Before this is over they will be selling Lynndie England dolls for kids...

this Christmas.

Complete with a dog collar for when junior has friends over.

Or will everyone have flushed it down the memory hole
just another one week wonder in the spin cycle.

Will people be talking about it two months from now?

Or will people look at you like your crazy for just suggesting
that the occupation is any thing but a complex candy delivery
system for the children of Iraq.

Don't forget the new paint on the schools not bad for 150 billion.

At least a substantial part of it seem to have gone into some kind of Psychosis.

I'm not joking.

with all the Mercury, PCB's, and Lead in our water..not to mention the Arsenic.

Anything could happen.

Anything.

The more sick and crazy the more likely it seems.

"Power corrupts-absolute power corrupts absolutely".

toward something so awful that I would never conceive that it could happen in my life time.

Mean while most of the passengers are looking out the windows commenting on the beautiful scenery.

anyone else got this feeling.

It's like some kind of foreboding I can't quite put my finger on it but it's real to me.

Bound for Hell

Well, faith flies off the mountain everyday
No parachute, and no crash to see
Yes, my faith flies off a mountain everyday
And there's no parachute, no goddamn crash to see
Fly the little monkey up a telegraph pole
Sending out a signal to somebody, somebody
Somebody, please somebody

I want to hear a song that makes me believe in something
I want to hear a song that makes me believe something
I want to hear a song that makes me believe
There's something to believe in
I want to hear a song that makes me believe

Had a dream...

I was riding on a train that wasn't bound for glory
Riding on a train, the train was bound for hell
Riding on a train that wasn't bound for glory, that's for sure
Riding on a train that's bound for hell

The engine with human blood was damp
The headlight was her brimstone lamp
And then for fuel I shoveled in bones
and the furnace roared with a thousand groans

The tank was filled with lager beer
The devil himself was engineer
The passengers were a mixed up crew
The churchman in his battered suit

The rich in broadcloth, poor in rags
Handsome girls, wrinkled hags
Black men, yellow, red and white
Chained together, fearful sight

The dream was storming at full pace
The sulfer fumes burned hands and face
Wilder and wilder the country grew
Faster and faster the engine flew

Loud and terrible thunder crashed
Whiter brighter lighing flash
Hotter still the air became
So clothes will burn from each shrinking frame

There came a fearfull ear-splitting yell...
Yell Satan: "dance, the next stop's hell"
Twas then the passengers shrieked with pain
And begged the devil to stop the train
Stop this train

He shrieked and roared, and grinned with glee
And mocked and laughed at their misery
"My friends you've bought your seats on this road,
I've got to get through with a complete load"

You've pulled in the weak, you've cheated the poor
You starving tramp, you turned from the door
You've up gold till your purses bust
You've give a beastly lust

You've mocked at god in your hellful pride
You've killed and you've cheated, and plundered and lied
You've come across men and you've swore and you've stole
Not a one in body and soul
Body and soul

So you've paid full fare and I'll carry you through
If there's one
And here's a time when I ain't no liar
A land that will save you, a land of fire
And your flesh will scorch in the flames that roar
You'll sizzle and burn from

And I awake with a thrilling cry
My were clothes were wet, my hair stood high
And I prayed as I've never until that hour
To be saved from hell and the devil's power

At present my vows were not in vain
That I payed no fare on that hellbound train

Wild song

I have a feeling that we`re at the end of the line- literally. Damned spooky feeling.

n/t

her troubled childhood because of divorce then teenage drug use
and maybe a teen pregnancy ending with an abortion.
Then a lesbian affair to seal the deal.

The movie almost writes itself.

ROFL!

should see them online within a week or two . . . and my othere guess is that they'll sell . . .

on edit: we'll also likely see a deck of playing cards featuring the torture photos . . .

You could get the Abu Ghraib dollhouse, complete with locking cells and metal bunks suitable for restraint devices.

Lynddie comes with the coveted leash&collar accessory, whereas Grainer has a full set of electrodes suitable for anatomical attachments. Each prisoner doll is anatomically correct, comes with a color-coordinated hood accessory, and a unique Iraqi name. Collect them all!

with happy meals and fun packs.