Political Prostitutes start wars which humanity does not want for the benefit of their political careers and the financial gain of their masters.
A Dead Statesman-Rudyard Kipling
I could not dig; I dared not rob
Therefore I lied to please the mob
Now all my lies are proved untrue
And I must face the men I slew
What tale shall serve me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young?
‘Suicide In The Trenches’
I knew a simple soldier boy-
Who grinned at life in empty joy-
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark-
And whistled early with the lark-
In winter trenches cowed and glum-
With crumbs and lice and lack of rum-
He put a bullet through his brain-
No one spoke of him again-
You smug faced crowds with kindling eye-
Who cheer when soldier lads march by-
Sneak home and hope you will never know-
The hell where youth and laughter go.
Then the political whores throw them out onto the streets when they are screwed up and used up!
‘The Veteran Lay Dying on the Filthy Washington DC Street’
The Veteran lay dying on the filthy Washington DC street-
As the Veterans Administration Administrator walked around his feet-
The VA bureaucrat looked at at the “bum” with self-righteous distaste-
Wishing these Street people would learn their place-
Why they had to be here to clutter up the exhilarating sight-
Of the war memorials to Veterans past, a reminder of the might-
Of the military whip which keeps the world in line-
With whatever WASHINGTON DC/USA happens to have has on it’s mind-
The Veteran called please, oh please help me mister-
Could you please place a call to my baby sister-
I am so ill, sick, weak and alone-
i wish she could come and take me home-
To die in peace in the Land i thought i fought to to save-
Just so i would be not homeless before the cold of the grave-
i tried to get help from here and there from the VA-
But they always said no proof, and turned me away-
It is so sad and hard to die here, cold and all alone-
i wonder if anyone will miss me, or even know i am gone-
They cheered me loudly, as i marched off to that war-
Now they look at me with disgust, and try to stay far-
From the vessel made with their own collaborating, willing hand-
A homeless outcast on the streets, of my own Home Land-
The VA minion pretended not to hear-
The veterans words going in one, and out the other ear-
As the sold out treasonous political trash hurried past-
The tortured warrior, a Son of America, breathed his last-
To each will come from the Light their lives bill due to pay-
i would not want to be a WASHINGTON DC political whore on that day!
The Ole Dog!
Land of the Sheep and Home of the Slave!
The Ole Dog!
Gastonia, NC — Joshua Rohrer is an honorably discharged Army veteran who, like tens of thousands of other veterans, is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) after serving in Afghanistan. As a result of his illness, Rohrer hasn’t been able to hold down a job and is homeless. As panhandling is illegal in the city, Rohrer simply sits on the street and waves to folks as they walk by — which ended last week in a violent encounter with police.
On October 13, Rohrer was doing what he normally did every day and was sitting at the intersection of Cox Road and Gaston Mall Drive around 6:30 p.m. with his dog. When a “concerned citizen” drove by and noticed Rohrer and his dog, she called police to report the homeless veteran for begging for money, and “using his service dog for sympathy.”
“Is it legal for these adults to be standing on the intersection with a dog asking for money?” the caller asked, according to the recently released phone records. The woman, who can only be described as a “Karen,” was hell bent on using police force to implement her will.
A homeless veteran who was chewed up and spit out by the system he dedicated his life to, was so offensive to the caller that she demanded police remove him.
“There has got to be something somebody can do about this,” the caller said. “This is bullcrap that they’re using this poor animal!”
“How are they using the dog to get money?” the dispatcher asked.
“Okay, well that’s putting two and two together,” the caller responded. “They’re using this dog to make people feel sorry for them to give them money.”
The dog was not being exploited at all by Rohrer. The dog, Sunshine, was Rohrer’s service animal to help him cope with his PTSD. However, thanks to the caller, who used police as a weapon against Rohrer, Sunshine is now dead.
Sunshine was placed with Rohrer’s Veterans Affairs advocate, who was taking care of her while Rohrer was in jail, but she got loose and got hit by a car.
The “see something, say something” citizen got her wishes after calling 911 to report Rohrer and police were dispatched to arrest him. According to several witness, and a cellphone video, police violently assaulted Rohrer and his dog Sunshine.
Justyn Huffman and Nydia Conley told local media that they witnessed the arrest and watched in horror as police surrounded Rohrer and his dog.
“The officer asked him for his ID,” Huffman said. “He wasn’t moving fast enough so he tried to reach into his pocket to get his ID. They slammed him up against the car. They put cuffs on him.”
According to WCNC, Huffman, Conley and another shopper said after the officers arrested Rohrer, his service dog Sunshine bit an officer’s boot. That’s when they claim one of the officers pulled out a stun gun and used it on the dog.
“We’re out here screaming, ‘Don’t shoot the dog! Don’t shoot the dog!’ Huffman said.