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Saturday, January 30, 2010

I Flew Over Billie’s House Yesterday

Yesterday I looked at my childhood friend Bill’s house with the satellite map. I saw his house and the addition in the back where Bill’s bedroom was. Using my cursor, I comforted my friend. I protected him once again as he slept. I saw myself asleep in that room in another military issue bed. We were twelve years old. In 1986, Bill’s sister, Vicky, told me Bill’s father beat her brother almost every night in order to break his will. When I spent the night, these beatings did not happen. I was Bill’s innocent protector. Bill was six foot three inches tall, a blonde with Norwegian roots. Bill was my beautiful friend who I loved dearly.

Retired Lieutenant-Colonel Brian C. Arnold was insane. He had no life after he left the Army, and thus he never left the Army even though he was a civilian. He had one person under his command, his beautiful blue eyed son. He would wake Bill at six in the morning splashing water in his face with a toothbrush. If Bill did not get up fast enough, he would drag him out of bed and throw him in the ice cold bath that awaited for him where he was forced to sit for an hour with the window wide open.

As I see it, this boy is behind the Peace Demonstration against the War in Vietnam. He smoked pot, once, before he drove his car onto a railroad track and killed himself on my eighteenth birthday. When I saw the hard evidence Bill was beat up, I asked him why he did not fight back. Bill said; “I love my father, and, this is not your concern.”

I grieved yesterday, because I am an old man, and my childhood friend Bill is not here so we can share the memories of our youth and help me get it right. We will not be sitting on a park bench by Lake Merritt preparing each other for death as we grow old together. When they were building that church in the top picture, Bill and I snuck in and found a rope dangling in the tower that went all the way up to the top. Bill tied a loop on it and bid me to put my foot in it so he could hoist me to the top of the tower. I trusted Bill completely, even though he was insane in the best way a human being can be insane. Bill was an artist, a poet, and a playwright. He tried to get his play published just before he left me alone on this fucking planet where evil men go out of their way to destroy poets and painters. Bill’s military father was one of them. Having seen the view from the top, it was my turn to hoist my beloved friend, Quasimodo to the top of the spire. I can see Billie’s house in the second picture.

I have decided to author a more vivid account on a massive dose of LSD because Tony Blair is admitting the reasons to go to War in Iraq were exaggerated. British subjects who lost their kin are angry and protesting in the street. Meanwhile, in America, Senator Boehner is looking at the President of the United States like he is a traitor, the scum of the earth. Boehner is a Vet. Right-wing Veterans of Vietnam think they should run the country, and they should defame the left employing slander and lies, because this is what they want to believe the left did to Americans who served in that illegal war in Vietnam. This is why all those Republicans refuse to serve the Commander in Chief. They want to believe the Peace Movement was led by Communists. They are a part of a Evangelical Right-wing Military Junta who claim they have true patriots on their side. Get a fucking life, and get out of the deluded Christian Army you think you belong to! Grow up! Serve your President!

Yesterday, I told a friend I and thinking of getting my own T.V. show. If I do, I will challenge Senator Boehner to come on and box me in a ring with gloves. After the bell rings, I will come out of the ring, and as hard as I can, kick Boehner in the balls.

“That’s for Billy, you lying un-patriotic piece of shit – and the Sons of Liberty who died dishonorable deaths because you and your kind gave them false reasons to die for, and thus denied them a real fighting chance, because God is never on the side of liars!”

As haaaaaaaaaaaard as I can. I want to stomp that smirk off his face!

We Presco children knew the Coakley family who owned much property around Lake Merritt. Kay Coakley had a huge painting of this lake on her wall.

My houseboat was loacated where the white cargo container cranes are in the third photo.

http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSN1416882220100129

Tony Blair opened himself up to a charge of misleading Parliament today when he told the Iraq Inquiry that by any objective analysis the threat posed by Saddam Hussein’s chemical and biological weapons programme had not increased after 9/11.

Appearing as the star witness before Sir John Chilcot’s panel, the former Prime Minister stressed the transformation of US and UK foreign policy after the attacks of September 11, 2001, an event which he said had changed the “calculus of risk” for the transatlantic allies.

WASHINGTON – President Obama dove headfirst into the belly of the GOP beast Friday – and left the not-so-loyal opposition bleeding on a Baltimore ballroom floor.

He skewered Republicans for obstructionist tactics, dubious facts and a lack of civility in opposing his domestic agenda, especially health care reform.

“If you were to listen to the debate and, frankly, how some of you went after this bill, you’d think that this thing was some Bolshevik plot,” Obama told the GOP issues retreat after unveiling a proposal for $33 billion in small-business tax incentives.

House Republican leaders had tried to score political points by inviting Obama to their lair. Problem was, he showed up.

“You’ve given yourselves very little room to work in a bipartisan fashion because what you’ve been telling your constituents is, this guy is doing all kinds of crazy stuff that’s going to destroy America,” Obama said, his face appearing to tighten in anger.

Posted by Jon Presco at 4:52 AM

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