Iran

Iran away from common decency
Iran away from sanity
Iran toward my annihilation
Iran toward my vanity

Iran away from the good life
And chose cheap power instead
Iran toward pychotic despotism
And away from using the brain in my head

Iran away from civilized progress
From education and learning new ways
Iran toward the darkness of demons
Toward the crushing of hope for

A brand new day

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Iran from leading my people
Into the new millinium of light
Iran away from the truth
Covered my ears and shut my eyes

Real tight

Iran toward the sword
The justice of cold steel rain
Iran away from goodness and mercy
To worship death and pain


Neils
9:16 pm
05/17/2006
*
transcribed this time
1:21 pm
05/20/2006
*
Written
with Mahmud AHMADI-NEJAD,
Ansar-e Hizballah, and more than a
few of the mad mad mullahs in mind
*
No nukes for you
No wiping anybody off the map
No 40,000 suicide bomber threats
No more soft responses to your crap

Turn toward civilization
Turn away from lies
Turn around and live

Turn around or die


N.....again

Maybe a little turn about would.....be fair play

All I need to know about reporters

Is how many of them have been killed
How many have been wounded under fire
Was any reporter killed by a road bomb
By an IED going off under a tire

I don’t care what they’re doing it for
I don’t care if they were brave or true
Just give me the dead and injured numbers
Don’t bore me with what they were trying to do

All I need to know about reporters
Is how many have lost a limb or eye
Just get me some sensational action shots
I’ll fill in the who’s and what’s and why’s

Don’t waste my time about their hardships
Don’t sap it all up about their love of home
Although I would be interested in maybe
If they were ever really scared and alone

All I need to know about reporters

Is how many of them have been killed
Was it a record amount today
All that counts is how much blood there was
And not what their hearts and souls had to say

All I need to know about reporters

Is how many of them have been killed
And is there anybody I could possibly blame
All I need to know is their bloody body count
And of course everyone knowing how to

Pronounce and spell my name



Neils
10:31 pm
05/13/2006

How much do they want to take

They want to take
Till there's nothing left

Like it's all about a conversation
Like nobody actually lives or dies
Like good men don't fight the fights
And crybabies don't cry cry cry

It's all about tricky words
It's all about the soft attack
Some just can't do a face to face
Without coming around your back

It's all about kissing the right butt
When the penalties start coming down
But me I'd rather go down swingin
Then be some kind of a suck up clown

Some people lie and distort
Some people morally equivocate
Till they see that hammer raised
Raised upon high by the hand of fate

I keep seeing the etiquette of manners
I keep hearing the arbiters of style
Espousing it’s not important what you say
As long as you do it with a smile

And continuing on

With their no plans for America
Except to negotiate freedom away
Like their incessant braying and nagging
Will keep persistent malignant evil at bay



Neils
9:22 pm
05/10/2006
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transcribed this time
10:14 am
05/12/2006

The Stinking Peace At Any Cost Freaks

And

The rotten compromising politicians are the
Source of any stench relating to Viet Nam
Comparisons as well as the present day goings on
Struggles for the salvation of civilization

Just like now........

With the press and their endless
Carping and harping on casualties

Like they care
Like they give a damn at all
Like they want anything but praise
From their buddies down the hall

In their journalistic palaces
Or in the Hotel bar
Or on their flights to nowhere
Or driving in their rented cars

Screw their pen and paper
Their narcissistic glory
Their dreams of Pulitizer Putz Prizes
For the Breaking Story

They don't know what sacrifice is
They don't know what courage can do
They don't know what battles are
Or what any of the troops go through

They have no vision for this nation
Or know what freedom means
Except they get to do what they want
They alone get to paint the scene

With their own colors that run
With their own gutless words
With their one flag's the same as another
And the Eagle is just another bird

All they are are manicured freaks
Empty dresses blow dryed hair and suits
Who have absolutely no soul connection
For those who carry the ruk sacks

For those
Who wear the boots



Neils
8:26 am
05/05/2006
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transcribed this time
10:29 pm
05/06/2006

N....again

As To the 20th Hi-Jackers Sentencing

The "we" that I am a part of did not lose........
It is not the sentence that any true patriot
Of this country would choose

I say

Others in the conspiracy of willfully dangerous stupidity
Have revealed their position..
But I am not bound by their ignorant chants and rants
Nor intimidated by their threatening inquisition


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I am not part of the weak
I think Moussaoui should die
I approve of his life being taken
In the blink of an eye

I approve of illegals being rounded up
And being shot if they resist
I think La Raza is the butt of the problem
And the Brown Berets are the cysts

Mary O McCarthy is a traitor
Who ought to be taken out and hung
I think the Durham Douche-bag
Is nothing but lying Dung

But the La Crosse players are idiots
For bringing a stripper in
For setting themselves up in a situation
That they could never win

Cynthia McKinney needs to go to jail
But the press won't hound her on this
Because they're afraid they won't be
Cool...if a black panther raises his fist

I think

Iran needs bunker buster nukes
Rammed up their facilities ass
Because I am not part of the weak
And ammunition is cheaper than gas




Neils
7:44 am
05/04/2006
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transcribed this time
7:52 am
05/04/2006

N....again

It's in my blood and ink

I have written about the unborn
I am proud to own my guns
I care about the security of my country
And want to see it properly done

I want a fence on the border
I want the illegal aliens out
I have complete disdain for Murtha
And his hen pecking doubt

If you’re talking to some terrorist
The NSA should tap your phone
And if you argue anything else
You haven’t a mind or back bone

So I’m not the party of surrender
I’m not the party of self destruct
I live by my values and it shows
In my everyday decisions and conduct

The official language ought to be English
Talk what you want on your own time
You want something translated try reaching
In your pocket for your own damn dime

I’m conservative to the core
It’s in my blood and ink
And I take personal responsibility
For my actions and own up

For the way I think



Neils
5:41 pm
01/06/2006
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transcribed this time
1:39 pm
04/17/2006


N....again

It's you allright

You're what's wrong with my country
You're what's wrong with the world
Just what we need is another boy toy
Who throws just like a girl

You don't know what you're talking about
You don't know what you're saying
You're just standing there in the wind like
Some ass that likes to hear themselves braying

Nobody's going to listen to you
Because there's no way you'd ever fight
All you want to do is empty conversate
And repeat what you think makes you right

But you don't even know the basics
You don't care about who's killing who
You just want to open mouth criticize
Whomever would be safest for you

Go live amongst the Palestinians
Why don't you try that one on for style
Or you could just stand there shovlin
From out of that self created steaming

Stinking pile


Neils
7:57 pm
9/5/2004
*
transcribed this time
10:57 am
04/17/2006



N.....again

I am not your friend

I'm not your friend

You don't have any friends
Only people who think like you do
And if you waver in the slightest
You know exactly what they'll do

Oh they talk about freedom
But you wouldn't stand a chance
If you don't follow the party line
And dance every step to their dance

Of Infirmative action
Of America's always wrong
And the only way the world will love us
Is for us not to be so strong

And you don't know what fake is
Or you wouldn't open your mouth like that
And spill out all your trauma drama
Without any relevant back up facts

You're just a hit and run
You're just a short quick flame
Who tries to rough puff up all big
But you are basically ... tame

You're a nice guy right
Because you don't have any other choice
It would take a certain kind of strength
For you to find your real voice

And you may or may not
More than likely probably not
Because there's just a whole lot of
Encouragement now-a-days

To remain a smart assed snot


Neils
7:04 pm
06/27/2003
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transcribed this time
11:10 am
04/13/2006


N....again

Simply put

I have done my best to honor my mother
I have done my best to show my sister I care
I have done my best to show women respect
But man bashing and baiting does nothing

To stir my chivilrous air


Neils
8:34 pm
02/21/2005
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transcribed this time
11:05 am
04/13/2006


N....again

Why I hate the Main Stream Media and...

How Francis Fukuyama
Made the Half Wits list

By sounding like another who's
Giving it the ol intellectual wank
By sounding like another who's
Joined the ranks of skanks

Known as

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Autocrats Defeatocrats and
The media called....main stream
Who know no blow too low
Who have but poison to offer

Any plan or visionary dream

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These kind thought it was the
Grave yard of empires in Afghanistan
These kind will sell you out
To the very last brave standing man

They've been raving no WMD's
Like that's going to set anybody free
They never encourage or point out
The positive only the negativities

The lay claim to the no brain
Of we're losing all of our friends
Thieves like Germany and France
And anybody who'll wear depends

When it comes to facing down
This global terrorist threat
They keep screaming Exit strategy
Without a peep of regret

But what's standing up the Iraqi military
Or training a competant police force
Who'll enforce decent laws
To help follow a civilized course

Instead the pressure is kept up
Iraq Katrina it's all the same
It's just another of Hells shell games
Just more finger pointing blame

Instead of encouragement
And contributions that matter
All they got is harping and carping
But never stepping up to be the batter

They don't care about the UN scandal
They don't care they don't care
They speak treasonous words
Even overseas anytime anywhere

After 911 they were the people who
Thought we flew the flag too much
They started hedging their bets as
Soon as they could do such

Till now they're ravingly out of touch

And then it was too many soldiers
On the ground or was it too few
Plus Nit wit picking about body armour
To express and vet their view

They're the ditch witch Cindy
The self loathing Michael Moore
They're all tramps and con artists
They're all out and out whores




Neils
8:51 am
03/21/2006

It's not too late

It's not too late to desert them

It's not too late to rip from them
Any meaning to their sacrifice and lives
It's not too late to let defeatism
Take root and thrive

It's not too late to say
I told you so I told you all along
It's not too late to let bitter arrogance
Sing it's sickly sweet surrender song

Come on Come on Come on
Let's screw another generation of young men
Come on Come on Come on
We can make it like way back then

Let's listen to the torturous logic
That traitors and two faced liars speak
Let's sell out the Kurds again
Let's listen to the insane insipid and weak

Let’s bring back the rape rooms
Let's encourage Syria and Iran
Let's encourage all the terrorist killers
Let's listen to Zarqawi's demands

But mostly

It's not too late to dessert them
To hang them out to dry
And we can say we did it for them
Because we didn't want to listen to

Cry babies cry

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It's not to late to rip from them
Any meaning to their sacrifice and lives
It's not too late to let defeatism
Take root and thrive

It's not too late to say
I told you so I told you all along
It's not too late to let bitter arrogance
Sing its sickly sweet surrender song




Neils
2:00 am
03/02/2006
*
transcribed this time
11:55 am
03/02/2006

N....again
*
Written for the Zogby poll
saying the troops all want to come home.
I hate the fake flakes and their lies
and manipulations.

Hate being a somewhat inadequate word for
what I feel for these contant attempts to
demoralize and undermine...They are
NO fellow citizens of mine.

N....yet again

Where do you go

Where do you go
When your own government

Demands you surrender
Tells you to raise your hands
Threatens and punishes you
For being a freedom loving man

Where do you go
And who do you talk to
When they call it a conspiracy
If you say what is true

What do you do
And what does it take
When the sell out is from within
When the leadership goes fake

Where do you go
And what do you do
When it becomes against the law
To fight what is coming for you

When stealing your heritage
Isn't even any longer disguised
When they look you in the face
And laugh handing you their lies

When are we allowed to resist
How do we address our own fate
When permission will only be granted
When....

It's too late


Neils
5:23 pm
02/17/2006
*
Sell the management of
US ports to Arabs
Don't do anything about
200 Mexican National incursions
across our border....
Let the gas prices go through
the roof and
Screw the average American
Screw'm...yeah I hear you
and I seriously don't care what your
"intentions" are

N....again

What the Hell is wrong with you

What the Hell is wrong with you

What a little scum bag queen you are
What a bratty arrogant snot
With no idea who Pappy Boyington is
Or what is and what is not

Such arrogance and ignorance
Drooling out between your lips
How did you get an attitude
That low slow shallow and flip


Neils
8:03 am
02/16/2006
*
this was written to:
Jill Edwards, a Junior in Mathematics at the
University of Washington, says that a
U.S. Marine is not --- that's right, NOT the example
of the sort of person that the University of Washington
wants to produce.

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By the way .. there's at least one more moonbat
on the U of W student senate. Her name is Ashley Miller.
Ashley says that there are already enough monuments
at UW commemorating "rich white men."

Her email address is jae6@u.washington.edu

transcribed this time
8:46 am
02/16/2006

N….again

A Farewell To America's F 14 Tom Cat

What a machine

What a Helluva bolt out of the blue machine
What a kick in the seat of a fighter pilots pants
What a streak of quick silver across the sky
What contributions were made at the fire fights dance

The F 14 Tom Cat is one of those that will
Always live somewhere in some warriors heart
She was fast maneuverable agile and volatile
She did go above and beyond to do her part

It took intelligence and discipline to fly her
And more than a bit of hair on fire personality
And I appreciate them all the builders the mechanics
The whole crew that armed her to the teeth

That plane took down more than a few bad guys
She was a presence in the air for the land of the free
And could still manage to land on a postage stamp
In the middle of the ocean on a rolling sea

The F 14 Tom Cat is one of those that will
Always live somewhere in some warriors heart
She was fast maneuverable agile and volatile
She did go above and beyond to do her part



Neils
9:00 pm
01/08/2006
*
written upon hearing of the retiring
of the famed and deservedly fabled F 14 Tom Cat

As of now
According to the associated press:

Two Navy squadrons with the last 22 operational Tomcats are flying bombing and strafing runs on insurgent targets in Iraq, taking off from the deck of the aircraft carrier USS Theodore Roosevelt, which will leave the Persian Gulf for its base in Virginia early next year.

N…..again

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

To all out there who improve
My attitude
Who have something to say
More than platitudes

Who are deadly serious
But also funny at times
Who care about our nation
And the Freedom loving kind

Bless our warriors
For stepping forward bold
Who put it on the line
Heart and soul

Thanks to all who work
To see through the MSM news
Through all their nit wit picking
And harping carping views

I’ve always liked saying Merry Christmas
Even when I’ve had the blues
But this year slightly more
Knowing how much it upsets

The not so sacred ACLU




Neils
1:03 pm
12/25/2005
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transcribed this time
1:08 pm
12/25/2005

N....again

You mean along with this

You mean along with this

Yeah I should just stroll in
And read my latest work at Gemini Ink
Like they're free and openly encouraging
To those who disagree with what they think

Just like there's not a double standard
Left wing fascist back stabbing over view
Just like there's not an out and out agenda
Of Free Speech for me.... but not for you

Just like there wouldn't be a set up
With somebody planning ahead of time
To portray themselves as a holy victim
And I wouldn't be framed up for a crime

Just like somebody wouldn't talk over me
Like is going on all over the United States
By the petty bed wetty unhinged fringe
With their lame brained version of duhhh bait

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Just like there's not a double standard
Left wing fascist back stabbing over view
Just like there's not an out and out agenda
Of Free Speech for me.... but not for you


Neils
7:52 pm
12/12/2005
*
In reply to an
Instructor of Journalism, Literature,
and Writing Faculty Communications Department
Harry S Truman College (www.trumancollege.cc)
1145 W. Wilson, Chicago, IL 60640

Suggesting
That I read my Tookie Williams
Epitaph poem at the Gemini Ink open mic.

N....again

Tookie Williams....Epitaph

Tookie Williams
Epitaph

Hey Blood whatcha gonna do now
Watcha gonna do when the needle goes in
Are you going to look over and wave
At all your new found celebrity friends

Better get ready with that ticket
Fate is coming like a freight train
The day is fast approaching to pay
For your inflicting death and pain

You're going to have to own up
To your legacy and crime
You're going to have to own up
To being a slug thug murdering slime

Tookie Tookie Tookie
Co-founder of the Crips
But no inside info did you
Ever let slip from your lips

You never even admitted to
Haven taken your victims lives
So write all the books you want but
You're still only slick trick talkin jive

The good people in a community
Can also teach youth to stand up
And they don't also first have to
Have been depraved and corrupt

And

If the judgment seems too harsh
More than one man can understand
Try hard to remember back to when
You had that shot gun in your hand



Neils
11:36 am
12/11/2005
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transcribed this time
12:14 pm
12/11/2005

N....again

I'm trying a posting experiment here...

 
 

Paris is burning but still

You want me
To look up the facts for you

It's been four years and
Symps like you pimpin the wimp..

Don't want to see
Don't want to hear
Don't want to know
Don't want it clear

Screw you
And your kind
You're willfully ignorant
Intentionally blind

Paris is burning
But your view is right
Even if nine hundred cars
Were torched last night

Gangs and bands
Roam the street
Using cell phones
To arrange where to meet

But hey maybe it's because
The police don't negotiate
With those mostly Muslim
Black immigrants who hate

And blame it on anybody
Except their own ways
Europe or Eurabia
Which do you say




Neils
9:54 am
11/06/2005

Let's negotiate

Let's negotiate

With the killers and thieves
With psychos out of their head
Even though all they want
Is to see all of us dead

Let's negotiate for the sailors
That were on the Cole
Everything is up for bargaining
Everything can be bought and sold

Let's negotiate for the Marines
And the Kobart Towers too
For the Rangers in the Mog
It's the least we can do

To build back up our credibility
To at least the level of France
Let's bend over and pick up that soap
As we loosen the belt on our pants

Let's not push the investigation
Into corruption in the UN
We wouldn't want to upset
Our dear and loyal friends

Let's set aside 911
And the pain slaughter and death
Let's forget about that moment
That took away our breath

And blame America first
Let's get down on our knees
Just like Daniel Pearl
Maybe if we asked them please



Neils
10:32 am
06/18/2004
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transcribed this time
10:39 am
11/15/2005

N....again