Friday, May 7. 2004
The Dogs of War
This is Lynndie England, the petite brunette with a cigarette hanging from her lips epitomised America's shame over revelations US soldiers routinely tortured inmates at Abu Ghraib jail near Baghdad. Continue here.
Related news here.
If you want to experience the dehumanizing process of being a soldier, go watch Full Metal Jacket, a film by Stanley Kubrick. Screenplay here.
Listening to: Wilco - Pick Up The Change
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The Lynndie England song
Idiots heaven West Virginia
all related around Shenandoah river
Incest is old there older than the trees
younger than the maggots in the mountain cheese
Country roads take her home
To the camp she belongs
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
All my memories gather 'round her
Army's lady stranger to clear water
Dark and dusty smelling to the sky
Misty taste of bootshine drinking like a guy
Country roads take her home
To the camp she belongs
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
I hear a voice in the morning how she calls me
The radio reminds me of the IRAQ far away
Drivin' down the road I get the feelin'
That she should been home yesterday yesterday
Country roads take her home
To the camp she belongs
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
Country roads take her home
To the camp she belongs
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
La la la hey hey
La la la hey hey
La la la hey hey
La la la
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
La la la hey hey
La la la hey hey
La la la hey hey
La la la
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
Take her home country roads
Take her home country roads
Idiots heaven West Virginia
all related around Shenandoah river
Incest is old there older than the trees
younger than the maggots in the mountain cheese
Country roads take her home
To the camp she belongs
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
All my memories gather 'round her
Army's lady stranger to clear water
Dark and dusty smelling to the sky
Misty taste of bootshine drinking like a guy
Country roads take her home
To the camp she belongs
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
I hear a voice in the morning how she calls me
The radio reminds me of the IRAQ far away
Drivin' down the road I get the feelin'
That she should been home yesterday yesterday
Country roads take her home
To the camp she belongs
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
Country roads take her home
To the camp she belongs
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
La la la hey hey
La la la hey hey
La la la hey hey
La la la
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
La la la hey hey
La la la hey hey
La la la hey hey
La la la
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
Take her home country roads
Take her home country roads
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