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June 11: Kucinich and 35 Articles of Impeachment against GWB, David Swanson on Kucinich on Bush, a Musical Mix and some Poetry + RadmanX Rants and Raves |
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Written by Adam Roufberg
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Monday, 16 June 2008 |
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I dedicated this day to Congressman Dennis Kucinich and the 35 Articles of Impeachment he introduced onto the House Floor Monday June 9. I was set to interview Kucinich but he got called to vote on his his articles of impeachment to send them to the House Judiciary Committee. I intend to speak with him soon so stay tuned. I played audio from the 4.5 hours K spoke on the house floor in which he enumerated, in excruciating detail, Bush's High Crimes and Misdemeanors and mixed it up with some of my favorite music from some of my favorite artists including Igor Stavinsky, John Coltrane, Head-Roc, Murali Coryell, Sarah Perrotta, David Kraii and the Saddle Tramps, Paco De Lucia, and others.
David Swanson, cofounder of After Downing Street and DC Pres of Democrats.com joined me to discuss Kucinich's Articles of Impeachment, the necessity for impeachment, and what each and every US citizen could/should be doing to see that Bush be held accountable to the rule of law.
Additionally, at some point during the program, I did a reading of one of my own poems as the poetic service announcement. Here it is:
I see orgasm written All over your face as You dine on my bullets of Pure ethnocentric delight
Your blood burns Your bones shatter As you are liberated from the hell you were born into
At taxpayers expense
Your expression crosses the threshold of despair
As your children Are ripped to pieces Burnt flesh scattered On my upside down flag the magic carpet-bomber Carrying youth to do the bidding To slaughter and be slaughtered An Eye for an eye Do unto others
I hear your wretched women wailing
In my dreams of despair
Children bursting in air
gave proof through the night
that our flag was still there
And I roast you Little Infant At the touch of a button
And cover you with the fine
dust of your progenitors
And the larger chunks of
edifice that defined you
on this one time map of human existence amidst this hell of a garden of eden cooked to perfection like a young suckling pig or a rubber turkey flambaisted
© RadmanX
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 17 June 2008 )
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