcome for Them either. There were people burning flags and protesting the war though out.

 

There will always be war as long as there are idiots around to throw stones at the playground. The way we choose to remember it is up to us. We can glorify it, or we can look behind the curtain and pay attention to the man pushing the buttons.

 

 

 

A Night In The Park


Vietnam War
Vietnam War (Photo credit: San Diego Air & Space Museum Archives)

 

 

I was part of the original Occupy Movement in Chicago. It was August, 1968. We were in Chicago, Illinois and tensions ran high in the park.

 

 

 

The Democratic national Convention was slated to proceed in Chicago that year, and The National Guard would not stand for a group of Free Thinking ,Long Haired Freaks who wanted to exercise their Right to Assemble, not to mention their Freedom of Speech to protest the ongoing conflict in Vietnam.

 

 

 

There were about 15,000 of us gathered there in Lincoln Park that Hot August Night. We wanted an End To The War. Plain and Simple. We Wanted Peace.  The Establishment saw it a different way. They put their own spin on it. We were beaten down by Police batons, barraged with tear gas, it was as if The Vietnam war here in Chicago and we were the so called enemy combatant.  Didn’t they expect us to fight back? Sure they did. They incited the riot. We didn’t have weapons, batons, tear gas, and guns. What the hell were we supposed to do. just lay down and let them beat us? We were a for Peace and wanted an end to the War, but we weren’t stupid and they knew it. The majority of us were educated, college students. They knew that we would not allow them to infringe upon our rights, nor outright kill us.

 

 

 

They say you can’t fight City Hall, and it’s true. The bastards bound and gagged one of my brothers to a chair, put a bunch of us on trial for inciting riots. All of this because we messed up their Party in Chicago by telling the truth. Never trust a Politician, even the very best ones are Liars, and they will always do what it takes to come out on top.

 

 

 

Violet Hue


There were no parades

When Joe came home

They spit on him instead

Baby Killer! Baby Killer!

Shouts Ringing in his ears

Not one pat on the back for Joe

No thank yous for a job well done

Why couldn’t he tune in, turn on, tune out

Burn his card and run away to Canada

A bomb disguised as a child took out his company

He lost his left ear, and gained a purple heart

War bruised his heart to the point of a violet hue

 

 

Hot August Night-Grendel Louis


Vietnam War
Vietnam War (Photo credit: San Diego Air & Space Museum Archives)

 

I was part of the original Occupy Movement in Chicago. It was August, 1968. We were in Chicago, Illinois and tensions ran high in the park.

 

 

 

The Democratic national Convention was slated to proceed in Chicago that year, and The National Guard would not stand for a group of Free Thinking ,Long Haired Freaks who wanted to exercise their Right to Assemble, not to mention their Freedom of Speech to protest the ongoing conflict in Vietnam.

 

 

 

There were about 15,000 of us gathered there in Lincoln Park that Hot August Night. We wanted an End To The War. Plain and Simple. We Wanted Peace.  The Establishment saw it a different way. They put their own spin on it. We were beaten down by Police batons, barraged with tear gas, it was as if The Vietnam war here in Chicago and we were the so called enemy combatant.  Didn’t they expect us to fight back? Sure they did. They incited the riot. We didn’t have weapons, batons, tear gas, and guns. What the hell were we supposed to do. just lay down and let them beat us? We were a for Peace and wanted an end to the War, but we weren’t stupid and they knew it. The majority of us were educated, college students. They knew that we would not allow them to infringe upon our rights, nor outright kill us.

 

 

 

They say you can’t fight City Hall, and it’s true. The bastards bound and gagged one of my brothers to a chair, put a bunch of us on trial for inciting riots. All of this because we messed up their Party in Chicago by telling the truth. Never trust a Politician, even the very best ones are Liars, and they will always do what it takes to come out on top.