Put Down Those Weapons Of War!

weapons of war

You may be able to kill the messenger,
but his message will live on.
When the masses finally awaken,
there will be a brand new dawn.

For some, hope has all but fled.
They see no way to win.
Victory looks too far away
and fear is in the hearts of men.

Throw off your yoke of oppression.
Those who keep you towing the line
are the ones who send you off to war
while they sit back and wine and dine.

Take a minute and ask yourself,
“What the hell am I fighting for?”
Now, look into your baby’s eyes
and put down those weapons of war!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

If you cannot kill your daughter or your son, then how can you kill someone elses? The same love and pride that you feel when you look at your own children, another mother and father across the seas is looking at their children in the exact same way. They just speak a different language when they tell their children how much they love them. Killing someone elses child should be just like killing your own. You couldn’t do it! Again, let the warhawks and the warmongers fight their own battles. You have no dog in that fight!

I Am Joining The Army!

Multiple anonymous sources have reportedly come forward to claim that the female candidates for Ranger School, including 1st Lt Griest (pictured) were given extra training and lower standards Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3249690/First-women-pass-Ranger-School-given-extra-training-lowered-benchmarks-general-vowed-one-pass-sources-claim

Multiple anonymous sources have reportedly come forward to claim that the female candidates for Ranger School, including 1st Lt Griest (pictured) were given extra training and lower standards
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3249690/First-women-pass-Ranger-School-given-extra-training-lowered-benchmarks-general-vowed-one-pass-sources-claim

 

 

No need to draft me, I enlist! As a female, I am going to have my head shaved and head to basic training because I am just as strong as a man. I can hoist a man over my shoulder and carry him off the battlefield with no problem at all. I want so many goddamn back surgeries later in life, it don’t even make any sense. I want to become addicted to oxycontin. What’s a little drug addiction since I want it to be known that I am equal to the task that is required of any man who joins the Army? I am the Feminist Movement goddamn it and before they revoke my membership, I will prove once and for all that women can do the same job as men and even though my body will be forever broken because of it, it’s all for a good cause ; the cause of showing those he-man types that women are equal to the task; that their strength is our strength and vice versa.

So, hand me a supply of tampons and sanitary pads because I don’t want to bleed all over the place and be mistaken for having been shot and the medics are checking me out when my comrades who really do need medical attention are bleeding from the ass because I mistakenly shot ’em in it while fumbling for my tampons while hoisting yet another of my comrades on my shoulders and these goddamn boots are just killing my feet. If only they came in high heels, I would not have a problem. I fucking miss my little black dress, but hey! This is all for a good cause. I am woman, hear me roar!

Also, do you mind if I bring my perfume along with me? I’ll only dab a little behind my ears and on my wrists. Everyone should smell good after a nice, hot clean shower! What? I can’t take a shower today? Are you kidding me? Why, that’s just unsanitary! And what is this muck on a tray? Food? I’m not eating that! There is going to have to be some changes in this here Army if you expect me to ‘tough’ it out. I have some demands. First up, I insist on private showers. Secondly, I am really tired of toting around that really, really heavy weapon. I’ve got bruises, simply everywhere! Third, I refuse to eat this garbage. I am a vegetarian and I insist on fresh fruits and vegetables as that is what I am used to. Fourth, my nails are fucked up and can you imagine how much a manicure is going to cost me? And just when the hell am I ever going to get leave so that I can get my nails done? Fifth, the heat and the flies are just terrible! I cannot believe that I left my nice, cool, comfortable office job for this! I’m patriotic and everything, but goddamn! This is the absolute end of enough! What is expected of us is just too damn much, that’s what it is!

I don’t use this kind of soap! Where is the luxurious bath foaming gel? I use a special moisturizer for my face and I can’t even squeeze it into my backpack which is already too heavy, by the way! And I am still seething that all my lovely hair is lying on some nasty floor somewhere. Why must we all be shaven? Of course, some don’t seem to mind, but I do! I guess I am supposed to look as much like a man as possible so you men don’t look at me with lust and the next thing I know, you’re crawling all over me and I’m running to my commanding officer screaming that I have been raped. I heard that Susie was raped last night and I just figured she was trying to get out of the Army, but she may have been. I see the way you guys look at us even with our shaved heads because you know what’s underneath this bulky ass uniform. And then, I am supposed to tote your ass out of harms way when the enemy attacks us? HA! That’ll be the day! I’ll leave your ass lying there for the buzzards to pick, bone clean!

But seriously, women in combat roles in the Army? Do we really need to prove something? Women are the givers of life. We are not the takers of life. If we turn ourselves into killing machines, what does that say for the ‘human’ race as a species? We are already handing our precious sons over to rich shits that wouldn’t spit on them if they were on fire to put it out. We gladly send our loved ones off to fight rich shits wars and now, we want to go and shoot up people who have done us no harm? I understand that there is a gender problem in this country and all around the world, but signing on the dotted line for combat duty is not the answer. Having someone turn you into a killing machine is not the way to go about proving a damn thing. And I do know that women receive less pay than men for doing the same job, but we have got to draw the line somewhere. Yes, we have battles that we need to fight, but must they be with a gun, a missile and a drone? How can we give birth and then get up and kill another mother’s child and then claim that we are doing this to prove that we are equal to any man?

We are women for a reason. We can do so many things that men cannot do and we must understand and realize that there are things that men can do that we cannot and or should not do and turning ourselves into killing machines is something that we should not do! Life should be precious to us because we are the givers of life. Our bodies were made to nurture life. That is a wonder in itself! No man can lay claim to having the ability to do that. We all know that men want to control every aspect of our lives but ultimately, it is up to us as to whether or not we allow them to take that control away from us and by signing up to kill, you allow them to control you. Your zeal for a perception of ‘equality’ is overshadowing your humanity and you should take a step back and think about just what it is you are doing. Do you really have to kill to prove that you are equal to a man?

What I Am Thankful For On this Day, Thanksgiving Day!

Thanksgiving my ass

 

I really had no thought of writing anything on Thanksgiving Day because several of my dear blogger friends took the time to post some wonderful Thanksgiving Day blog posts. And I have already re-blogged them to my heart’s content. But I just want to take this opportunity, and this is off the top of my head, to let them know how appreciative I am to know that there are some people that truly think for themselves. It does my heart good to know that there are some who will not simply conform to the dictates of a fucked up society, but who will indulge themselves in a bit of critical thinking. Try it sometime! It does my heart good to know that there are others like me who refuse to ‘like’ all up and down on some lies that are told to us about Thanksgiving Day and because we are too damn lazy, we refuse to do our own research and dig for the truth even if we have to dig underneath a pile of outrageous lies to find it.

We have a goddamn president that is to this very day, hell bent on preaching the vile ass lies about how some pilgrims came to this continent and loved all up and down on the Indians and he even compared the ‘pilgrims’ to the Syrian refugees. This vicious, chronic, habitual liar had the goddamn nerve to call a band of genocidal, homicidal maniacs, “refugees!” My tongue would have twisted so goddamn bad trying to get that lie out, that it would have eventually twisted itself loose and escaped from my lying ass mouth! We are still sitting somewhere swallowing the lies of warmongers and war hawks who are just as bad as the depraved and vile shits that fucked up the Indians and then commenced to hunting down innocent people in Africa and dragged them here to become slaves. These so-called ‘pilgrims’ were not the salt of the earth; they should have been banned from the earth, as barbaric and brutal as they were and their progeny are still at it to this very day.

Kill! Kill! Kill! How can that ever be defined as benevolent, caring, compassionate, concerned and humanitarian? How can breeding and then killing millions of birds for Thanksgiving Day dinner tables ever be considered, humanitarian? How can consuming that which had a beating heart ever be considered, humanitarian? But that right there tells me something. It tells me that we so-called ‘humans’ have never been synonymous with ‘humanitarian’ for how could we be? We send our own offspring to die in wars started by depraved rejects from hell and we don’t have a problem with that. We know that the ‘animals’ that we consume on a daily basis have stood in piles of filth, stood in their own shit inside a hell and then were butchered as though they were never living tissue with eyes, brains, legs, a stomach; the same organs that we possess. Is it any wonder that the ‘human’ race is destroying itself? No, it is not! Because when we can destroy that which has never done us any harm simply because we want a steak; when we can destroy that which would leap gracefully away from us in fright and terror, we are not ‘human’. We shoot deer for sport. We consider this to be ‘hunting’. What a brave soul we are to ‘hunt’ down something that cannot defend itself against cowardly bastards with hunting rifles. You are not some great game hunter and yet you strut around with your trophies as though you have done something to be proud of. You’re nothing but a coward! You’re not fit to stand there looking all prideful beside the body of a dead lion or a dead deer or whatever else you think it your right to hunt down and kill because you are a depraved piece of filth! A cockroach stands heads and shoulders above your worthless ass!

Now, I am speaking to the hypocritical motherfuckers that went on and on about that big game hunter that went out and shot and killed Cecil, the lion. Why are YOU sitting down to a turkey dinner? Your hypocrisy petticoat is showing. I certainly did call it right when I called you all ‘hypocrites in my post, Trophy World because, indeed, that is what you are. How are you any different from the piece of dead shit that killed your beloved Cecil, the lion? Oh, that’s right! You did not actually kill that big, stuffed dead bird that you just carved into. So that makes it alright, doesn’t it. No, it does not! You were complicit in that bird’s death just as if you had killed it yourself because you were silent as the grave you are headed for because you stood by when you knew that millions of turkeys would lose their lives just so that you could display your hypocrisy and fake ass devotion to family and tradition. The next time a motherfucker kills Cecil, the lion’s brother’s brother, shut the fuck up! And don’t put that goddamn shit up for me to read because I fucking don’t appreciate reading about hypocrisy, ignorance and fake ass outrage! Save it! Because you have no cause to feel justified in your fake ass outrage over Cecil, the lion’s death while you sit there and unzip your pants because of your expanding stomach thanks to gorging yourself on a dead turkey! And then head to the doctor so that he can give you another pill because of all your weight-related health issues and then cry me a river!

And this brings me to something else. Our instinct for killing is not just for the so-called ‘animals’. We turn against other so-called ‘humans’ and we hunt and kill them for sport. We self-righteously tell ourselves that because this person’s skin tone is darker than ours, he or she does not deserve to live. They are not ‘human’. They will become just another trophy; another notch on this gun. Oh, this killing thing is sweet. It is so sweet that we can still sit up in church on a Sunday morning and bow our heads and pray about how good, benevolent and kind we are because we just put $100 into the collection plate and we wrote a $50 check out to Goodwill. See? We’re so good and thoughtful. Let us pat ourselves on our goddamn saintly ass back. That’s ‘humanitarian’. Again! No, it is not. That is hypocrisy. You’re a goddamn hypocrite and you are deceiving yourself into believing that you are good and decent when you are just flat out, dead filth. You don’t have a heart and you sure as hell don’t have that soul that your preacher or reverend is going on and on about. You are not going to some heavenly reward for being a humanitarian do-gooder. You are going to get planted and that’s it. Kid yourself all you want, but this is it. Do you honestly think that there is going to be some ‘god’ that is going to grant you the right to murder with impunity in some paradise beyond the stars? Do you honestly think that your filthy ass is going to enjoy the riches in some heavenly mansion? Yeah! Bow your stupid head and continue to pretend that you are the next best thing to a saint. You are nothing but a lying, hypocritical piece of nothing. I don’t care what your net worth is; you are worthless. I don’t care how much perfume you spray on or how much cologne you use, it will never conceal the stench of death because that is what you are; dead. And your ass is not in purgatory; that would be too good for the likes of you. This is it. You’re either a decent ‘human’ because you have got a heart or you are ‘dead’ and most of you are dead and you are the very ones who are posting “Happy Thanksgiving” posts back and forth to each other. You are the very ones that are gathering with the other thankful ‘dead’ pretending and postulating for the benefit of who? Because you have already proven that you are dead. Why else would you just go with the flow? You know what this day called, “Thanksgiving” is all about, but because you have no heart, you go on pretending that it is all about displaying fake ass love with family members you secretly hate and wish were dead so that you can swoop in and scoop up whatever trinkets and baubles and insurance benefits they may have left behind.

So yes, I am thankful because I am not sitting down at a table with a big stuffed dead bird on it; complete with all the trimmings. I am thankful because I am not gorging myself on the remains of a carcass of what used to be a living, breathing, beautiful bird. I am thankful that I am not sitting around the table with people that I detest and loathe all the while pretending that I am pleased to be with them. I am thankful that I am not a hypocrite; who after having prayed for 30 seconds, gorged myself on a dead bird, then immediately headed out the door to get a head start on my capitalism fix. I am thankful that I think for myself and have never felt the need to conform to the dictates of a fucked up society filled with the walking dead(and no, it’s not just a TV show). I am thankful that I can say that I am indeed, human and alive!

And no, I do not wish you a “Happy Thanksgiving” because I know what this day stands for and I have never stood for genocide, theft, lies, slavery, torture, rape, hunting, hypocrisy, corruption, brutality, barbarity, murder and war and I certainly don’t stand for ignorance. And if you are celebrating this day, you are too ignorant for words! And if you have a problem with this, bite me!

Fuck The Red Roses!

 

red roses

Roses are in bloom

and summer is in the air.

I love the whole world.

This mood is quite rare.

 

So rare is this mood,

that it does not exist

This is a piece of shit,

with just a new twist.

 

Fuck the red roses.

And to hell with summer time.

I hate the whole world

because it’s filled with racist slime.

 

I don’t need to play nice.

Nor will I write about fairies.

The whole world is on fire

and I am done with ‘hail marys’.

 

Prayers, I don’t need.

They have no relevance.

People must be praying

for the spread of malevolence.

 

When I look around

only brutality do I see.

There is no real love.

I see evil and barbarity.

 

You say that life is great!

Who are you kidding?

Wake up and face reality

of the bombing and the killing.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

This poem is all about sarcasm and irony. Summer will soon be upon us but it would seem to be another ‘Summer of our discontent’. I cannot see the roses for the brutality and the suffering that is being inflicted by so-called ‘humans’ against each other.

 

 

I Am On An Anti-Military Crusade!

 

soldiers

I am on an anti-military crusade

For being a killer is why you get paid

Do us all a favor and just drop dead

Shoot yourself in your goddamn head

You are sick and you need to die

And I will be glad to tell you why

You’re already dead when you aim a drone

At someone who to you, is unknown

You are not  human and you fucking know that

That is why you can kill at the drop of a hat

You say that it’s the only job that you can find

I’d rather get crushed underground in a mine

Unlike you, I am human and I give a damn

About all the children that you killed in *Nam.

I ache for the mothers that have lost a child

And for the people in Afghanistan that you defiled

You suit up and you go not into harm’s way

But to a foreign land and make people, your prey.

I am expected to sympathize when you get fucked up

Nothing fucking doing since you are morally bankrupt

Never for a minute think that I will take your side

You’re an ugly, twisted shit hopped up on false pride

I hope that your own mind becomes the enemy

And when you die, burn in hell for all eternity.

*Vietnam

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Crap a goddamn attitude over this one, I fucking hope you do because I mean every damn word of this poem and as inspiration comes, more of the like will get posted, you fucking military whores and though I don’t believe in the ‘christian’s’ hell, I hope that there is someplace that you end up in that will make you wish you were never born!

 

 

 

I Die A Thousand Deaths Each Day!

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When will you stop killing me?
I die a thousand deaths each day.
You kill me over and over again,
and then another me, you slay.

We are all just one big family
but you don’t see me in that way.
You point your weapon at my chest
as though I’m just some hunted prey.

The blood that flows from me,
also pulses through your veins.
And as another me lies dying,
a thousand more of me remains.

So, kill each and every one of me.
And when you’re the last me left to stand,
then the killing will finally end,
when you die by your own hand.

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

What difference does it make in the name that we give the latest excuse for war? There will always be a ‘group’ of people that will be perceived as evil incarnate and therefore, must be ‘bombed’ into oblivion. Must we ALL have to die for there to be no more war? Must there only be one so-called, ‘human’ left on earth and then what? What would that last ‘human’ do? Kill himself?, that is my guess because after all, what else are we wired for?

So, we’re going to bomb the ‘ISIS be-headers’ club because that will put an end to ‘terrorists’, right? It has worked SO very well thus far, hasn’t it? We ‘arm’ the ‘terrorists’. We train the ‘terrorists’ and then when they become ‘uncontrollable’, we ‘bomb them because they decided on a different course of action than what we initially intended. Sigh!! We never learn.

Do You Think I Give A Shit?

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Bomb the hell out of Iraq.
Now, y’all just watch my back,
as I board new Air Force One
and the grunts will get it done.

They don’t think, they just do
whatever I tell them to.
I can’t ask for more than that.
They’re just a bug for me to splat.

Oh, I wax and wane real good,
about all the things I should
and then I turn around and spit.
Do you think I give a shit?

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

As Obama boards Air Force One for his uh hum… much needed vacation on Martha’s Vineyard, the U.S. is bombing Iraq, yet again and the only reason, I said, the only reason that we are again, bombing Iraq is over some shit that we initially unleashed there by starting a war in Iraq based on a WMDs LIE!! There was no ISIS, ISIL or al-Qaeda in Iraq before we initially bombed the hell out of Iraq. The Iraqi people had done not a goddamn thing to the U.S. and the U.S. stands for Useless Shithole as we ain’t fucking united in this shithole.

And what the fuck has been settled between Israel and the Palestinian people? Not a goddamn thing, but it’s ALL good ’cause it’s VACATION TIME!

“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

Blood Will Always Flow!

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I look down at the weapon that I hold in my own hand,
standing over a lifeless body in a strange and foreign land.

I just took a life and I don’t even care!
But on my daughter’s head, I would not harm a hair.

What difference should it make and how could I ever kill?
And yet I look down at you and in death, you lie so still.

I stand here blaming you for the cause of your own death
and never think that who I kill for are those who hold the wealth.

They say that I am a soldier and that what I do is right.
I just go to the wars they start and then I begin to fight.

What use is there in wondering if it’s me who’s in the wrong.
I know that what I do ain’t right and I’ve known it all along.

But you see, it’s just a job to me, it’s not personal at all.
Remember, I’m just a soldier and your death was not my call.

If I take the fight to you, then you won’t bring it here.
They control us with their lies and say it’s you that we should fear.

You are dead and I’m alive but for how long I do not know.
The war machine continues on and someone’s blood will always flow.

Think about who the REAL enemy is! Yeah! I know, ‘thinking’ for yourself is a novel concept, but attempt it anyway!

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

Military Whores!

Those 'military whores' seem eager to torture innocent people after an illegal invasion of their home.

Those ‘military whores’ seem eager to torture innocent people after an illegal invasion of their home.

Look into your eyes, dear soldier.
Now tell me what it is you see.
In the mirror, the image that is you
is hell looking straight back at thee?

You picked up a weapon to fight.
Never thinking what it might cost.
Your soul is now black as coal
and that line you once drew was crossed.

There is no turning back again.
A clear conscience, you will never know.
You fought for some smoke and mirrors
and now your mind is a paralyzing foe.

So, think twice, dear warriors before you sign.
All the glory that they claim will be yours
will leave a taste that won’t ever go away
as they turn you into military whores.


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

Yes, keep prostituting yourself because that is exactly what you are doing. They pay you for the use of your body and you use that body to kill. The only difference between you and a street prostitute is that you kill with a gun or a missile or maneuvering a drone while they kill via STDs. Don’t pretend to hate prostitution, you’re engaging in it and most willingly. Why don’t you stop whoring yourself out? Is the ‘pay’ that good? And how great of a ‘pimp’ is Obama, commander-in-chief of the military brothel? Think about it and get back to us on that, willya?