Iran Recieves New Angolan Ambassador

yep!

Iraq - No Doubts as To Why We Are Here

Colonel Jesse Marcel Jr., age 69, flight surgeon for a U.S. Black Hawk helicopter unit is spending 14 months in Iraq. He writes,

“On Sunday, March 29, 2005, we flew down to a newly discovered mass grave and it was horrible. If I had any doubts as to why we are here, I have none now.” This was out in the desert where nothing grows except for grass over the filled in trenches. There were articles of clothing half buried as well as in one case I saw a part of a necklace lying on the ground next to a trench. The story was someone saw bus loads of people heading out into the desert but the buses were empty on return. Shades of Nazi Germany!

I will send some pictures of what I saw that leaves little to the imagination as to what horror was visited on these unfortunate people. I will try to send them in the next several days as this computer will not send pix. Thanks to Jess and Bond Johnson

[link to www.ufoinfo.com]

Damn! Someone posted some interesting facts about Angola on another thread of mine - I´ll go find and post them here. Oil and diamonds....

Asa
User ID: 3081
4/9/2005
9:23 pm EDT Re: 17 Health Care Worker Deaths May Close of 3 Hospitals in Uige

more from the CIA factbook:

economy - Angola has been an economy in disarray because of a quarter century of nearly continuous warfare. An apparently durable peace was established after the death of rebel leader Jonas SAVIMBI on February 22, 2002, but consequences from the conflict continue including the impact of wide-spread land mines. Subsistence agriculture provides the main livelihood for 85% of the population. Oil production and the supporting activities are vital to the economy, contributing about 45% to GDP and more than half of exports. Much of the country´s food must still be imported. To fully take advantage of its rich natural resources - gold, diamonds, extensive forests, Atlantic fisheries, and large oil deposits - Angola will need to continue reforming government policies and to reduce corruption. While Angola made progress in bringing inflation down further, from 325% in 2000 to about 106% in 2002, the government has failed to make sufficient progress on reforms recommended by the IMF such as increasing foreign exchange reserves and promoting greater transparency in government spending. Increased oil production supported 7% GDP growth in 2003.
Asa
User ID: 3081
4/9/2005
9:25 pm EDT Re: 17 Health Care Worker Deaths May Close of 3 Hospitals in Uige

also from CIA factbook:

Oil - production:
742,400 bbl/day (2001 est.)
Anonymous Coward
User ID: 25
4/9/2005
9:28 pm EDT Re: 17 Health Care Worker Deaths May Close of 3 Hospitals in Uige

"Oil production and the supporting activities are vital to the economy, contributing about 45% to GDP and more than half of exports."

don´t it make you wonder if there is any real sincerity in wanting to go in and ´control´ the supposed epidemic?

Theme Song For The Movie of the World News : An Eerie Elegy
(The Revenge of the Vending Machines & The Hotdogs of War)

somewhere just before the end of this fractured film of ours
long before the blind off-track bettors
declare the winners of the three legged horse race
long before the apocalyptic think tanks lurch
blindly forward in the final strut of
we don’t remember what we were
over the glowing desert with brave new stolen languages
free to reap & mine
the bittersweet nuclear harvest
of blood and oil
and sugar-souls that got liberated

even before the bastard bite of history calls home the false rewards
the bounty hunters of glory
come ready to rock
all powered up all right
but repeatedly stalled
at the gate

it was a beautiful blaze in shattered baskets of chaos
that lit our way to see us through the afterglow of fetid victory
like Sodom & Gomorrah
now you know we’re just acting positive to say that
(don’t look back)
Oh, stink me! We are a happy atomic pillar of love
stumbling piecemeal into the
ancient heat of frankincense and myrrh

over there, on the field of battle
modern muted verses of epic spear-throwers
split the artless air full of ticking gusts and empty promises
their wild history never told
stuttering into bomb-deaf ears from undisclosed locations
while nuclear winds of niggling network news
sweep clean the antediluvian hands of time’s up!
those hands hanging in the air like
so much plenty dirty laundry
racing against the crusading world of news networks
washed red, white and blue
with subliminal pornographic x-tra-hi nipplefocus chic -
I mean ABC the happiest place on earth
NBC just another stock exchange of information
Generally Electric CBS
(well, not all the time, but just generally)
& CNN & TBN, etc., etc., etc…

the cosmos has misplaced its parking ticket
and there is no validation available at this time
the violated cosmos cries out once again for the ice-blue Krishna moment :
Eve & Adam
apple & snake
big bang & ethereal boom
licking clean
the radioactive rib of victory

strip teasing reality TV
enticing the swelling prick & womb of interest
anticipating the fateful ending
wrestling with the awful results of the stupid truth
in the unforgiving photo finish flash
where the impatient ticket holders shuffle uneasily
while history takes inventory of
the next recipient strange love holocaust

Who will win?
Who helps Who control Who?

together, gripped in shrouds of mortal mud
we were the horse and empire riders of HummVee/SUV & ATV -
we had a good run,
running the last fake races with them
again, we thought it was real, but we learned that
angels of fate
angels of mercy
angels hovering over other angels
looking over our shoulders at the
angels of death
angels in the Texas out&oilfields
our better angels of Lincoln’s tomb
and even the angels of a merciful war & peace
who may or may not be accountable or even available
where the dead rest dreaming transpersonally hammered into ethereal sentience by everything
they never understood or spoke of
while the spirit gives back to itself,
mirrors like a river said Hegel on his toilet, what once it was
at the camp of forgotten holy warriors on fool’s errands
where no one is anyone really anymore
except Buddha-face, who is looking backward
at all our immigrant fantasies
chanting about how to get it cheap, and real,
as our real dreams lay abandoned in pieces all about us
slim hope broken & blowing away
like the desert sand we capture vanishing
with our pawnshop Salvador Dali melto-hands

we must buy gas masks, and safety,
and lots of duct tape
for a safer world right now! GET IT?!!
(we had to buy what we were directed to buy into at any price)
OR ELSE!

forget having a good time -
Goddamned humanity!
what the hell’s it all good for anyway?

Hey buddy, could you spare some peace for the change?
Hey sister, would you sell away our blood for a rich shot?
Hey friend, do you hear the clarion call hip-hop forever may we be blessed?
Can I grope you? I am a needy society!

some sound track thank you fevers
tongue unruly continents of wounded bones
that claim they can hold a tune
no one can dance to
I can’t, and I’m glad

the monster makes perfect sense
as certainty compels the converted over the cliff
Gods & Generals driven by protesters
along with their signs of mad cowboy disease
the new Romans thundering again into the born-again wilderness
sent there
by God,
to learn their lessons again
over the edge

when we lose our way
we take our useless tickets home
left in a drawer with the rest of what we´ve lost
we do it for you who are what we were yesterday
who have never won their right mind honestly

half-life time spits inane love songs from the abyss of the stomach
a strange file indeed over an Internet of sincere liars
while at the see thru internment camp for fleas at Guantanamo
elephant audience demands something better than
dogs for best friends

meanwhile,
back at the oasis
the best music of all is late in showing up
with its weary resume
attached to its sad but sacred heart
but it does arrive

stop and listen

it is what you have been waiting to hear all your life
and its really good news!
we are more than we would have been.
otherwise,
we’ll all get up tomorrow with our new, sandy-desert-colored faces
with tank parts for arms
and missile legs
mortar recall
night vision
and transformer everything

in time
we suck in our enemies
with sweet justice for all
and they become every good old-timey Republic Western we ever saw
with John Wayne
Tom Mix
Hoppy & Roy, Trigger & Silver
& hey Lone Ranger, don’t forget Tonto, Kemosabe
as we Hi Yo & AWAAAYYYYY!!!!

happy trails to you, whoever you are…
until we meet again
in our sad agrarian nowhere
in our present rapture
here in Camp Heaven
as the movie flickers away

Vaya con Dios my darlings…

framed
one
frame
at
a
time


2003 The Carma Bums – Los Angeles/Atlanta
M. Lane Bruner, S.A. Griffin, Doug Knott, Mike M. Mollett & Scott Wannberg

Heavy!

And, I´m wondering - "Who will win?
Who helps Who control Who?" - especially when it comes to Marburg and Angola.

"Who will win?

No one star!