Blood in the street up to my ankles ...

Thanks!

a W.C. Fields movie?

One of Groucho's aliases.

Groucho played the President of Freedonia. Excellent political satire.

Didn't Groucho once say Nixon should be assassinated? Wonder what he'd say about Bush? Poor guy would be in Gitmo...

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Peace Frog

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
She came
Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee
She came
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
She came
Blood on the rise, it's following me
Think about the break of day

She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

She came
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
She came
Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh
She came
Yeah the river runs red down the legs of a city
She came
The women are crying red rivers of weepin'

She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me

-- The Doors

And we're both a little older
The unknown soldier

Breakfast where the news is read
Television children fed
Unborn living, living, dead
Bullet strikes the helmet's head

And it's all over
For the unknown soldier
It's all over
For the unknown soldier

Hut
Hut
Hut ho hee up
Hut
Hut
Hut ho hee up
Hut
Hut
Hut ho hee up
Comp'nee
Halt
Preeee-zent!
Arms!

Make a grave for the unknown soldier
Nestled in your hollow shoulder
The unknown soldier

Breakfast where the news is read
Television children fed
Bullet strikes the helmet's head

And, it's all over
The war is over
It's all over
The war is over
Well, all over, baby
All over, baby
Oh, over, yeah
All over, baby
Wooooo, hah-hah
All over
All over, baby
Oh, woa-yeah
All over
All over
Heeeeyyyy

on November 2nd, 2004.

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend the end
Of our elaborate plans the end
Of everything that stands the end
No safety or surprise the end
I'll never look into your eyes again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need
Of some strangers' hand
In a desperate land

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane

43: Father?

41: Yes, son.

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I didn't include the Oedipal section because I didn't think it was relevant. How wrong I was!

Mother, I want to .... eat you, yeah, eat you all night long.

(I think that's called an Edible Complex.)

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"A Silver-Lining View of George Bush's Not Attending Military Funerals, Lest He Become Associated With Bad News"

From December 1, 2003

At least there's no Bush eulogy
On why they had to die.
It's better that they're laid to rest
Without another lie.

Calvin Trillin.

From "Oblivously On He Sails", a book which I keep reading, and which has some incisive and painful quotes.

by Thom Hartmann

The two words we never hear in the corporate media's discussion of Iraq are "oil" and "nationalism." Yet these are the keys to understanding why we got into Iraq, why we only want "limited" involvement from the U.N., why we won't succeed in stopping attacks against us in Iraq, and why George W. Bush's crony capitalism and aircraft-carrier-landing phony-warrior drama have so terribly harmed our nation and set up a disaster for our children's generation. ...

http://www.commondreams.org/views03/0904-11.htm