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The Famous “War on Loonacy” Speech (Think ii – 6 of 7)

The Famous “War on Loonacy” Speech

This is the original [PREVIOUSLY UNSEEN] speech that the President had prepared prior to when the Twin Towers came down on September 11th, 2001, but delivered soon after they came down and which was written 12 years later, give or take a decade:


Mr. Speaker, Mr. President Pro Tempore, Members of Congress, and fellow Americans:

We have seen the courage of passengers, who allegedly rushed murderers to save others on the ground (which certainly is a heroic act, that mustn’t be belittled – even if the official story isn’t true) passengers like an exceptional man named Todd Beamer. And we pray to God for him and his family – swearing ‘what we know not what’ should the government be telling us the littlest of white lies. Like, that their plane wasn’t shot down or some other such ‘need to know basis’ from more classified sources. We all know how our government, “Big Brother, Loves us”… We all know how we truly found the weapons of mass destruction they specifically told us was there in Iraq, did we not? So with that in mind, would you please help me to welcome his wife, Lisa Beamer, here tonight. [Applause] Continue reading



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palestinian girl and israeli soldier

If this is fiction then I’d say the skill at empathy feels very real. And the reality is… Is this. So where are the voices and doers of empathy to assist? To heal? My words have failed to hide. How inside I’ve died. (Arif@ModWestMuse)



Monday 18th of February 2013


The Price of Freedom


As long wisps of smoke danced in the air, I felt my spine shudder and push me into the carnage of unforgiving ammunition. As if to augment my weak frame, the sun stung my bloodied olive skin like a feisty scorpion. I blinked violently, as a futile attempt to clear away the hideous grey smoke.

I hovered my limp hand across my abdomen until I found it. My fingers sank into a vile sludge of intestines and dirtied blood, my once rowdy eyes widened and my last thread of alertness coiled itself into a piercing, wild scream.

I closed my eyes and fell into the unwelcoming black pit of my sanctuary, a place I had visited numerous times before.



I knew from the way she looked at me, that she would be my first prey…

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