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    In my dreams I hear
    The roar and screams of battle
    In my dreams I hear
    A brave soldiers lone death rattle
    In my dreams I hear
    The sound of scared men praying
    In my dreams I hear
    Taps a-sadly playing
    In my dreams I hear
    The Minute Men a-callin'
    In my dreams I hear
    The millions who have fallen
    In my dreams I hear
    The whispers in the night
    Your freedom is a precious thing
    So don't give up the fight
    In my dreams the soldiers speak
    Of lives they gave for me
    In my dreams I thank them for
    The gift of being free
    In my dreams I hear the words
    A lonely plaintive sound
    In my dreams I whisper back
    I will not let you down
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    I am actually making money using this to use twitter to sell things online....who knew it could work.
    Dear Obama Supporter,

    Now that your President is in office and you have gotten to see exactly what he stands for and what he is about I have a small request. You see, Obama's Spread the Wealth policies are, due to the size of government, a bit slow and I am not going to get anything from Obama spread my way for awhile. That's where you come in.

    Flatly put I want you to prove your dedication to Obama's spread the wealth policy and give me money. Sure, I didn't and will do nothing to earn your money, but that is not the point is it? The point is to spread the wealth around. It doesn't matter how much you spread either, although 10% would be a good start but I would feel like a church if you did that so let's say 40% of what you make. Too much? How about 50%?

    Seriously...if you believe in these policies put your money where your mouth is and use the donate button in the left hand column and show me the money. I promise all funds will be used to prop up the economy at the local bar and gun store and my brother has even pledged to use some of these funds to help support several single mothers.

    Balls in your court. Thanks for your support
    We met in the ether of cyberspace,
    sarcastic flirts on a facebook page
    Sadness profound tinged your words tart
    In them I heard the death of a heart
    My heart laid on a soul shattered badly
    Which caused my words to be spoken sadly
    Within those curt words of loss and betrayal
    You sensed a heart striving, refusing to fail
    You lifted my up with love sweetly kind
    Causing my heart to emit a faint shine
    Here, you whispered, it's not truly broke
    AS it shone in the past should give us some hope
    Hearts such as these never really die
    The soul deep within them will always try
    So you raised me up as I did for you
    Our love like sunflowers quickly grew

    Always searching for the brightside
    Our love it pounds as storm tossed sea tide
    Strong and steady eternal grace
    As form one life to next we race

    Eternal love my soul to yours
    From mountaintops to scottish moors
    From era to era year to year
    Losing us our only fear
    Life to life we play this game
    Sometimes obscure sometimes in fame
    But when the game is done at last
    And before heavens host we stand
    The angels chorus will raise on high
    A song of envy and lost pride
    For surely no heavenly host exists
    Who owns a love as deep as this
    and history will sing of Kenders heart
    How he and his angel could not be apart
    And the legends of love will bow before
    The Queen of the Heart and Kender her Lord
    if you have 6 teeth, a googly eye and a 4th grade education you probably aren't gonna get far in life...and I always wondered how someone with 6 teeth didn't drool all the time...

    I am looking forward to long island...

    I cant believe how much I am on stage this year...

    I also cant believe I get to perform at the laugh factory in hollywood...

    Florida was a great time and I am looking forward to the next trip there...

    I think I have finally decided on what bike I am getting next week...

    They made the L.A. County fair longer this year which means more money for me...

    I am also looking forward to the run of faire coming up...I think I have 3 shows a day...

    The Dallas show may be postponed...

    The Chicago one wont be...

    Nor will Ohio or San Francisco...

    My Riverside fans are now sending me their poetry...

    I want to go ice skating with Shel again...

    The latest article I sold is about facebook...

    Cowardice pisses me off...

    I think the state should go after deadbeat dads girlfriends too...

    The concept of a mental midget in a family of intelligentsia would make a good sitcom...is "intelligentsia" too big a word for someone with an IQ of 80?

    I think the part of the patriot act that connected states, so if you owe money to one state none of the states will issue you a license for anything is a good thing...

    I think they should lock deadbeat dads in jail...

    I know a dead beat dad...and aside from the state he owes many people mucho dinero...they'll never see it though because, well, he's a deadbeat...funny thing about that is, the ways the laws are set up he will never be able to get out from under it...and will die broke after ruining countless more lives...I think it will make a good movie....we could call it the good, the stupid and the broke-ass-deadbeat dad.

    We can get the kid that played Corky to play the dead beat dad...but he's gonna need to dumb it down a bit, because frankly a guy with downs syndrome is simply smarter than the deadbeat dad I know...

    Even if he doesn't drool...
    Early (way too early) this morning, my dog decided to kill a skunk. Oh, the humanity! My first instinct was to just throw it in the trash. It really, really, really stunk. So, I thought about it, and horribly thought, "Gee, I should call animal control to get rid of this thing."

    I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. I have learned, and I promise I will never, ever do so again.

    So, I called animal control, and the moron who answered the phone blathered on until he talked to "an officer." Then he said that the officer would be out "to investigate." She came out (about 8 hours later) and took a report. Yes, the dog had a current rabies shot. No, I don't know anything about the skunk. Sure, go ahead and send the head off for rabies check. Everything was fine.

    Three hours later, the phone rang.

    The "investigator" was calling. She suddenly explained that they were not going to send the head off to determine if it had rabies (I didn't care, because the dog had his shots). But, oh, by the way -- I had three days to get a booster shot for the dog. And by the way, on Monday (this all happened on Saturday), the department would be following up to check on the rabies information I had provided them.

    In other words, the call, as I interpreted it:

    "You have three days to pay money to get another state-mandated shot, despite already having the state-mandated shot. If you do not, you will be jailed. And we are going to investigate you on Monday to determine if you already have the state-mandated shot. If the number you provided us does not match our records, we will also jail you."

    Holy friggin crap.

    I plan on doing not a damn thing on Monday. I already vaccinated my damn dog. If the damn vaccination isn't any good, why the hell did I vaccinate the dog? If the damn state wants to come take my dog, I will resist them. If they want to friggin arrest and jail me for not paying for a "booster" shot for the damn vaccination I already paid a state-mandated fee for, they can damn well arrest me. If the sorry-ass "animal investigator" calls me, I'm not answering the damn phone. If the sheriff shows up, he can stand outside and suck eggs until he breaks down my damn door over a damn "booster" shot.

    Government really, really sucks. I've always known it, but this is more than enough for me. I've known government sucks, but this is I guess what it takes to make it personal.

    I have to classify myself as an anarchist, if this is what government looks like.
    the imaginary book
    Seems I have a couple of new british fans from a board that is not taking new members. This means of course I cannot chat with them. I was going to toss up a short bit of verse for them, but really dont feel like putting the energy into clever word play about cigarettes and homosexuals....at the end of the day they happen to be wankers of the sort who live in grimy flats and probably smoke like a frenchmen (holding their smoke in a most "faggy" manner) and smell like an italian whore...or their mothers...but I repeat myself.

    So chris and ashles, thank you for stopping by. If you make it to L.A. feel free to stop by the laugh factory in hollywood when I am on stage and dont forget to pick up a copy of my book on your way out....I might even be nice enough to sign it for you.
    Soaring Heart

    Like a hawk
    On an updraft
    Swift, rising
    World opening
    As a flower
    On a summers morn
    Does
    My heart soar..
    As cool water
    Cascading
    Riotous in the tumult
    Of your absence
    Serene in the gentleness
    As you lay beside me
    Does your love carve
    Your name upon my heart
    Deeper as it runs
    Swift and true
    Marking forever
    The landscape of my soul
    With you
    And your love
    We listen to folks
    Say everyday
    Don't worry about it
    It'll be ok
    As the bailouts fly
    More money is spent
    While regular folks
    Barely make the rent
    Fifty two million
    Cast a vote
    For a jug eared fool
    Who's a shady joke
    Now many of you
    Have rightly concluded
    The democrats
    Are just deluded
    You cannot fix
    This mess of ours
    Nationalizing banks
    And makers of cars
    We need some fiscal
    Common sense
    No more sitting
    On the fence
    It's time to tell
    Those lazy jerks
    Get off your ass
    Get back to work
    No one owes you
    Nothing bub
    But liberty
    And here's the rub
    The things you need
    To live your life
    A house, a car
    A lovely wife
    A job, some food
    Healthcare too
    To get these things
    It's up to you
    When these you get
    From Uncle Sam
    You steal our freedom
    It's just a sham
    The money I make
    Should belong to me
    To save or spend
    It's mine you see
    So take this warning
    Heed it well
    Your bailout plan
    Was made in hell
    Those who voted
    For this thief
    Will soon wake up
    And learn of grief
    When liberty's gone
    And we're all slaves
    We'll beg for death
    And an early grave
    So what will we give
    For freedoms life
    Are we willing
    To sacrifice
    Our fortunes, our honor
    Even our lives
    Knowing before
    Great men did strive
    And spill their blood
    For liberty
    How far will you go
    I know for me
    No cost too high
    No price too steep
    To live in freedom
    And not as sheep
    What price my friends
    What will it be
    To live as slaves
    Not I says me
    Rally up lads
    The pipes are callin
    And some of us
    Will sure be fallin
    But when we water
    Libertys tree
    With the blood of friend
    And foe you see
    She grows much larger
    Her roots go deep
    While 'neath her
    Many brave men do sleep
    We meet at dawn
    The field to take
    So find your heart
    For Freedoms sake
    The shot heard round the world
    Led to freedom ringing clear
    We've kept the fire burning bright
    For two hundred plus years
    Now the tide has turned agin us
    Our freedom is being sold
    Where is the courage we once had
    The patriots so bold?
    A once great country gasps her last
    She withers in the field
    While government as cancer grows
    Lady Liberty does yield
    So is this it? oh shall we quit?
    Should freedom fade away?
    Is this the final curtain call
    Has freedom seen its day?
    HELL NO I say as I rise up
    My rifle in my hand
    I'll not lose my liberty
    I'll not lose my land
    So stand with me brave patriots
    Against the rushing tide
    No longer shall we silent stand
    No longer will we hide
    No longer will their words hold sway
    No longer will they steal
    The freedom God has given us
    No longer will we yield
    We stand atop the parapets
    Our trumpets blowing loud
    To spread the truth of Freedoms Call
    Throughout the gathering crowd
    Grab your coat, pick up your gun
    Take up the battle cry
    Be ready for the coming war
    And keep your powder dry

    Kender MacGowan
    3-18-2009
    It's St. Pats day so have an ale
    Or some Irish whiskey straight
    And before the devil knows you're dead
    May ye be at heavens gate
    Drink up and sing of Danny Boy
    And curse the English way
    You'll never get no better folks
    You're all Irish today
    Tis a long way to tipperary
    Or so the mintrel sings
    Tis long way to ulster town
    Lest you are blessed with wings
    Tis a long way from birth to death
    If a lucky clean life ya lead
    Tis a long way from few to plenty
    If ye dont plant the seed
    Long travels I have roved thru lass
    Long years upon the road
    The longest trip a man can take
    Is to a heart I'm told
    But precious life has blessed to me
    The knowledge of the heart
    No matter the length of the road to your love
    Its a short road to be apart
    So tread softly and treat 'em right
    Say nuthin to upset 'em
    For if you anger a sweet colleen
    You'll never get to wed 'em
    I can now be found at the new dig for Kenders...click post title to be redirected

    http://kender.wordpress.com/

    Please make a note of it
    Breitbarts article on Big Hollywood ridiculing celebrities for making a pledge to better the world and work with our new messi-I mean president after spending 8 long years denigrating the former President and making anyone who supported him want to strangle them for their arrogant stupidity is a work of genius, of course, because well, it's Breitbart. But he inspired me to put together my own pledge list, and the video version will hopefully be out soon.

    I pledge to give as much of a chance to Obama as his sycophantic cultic moonbat contingent gave Bush for eight years

    I pledge to contribute to global warming

    I pledge to increase foreclosures on the unwashed masses

    I pledge to exploit the poor and the weak

    I pledge to grind my heel into the working mans back

    I pledge to tell more racist jokes

    I pledge to hire more illegals, and screw American workers

    I pledge to pay my illegal workers lower wages

    I pledge to destroy the environment

    I pledge to club more baby seals

    I pledge to wear more fur

    I pledge to eat more meat

    I pledge blindly hate people not like me

    I pledge to be greedier

    I pledge to be meaner

    I pledge preach at you more, and tolerate you less

    I pledge to work for war, because there is no money is peace

    I pledge to laugh at stupid celebrities who think pledges will change the world

    I pledge to be more close minded, spout more platitudes and believe in utterly empty kumbuy-friggin-yah measures while the wolves howl at the door.

    What’s your pledge?

    I pledge to treat their president as they treated mine, to treat them as they treated us, because together we can, together we are and together we will be following sheep.


    What's your pledge?
    PETA’s call to remake the image of fish by changing their name to “sea kitten” — a cuddly and adorable moniker to be sure — got me to thinking. Men have many euphemisms for female private parts. Renaming fish to sea kittens, while a warm and fuzzy thought, causes many problems and has the potential to sow massive confusion in the world.

    First off, I am wondering, if we change the name of fish to sea kittens will we have a nickname for fish as we do for land cats? Land cats (for those who may live under a rock or are completely obtuse) are also called pussycats. I am certain I don’t have to lay out the obvious thought following the preceding one other than to say a whole new world opened up before me with PETA’s latest campaign.

    The problems start with men and where our brains are located. Many women believe we tend to think with our stomachs. Other females believe our thought processes emanate from a little lower on the male anatomy. For us males, the prospect of confusing the pleasurable pastime of fishing and eating fish with the sometimes equally gratifying diversion of lovemaking will no doubt cause our brains to cramp up and our heads to explode, thus denuding planet Earth of males capable of reproducing.

    But simply calling fish something cutesy sounding won’t change the fact that they are still slimy, pointy-headed, bug-eyed but tasty creatures. It’s the confusion sown by this radical change that will no doubt make speaking about carnal delights and lunch even more interchangeable and take the connection between them to a rhetorical level never before imagined except in the minds of perhaps Larry Flynt or Camille Paglia.

    I am thinking a sea kitten sandwich sounds much more exotic than a “Filet-O-Fish,” but a seapussy sandwich is in the realm of the unknown. What about catfish? Would it now be catkitten? Or catpussy maybe? It’s probably a good thing former major league pitcher James “Catfish” Hunter has left this world otherwise he would have to be known as “Catkitten” Hunter — not the kind of nickname that would ordinarily land one in the Hall of Fame. And what about SpongeBob’s loyal sidekick Patrick the Starfish? Would he now be known as Patrick the Starkitten?

    New troubles also arise in the world of sport fishing. When a man tells his wife he is going trolling, she’ll look askance at him while making certain he takes the boat with him when he leaves the house. After all, if you say you are heading out to go “kittening” and tell the wife you will be bringing some seapussy home for dinner, well, I can see the trouble brewing now with PETA’s misguided attempt to save the animals, even the tasty ones. Try it on your wife tonight and see what happens.

    Other possible changes are whitefish being known as white kitten (whitepussy being trademarked by the aforementioned Mr. Flynt) and swordfish becoming sword kittens, which sounds a lot like some dagger-weilding, anime superhero. The problem of walking into a pet store and asking for kitten food is going to cause confusion not seen since Clinton muttered something about what the definition of “is” is.

    On the other hand, I envision a whole new industry of sea kitten recipe books. The Brits would also have a grand time with this change of nomenclature. A nation that eagerly scarfs down pussy and chips at lunch every day may actually help bring about world peace. Millions of kids eating pussy sticks for school lunch, however, are certain to get Dobson and his bunch in an uproar.

    Another great angle to this whole insane plan is the phrase “fishing expedition” to denote someone who is simply “casting about” in hopes of finding incriminating evidence. The phrase “sea kitten expedition” is simply too unwieldy, but the phrase “sea pussy expedition” makes it sound as it you are searching for lustful mermaids.

    By far the most egregious changes which will take place must be the ones to be foisted on us when churches everywhere start giving sermons about the loaves and the sea kittens. No matter how awkward the phrase, get used to it because no preacher in his right mind is going to do a sermon on the loaves and the seapussies. (If you hear of one, let me know. Now that’s a sermon I don’t want to miss.)

    This is obviously not a well thought out plan by the radical anti-people screwballs, and to tell you the truth, the concept of renaming fish as sea kittens has me laughing so hard I can barely type. It also makes me wonder if anyone at PETA gave an ounce of serious thought before saying, “Hey, yeah, let’s try to get people to associate fish with kittens.” However, that is not really the worst of it.

    The worst comes when we get stuck on stupid and let a bunch of misguided goofballs start making us feel guilty for eating ugly animals that taste good in some sad attempt to save the planet. God gave us ugly animals so we wouldn’t feel bad about eating them. That’s a fact. It’s in the Bible somewhere.

    At the end of the day I only have two questions running through my head. First, if sea kitten tastes so good might not land kitten be tasty also? And second, where can I go to get a tuna pussy taco?
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