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Tuesday, November 7, 2006
Sean Baker, a US military guard, volunteered to wear an orange jumpsuit and pretend to be an uncooperative detainee in Guantánamo during a training exercise in January 2003. The guards, who did not know who he was, beat and choked him to the point where he suffered pernament brain injury -Amnesty International Report on Torture in the "War on Terror"
It's been a long week. I've been through plenty of extremes. Joy, to despair. I'm not the only one, and there are many more out there in much greater need of support and love than I. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. It was partially in lazyness, but recent events have made it hard to find a reason to post.
Suffice it to say, I love you all.
To a fellow that I admired and respected, a tribute. This song played on the long drive back to Brisbane from Toowoomba. It means a lot to me, and I'll not explain it. Just appreciate the emotion behind it that many of us experience each and every day.
Flogging Molly - The Spoken Wheel Lyrics
Your passin' broke the silence
On that dark October day
The sun was headin' for the west
As it did I heard you say
I set my sail for a gentle breeze
Now I leave this world as it was meant to be
And you, did you listen to anything I said?
Did you ever listen to me?
Though now it seems you'll never know
But every lad to a man must grow
Till winter comes to celebrate
Then proudly chills the bone
When at last they bury me
Into this ground you'll someday see
And you, did you listen to anything I said?
Did you ever listen to me?
Though the face we wear
Sometimes seldom speaks
From the babe that cries
To this grown man's feet
May the hand still write
And its' heart shape keep
Till our fathers, sons and daughters agree
So I will pave this road till glory
Sets our broken spirit free
From every cross-soaked nail pours endless rain
With tears no eye should see
But they could fill our highest ocean
And the rivers in between
With every blade that flowers must grow
then drown
With love our cruelest sea
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Good day and Good night. I have three exams left and a few people to help with relationship issues.
And I've got to try to stop being so emotionally barren. Apparently.
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