The Eyes of North Korea

((Short Poetic Prose anecdotes) (get drunk, March 4, 2013))

So you would like to know why they hate each other today. No doubt it will be easier for them to understand this cause and effect than others, than for me to explain—for example, short days for us, seemingly long days for them. Why the round-cheeked soldier boys of DPRK, are pulled along like leashed dogs? Why all the outstretched arms for all the decorated Generals in North Korea, like colorful obelisks. Why straight in front of them, is a road to their neighbors house, they never use, peacefully? Why the graying bearded men, have done so little to nothing about North Korea’s prosperity with the rest of the world? Carried along like little creatures too feeble to walk. Everyone performing duties like little children; and those not in uniform all in rages; while Pak Pong-ju the new premier’s face is so serious. Why are the US B-2 stealth bombers doing flyovers on the North Korean peninsula? Why is there no peace treaty signed since 1953? Why has nobody done anything for five-years concerning Pyongyang? Why have we sent the USS John McCain, destroyer to that ‘dangerous’ and ‘reckless’ spot? Is China waiting for an explosion, testing the waters between us and them: them and South Korea? Watching three countries play chicken? Don’t they all know, what is not done today, will have to be done tomorrow? And what will tomorrow bring—better or worse? Do not think these people do not have their eyes wide open, they want to make it unbearable, they want to become the manager of the café—figuratively speaking, and get the free lunch—among other things.  You see friend, how difficult it is to understand Kim Jong Un, who seemingly is choosing to be provocative. Be wrong just once, being stupid just once, and the eyes of this little country—that feels no shame, will blackmail the entire earth. Woops, it has already; if they can not blackmail, then what—another Hiroshima?

(Solution to end a war that hasn’t started): My suggestion, and it is only a suggestion, is that the people of North Korea simple: get drunk. That’s all that should matter, that is really your need, essential need; so as not to feel or think when the time comes—that horrible burden that you will be sent out to do. You must get drunk without ceasing, and then you will not feel the pain. The problem is as I understand it to be, ‘With what?’  With whatever you can find, make, and sit on the palace steps, the green grass, or the winter ice, and show Kim Jong Un, drunkenness has increase, give him groans, not salutes. Don’t look up at the wind and waves in the star of the flag, look at the clock, that is what speaks—the calm just before the storm, just before war, it is one minute to twelve—showdown time. Do this for the world; get drunk, so that you may not be the martyred slaves of time, of Kim Jon Un’s ego. Get drunk and never cease or rest, until Kim Jong Un, is taken down from his throne.  I know, it’s not quite the Christian way of doing things, but it’s is better than nothing—and pray, pray, pray…!

#4005 (4-4-2013)

Obama: The Most Rampant Beast in the Valley

Obama is not as he was during his first presidential campaign. Now a candidate for president once again, he appears to smile at the world, a man who has come out of darkness into the strong sunlight.

       He is less confident, now, no longer with the messiah complex, even less smug, he has the same groomed look though. He has been living well, high off the hog—as they say. His face is fuller, also older, and much older, I’m sixty-five and he looks as old as me, his profile an old slouch.

       Everyone wants to see him, but once they see him, have no desire to see him again—becoming, or has become, absolutely without magnetism, looking as small and uninteresting as a man can look—a presidential candidate can look.  Yesterday he won the election for a second term. God help us all. The main problem being, we really didn’t have much a selection in the first place: how do you select between Cancer and Aids, you try your best I guess, Samuel Beckett, would say, “Greeting Sadness.” America starts up its new agenda, with the bloodiest beast in the Valley; the head of hope defeated.

       I think the solution is Obama has a good and funny face for the movies, he’s got the movie stars singing his tunes, and America likes Movies stars and entertainment more than quality politicians; when it is all said and done, it will be, that is we will be, pushed over the edge of the cliff, we’ll have nothing to cry about, we ask for it. And all these folks sending messages saying “God Bless you”. God is not going to bless America or the works of Obama, why would he; unless we are talking about a non-Christian god.

       Anyhow, He looks stern in pictures, in reality, as for a commanding force, he is the biggest bluff in America.   I congratulate him once again, like Hitler once said: it is easier to fool the masses than the sole individual, how right he was.

By Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. h.c.

#880/3-24-2012 (updated, 11-7-2012) originally named “Obama, the Biggest Bluff in America”

Obama’s Massacre

I want to talk a little bit about what recently took place, I call it Obama’s Massacre, perhaps that is a little strong, but all fingers point in that direction, let’s call it a theory, or a Pelican Brief. Let me explain, the massacre I am talking about is being called “The 9/11 Benghazi Massacre” It has been shortened to a riot, due to Muslim anger over the movie: “Innocence of Muslims?” It was really a terrorist act, raid, action, and the Obama Administration is directly involved—better words: caught up in, and should be put on trial for it, I do believe. One question comes to mind, “Why did the Administration start calling it a riot,” per near on the spot, when it was taking place? Actually evidence has come to light, the Administration knew about the so called attack/raid, two hours in advance. It would be pretty hard not to know. After the attack, for two weeks they called it a riot still, continue to: a spontaneous riot. You don’t get spontaneous riots that climb embassy fences, you get planned attacks. What would be the motive?  Kidnapping the Ambassador to swap for Blind Sheikh, who is now in a U.S. Prison? The death of Ambassador Christopher Stevens should have been stopped, most likely could have been prevented. During these last trying hours the Ambassador was busy shredding material for the White House, so the public would not know we were funding Libyan ruler Muammar Gaddafi, with U. S. weapons, which have now shown up in  terrorist hands in the: Sinai, Mali and Syria. Yes, we were supplying Al-Qaeda indirectly, but knowingly.

The other question that arises is: where were the Americans? You know those to come to Steven’s rescue, because they were within miles from the Embassy. The SEALS were told to stand down. And yes, the Administration denied pleas from the Americans to help. It is publicly known that the security in Libya was inadequate also. I am sure the White House knew the best and worst case at hand, and that they needed help, but got none. Matter of fact, President Obama went to bed right after making his decision not to help; I don’t know how he could sleep but evidently he has no trouble with dead Americans. Thus, by doing nothing, he did something, he allowed Americans to perish without lifting a finger to help. If you are saying: maybe the president didn’t know, that just couldn’t be, simple and ordinary protocols and procedures would ensure that he did know, way ahead of time. You may find this hard to believe, but I don’t. Barack Obama is the biggest Bluff in America, plus, he is the only one that could initiate such action. I would include, Hillary Clinton, Leon Panetta, and CIA David Petraeus, all in on this scheme.

#973 (11-8-2012)

Hell’s Hill

Down a hill, that leads to hell,

Strode a merry clan,

bin Laden, Saddam, Gaddafi,

Obama, with his bloody hands

Then Satan clinched in roaring pride

“Who comes in such a chattering way?”

“We are the wicked souls of earth,

“Who would not bend or pray, nor do

“We care to wait, for Judgment Day!”

Thus, the gates of Hades ajar,

Satan opened wide and far—

And right about the gates it read:

“Who enters here, abandon hope!”

And hence, they entered laughing,

To their doom!

#3459 (11-8-2012)

Operation Neptune Spear (The poem)

The Engines roared of the two helicopters,

With twenty-three SEALs and one CIA

The Black Hawk I, its crew’s chief slid the door open

The wind buffed against the men

On a tall wall overlooking the compound,

Black Hawk one crashed—into the courtyard

But it didn’t infringe the plan,

Thus, only frustration came! They were

Chasing the man called Osama bin Laden:

Ahead of al Qaeda (the Base)…out of

Jalalabad, they had come, beyond

The boarders of Afghanistan, to Pakistan

Pushing Operation Neptune Spear:

The Assault, was to be on a neighborhood house

In the city of Abbottabad: the fugitive’s home.

The plan, ‘Kill the man and anyone who tries

To stop them…’ Not to say, it was said that way,

But that’s how it was read, I do believe…

And good reddens to bad rubbish:

(The latter being my saying of course).

But first came Ahmed al- Kuwaiti, like a caged animal,

With an AK 47 in hand, bullets, and shrapnel

Flew here and there, everywhere:

He was assigned to be bin Laden’s savior, but

That didn’t play out!

And he went down, like a clown, perhaps to Paradise,

More likely to Hell!

Leaving his wife (Mariam) and children behind!

Now it was Bin Laden’s time…

Let me see if I can make this rime:

Holy ...uck, he got shot in the head:

He laid there by the side of his bed, like a dead duck:

His blood and brains seeped out of the side of his skull—

Twitching but dead, convulsing but dead—

No more to be said…!

Then he was shot in the chest—god forbid,

He was deader than dead!

And the SEALs went back to wherever they come

From—and had a good crash, if not laugh, I mean rest:

Ate a hearty breakfast that night: with whiskey

And rum and beer on the side, and had lots of

Milk and cookies in morning for their briefing

While Obama the Great U.S., President, for the day

Had his way; was full of pride thinking what was next

Oh his merry-go-round check list:

How about the 2012: “Campaign?”  I mean,

Presidential elections…?

Note:  Dedicated to the Team of SEALs, who dared the great feat of ‘Operation Neptune Spear’

May 1, 2011 (#3437/10-2-2012)

Iran Nuclear Threat

(Silly Views by Silly Commentators)

It is hard for these folks, journalists, writing commentators, and surely those who have never faced war, like Bill Keller, and James Carroll, for the New York Times, to give cheap if not silly advice on Iranian containment, for Iranian containment that is, or at least advocating it. What I believe America or Israel should do, of which Israel perhaps can no longer do without the United States because they’ve delayed too long, is stop thinking like Americans, think like Islamic- Hitlerism, that is to say: don’t think rational, logical, they think in impracticalities, Saddam would rather drain all his oil fields, or burn them up than give them to his people or let the world have them.  Is this practical thinking? Napoleon would have rather seen half his army decapitated than give one inch of ground. Stalin killed 40-million citizens without a blink of an eye. Hitler was responsible for 80-million deaths. What makes these commentators think Iran will not use the big bomb? Thus, we should do what we did in Iraq, knowing this time, there are nuclear substance laying about, we should make a full-scale invasion of Iran, occupy it, blow the daylights out of their nuclear program, Ike would have done that, actually he threatened  to use the big bomb on Iran if they’d not step in line, check your history books.  We have a real threat here.  In consequence, we’d additional solve a few more of the world aches and pains: Hezbollah would dry up some; a nuclear arms race in that area would halt; Israel could step down from being on a 24-hour alert. Obama-ism, which is really, passivism, is simply because he is out of sorts, a man of no military rank, who said “Hell with America,” what can you expect with such a man; a man whose Christianity is no more than a Voodooist.  Plus, Syria would stop getting their military rations from Iran, and there’d not be anymore clashes across the border with Americans in Iraq. To put it into a theological tone, had Satan, or Lucifer, not been harnessed by God, that is to say, had he completely been let loose to do at will whatever he wanted to or was capable of doing: man would have been destroyed—totally, and that is how we got to think of this kind of mindset with the leaders in Iran, that runs through Iran veins, and perhaps those that think like Iran: lest we want to be back in the trees with the monkeys.

By Dr. Dennis L. Siluk

Commentary, Journalist (Peru)

Vietnam Veteran 

Wars’ Primary Aim?

 (Iraq & Afghanistan Wars)

Iraq, and Afghanistan two wars going on for over ten-years, and seemingly not much irritation with the public over it, not likened to the Vietnam War. A line of American Dead boys are scattered over those two dirt piles. I know they are not boys, because all their faces look like men, but we call them our boys nonetheless, because on all their faces is that look: waiting for combat and wondering what is  the primary aim now?

       Yet the double boom of the guns, and the whirling rocks, pointlessly remain in action; ripping and disfiguring, killing, and perhaps we now should call it murdering by our government—souls ten-thousand miles away. A war where no soldier can ever walk upright wherever they are in those two dirt piles in the Middle East.  But what is the aim? What are we aiming for? I can only guess, and so let me try. Incidentally, if you are saying the wars are over, why do we have between both countries over: 175,000-troops combat ready there yet?

       I know what war is: it is violence, to compel the will of others to stand-down, to your will: I have been to war. But the aim of these two wars, at this late date, and billions of dollars later, what is the aim, the real aim? We’ve disarmed the enemy, in the beginnings of the war. I mean by saying that, we destroyed their military power that is, reduced it to where it was no longer a threat to us.  We did it by two invasions: this is war per near in a nutshell. Their negative intentions or what we felt was their principle against us was overcome, but the duration and ongoing expenses is making us succumb to them, it is what they want to drain us dry. I know the president will say: but the resistance.

       Listen up Mr. President, you have put us into a contest called winning by mere duration, when we have already won: meaning, their will against our will, and gradually to bring their loss, greater than our loss, this is not possible; point two, we want them to lay down every gun, riffle and pocket knife, this also is not possible. Let me explain that also, since you have not been to war.  This kind of contest between Russia and America has been going on for seventy years, and we won, but we cannot afford to do this in these two countries, it is meaningless—the wearing out of a billion Muslims on the streets of Iraq and Afghanistan is ludicrous: unless you use the big bomb. Russia is a different dirt pile, that was the only way we could win, other than trying the big bomb, and that would be mad, or obliteration by retaliation.

       Now what is war again?  It is madness, monetary gain by industry, and murder after you have won, to continue on with it, and in our case inexcusable, and not winnable unless we plan, or say our objective can justify our means, and that is to kill more of everybody in these two countries: enemy warriors, our own boys, and civilians.

       Let me explain something else Mr. President: I am sure every detail was planned to win the main objective of our two wars long before they become our two wars, now won, a feeling of animosity has moved in, yet it continues by some fraudulent want and we are really at a standstill by one single motive alone, that being: we are waiting for more favourable times to get out—something on that order.  Other than giving contracts to the rest of the world so they can supply what we need with taxpaying dollars, to carry on this criminal action, and make billionaires out of millionaires: like I said, I’m guessing, but I bet I’m pretty close to the intent.

       We should get out and have nothing anymore to do with it. You cannot expect the savages to become civilized overnight, and perhaps we don’t care one way or the other.  No. If you are going to be a practical person in this matter, you have to make up your mind and get out now, as you promised four years ago, ‘liar!’ (Too bad we can’t kick presidents out for lying; you’d have been out long ago.) I’m sure there will be plenty of pretexts to keep us in by our military brass, and our manufacturing firms, and  foreign industrial assemble, our so called comrades they’d like this to drag on for another ten-year period I’m sure:  just get some balls, and tell them Mr. President, “We don’t want to play the game any longer!”

#944 (8-4-2012)

Dedicated to: Obama

The Rise of Suicide in our Military—Why?

Our military elite, and those civilian elite like our President who has never been in the military are wondering why there are so many suicides lately. They’re baffled. I mean they actually can’t figure it out. They must think killing is normal, that it comes along with military training. In training you learn how to kill, but you don’t kill. They think killing comes with no after affects: maybe they should go to war and see how it really works, do some hands on research, on the job training. Killing another human being—even if you make him subhuman at the time of killing him, will still bring on after effects; why? Because it is not a normal  thing to do and our mind whatever it captures, it keeps, in hidden vaults; this is unlearned by our president evidently, had he been in a war, he’d know this: had he read data he’d also know, only 3% of all human beings can kill without remorse; that is to say, can kill and go have a good night’s sleep thereafter. For the other 97% it’s not so easy. And like everything else, the more you kill, and the longer you kill, the better you get at it—but it opens certain doors, windows, figuratively speaking, because we are killing someone with the image of God on his/her face which is like dark energy which pulls our universe apart.

       The question comes to light: can a person love death more than life? Yes, when it becomes more painful, when death is less painful, ask any severe cancer patient.  There’s a point to be made here, the body crashes onto ice! There is a stream of water under the ice, there is nothing that holds us together, during this moment when the body crashes, so we are pulled apart, and the ice cracks under us as we crash, and we fall into this invisible dark matter, I call ice, but it really isn’t ice is it—?

       The military says: suicide proliferation is a phenomenon, as if it is some mysterious light— or light waves from some unknown God particle, yet to be found.

       Look through the looking glass; there are more fundamental reasons for this. In the deep tunnels of the mind, there is something far bigger than us. Which we don’t often recognize, or shake hands with: a shared embrace with humanity, and God. We have passed the primal stage.

       Now for my harsh remarks: stop the wars, bring home our boys from the battlefields, from the dirt piles over in the Middle East—now, not tomorrow, or in 2014, or in some off the imagined date, now. Then you’ll see overnight, a decline, perhaps bigger than you can imagine. On the other hand, don’t and you’ll see a historic account of suicides this year, next year and beyond. You don’t have to be a physicist to figure this out. And of course, the more suicides, means, more wives will be looking for new husbands.

#946(8-5-2012)

War’s Ultimatum

I got thinking today—but how often I got thinking on this subject, clipping

       away on it, who knows, it rose to a bush today: how to stop a war.

Yes, today it came to mind, if we’d had shot a few men, let’s say

       politicians, before each war began, before that is, before we’ve sent out our thousands of men to go fight a crisis here and there, a crisis that has nothing to do

       with our country, our own homeland—just a few men who tell Everyone else to go fight them: shooting those few chaps, things might

       have been all together different, saved a lot more lives than the few that were shot.

Of course, the other side is not to get you shot in the process.

#3387 (8-6-2012)

Wars’ Primary Aim?

 (Iraq & Afghanistan Wars)

Iraq, and Afghanistan two wars going on for over ten-years, and seemingly not much irritation with the public over it, not likened to the Vietnam War. A line of American Dead boys are scattered over those two dirt piles. I know they are not boys, because all their faces look like men, but we call them our boys nonetheless, because on all their faces is that look: waiting for combat and wondering what is  the primary aim now?

       Yet the double boom of the guns, and the whirling rocks, pointlessly remain in action; ripping and disfiguring, killing, and perhaps we now should call it murdering by our government—souls ten-thousand miles away. A war where no soldier can ever walk upright wherever they are in those to dirt piles in the Middle East.  But what is the aim? What are we aiming for? I can only guess, and so let me try. Incidentally, if you are saying the wars are over, why do we have between both countries over: 175,000-troops combat ready there yet?

       I know what war is: it is violence, to compel the will of others to stand-down, to your will: I have been to war. But the aim of these two wars, at this late date, and billions of dollars later, what is the aim, the real aim? We’ve disarmed the enemy, in the beginnings of the war. I mean by saying that, we destroyed their military power that is, reduced it to where it was no longer a threat to us.  We did it by two invasions: this is war per near in a nutshell. Their negative intentions or what we felt was their principle against us was overcome, but the duration and ongoing expenses is making us succumb to them, it is what they want to drain us dry. I know the president will say: but the resistance.

       Listen up Mr. President, you have put us into a contest called winning by mere duration, when we have already won: meaning, their will against our will, and gradually to bring their loss, greater than our loss, this is not possible; point two, we want them to lay down ever gun, riffle and pocket knife, this also is not possible. Let me explain that also, since you have not been to war.  This kind of contest between Russia and America has been going on for seventy years, and we won, but we cannot afford to do this in these two countries, it is meaningless—the wearing out of a billion Muslims on the streets of Iraq and Afghanistan is ludicrous: unless you use the big bomb. Russia is a different dirt pile, that was the only way we could win, other than trying the big bomb, and that would be mad, or obliteration by retaliation.

       Now what is war again?  It is madness, monetary gain by industry, and murder after you have won, to continue on with it, and in our case inexcusable, and not winnable unless we plan, or say our objective can justify our means, and that is to kill more of everybody in these two countries: enemy warriors, our own boys, and civilians.

       Let me explain something else Mr. President: I am sure every detail was planned to win the main objective of our two wars long before they become our two wars, now won, a feeling of animosity has moved in, yet it continues by some fraudulent want and we are really at a standstill by one single motive alone, that being: we are waiting for more favourable times to get out—something on that order.  Other than giving contracts to the rest of the world so they can supply what we need with taxpaying dollars, to carry on this criminal action, and make billionaires out of millionaires: like I said, I’m guessing, but I bet I’m pretty close to the intent.

       We should get out and have nothing anymore to do with it. You cannot expect the savages to become civilized over night, and perhaps we don’t care one way or the other.  No. If you are going to be a practical person in this matter, you have to make up your mind and get out now, as you promised four years ago, ‘liar!’ (Too bad we can’t kick presidents out for lying; you’d have been out long ago.) I’m sure there will be plenty of pretexts to keep us in by our military brass, and our manufacturing firms, and  foreign industrial assemble, our so called comrades they’d like this to drag on for another ten-year period I’m sure:  just get some balls, and tell them Mr. President, “We don’t want to play the game any longer!”

#944 (8-4-2012)

Dedicated to: Obama 

Obama: Biggest Bluff in America

Obama is not as he was during his first presidential campaign. Now a candidate for president once again, he appears to smile at the world, a man who has come out of the darkness into the strong sunlight.

He is less confident, now, no longer with the messiah complex, even less smug, he has the same groomed look though. He has been living well, high off the hog—as they say. His face is fuller, also, his profile an old slouch.

Everyone wants to see him, but once they see him, have no desire to see him again—becoming, or has become, absolutely without magnetism, looking as small and uninteresting as a man can look—a presidential candidate can look.

I think the solution is Obama has a good and funny face for the movies. He looks stern in pictures, in reality, as for a commanding force, he is the biggest bluff in America.

If he was to walk alone, along Times Square, he’d never be recognized; well, maybe not completely, a waitress might appear delighted, should she have time to look out the window.

By Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. h.c.

#880/3-24-2012