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[aid] => mick
[title] => Corset'd Thinkin'
[time] => 2008-03-20 17:05:52
[hometext] => alil long but for a point, very good and an important read
[bodytext] => We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. Constitution "The homosexual agenda is destroying this nation, OK, it's just a fact," "I honestly think it's the biggest threat that our nation has, even more so than terrorism or Islam, which I think is a big threat," Rep. Sally Kern Ignorance Hate Cruelty Anger Harassment Beaten Murder'd Blind Crudeness Antagonism Victims Hostility Oppression Violence Spew'd Pride America the beautiful We are CITIZENS Too Don't we deserve RIGHTS Too? “There was a metal chair in the middle of the room -- they put a gas flame under the chair, and made me sit on it as the metal seat got hotter and hotter. They threatened to send me to an army barracks where all the soldiers were going to rape me. There was a soft drink bottle sitting on a table -- Ali Panahi told one of the other basiji to take the bottle and shove it up my as, screaming, ‘This will teach you not to want any more cock!’ I was so afraid of sitting in that metal chair as it got hotter and hotter that I confessed. Then they brought out my file, and told me that I was a ‘famous faggot’ in Shiraz. They beat me up so badly that I passed out, and was thrown, unconscious, into a holding cell. “When I came to, I saw there were several dozen other gay guys in the cell with me. One of them told me that, after they had taken him in, they beat him and forced him to set up dates with people through chat rooms -- and each one of those people had been arrested, those were the other people in that cell with me.” “We were eventually all taken to court, and cross-examined. The judge sentenced four of us, including me, to public flogging. The news was printed all over the newspapers that a group of homosexuals had been arrested, with our names. I got 100 lashes -- I passed out before the 100 lashes were over. When I woke up, my arms and legs were so numb that I fell over when they picked me up from the platform on which I’d been lashed. They had told me that, if I screamed, they will beat me even harder -- so I was biting my arms so hard, to keep from screaming, that I left deep teeth wounds in my own arms.” ...Ahmir Death Becomes us Death Becomes a nation When People are Openly Harass'd Totur'd 'N kill'd 'N one stops it The puppet masters Wit the string Bind Gag Chain and cuff Try to hold down But They got a GIANT On their hands We no longer We refuse To Be the whippin' boy Held in the corner To be hung As decoration We raise up 'N rainbow After the storm We survive! "We're not teaching facts and knowledge any more, folks," "We're teaching indoctrination, OK, and they are going after our young children, as young as 2 years of age, to try to teach them a homosexual lifestyle is an acceptable lifestyle." "It spreads, OK, and this stuff is deadly and it's spreading and it will destroy our young people," "It will destroy this nation." Rep. Sally Kern We the people Of the war Of wars Torn askew Freedom lackin' Stolen From us Burn. Burn The bush Must burn For new life To begin. To many dead Floods Of blooden'd Tears Sweep across us And for what What vendetta Do we hold? Cornerstones split As we only Band-Aid Our wounds And run To save the world. Money spills From pockets To fund failures And the mothers The homeless Unemploy'd And mournin' All left to sorrow No richer The wiser. 8 years Too long Too long Forgotten The great nation Crumblin' Forgettin' To its sick Poor and needing NOw Arms outstretch'd Lookin' for hope Or A glimmer of light The burnin' bush Upon Mose's eyes. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 43 [informant] => kissingsolitude [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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