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8/29/13 Thursday US Killing of Syrians May Start
by Grandma's Battlecry
Wednesday Aug 28th, 2013 6:24 AM
Thursday, August 29, 2013, the day after the latest Hitler in the White House, Democrat Obama, falsely wears the mantle of peace promoter Martin Luther King on the 50th anniversary of King's famous I Have A Dream speech, Democrat Obama plans to kill Syrians for oil while Congress is on vacation, just before a major US holiday during a vacation week for many, thus minimizing opposition.
Thursday, August 29, 2013, the day after the latest Hitler in the White House, Democrat Obama, falsely wears the mantle of peace promoter Martin Luther King on the 50th anniversary of King's famous I Have A Dream speech, Democrat Obama plans to kill Syrians for oil while Congress is on vacation, just before a major US holiday during a vacation week for many, thus minimizing opposition.

This illegal, horrifying genocidal operation is being followed on:
http://www.antiwar.com/
http://www.michaelmoore.com/
http://www.globalresearch.ca/

Syria, a country of 23 million people, is being used as a stepping stone to war against Iran, another oil rich country of 80 million people and to further encircle the biggest mineral prize of all, Russia, a country of 143 million people.

The pretext of chemical weapons is a lie and vicious hypocrisy. The United States has used so-called depleted uranium, white phosphorous and napalm in Iraq at Falluja, causing horrifying birth defects to this day, and the US puppet, Israel, used white phosphorous against Palestinians in 2009, all paid for with US tax dollars. The US and the UK use depleted uranium everywhere, thus poisoning the earth forever, as well as murdering human beings and deforming babies. THESE ARE WAR CRIMES. See
http://www.globalresearch.ca/the-u-s-britain-and-israel-have-used-chemical-weapons-within-the-last-10-years/5347073

Demonstrations are planned in the San Francisco Bay Area.
1. Friday, August 30, 4 to 6 p.m. at Powell St BART/Muni Station.
See http://www.indybay.org/newsitems/2013/08/27/18742178.php

2. Saturday, August 31, 1 to 4 p.m. at UN Plaza, Civic Center BART
See http://www.indybay.org/newsitems/2013/08/28/18742224.php

Hopefully, one of these will march to the Union Square shopping district to leaflet the thousands of taxpayers shopping, so they know they are paying for war crimes, instead of schools, healthcare, social services.

This is a war criminal Democrat in the White House, the same as the war criminal Republican predecessors in the White House. The Democrat-Republicans are the twin parties of war and fascism because they exist at the behest of the war criminal capitalist class. The Democrats only mouth a few decent phrases at election time to make sure you never vote Red or Green. Once elected, they carry out the same agenda as the Republicans because they are paid by the same capitalist class and its corporations. If you want peace and social services, you have to register Peace & Freedom or Green. They need you now to stay on the ballot.

You can register online at:
https://rtv.sos.ca.gov/elections/register-to-vote/

For more information, see:
http://www.peaceandfreedom.org/home/
http://www.peaceandfreedom.org/home/about-us/platform/full-platform

http://www.cagreens.org/
http://www.cagreens.org/platform
http://www.gp.org/index.php
http://www.gp.org/index.php/what-we-believe.htmlv

This writer has been doing peace marches for over 60 years, and is thus reminded of the poem, Grandma's Battlecry.

Grandma’s Battlecry by Irene Paull (1908-1981)
Irene Paull was a reporter, editor, union organizer, civil rights worker, writer of stories and poems and peacenik.

It’s blowing in the wind again, it’s drifting in the rain
Before the dead have moldered yet or wounded healed their pain.
I am so old, my grandsons, that I remember when
I marched to hail the armistice and I was barely ten.
That was the war against all war, to save democracy
Praise God, they said, we’ve won the peace for all eternity.

I marched for Spain when some years passed and marched and marched and then
Another war to end all war and so I marched again;
I marched in Minneapolis, Chicago and Duluth,
In San Francisco and New York I marched to shout the truth.
I marched in Hiroshima and I knelt before a stash
Of tens of millions bones of people atomized to ash,
And with the distant rumble of new regiments of men
I read the warning on the tomb, “This must not be again.”

Chorus:
I marched to staunch Korea’s blood, I marched for Vietnam
I marched to stop the napalm and I marched to stop the bomb,
I’ve marched and marched and marched and marched, Oh Lord,
I’m sure I’ve done my due,
I’ve marched since I was barely ten and now I’m seventy-two.

I should be lying in the sun or dreaming in the grass
But how when generals everywhere are polishing their brass?
Entranced with dreams of four-star roles, so help me, Lord, they’re glad!
It’s said that whom the gods destroy they first must render mad.
Their burning eyes see No-Man’s Land and armies poised for action
And you, my warm and loving one, you’re merely an abstraction.

It’s geopolitics again, and oh, with what finesse
The players push their pawns about, these masterminds of chess!
How cunningly they plot each move, how logically they spar
And checkmate one another like the masters that they are.
How stimulating, how intense, a world to lose or gain,
Except for one dismaying fact, the players are insane.
Composed, dispassionate they play this game that madness spawns
And I can’t even look away. My children are the pawns.

CHORUS

Some people keep on fighting when they’ve lost an arm or leg
Some still keep up the struggle when they’re fragile as an egg
I’ve heard men rasping “I object!” with voices turned to gravel
I’ve seen a woman raise a fist who couldn’t lift a gavel,
And even with a broken heart one still can make a stand,
So lead, my children, lead the way, reach back and take my hand.
We’ll march again, confound them all, don’t quibble at my age!
I’ll shield you with my brittle bones! I’ll nourish you with rage!

I marched to staunch Korea’s blood, I marched for Vietnam
I marched to stop the napalm and I marched to stop the bomb,
I’ve marched and marched and marched and marched, Oh Lord,
I’m sure I’ve done my due,
I’ve marched since I was barely ten and now I’m seventy-two.
We’ll march again, confound them all, don’t quibble at my age!
I’ll shield you with my brittle bones! I’ll nourish you with rage!