September 8, 2008
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7:07 A.M.
Good morning. People were saying they were having some strange trouble with a Go-Daddy page showing up instead of our home page. I only saw it happen 1 out of about 20 tries, and we’re getting Chad to look into it. If anything, it seems like some sort of cheese ball low-end hack.
Whatever, in’, we’re on it…
8:05 A.M.
Okay, we were hacked. Seems to be primarily de-bugged, but may be a little hit or miss for a little bit as our guy pores through everything double checking for any hidden hack and stuff like that. If you have trouble, just keep coming back as can, we’ll be fine.
8:10 A.M.
Repost from yesterday, as a lot of office folks and such can’t/don’t access the site on weekends, and it’s the second to last post in a series:
A Brief Story Of The Voice, Part 4
The moon of Iraq is insane. At 5:00 the whole country goes pitch black, and you can’t see a foot in front of your face. At about 11:30, the moon appears on the horizon, and does this sudden 30 minute rocket ride to the apex of the heavens and suddenly the whole land is lit up by a Herculean torch in the sky. As the hellhounds howl and growl through it all.
So yeah, it was just after midnight and I stood outside of the luxurious Camp Fallujuah’s press hootch which was housing just me tonight, prepping to enjoy one last cigarette and a an ipod song or two. Camp Fallujah was a safety zone far enough of outside of the city that it’s arguably misnomored. Tomorrow I would leave for the dreaded and legendary capital of hell on earth itself. The remains of the Jihadi Fallujah, not this American Mall version I was at for the night. Which was fine by me for many reasons, one being that I was on a camp full of pogs and it literally had an ill effect on me.
I lit the Marlboro, hit shuffle on the ipod, and up came this song ( I recommend just letting it play while continuing to read):
Under present circumstances its dirge-like nature was freaky but unmetionable enough. However, the arc light moon above caught my eye. As God is my witness, a little cloud, in the precise shape of the silohuette of the grim reaper began to pass over the edge of the moon right as this beautiful angel starts singing something that I’m making out to be about dying…in the cold…which it very much is in Iraq right now …my sister told me she was going to die, in so many technically not precise but actually precise words….I lock my eyes onto this cloud, this Grim Reaper silhouette again, because I know it’s bull, that’s not really the shape…”I’d like to die” she’s singing again…”Where were you when I was lonesome..” which just made the whole song seem so perfectly tailored to the here and now cos every bit of friend and family I had had been cut off from me for weeks and weeks… “locked away in freezing cold”) so yeah I’m deadlocked onto this cloud only to see that I was dead right in the firs.t place, God damn, can you believe this, that thing is a perfect replica, chest up, of the Grim reaper, and this song just comes on about dying and I ain’t psychic but I have had just under a handful of truly powerful and mostly disturbing precognitive experiences and this damned to hell cloud won’t change shape at all as it passes slowly taking full minutes, and the button called random brought me this song, one of the most simultaneously beautiful and sad and entirely about death freak you out meditations that I’ve ever heard and the voice isn’t even human, it’s a goddamn angel, and the cloud’s still the same as it drifts and i just say out loud to myself and God above “I’m going to die in Fallujah. What the ? Why you gotta tell me this now? Why not just let it happen? I don’t need to know this , do I?”
“I don’t wanna swim the ocean
I don’t wanna fight the tide
I don’t to live forever
When it’s cold, I’d like to die”
She’s singin’ and I’m smokin’ and now pacin’. Laugh, but when your in a place like that you’re constantly seeing signs in your mind posted up everywhere.
Continued Shortly
9:28 A.M.
You know, the more I think about Hussein saying he decided not to join the military because there currently wasn’t any war for him to be deployed the more, really, really pissed off I get. Think about what that statement means if he’s lying. It means he’s not any different from anyone posing as a war veteran who isn’t. In other words, he’s trying to steal the credit of courage earned by those who volunteered to serve in combat. “I was brave enough to go, but they had no where for me to go.” But it’s just like the Iraq war vote. He wasn’t a Senator yet, so he never had the oppurtunity to vote on whether or not we should go into Iraq. So we have no real idea of how he would’ve voted. But he demands the credit for voting “no”, without ever having voted at all….ladies in and gengtlemen, I give to you the Coward In Chief…the Con-artists In Chief…a lawmaker who, as we’ve recently been reminded, can write two autobiographies before 50 and not one law substantial enough to have even the faintest whiff of legacy about it, means…..what Hussein does, his life’s work, the only thing at which he bears any expertise, is selling Hussein. He is quite literally the diametric opposite of a public servant. As President he’ll have one concern: “How can I be more than just this? I mean, President’s great, but how do I get even more? What’s the next step-up gig, the larger corner office, the fatter expense account?”
2:17 P.M.
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