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Saturday, July 01, 2006

ALL SHOOK UP

I was not amused or touched by the
endless footage and stories
of bush playing around at elvis' home, graceland.
I was disgusted.
C'mon,
Don't Be Cruel.

As a concerned citizen,
I just want to remind you, mr. pressevent,
that at that exact same moment you were photo-oping
there were hundreds of thousands
of mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters,
aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews,
lovers, sons, daughters and friends
who were terrified about the welfare of their
loved ones in this bloody war that you love so much.
There are the thousands of others who are still
mourning ones who have already been killed,
and always will.
These are PEOPLE, not just numbers, not just "troops".
Are You Lonesome Tonight?
Because THEY ARE.

When Fools Rush In to a war that benefits
the senders and not the citizens,
Suspicious Minds question
all of the bloodshed,
all of the costs,
all of the lies,
everything,
that we are paying for,
and we are paying YOU for.
Your Cheating Heart may be OK with it,
but the rest of us might be a little more
honest about the situation..
This is not OK.

There is a Heartbreak Hotel in every town all over
the south of people who lost everything in Katrina.
(That was an awful hurricane that wiped out part
of the poor south, mr. pressevent,
in case you've forgotten, alot of people died, the rest
lost everything they had? Last year? Remember?).
They still have no homes,
they still have nothing,
oh wait, didn't you guys decide to stop funding the hotels
for the Katrina refugees yet offering no real alternative?
Right, my mistake, never mind.

Lisa Marie, Priscilla?
If they want to give a tour to any happy fan,
that's cool, it's their home,
But isn't your house supposed to be the white one?
That one that we pay for and is supposed to represent
the best interest of the people?

I paid for you to dance around at graceland,
and I am NOT happy about that,
when there are hundreds of thousands who will never get
a first dance with their daughter,
a waltz with their wife,
a two step, a little jig, whatever
not to an elvis song,
or to any other song.
And they will never visit graceland.
nothing, ever again.

Blue Suede Shoes?
Nope... toe tags.

Stop, Look and Listen.

(God bless all who are hurting)