Don’t Mess With U.S. ISIS!

Question: Which picture 'depicts' Obama? Answer: Both

Question: Which picture ‘depicts’ Obama?
Answer: Both

“ISIS, as President of the United States, I am warning you that it would not be in your groups best interest to mess with the U.S. We don’t take kindly to other people messing around and threatening us. You guys and gals need to realize that the U.S. is capable of handling any threat that should land on our shores but we prefer to handle it in your backyard. And that is why we are going to take the fight to you in your neck of the woods because we know it so well after having invaded Iraq for no reason and bombed the hell out of that country and freed them from the evil dictator, Saddam Hussein. They’ve yet to thank us for that, but as always, we are willing to overlook the fact that no country has ever thanked us for trying to bring our form of democracy to it. We know very well what we are doing because we’ve bombed Iraq three times already and we haven’t been able to get anything done, accomplished, fixed, fixed up, stabilized and democratized. We know how to stabilize that region, we’re just testing the waters. Just ask the people of Afghanistan and Libya. Look at what great strides we have made in both places. Afghanistan is now a peaceful poppy heaven and since we murdered Muammar Gaddafi, things have settled down quite nicely in Libya.

We understand the difficult challenges that come with being the worlds’ police but we are up to the challenges. We are all up on our game and never think any different. We have formed a coalition of the willing to ‘degrade and destroy’ you. We will degrade you by pulling your pants down in public and spank you right in front of your mothers. We are sick and tired of you beheading people who are just reporting on the ongoing issues that we have been trying to get straightened out in the Middle East. You have no cause to behead people. Just because Saudi Arabia beheads people on an almost daily basis, that is no excuse for you to mimic their humanitarian form of punishment. We prefer that you water board them. Strip them naked and hook them up to electrodes and jolt them with say…50,000 volts of electricity. We also would prefer that you gently put them to sleep before murdering them by giving them a lethal injection that sometimes takes two hours from the time we give them a lethal injection to the time they wheeze several hundred times and finally die as that is the humane way to go about it. Just ask Joseph Rudolph Wood III. Oh, that’s right, we can’t as he finally did die after two hours of wheezing in his death throes. We are so humane.

And another thing ISIS, we produce thermo nuclear weapons of mass destruction and so again, you don’t really want to mess with U.S. because we ensure that no one; no terrorist, no group of crazed fanatics is going to ever have the means to infiltrate our superior and advanced high tech security systems that are used to guard any complex that houses our weapons grade uranium that we use in those thermo nuclear weapons of mass destruction. Just ask Sister Megan Rice, an 83 year old nun who, with her Geritol crew posse used some bolt cutters and a hammer and infiltrated the state-of-the-art high grade security at our nuclear weapons complex that was designed to ignore little old lady nuns with box cutters, hammers and human blood. How dare she deface our weapons complex in that fashion. But we showed Sister Rice and posse, oh yes we did. Now they are cooling their heels in one of our ‘for profit prisons’ and they ain’t hardly happy at all about making license plates. That’ll show ’em. You don’t mess with the U.S. because danggone it, we are always up on our game.

So, ISIS, who’s your daddy? We made you and we can break you! When you refused to continue to play by our rules, you signed your death certificate and now that we have shown those videos of you beheading Americans, well…everyone here in America is on board with us bombing the hell out of any country in the Middle East to get back at you because here in America, we are the ‘exceptional’, the few, the proud, the great ones. Feel our wrath as we bomb you into oblivion and to the Syrian people, you were warned before we started bombing you that we were going to bomb you. See how thoughtful we are? We didn’t have to give you guys a heads-up but we’re just so nice and all. But don’t mistake our niceness for weakness. Just ask Joseph Rudolph Wood III. My bad, I keep forgetting that he’s dead. Well in that case, write a letter to Sister Megan Rice. She’ll tell ya. Don’t mess with us ISIS!”

http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2014/01/nun-megan-rice-sentencing-y-12-nuclear-weapons-security
http://www.latimes.com/nation/nationnow/la-na-nn-arizona-execution-20140723-story.html

I Watch From The Sidelines!

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I watch from the sidelines,
too helpless to do a thing
as a world writhes in agony
and no sparrow deigns to sing.

I watch from the sidelines,
not knowing what to do
as bombs fall on innocence
and the snake strikes right on cue.

I watch from the sidelines,
what is my purpose here
to die by the hands of humans
from which all creatures flee in fear?

I watch from the sidelines
as man destroys this paradise
laying waste to a bounty of blessings
and we shall all be the sacrifice.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

They Are Not After Me!

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…and though I rage at the system in place,
at my own inadequacies, I don’t want to face.

When I turn away from a homeless man,
I know that I am not doing all that I can.

And how many times have I helped the victims of hate?
When have I found myself stepping up to the plate?

When I ask myself, “What about the sick and the hungry,
and what help did I offer to a strung out junkie?”

When bombs are dropped on innocent heads,
they say, “Look at all the tears she sheds!”

I stand around and cry crocodile tears,
and then I shut the door on all my fears.

I am so afraid of the horrors I see.
For if they are busy killing you, they are not after me!


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Keep thinking that ‘they’ll’ not be after you! ‘They’ intend on handing each of us our ass on a platter. It is just a matter of time and time is what we’re all fast running out of! Just look around you, the world is on fire from Gaza to Iraq, from Ukraine to Qatar, from Libya to Afghanistan, from Syria to Darfur, from Yemen to Somalia, from Pakistan to Venezuela, from Honduras to Guatemala, from Detroit MI to Stockton CA, from the tunnels of the homeless in Las Vegas NV to the homeless street walkers in Atlantic City NJ, from the slums of Calcutta to the sweatshops of Bangladesh and they are coming for you and for me!

The Bombs Of Billionaires

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You tried to shield her from the bombs
when you cradled her in your arms.

And now both of you are dead.
Is Israel’s thirst for blood now fed?

You loved her ’til the end
that poor child that never sinned.

Innocent blood must be avenged
and I don’t care who I offend.

The cries of the dying all went ignored
while we prayed unto the Lord.

What good are all our prayers
against the bombs of billionaires?

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Of Humans, There Ain’t A Goddamn Trace!

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You say that you are human and I must disagree.
Not a grain of love or mercy is inherent in you or me.

There are mammals in the oceans that display more humanity
than the shits that walk upright and who engage in venality.

Better sit your dumb ass down and think twice on what you are.
You’re a heartless, bloodless vessel, you’re an empty reservoir.

You can kill and never blink and you will take whatever you want.
No conscience do you have, you’ve no soul for your deeds to haunt.

When you close your cold dead eyes, why should we weep for you?
How can you claim that you are human with all the evil that you do?


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

On another blog, I made a comment about how we have the nerve to consider ourselves to be, ‘human’ and I begged to differ and someone copped a goddamn attitude over that. Well, in here the only acceptable attitude is mine and I restate, we ain’t fucking human! Now, I am as welcome to my opinion as the next person and of course, based on MY observations, we so fucking ain’t human, it’s ridiculous! Have you taken a look around at what so-called ‘humans’ are doing to each other? Have you asked yourself, “What am I doing about it, human that I am?”

What other mammals bomb each other? What other mammals brutally rape, sodomize and then kill each other? What other mammals commit genocide? What other mammals start wars and more wars? Tell lies? Fuck over each other? Are hell bent on destroying this entire goddamn planet?

And no, I’m not leaving myself out as I am just an empty, walking, talking automaton who is doing not a goddamn thing about all the fucked up shit that’s being done. I simply stand on the sidelines and observe and comment and then I am off to get my own gratification. Being human is not just about blood, muscles, tissue and cells. It is WAY more than that and we are empty of what it takes to make us truly HUMAN because if we were really filled with humane qualities, would our world be in the shape that it is in?

You want to think that you are a ‘good person’ because you can notice something and shed a tear over it and then five seconds later, it’s ALL about YOU and don’t you fucking know it. But you want to walk around like you’ve done something because you recognized that someone is getting fucked up elsewhere and that absolved you from lifting a goddamn finger to do more, not because there was nothing more that you could do, but because there was nothing more that you really cared to do because YOUR gratification comes first, empty ass vessel that you are.

So, come on up in here and crap a goddamn attitude over this ’cause I’m just spoiling for a fight since I already know I ain’t really ‘human’, I’m just an empty ass vessel totally on some ME shit and don’t I know it!

“Oh Palestine! Oh Palestine!”

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There are dead eyes and crying eyes on the Gaza Strip tonight.
Oh, Israel, Oh Israel, why don’t you do what’s right?

You claim the holocaust was an affront to all the Jews
and yet, you do the same to Palestine and what have you to lose?

You lose all credibility when you bomb and kill for what?
The Western whore enables you for she is a nasty slut.

You’re both vile and repulsive, reptilian to the core,
a slithering thing that strikes at will, you release your evil spore.

You’ll be cursed and cast from heaven as the chosen by your god.
There’ll be no mercy for the Jews who rule with an iron rod.

“Oh Palestine! Oh Palestine!,” I cry for you this day,
as the world ignores your suffering and silently turns away.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Independence Hell!

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Why should I love a country that has never accepted me?
I’ll never wave your goddamn flag and pretend that I am free.

I spit on your celebrations and I will never play your games.
Don’t think I’ll kiss your ass while my people are in chains.

You hypocrites make me sick with your pretensions and your lies.
Then you drape yourselves in sheets and have the nerve to moralize.

You celebrate your freedom while destroying the homes of others.
Independence is only for you as the rest of the world discovers.

Your bombs that burst in air are now destroying all mankind.
As the empire marches on, the world gets redefined.

What bravery you display by the dropping of your drones.
And you littered foreign lands with innocent peoples bones.

Celebrate the fourth and forget the shit you’ve done.
When your bombs are busy bursting, we know you’re having fun.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Fuck this 4th of July bullshit!!

If ‘whites’ Were Not Allowed?

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The white savages killed off so many Indian tribes.

They stole their land with firewater and worthless beads as bribes.

The Indians never stood a chance against savages with a gun.

A bullet will always out pace a horse, even at a run.

An entire continent could not escape the thieving ways of man.

They plundered Africa’s wealth and stole its people for their plan.

With blood dripping everywhere, the savage whipped the broken slave.

We know who fucked the world up and who no good could ever save.

White savages will forever enslave all Black and Brown folk,

and if they rise to try to fight, they’re hindered by their yoke.

No good did ever come from the white savages rule on earth,

as they seek, destroy and kill amidst such peals of mirth.

Is it funny to this day, what those savages have wrought?

Do you find the time to laugh since in slavery, you’ve been caught?

When they finally destroy this world with their nukes and fracking sites,

and since the people have been cowed and deprived of all their rights

will the last to close their eyes see beyond the mushroom cloud,

to what this world could have been like if ‘whites’ were not allowed?

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

I know that this world would NOT be as fucked up as it is now. Everywhere on this planet that a ‘white’ foot has stepped; devastation, disease, plunder and death has followed. No other group has managed to crawl all around the world bringing with them that much destruction.

On August 2, 1939, just before the beginning of World War II, Albert Einstein wrote to then President Franklin D. Roosevelt. Einstein and several other scientists told Roosevelt of efforts in Nazi Germany to purify uranium-235, which could be used to build an atomic bomb. It was shortly thereafter that the United States Government began the serious undertaking known then only as “The Manhattan Project.” Simply put, the Manhattan Project was committed to expediting research that would produce a viable atomic bomb.

http://inventors.about.com/od/astartinventions/a/atomic_bomb.htm

The brilliant light from the detonation pierced the early morning skies with such intensity that residents from a faraway neighboring community would swear that the sun came up twice that day. Even more astonishing is that a blind girl saw the flash 120 miles away.

Upon witnessing the explosion, its creators had mixed reactions. Isidor Rabi felt that the equilibrium in nature had been upset as if humankind had become a threat to the world it inhabited. Robert Oppenheimer, though ecstatic about the success of the project, quoted a remembered fragment from the Bhagavad Gita. “I am become Death,” he said, “the destroyer of worlds.” Ken Bainbridge, the test director, told Oppenheimer, “Now we’re all sons of bitches.”

(Not true! You’re worse than mere ‘sons of bitches’!)

After viewing the results several participants signed petitions against loosing the monster they had created, but their protests fell on deaf ears. NATURALLY! The Jornada del Muerto of New Mexico would not be the last site on planet Earth to experience an atomic explosion.

The Story of Hiroshima

Immediate Aftermath

In less than one second, the fireball had expanded to 900 feet. The blast wave shattered windows for a distance of ten miles and was felt as far away as 37 miles. Over two-thirds of Hiroshima’s buildings were demolished. The hundreds of fires, ignited by the thermal pulse, combined to produce a firestorm that had incinerated everything within about 4.4 miles of ground zero.

To the crew of the Enola Gay, Hiroshima had disappeared under a thick, churning foam of flames and smoke. The co-pilot, Captain Robert Lewis, commented, “My God, what have we done?”

‘God’ had nothing to do with it!

Tears Stream Down My Face

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Tears stream down my face as I take a look around.

So many I see struggling just to stay above the ground.

A human spirit fights but the blows are just too much.

The callous and the cold; no love will ever touch.

With frightened, pleading eyes, a child looks up at me.

She is only five years old and she’s called a refugee.

Her country is at war and she does not understand,

that people kill each other just to get the upper hand.

Another child across the sea is homeless in her way.

Her mother lost her job and the rent she could not pay.

With frightened, pleading eyes, a child looks up at me.

She is only five years old and she’s called a refugee.

Yes, tears are in my eyes and I hate the world I know.

Where little children suffer and are not allowed to grow.

When the sick are left to die and the greedy have no soul.

They never see the hungry when they hold an empty bowl.

A world in pain and agony; a world in mortal sin,

and everywhere you go; there’ll be a child who’s weak and thin.

Another world there is of pomp and circumstance.

No Cinderella’s ball; it is a never ending dance.

What jewels are on display; fountains flowing with champagne.

And a child looks up at me and her eyes are full of pain.

Yes, tears are in my eyes as I see no hope at all,

and above her little head, a bomb’s about to fall.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

What About We Don’t Forget?

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Forget about the Alamo.

What about the Arapaho?

 

Forget about the Civil War.

What about the need for more?

 

Forget about the stars and stripes.

What about the stripe that bites?

 

Forget about the three-fifths rule.

What about the vote, you fool?

 

Forget about the constitution.

What about our destitution?

 

Forget about our tainted food.

What about our lust for crude?

 

Forget about the brave and free.

What about the bombs you see?

 

Forget about how bad you lie.

What about your reasons why?

 

Forget about the maimed and dead.

What about the ones who’ve fled?

 

Forget about the call for peace.

What about corrupt police?

 

Forget about the military.

What about a sanctuary?

 

Forget about the middle class.

What about the corporate ass?

 

Forget about incarceration.

What about an education?

 

Forget about the nation’s debt.

What about the homeless vet?

 

Forget about the golden arches.

What about the protest marches?

 

Forget about atrocities.

What about democracies?

 

Forget about a Ponzi scheme.

What about al-Qaeda’s team?

 

Forget about a missile launch.

What about the wounds we staunch?

 

Forget about a global threat.

What about a child’s neglect?

 

Forget about the global bank.

What about our earnings shrank?

 

Forget about the wars we’ve fought.

What about the truth is taught?

 

Forget about what’s yours is mine.

What about we draw the line?

 

Forget about the poor who struggle.

What about the arms we smuggle?

 

Forget about the isolated.

What about we stop the hatred?

 

Forget about what we regret.

What about we don’t forget?

 

 

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2013 Shelby I. Courtland