Building A Better Deck of Cards

Keep in mind when the military passed out decks of cards in Iraq to connote their most needed rundown? What's more, recollect when thump offs of those cards coursed available to be purchased here in the States?

I considered purchasing a deck, however it simply didn't appear to be correct. The war effectively possessed a scent reminiscent of it was heading south (like we on the whole the Administration it would), and it recently appeared to be raunchy to purchase all the more profoundly into our endeavors and into the embarrassment of the Iraqis.

Presently, because of the Ruckus Society, the right sort of gift cards have gone along called The War Profiteers Card Deck. Each one suit speaks to a portion of the most exceedingly bad hoodlums and profiteers in the U.s. Spades for exectuives from oil, gas, and vitality organizations. Hearts for our legislature pioneers. Clubs for military and barrier builders. What's more, precious stones for heads of industry, back, arrangement, and buildup.

Doesn't this would appear that the more truthful history to pass down to one's grandkids? They're ten dollars a deck or you can download them off of the site free of charge. Besides, all benefits go to backing peaceful exercises and preparing to expel this President and advance dynamic reasons.

I don't recollect the thump off merchants of the Iraqi decks making any such guarantees, and isn't that, in a flush, what's the matter with our nation?

Voting

Voting is a method for a group such as a meeting or an electorate to make a decision or express an opinion often following discussions, debates, or election campaigns. Democracies elect holders of high office by voting. In a democracy, a government is chosen by voting in an election: a way for an electorate to elect, i.e. choose, among several candidates for rule.

In a representative democracy voting is the method by which the electorate appoints its representatives in its government. A vote is a formal expression of an individual's choice in voting, for or against some motion, for a certain candidate, a selection of candidates, or a political party. A secret ballot has come to be the practice to prevent voters from being intimidated and to protect their political privacy. Voting usually takes place at a polling station; it is voluntary in some countries, compulsory in others, such as Argentina, Australia, Belgium and Brazil.

Seahorse

Physical description

Seahorses are named for their equine appearance. Although they are bony fish, they do not have scales but rather thin skin stretched over a series of bony plates, which are arranged in rings throughout their body. Each species has a distinct number of rings. Seahorses swim upright, another characteristic that is not shared by their close pipefish relatives, who swim horizontally. Unusual among fish, seahorses have a flexible, well-defined neck. They also sport a coronet on the head, which is distinct for each individual.

According to Guinness World Records 2009, H. zosterae (the dwarf seahorse) is the slowest moving fish, with a top speed of about 5 feet (150 cm) per hour.[4] They swim very poorly, rapidly fluttering a dorsal fin and using pectoral fins (located behind their eyes) to steer. Seahorses have no caudal fin. Since they are poor swimmers, they are most likely to be found resting with their prehensile tails wound around a stationary object. They have long snouts, which they use to suck up food, and eyes that can move independently of each other (like a chameleon).

Whose Precious Blood and Future is Not Yet Shed

From Military Families Speak Out Website

This poem was written by Rosemarie Dietz Slavenas, whose son First Lt. Brian Slavenas was killed in Iraq on November 2, 2003 when the Chinook helicopter he was piloting was shot down in Falluja.


When I see the blood of my beloved son
Running out on desert sand
Before help arrived, too late.

There he lay for half an hour
Helicopter shot down in Iraq,
Where, for reasons of conscience,
He had sought not to be.

When I see red, I see
an ever widening pool
of Brian's precious blood
I am blinded with grief never felt before.

He calls to me, Mother!
Why did you let me come to this?
I, whose heart beat a rapid rhythm
Against your ribs?

Why did you stand and say good-bye?
Why did you not cry, No! Don't go!
And keep me from danger
As you did when I was small?
Why did you stand and watch me go?
And fiddle while Baghdad was bombed?
Did you think some other child
Would die, not I?

My future was traded for oil
Now used to bribe lost allies
Too honorable for reckless slaughter.
God draws no line in the sand.

My blood was shed by heedless men
Hate-filled, who cast aside the UN,
Old allies, and the world's good will
To rush to cruel war.

You weep too late, dear Mother!
Light a candle for the son or daughter
Whose precious blood and future
Is not yet shed.

Pray for peace and deliverance from
Lying leaders fighting terror with terror
Let justice roll down like waters
And wash this evil from our land.