Bring Us Home NowMarty's Marauders have been deploying all over the Houston area since the Memorial Day weekend. Their current mission is "top secret". Sorry no photos. Kommander Marty cannot jeopardize their mission.
Toy soldiers aren't just for playtime anymore
asically live in Pleasantville. Very Bush and Bible lovin' Pleasantville.
statues that have each been painted by different (here I would so love to say, I ache to say artists) 'groups', with different 'themes'. There's the USA Soccer Dragon (go team! - oops, sorry), there's the 'Happily Ever After Dragon' and so on. There are actually some cool ones done in mosaic, or with a really original themes (2 years ago it was Bears, and someone actually stole the "Love Me Tender Elvis Bear"!! - the town is yet to get ov
er the shock). It's all for a good cause, because at the end of . . . ? hmmm not sure - all the lovely rich people get together and have a grand dinner and auction and bid on the "oh so cute and 'pleasant' dragons" and all the money goes to the United Way and everyone is happy with themselves. What they do with the damn things I have no idea...
dodging women in pink track suits and french manicured toes with children whose shoes cost more than my entire closet, these kommando soldiers fearlessly were deployed on the most 'pleasantest' of dragons, AND outside a very popular coffee shop. I am proud to say never did they blink, or shirk their duty and remained standing proudly as I managed a quiet get-a-way in the barney-purple-soccer-mom mini van, feeling honoured to have been associated with them.



This is our first kommando, snapped as he reached the beach. It was a beautiful day and the beach was filled with people, from our secured position all the way to the pier and lighthouse two miles away.
Forward we moved, securing the pavillion at the State Park. (no photos). Then kommandos were deployed at various campgrounds as we moved our way towards the pier. There was also a camper bathroom facility with newspaper machines out front where we deployed another one.

The pier has large rocks alog oneside we thought perfect for deployment. As we deployed one, a teenage girl came by with her mom, picked one up and commented how cool it was(she may have taken it, okay, because there is a link to here on the back).




Yesterday, this brave soldier limped back to the base of operations at Potrero Hill, and collapsed next to the coffee machine. Suffering from apparent massive head wounds, he somehow managed to get the words out to me, "Mission Accomplished, Kommander." Bad enough that this true hero of the War on War had his head cliped and shoved back at an uncomfortable angle, but to add insult to injury, some cruel bastard had scribbled the words "Boxer & Fienstien(sic)" on his Banner of Enduring Freedom. They didn't even have the decency to spell the Senator's name correctly. For shame.Beyond sick can't even begin to describe my disdain for the W, Rove and Co. Is it possible that they have traversed the chasm between patriotism and treason? Yup, indeed they have. Just like there is a fine line between genius and insanity, there is a faint line between patriotism and betrayal of one's country...The W, Rove and Co has crossed it, in my book.Not to insinuate that anyone beyond Uncle Karl is a genius in the W, Rove and Co. but certainly, if one professes to be a patriot loud enough, are they not possibly treasonous people guilty of the betrayal of what America has come to stand for? Indeed, checkmate is the use of warrantless wire taps, singing statements and the GOP SOP of lying to avoid answering for one's sins, not to mention then number of innocents KIA and wounded on behalf of a supposedly "nobel" cause...fuck.
A Proclamation by the President of the United States of AmericaAgain, no remorse for the children who have lost their fathers because of the W, Rove and Co war in Iraq. The artificial - more aptly, empty and hollow - nature of this proclamation makes me ill. How about he direct all appropriate services to bring all fathers home and out of harms way? Sounds like a better idea than me. I am sure some children would appreciate seeing their fathers in person for the day rather than have some kind of cyber link up; which certainly is better than nothing, but does not deliver the same kind of "guidance, support, and unconditional love," no does it?
By offering guidance, support, and unconditional love, a father is one of the most important influences in a child's life. On Father's Day, we honor our fathers and celebrate the special bond between a father and a child.
Fathers play a significant role in shaping the character of their children and the future of our country. By spending time with their sons and daughters and listening to their experiences, fathers can have a profound impact on their children's lives. As advisors, role models, and friends, fathers help their children to understand the difference between right and wrong and to recognize how the decisions they make today can affect the rest of their lives. Fathers instill important values and prepare young people for the challenges and opportunities ahead. Through their daily sacrifices, fathers provide a loving and secure home in which their children can grow to become successful adults and good citizens. Their love and dedication inspire the next generation of Americans to achieve their dreams and demonstrate the true spirit of our Nation.
Father's Day also gives us an opportunity to remember the fathers who are currently serving in our Armed Forces. Our Nation is grateful for the courage and sacrifice of the many proud fathers wearing our country's uniform. By advancing freedom and protecting our way of life, these brave individuals are helping to lay the foundation of peace for our children and grandchildren.
NOW, THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the United States of America, in accordance with a joint resolution of the Congress approved April 24, 1972, as amended (36 U.S.C. 109), do hereby proclaim June 18, 2006, as Father's Day. I encourage all Americans to express admiration and appreciation to fathers for their many contributions to our Nation's children. I direct the appropriate officials of the Government to display the flag of the United States on all Government buildings on this day. I also call upon State and local governments and citizens to observe this day with appropriate programs, ceremonies, and activities.
3 Dogs with high vantage point overlooking east-side of Ground Zero. Flag in background is placed in the heart of Ground Zero. Despite the rain there were plenty of curious on-lookers.
3 Dogs (look hard - below the fire truck on the fence) stationed in between a pizza shop and Ground Zero on the south-side. The fence in background surrounds the perimeter of GZ.
3 Dogs waiting atop a phone booth on the north-side of World Trade Center Plaza. These brave troopers were deployed less than 10 yards from 2 of New York's Finest, sitting in 1 of 4 squad cars, positioned at all four corners of GZ.




Burned side of building on north side of GZ.


Every wall, every utility box, every sign became a place to set up a kommando. Here we see PFC Wayne Kirthoff in his position on a sign directing out of towners to various sites of interest in our city. Then, came the rain. So before we had a chance to deploy more troops, or photograph those already deployed, we high tailed it to a local pub, where, while quenching our thirst with some Bell's Oberon (which they had on tap), and deploying more kommandos, we sat out the rain. After only an hour, the clouds parted and the sun came out, and we were back at it. An attempt to photograph a kommando at the River FM booth was unfruitful, as our kommander caught the eye of the lovely young marketing person manning it, who began to flirt with him, drawing her attention and making it impossible to photograph the kommando, who had sat there all afternoon. We were however, able to deploy a companion to the kommando already in position.
We had intended on staying all evening, to catch the evening's closing act, Grand Rapids own ska legends Mustard Plug, but once again, dark clouds filled the sky and we were forced to flee for home as it began to rain again (and we had spent all our funds on the luscious beer).
