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Dear Blogbrains,

I've noticed that the Republican National Committee is sponsoring this page via Google Ad Words. It is most likely not a PSA.

Accordingly, I encourage all my fans to click their ad, and all ads emanating from right wing bastards, as much, and as often as possible.

Dear Blogbrains,

Sometimes I think the only thing that keeps me from blowing my head off is that I would not have the pleasure of seeing my brains splattered all over the wall.

I was at recently at crockofshit.gov (oops, I mean, whitehouse.gov), and I am looking around to see what the fascists are up to, and begin to think, hey, I would like to have sex with Lynne Cheney, Dick's wife. I have decided it best not to describe the details of my sexual fantasies with the Second Lady. As for Laura Bush. Well, nahhh, George could have her. There is just something erotic about how evil and full of shit Lynne Cheney is. She just seems like the type of woman that is horribly deprived of sex.

Letter to Ernie


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Dickie,
I just received a posting from Tekiah and it reminded me to contact you and say "hi". I enjoyed our conversation at the Tekiah Hanukah event.

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Hi Ernie,

I thought perhaps this was a letter from a beautiful women I had met at that party. But then, sadly, I remembered that I didn't meet any beautiful women. Or at least any beautiful women who seemed to want to contact me. In fact, I don't even think I met an ugly women who wanted to contact me. It was quite a depressing failure for me. Somehow I suspect you fared better than I did, although I do not want to know the details, as I am a very jealous person.

I appreciate your conversation that night, as it served to mitigate the disaster. (And also, you were the only person I seemed capable of holding a conversation with.) I think that I am somehow growing apart from my fellow Jewish brothers and sisters, that perhaps I should shack up with a nice shiksa and produce uncircumcised children that eat pork and believe in Jesus. No. On second thought, forget the kids, but I do want a nice blond, blue-eyed shiksa. I'm tired of being kicked around by nice Jewish girls.

For a guy that's afraid of XML, you sure got some high-tech e-mail going for you? PGP? That is like nerd rocket science. Even I am afraid of PGP and don't know how to use it.

I will swap you knowledge. I teach you XML. You teach me PGP. A fair trade. No?

I will be away in Florida, during the January 25th Tekiah event. I would not make it otherwise. I am a member of Tekiah. I give them money. I believe that their cause is just. But some times I really wonder if there is any pay off. Whether they are actually changing anything. Don't let me stop you though. You need to form your own opinion about Tekiah. I really don't know a lot about them.

I'm going away on the 21st of this month. Will be back in February.

Perhaps we can hook up before then, or after.

I will soon have in my possession, the greatest propaganda movie made of all time: I AM CUBA. If you don't know about it, it was a joint Soviet/Cuban production. I think you would like it. Anyone sane should like it. If you know of any movies at the box office that aren't crap, or are at least only partly crap, we could do that to ... or whatever. I don't have your phone number. Here's mine:

617-555-5555

Talk to you later.

Dickie

Dear Blograins,

As part of our ongoing effort against fascism, I present you with a letter to the imposters at the good ole Department of Telecommunications and Energy.

If Mary Cottrell writes back, I'll let you know what she says, but I cannot legally publish the words of a postal letter.


Dickie Richards
Georgytown, USA
5 January 2004


Mary Cottrell, Secretary
Department of Telecommunications and Energy
One South Station, 2nd Floor
Boston, MA 02110

Dear Secretary Cottrell,

On 11 November 2003, I called the Department of Telecommunications and Energy for your assistance with a problem I was having with Comcast. I spoke to Beverly. I told Beverly that Comcast was billing me for a custom ring telephone number that I had ordered from Comcast when I set up the account with them, yet the custom ring telephone number was never activated. I also told Beverly that I had brought this issue up with Comcast on several occasions, and they had failed to rectify the problem.

Beverly got back to me shortly afterward, and dictated to me something which seemed to have been written by Comcast. I say this, because what was being dictated to me, was essentially the same statements that Comcast had made to me. When I told Beverly that I was not satisfied with her response, that she was merely repeating to me what Comcast was saying, she told me that "This is what I needed to do." (Referring to the statement she had dictated to me). In response to my statement that I still am having a problem with Comcast, she stated that "If you have any further questions, you need to take them up with Comcast."

I also asked Beverly for a copy of what she dictated to me. Beverly refused to comply with this request, and went on to tell me that your department does not fulfill such requests.

On 20 December, Comcast finally delivered the service that they had been billing me for, for several months. I have not yet received full reimbursement, which includes the cost of reinstating my old Verizon telephone service in order to transfer the custom ring number over to Comcast. Comcast has told me they would reimbursement me, yet they seemed unwilling to put this in writing. I have recently submitted the Verizon bill to Comcast.

Although my issue with Comcast has not yet been fully resolved, this is not why I am writing you. I am writing you because I was deeply troubled by my experience with your office.

After my last conversation with Beverly, it left me feeling as though your department, which, from my understanding is supposed to make sure that the utilities do not abuse and exploit their monopoly advantage, is doing just the opposite -- that your real function is to validate the contemptuous way in which the utilities treat their customers. Whether this is true or not, I cannot say, because I cannot make sweeping statements about your department, based on my experience alone.

What I am deeply disturbed about -- what has motivated me to write this letter, is your department's abject refusal to turn over to me, records pertinent to my case.

You are a government agency. What right have you to withhold from me, information that a regulated utility has stated in defensive of its failure to provide me the services I had paid for? I assert that your department has no right whatsoever! And if you can come up with this right, I'd like to see where you got it from.

If we are to call our system a free and open democracy, we cannot have Government departments withholding information from citizens. Otherwise the Government is no longer governing, but aiding and abetting criminals.

I demand that you make available to me, all records pertaining to my complaint against Comcast, including any statements made by Comcast about my complaint.


Sincerely,




Dickie Richards

cc: Representative Kay Khan
cc: Senator Cynthia Creem

Dear Blogbrains,

This is a letter I wrote to my Public Housing Office. They did not respond. I asked them if they got the letter. They answered affirmatively. That they were working on it. (My ass.) I did not press the matter. Did not want to make waves. I have changed the names in the letter out of fear of reprisal. I just wanted to show you how the fat cats running the Welfare State, couldn't care if the house burnt down.



Georgy Groupie
Georgetown, GA
4 January 2004

My Public Housing Authority
The Executive Director
Anonymous Public Housing Authority, USA.


Dear Mr. Public Housing Athority Executive Director,

I am a resident of Anonymous Housing. Two weeks ago, I called the Housing Authority office to report a problem with my stove. As I was using the stove, I was alarmed to see and hear two loud sparks, complete with flashes of light, which I suppose were short circuits in the wiring of the stove controls. After the event, one of the burner indicator lights would not shut off, even when the burner was completely turned off, and not producing any heat. I unplugged the stove’s power cord and called Anonymous Housing to see if they might be able to look at the problem.

Jimbo came shortly afterwards. As always, Jimbo was courteous and professional. He plugged in the stove, assured me that it still worked, and indicated that if I had any more problems with it, I should contact Anonymous Housing. The stove continues to function, and there have been no more short circuits. Nevertheless, one of the burner indicator lights remains on twenty-four hours a day.

I am writing because I am concerned about this problem for a number of reasons. First, I worry that it may be an indication that the wiring in the stove has deteriorated to the point that it represents a fire or shock hazard. I also worry that someone, including my elderly mother, who needs to be supervised when she comes over to visit me, might end up getting burned because of the confusion over which burner is on.

For the safety of my mother, as well as the elimination of a possible fire hazard, I would be grateful if you would please fix the oven so that the indicator light accurately indicates whether the burner is on or off.

Sincerely,




Georgy Groupie

Apology to Germans

Dear Blogbrains,

I would like to take this opportunity to apologize for some of the statements I made in my previous transmission against my German brothers and sisters.

Since that fateful drunken blog, thousands of angered Germans have wrote to tell me, "Aufmerksamkeit! Sterben Sie Jude."

I am not exactly sure what this means, but I am assuming that my German friends are trying to tell me that they are upset and hurt by some of the nasty things I said about them..

While I was drunk, I want you to know that that is no excuse, and I take full responsibility for my actions. I have nothing against Germans. In fact, I love Germans. Love them as much as Germans love David Hasselhoff. More.

Dear Blograins,

I guess I am feeling a little frustrated. Frustrated, because you're such goddamned assholes. I am bored you see, perhaps a little lonely and a little drunk at 5:49 in the morn, and have nothing better to do than to tell you of what pricks you. Why … why are you pricks? How the hell should I know ... you're the pricks, not me. I'm just a lonely old guy, severely oppressed by bastards.

Moron fucking bastards.

Tell me, who reads blogs? I mean, what is your problem? Are you sexually deprived? Sexually depraved? Or are you just assholes? I mean, what is wrong with you people?

I recently discovered a new beer. Actually it's an old beer. It's a Nazi (ahum German beer) called Dinkel Acker. And while the good ole Germans aren't busy cooking up people in ovens, they're busy brewin' up best damn beer in all of the world. It's called Dinkel Acker. I tasted their light beer variety over a decade ago, and it's no big deal, but their dark beer is virtually the answer to all of life's problems.

It's got a good bite to it, not sweet like Becks dark (another great beer). Perhaps a little too acidic, just a little, yet it magically doesn't make me feel like shit after I drink a few of them. You could drink these things into the grave and never even know it. It's an alcoholic's dream.

I see they got Saddam.

Yay Bush! Bushy's gonna scrounge up a little kangaroo court to assassinate the bastard. Yay Bush! Fuck.


Blogbrains Bastards.

The Taste of Freedom

Sorry Blogbrains,

Not much to share with you besides a piece of an interesting MSNBC article I found today:

At Abu Abdullah's, $1.50 buys 15 minutes alone with a woman. The room is a cell with only a curtain for a door, and Ali complains that Abu Abdullah's women should bathe more often. But the young man says it's still a big improvement from Saddam Hussein's day. Back then, he says, the only establishment for a poor boy like himself was at a Gypsy settlement on the capital's western outskirts. "But now there are plenty of places." He grins. "Now we have freedom."

Before you had to masturbate to a camp of dirty gypsies. Now you have good ole Abu Abdullah to take care of your masturbatory needs.

Ain't liberation sweet?

Poor Nicki

Dear Blogbrains,

I would like to apologize to all my thousands of loyal fans for my deficiency lately in providing you with the timely blogs that you deserve. I have been very busy. But that is no excuse. I know.

I have been bad. That is all I can say.

Lately I have been very concerned for the well-being of Nicki Hilton. You have probably even forgotten that Paris has a sister. Poor Nicki. All her life she has probably felt substandard to her more popular sister. I mean, how could you even compete with a sister that is named after a city in France. You can't. Paris has all this attention. Sex videos. The whole nine yards. And poor Nicki. Christ. She might not even have had sex yet, let alone a sex video.

I know that they named a whole hotel after the Hilton sisters, that they are worth countless millions, but, we are all human. We all experience pain. And even if some people can afford shrinks to cry to, we all cry. I think poor Nicki is crying right now. Oh, the anguish. Poor girl.

Georgy's Dedication Blog

In Georgy's latest blog, she dedicates her blog to her father, and talks lovingly about how her old man is disappointed that she isn't blogging enough.

I am must admit that I am envious of Georgy.

I have to force my father to read my blog. I must scream at him to read my blog. Berate him. Sometimes even kidnap him from the local Home for the Aged, bring him to my place, duck-tape him to the seat, and tell him he cannot use the bathroom until he reads my goddamn blog.

I mean, this is bullshit.

Georgy is of course, Georgy. She is a beautiful, intelligent woman. I would even go as far as to say that she is a Goddess -- or perhaps even -- The Goddess, but my blog is Post-Modern. I have turned blogging on its head to blog about someone else’s blog. I am blogging in a way that no Man or Woman has ever blogged before.

It is bullshit to be born into this world without a beautiful body like Georgy, and a loving father like Georgy's father. A father who shows interest his offspring. It is total bullshit, and I fucking resent it!

Shit. Pure Shit

Commitment to Service
Buy.com has turned into the destination of choice for over 4 million customers by delivering on our commitment to complete customer satisfaction. Our award-winning customer service is here for you, with convenient options to meet your support needs, such as an online Help Center and easy-to-find policies and procedures to assist you through any of your purchases

Buy.com won't take me off of their newsletter full of overpriced crap. They won't reply to my requests in writing to take me off either. There is no phone numbers listed at buy.com, nor any e-mail addresses. (None that I can find.) Is there anyone there, or is buy.com run by a machine that will take over world after a pre-programmed apocalypse.

I saw Ashcroft boasting about how many people he's thrown in prison for Internet crime the other day on CSPAN. Why doesn't Ash destroy this evil machine while we still have time.

Georgy-speak

Georgy has finally couphed up a few posts, but they are getting progressivly more cryptic, as if they are written for a crowd of Georgy elite, or perhaps for Georgy's private use only:

Here's an example. Her November 19th post:


The Next Star Wars Kid
Though, he will probably have a career after this. Dead ringer for Chunk from Goonies, thanks to Brad for resolving that for me.


Who is The Next Star Wars kid? And more importantly, who is Brad?

Georgy is not communicating effectively. She is not speaking to the masses on their level.

I hereby dub this new type of Georgy blogging as Georgy-speak.

Come on, Georgy....

Fucking Comcast. Fucking Department of Telecommunications & Energy

I was falling asleep. Really falling asleep. So I had two Little Debbie cakes and now nursing my third coffee. I'm really not supposed to be drinking coffee, because it aggravates my reflux laryngitis. But fuck it.

I am been so incredibly angry these past few days. Even more incredibly angry than I normally am, which is pretty angry. See, about 2 months ago I signed up for Comcast telephone service and they told me I'd be able to retain my custom ring number (sort of like an alternant number) I had with Verizon. This is in fact on the fucking WORK ORDER. So when they came over to set it my phone service, the guy said he could give me the custom ring number that day, to call the office the next day. I did that, and they said they'd take care of it. I called about a week later to report to them that it still wasn't working. They said they'd take care of it. Of course they didn't, and I neglected to follow up. Recently, by accident, I sent out an important letter with the custom ring number (the one which the mofo Comcast bastards never installed). It cost me a lot of embarrassment and some money to rectify the problem. I called Comcast, and was told that the custom ring number wasn't ported to Comcast from Verizon, and that I (not them) would have to take up this issue with Verizon. When I spoke to Samantha the supervisor, I wasn't given an apology. Instead I was given the following false statements:

1.) That I never called Comcast to tell them there was a problem with the custom ring number.
2.) The problem occurred because I did not opt for the custom ring until 2 days later. (This is total shit, as I made it very clear to the salesman at the point of sale that it was imperative that my old custom ring number transferred over.)

I was actually quote impressed how Sam could stay composed and tell me this pure shit as I grilled her about her legal responsibility to give me the services that I had been paying for since day 1. She even told me to have a nice afternoon before she hung up, and I believe she even meant it. It was said the tone, We-don't-give-a-flying-fuck-about-you-but-don't-take-it-personally expressions. Sammy is one cool, collected composed, woman. A truly exceptional and rare asshole. It is assholes like her that make the world go 'round. I fully endorse hiring this woman for any company that wants to treat their customers like pure shit.

After my talk with Sam, I spoke to the good ol' Depeartment of Telecommunication & Energy in Massachusets. These are the people who oversee the utilities so that they do not exploit their monopoly status. I spoke to someone not nearly composed as Sam, named Beverely. Beverely was in fact a fucking moron. Bev called me back a few hours later and read me a statement, which basically paraphrased the shit that Sam had told me. (It was probably read by Sam.) When I asked Bev for a copy of what she had read me, she said she couldn't send it to me, that it came to her in an e-mail. I asked Bev to e-mail it to me then. But no, she couldn't do that. Also, if I had any other questions or issues, I needed to take them up with Comcast, not the Department of Telecommunications and Energy.

It is HIGHLY QUESTIONABLE to me whether those fuckers at Telecommunications & Energy have the legal right to withhold information pertinent to my complaint.

So there you go. We have tax dollars going to a government agency who is supposed to advocate for the consumer, but instead acts as a rubber stamp for exploits of monopoly utilities for which the Republicans bend over backwards to deregulate.

The more I think about how corrupt the system is, the angrier I get. I want to do something about it. I want to expose these fuckers. We live with such horseshit hypocrisy. I am trying to get together an Internet radio station together now. I don't have the time right now, and I need some more bread, but I'm hoping that I can do so something eventually, in my own way.

Saddam Hussein takes over this Blog


I swear to God. I am not fucking with you. After publishing my last blog, I clicked the "View Blog" tab and there was a photo of Saddam's dead son. I forget which one -- I think it was the older, psycho one, with Arabic writing. When I hit the reset button, I saw the page as I normally should.

Perhaps this Georgy Groupie Blog is really a covert center for Bathist resistance. Perhaps if the Americans kill this blog, they will capture Saddam and win over the hearts, minds, and money of the Iraqi people.

Now I'm angry at myself for not saving the photo. I'll see if it's still in my cache. Even if I find it, I don't know what to do with it, as I can't upload anything with a free blog service..

I would like it to be on record that while this Blog denounces the illegal occupation of Iraq, we would prefer it if the Iraqi resistance find another avenue to relay secret messages, as we would like to keep this blog firmly under sovereign Georgy Lover control. This blog is not about Saddam, it's about Georgy.

I hope Ashcroft doesn't seize my computer after having said all this. Really, there is nothing to find on my computer but the pathetic vices of a lonely old guy who loves Georgy. I'll try to dig up the Saddam brood photo.

I've met Jake La Motta's Granddaughter, and you haven't

Where is Georgy? No bloggie for Georgie lately.

Today is my birthday.

Ha-ha. As if anyone gives a shit.

I'm 38. Slightly encrusted, but still pretty handsome and can deliver the goods. Well, actually, to be honest, it has been so long since I've made a delivery, that I can not say for sure whether I'm still capable, yet, theoretically I should be able to deliver.

My mother and my stepfather took me to O'Leary's in Boston for dinner, where I had a portion of Dublin style Fish 'n Chips, the size of which was fit for a mouse or perhaps a skinny rat. They had a very good atmosphere though. Played live, traditional Irish music, which help to drown out sound of my mother and stepfather, who can get rather annoying at times.

Coming back to my place I was hearing this cool radio show. The DJ was playing clips of Scorsese movies in between some very cool songs. He played this bit from "Raging Bull," and it made me think of La Motta -- not Jake La Motta, played by Robert De Nero in "Raging Bull," but Jake La Motta's granddaughter, who I met in my college dorm room. She was with her boyfriend at the time, who happened to be there to do some business with my roommate. I remember her as one of the nicest people I've ever met. But it's more than that. There was such lovable innocence and life to this girl. I don't remember her name. She introduced herself to me as so-and-so La Matta, then looked at me with anticipation as if I was supposed to know her. She said "La Matta..." again, as if she was trying to jog my memory ... "Raging Bull ... Jake La Matta ... I'm his granddaughter." I was impressed. But I guess more impressed with the sweet way she presented herself. We didn't talk for long. Her boyfriend wanted to go. I never saw her again. She was beautiful, but what left such a large impression on me in the 2 or 3 minutes we talked was how friendly she was to me. Most people aren't that nice to me.

Jake La Motta has said himself about how brutal and rotten he was to his wife, but he couldn't have been all that bad to have come out with such a great granddaughter.

Georgy Not Expected to Live to 25

Georgy hasn't made any posts to her blog lately so I did a little digging and found this e-mail on her website that was to her:

Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2003 06:28:26 EDT
To: georgy@georgyforgov.com
Subject: Oct. 4 Arnold rally
I was at the Arnold Schwarzenegger rally today (Oct. 4), and saw a one of your supporters yelling at Arnold, calling him a groper as well as a lot of other things. Although it is well within her rights to do this, I don't agree with this method of trying to get your point across, as it is rude and inconsiderate of others trying to listen to what Arnold had to say. I then saw her getting pushed around throughout the crowd, then I saw someone write something on her back. I tried to make my way over there to stop people from harming her anymore but, she had already made her way to another part of the crowd that wasn't as hostile. I would like to apologize for the actions that some of the other Arnold supporters took in trying to shut her up. I haven't yet made up my mind as to who I'm voting for on Tuesday but, because this woman seemed so passionate about this campaign and took that kind of abuse to get her point across, all the while keeping her chin high. I will read through your website and see what you have to offer this state.
P.S. was that woman OK? Did she get hurt at all?


The woman in the reference "was that woman OK?" I believe is Goergy!

Georgy is a bit reckless. Or perhaps suicidal. She is calling Arnold a "Groper" in a crowd of Arnold supporters. Is Georgy crazy? These are ARNOLD PEOPLE. They are not like you and I. They are special … they are ARNOLDERS … good Christ Georgy, you're going to get yourself killed. And from the story I read on your website, you almost did get yourself killed. And if that happened there would be nobody around for me to worship from afar.

Georgy, I am just a lonely, old guy. If I was a wise person, I wouldn't be writing this blog, I would be too busy having sex. But Georgy, as rule of thumb, don't fuck with a rally full of crazed Arnold Supporters. You're just looking for trouble when you do that. Stay away from Arnold Supporters. Go and criticize a kinder, gentler candidate.

What's funny about the e-mail -- what is so INSANE is "I tried to make my way over there to stop people from harming her anymore but, she had already made her way to another part of the crowd that wasn't as hostile."

The key phrase here is "wasn't as hostile" This Gandhi contingent of Arnolders probably only spat on her as opposed to stepping on her face.

Screwed Again by the Shaws Empire

I am pissed, really pissed. I am pissed about going to Shaws and really needing a chocolate bar, and buying a thicky, and coming home and finding that there was no chocolate bar. They had screwed me. Decieved me, again. And the checkout/baggage girls, they were so friendly this morning. It is a conspiracy. They are being friendly to draw your attention away from their taking your candy away when you're not looking. I believe that there is contest between the cashiers to see who could remove the most food from customers. There is another contest at Shaws, which is, who could break the customers plastic bag first, by packing the bag to about 5 times its capacity. And let us not forgot the ol', who could stock the aisles with the rottenest, dead-bug-laden produce.

The chocolate bar didn't actually show up on my receipt. Had it, I would have gone back and complained, but being that they didn't charge me, and I had not the energy to go back there, I settled for just bitching about it in my blog.

What I'm really, really pissed about is my first week of blogs being lost forever because I neglected to configure the thing to archive my blogs. This was my fault. I should have known better. There was only one blog which was important, which was the first one, which went into the mission of the blog, who I am, who Georgy Russell is. I spent hours making it, because it was the critical blog. I really don't have the energy to try to rewrite it. Fuck it.

Georgy Sees Kucinich

Georgy posted an interested blog about going to see a talk by Kucinich. As you might know, this blog has endorsed Kucinich for some time now. After reading Georgy's account of the talk, I am reminded of the depressing fact that this guy not only has no chance of winning, but probably very little chance of being able to get enough votes to influence any of the other candidates.

It is rather hopeless and futile really. I think Michael Moore bares some responsibility in not giving Kucinich an endorsement, and instead, giving Clark a sort of half-assed endorsement. Shit, that's just what we need another New Democratic. Dean is a New Democrat, but he at least has the good sense to pretend he's a real Democrat.

This Blog is still going with Kucinich, and we will not waver in our support for the most progressive candidate.

Georgy Claims Mac Discrimination

Quote from Georgy:

But I just realized that Mac users are being discriminated against. I'm sure you're saying "what else is new?" or perhaps thinking "mac users deserve it." It's time for us all to join the mac users and fight Penn State who is sanctioning this behavior! Napster only provides Windows downloads and it's time for Steve Jobs to step up.

While I am a die-hard Georgyist, I must strongly disagree with her statement that Mac users are being discriminated against because Napster only provides Windows downloads.

Mac users aren't being discriminated against. When you buy a Mac, you are doing so with the understanding that you're buying a computer that has a smaller sliver of market-share. The reason why many companies choose not to support the Mac is because there is too much investment involved in making Mac apps.

I think that instead of Georgy telling Steve Jobs to step up to Mac discrimination, she should be telling Jobs to stop bleeding Mac consumers for every single cent they have by selling them not only overpriced hardware, but $120.00 operating system updates, that come about every year. If Jobs wasn't so fucking greedy, then maybe more people would buy Macs, which would create a bigger market for Mac software.

Furthermore, I might be wrong, but wasn't it Apple that was one of the pioneers of the paid music download service -- and didn't this only work for people who own Apples? If this is true, then using Georgy's argument, non-Mac users are being discriminated against by Apple.

I think that what is really going on here is that Georgy is using Napster as an excuse to bash Microsoft.

Praise for Jessica Lynch

This Blog officially recognizes former POW, Jessica Lynch as a true American Hero, for not willing to go along with the fiction of her rescue.

Just say no, folks. If Jessica could, you could too. You don't have to submit. Just say no to the Pentagon and its handmaiden, the Right-Wing Media Monopoly.