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Status: Single
Age: 23
Sign: Gemini

City: Omaha
State: Nebraska
Country: US
Signup Date: 5/8/2005

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Sunday, September 02, 2007 
(I'm making an attempt to summarize what I've learned. I know it's long, but there's a long back story that can't be skipped. My apologies. Please read on anyway.)

In 2002, Great Britain's Joint Intelligence Committee began forming a dossier which basically built a case as to why Great Britain should go to war against Iraq. This dossier included the "45 minute claim" -- stating that Iraq could fire weapons of mass destruction at 45 minutes notice.

Dr. David Kelly, an employee of the Ministry of Defense, expert in biological warfare, and highly respected weapons inspector, had concerns with this dossier. *

In essense, the intelligence is stretched way too far to make way too big of statements. It's made into propaganda.

Dr. David Kelly meets with Andrew Gilligan from the BBC and tells them of how he doesn't agree with what the dossier is saying, while remaining anonymous.

This story causes a political scandal.

Eventually, David Kelly is revealed as the source, and has meetings with two committees of The House of Commons. He is reprimanded for unauthorized meetings with a journalist.

Two days later, he leaves for a walk around 3pm and never returns. He's found dead on Harrowdown Hill.

There is a joke of an investigation, which determines that it was suicide, even though:
-He had a cut on his wrist severing the Ulnar artery, which medical experts state is nearly impossible to cause sufficient blood loss to cause death.
-Nearly no blood was found at the scene
-He was said to have ingested some co-proxamol pills. If he did, they said he took 30, which is only one third the lethal dose. And only about 1 fifth of 1 tablet was found in his stomach. Indeed, his stomach was nearly empty.
-It was also claimed that he died from a heart related condition. A condition that didn't exist, according to his physical exam earlier that year.
-There were unexplained bruises on his body and even on his bottom lip.

Interestingly... the police file for his case was opened 30 minutes before he left on his walk, and over 8 hours before the police were ever called.

The investigation that followed was in many ways suspicious and bizarre. At the very least it was unsatisfactory and inconclusive.

It seems to me that the Government formed a pack of propaganda to justify going to war, and when the expert in the field questioned it to the press, he is assassinated, head execs at the BBC lose their jobs, there's an extensive cover up, and the government is once again completely free from any accountability.


*[I should note here that Norman Baker, who later re-investigates Kelly's death, states that this dossier went through several revisions, each becoming more solid. Words like "might" and "possibly" are removed. Even the 45 minute claim, which originally was stated about battlefield weapons, not wmds, is made to be ambiguous. And all of this is made on the testimony of only one Iraqi dissident.]



This is extremely summarized. If you're interested go to:
http://www.normanbaker.org.uk/concerns/kellymail.htm
or hear his lecture at http://www.radio4all.net/pub/files/londonsoundposse@yahoo.co.uk/2704-1-20070411-The_strange_death_of_Dr_David_Kelly_part_1.mp3
or look up Dr. David Kelly and start learning for yourself, as I did.


CHECK OUT THIS RADIO INTERVIEW I JUST HEARD. A person with ties to MI5 and MI6 tells that it was an assassination, that some UK official was involved, and that the British Intelligence Agencies knew about it ahead of time!
http://www.indybay.org/olduploads/jonesshrimpton24-02-04.mp3



Monday, August 20, 2007 
A candle flutters by the bed
A sigh of smoke and breath of red
It flashes shadows on her breast
A silver screen of her, undressed

I feel her breath upon my tongue
And cheekbones rosy on my thumb
The candle sets much like the sun
And smoke whisps fly to greet the moon.
We send them off with stifled moans.
Thursday, August 16, 2007 
I smell her perfume again
I take that second just to breathe in
Sensuality reviewed and relived
And for just that moment I'm no longer dead
Instead...
Visions explode in my head
My mind repaints where I've been
The vivid memories, the black and white skin
Relived
In a second-long movie clip
Technicolor fades in and out and in
And then goes dim
Friday, August 03, 2007 
Did I let her slip away?
Should I have told her how she takes my breath away?
Or is that just too cliche?

Should I have let her leave?
It's not like I have the right to speak.
She belongs to another man, not me.

But do you risk the swift defeat,
To hear her say "no" and simply crush me?
Oh it's worse to be incomplete
Because I didn't have the balls to speak.
I should have laid it at her feet.

At least I could have said I suffered a defeat
Rather than just sitting in my seat.
Tell me it's better to fight and be beat
Than always watch from your seat.
And that's where I'll be...
Thursday, July 19, 2007 
My inside on fire
Blazing, wildly unsubdued
The fury of love
Sunday, July 15, 2007 
What shallow insignificance
The daily sorrow, daily bliss
Of who I love and who I miss
It seems right now so important
But seems a grey and hazy mist
When viewed from portals of the past.

I sigh tonight, and will again
And wait for someday sighs to end.
But joys do come and joys float past
And nothing changes that will last.

I've tasted love upon my tongue
And felt it melt my mind to numb
And somehow it makes life sublime
Not just an endless waste of time
From generations down the line

But I know too well the sting of love
That's killed as it's only begun
Never shared by other halves
Only met with fearsome laughs
As sweet burns bitter on my tongue.

I know too well the sting of love
That burns like cocaine through my skull
So Maddening, it's so dismal
To only know this part so cruel
The part of unrequited fool.

So on I stumble, drunken laugh
I'm in this play, so damned I'll act
I'll play my part, for good or bad
And let God have his cries and laughs
And hope He's entertained.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007 
Painted toenails; fiery blood
That burns inside of me
Be free, be free

Don't let that bastard get your back
Stand and fight, left right, left right
Is that me?

Character untested, what filth is that?
No one knows what strength I lack
Least of all, myself, I laugh
Least of all, myself

So, who am I, what can I be?
What tests to fail, what foes to flee?
What burdens can push themselves past me?
Sleep and eat and watch TV...

Or break my hand and watch it bleed
But punch on through all pain and need
Push myself past me, oh me
To be the me I've never known.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007 
All pine scented horror
All black smelling thoughts
Five voidish pink petals
All trapped in a box

In lightless confinement the flower would pace
And over and over four walls it would trace
Four steps to the west, four steps to the north
Always it hoped for a crack or a door

No sunlight shone in, no window showed out
And without life's sunlight, the flower would drown
Under the ceiling a thunderstorm brewed
But no water would fall, no wetish plant food.

I prayed to my God, "Oh, would you sir, please
Find it in You, let this flower be free?
I know that in You is all power and might
And this box is nothing that you didn't design
And this flower is nothing you can't un-confine.
All darkness and lightness and wetness are Thine.
But Thy will be done, oh Father, not mine."

And God reassured me as I said those words
That darkened confinement are not for flowers and birds
And God gave us free will, he wants us to be free
The box wasn't put there by Him, but by me.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007 

Blue
Black
Feet
The duskish room, with view to the street
Pale
Red
Gleam
Blood sunlight dying, and leaving you with me 
Brush
Touch
Kiss
The warm beside me, it lingers as you've left
One
Last
Sigh
Dusk to night and feel the empty one last time

 

Wednesday, March 28, 2007 

Current mood:  okay
Your fingers in my hair
Oh lets not take it there...
My mind, your underwear
These things connect and I despair

Your fingers on my chest
The cold, the cold -- oh say "depressed"
But let's not take it there...
Oh no, no, lets just get undressed

Your fingers on my cheek
And I'm so weak
But let's not say I'm scared
Let's leave tomorrow for regret

Your breathing next to me
Oh lets not take it there...
Where all is black and bare
I hang my head and try to sleep.