Bush can declare war and not have a clue.
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan.
It doesn't much seem to matter, man.
He's out to get and steal whatever he can.

Just how is it this is suppose to work?
How much flag waving and song singing are we suppose to do?
What exactly is this deal?
How is it we are suppose to feel.

The women, children, elderly all.
He'll cut them down and they'll take the fall.
The hospitals, factories, even the schools.
It doesn't seem to matter much to these crazy fools.

Just how is it this is suppose to work?
How much flag waving and song singing are we suppose to do?
What exactly is this deal?
How is it we are suppose to feel?

How much safer do you feel today?
Without 9/11 it would have come down the same way.
These guys are out to get the oil.
And they don't much care about the bloody soil.

They're War Dogs, man, each and every one of them.
They'll gnaw on your bones and steal your homes.
They don't care what it takes, or the widows they make.
It's the War Dogs man, what a pitiful plan.

War Dogs, man.
Each and every one of them.

They're out to get us, man.
They'll take everything they can.

War Dogs.

* I hate it when I hear the expression, "Dumb as a box of rocks." Little do you know.

* I've been skipped across the water more times than I can count. Skimming across the surface, sometimes to end up sinking in the deep, other times to break free of the water and safely land on the other side. Freedom. Is it you helping me gain my freedom, or is it me helping you?

* Throwing me around must be something of an instinct in you humans. Little children, right off the bat, have a fondness and curiosity which drives them to pick me up and let me fly. Parents usually come a-running yelling, "You could hurt someone. You could knock their eye out." They never think of me, and the guilt it might cause me to feel, should I plunk off of someone's head.

* I get tossed into the water more than a worm on a hook. Up in the air I go, most often to do a belly-flop into the deep. Is it the rise and fall that is of interest to the thrower, or it it the ripples that are left behind after the encounter? How many lives have I touched? As I sink into the depths, my being rings out across the water. My life has made a difference. The question for you: Has yours?

* The things I can be used for. The list is endless. From the very beginning I was there for you. You see, I have been around much longer than you. I have a lot of precious knowledge that you are only now beginning to understand. Millions of years separate us. I was one of the first weapons that you used. It was necessary. Someone had to protect you and help provide for you. Rather early on you began to use me for building shelter. Another of my many abilities. I enjoy this job. And oh, the stories I hear and the things I see. Births, death, sorrow, happiness, worries, dreams, broken promises, love, desires, hatred, cruelty. You pick us up in the field and stack us on top of one another and before you know it, we are a stone wall. Out in the open, where the wind takes its toll, we stand sturdy. I make a great paperweight. You paint me to look like a ladybug and call me your pet. Funny. Your imagination is a magnificent thing. You give me unlimited freedom to be the best I can be.

* There is no group that understands me any better than Native Americans. They treat me with dignity and a sense of awe and respect. They understand my strength and wisdom and determination. They call me Grandfather. There is nothing more meaningful to my existence than to be a part of their sweatlodge ceremony. They heat me up until I'm red hot, then they place me in a pit inside a dome shaped structure that is completely covered with blankets. When the entrance is closed, the only light comes from my glow. The ceremony leader sprinkles water on me, creating a searing steam. We together descend into the bowels of the Earth in search of our souls. Chanting, drumming, singing and praying, we make our confessions to the Great Spirit and one another. We cry for the sorrows we have seen and for those we have endured. We laugh and sing and give praises for the joys we have known and the happiness we are yet to experience. In this sweatlodge, we are all one. There is no difference between us. Our spirits intertwine in the synchronistic act of creation. We have come from nowhere and are now something. The steam cuts deep into our being, but the pain is necessary to understand the significance of what is unfolding before us. When the door finally opens, and the air rushes in to comfort your sweat-laden body, you are faced with a new beginning. You and I are both reborn. I perhaps a million years old, have fulfilled my solemn obligation. And you, you are once again made whole. You are free to become. To try again. To do better. We journeyed together to Hell, and we transformed it into a thing of beauty. This shows that all things are possible. This proves we are all sacred.

* I spend a lot of time with you humans. You set me on desks and bookcases and on window sills. You put me in necklaces and amulets and rings. You carve me into things, and when you die, you carve your memory into me. You have your computers and all your high tech stuff, but you always come back to me. That's how it is.

* Question: Mr. Peever, Let's talk about your views on the religious right. They seem to be growing in number?
Answer: Yeah. And so are my hemorrhoids.

* Question: What do you think about mixing religion with politics?
Answer: Stinks worse than hog factories.

* Question: What about the President getting personal messages from God?
Answer: I've never directly talked to a deity. Nor can I ever remember one directly speaking to me. I once heard a strange voice speaking after consuming a half bottle of Jack Daniels, so I could be wrong about this. Although I'm pretty sure it was my wife.

* Question: Do you think the country is getting more conservative?
Answer: Yes, but I think their time is up. What with wars, government corruption, outrageously huge profits, lies, deceit, no jobs, a slumping economy, a shreadded constitution, and a right-wing Supreme Court, the day of reckoning has come. First overriding a veto. Next, an impeachment.

* Question: Your comment on right-wing ministries?
Answer: Everyone has a right to make a living. Being able to con people into giving you money is an age-old profession. You give them money, they give you assurance.

* Question: Assurance?
Answer: Assurance that you're the chosen one. You know, they confirm that you are the right race, the right color, the right religion, the right denomination, the right sex, the right whatever. That you are going to get a free pass when you get to the Pearly Gate.

* Question: Isn't it much deeper than that?
Answer: Oh, it's deep. Hip boot deep.

* Question: What about right-wing spokesmen like Rush Limbaugh, Ann Coulter, or Bill O'Reilly?
Answer: Great entertainment, although I still prefer The Three Stooges. They're one part fear, one part lies, and one part bullshit. Put them all together and you get a joke.

* Question: Any last comments on right-wing, conservative, Christians?
Answer: These right-wing, Christian soldiers are a scary group. This is the same type of fundamentalism we are fighting in Iraq. Try as I may, I don't see a whole lot of difference. These people are driven by a peculiar form of Christianity, one that I don't recognize or understand. I have read no accounts of Christ starting a fight, killing his enemies, or endorsing nitwits like Pat Robertson or James Dobson. The whole thing is a bit troubling, and odd, to say the least.

The content of many of the blogs on Blogstream are deteriorating at an alarming rate. I am seeing them rely more on gadgets and less on content. This is an unfortunate result of the blogging world, not unlike the real world. Gadgets are increasingly becoming the tools by which people communicate. The written, or spoken word becomes cloaked in a shroud of cuteness. While this cuteness is certainly entertaining, and cute, it takes us further from content and good writing, and closer to technological tomfoolery. A lot of the books I have read lately employ the same techniques. The are a lot of good blogs, and I have to admit, I don't spend tons of time looking. If you have spotted some really well written, content oriented blogs, please let me know. I would appreciate it. In the meantime, don't be too upset with me. I think I got up on the wrong side of bed. Maybe I'm overdosed on politics, which seems to be a lot of tomfoolery with little content.

* Never say anything you mean. You'll only live to regret it.
* Insanity is nothing more than a minority view of reality.
* Talking is way overrated.
* The single most important factor in marriages that last is not love, but an overwhelming desire to always be wrong.
* Try not to die while driving a car. You'll probably get a ticket and your license will likely be revoked.
* Fear cripples many a person. Remember this wise old saying: The only thing to fear is---the government.
* There is a mental health diagnosis for nearly ever human dilemma. This in itself is insane.
* Never, ever, take the advise of a counselor whose life is more screwed up than your own.
* When your kids want to leave home, let them. If they're not out by 23, kick them.
* In life, there are only three things that count: Breathing, money, and sex, not necessarily in that order.
* If the dog gets into the chili, be sure to take them out.
* Keep your head up and look everyone in the eyes, no matter what.
* Here's the deal: You can bellyache all you want, but if you sit on your ass and take it, you deserve it.