"YOU BELONG TO ME"

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For the best effect, please be sure and enjoy watching, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, my homemade amateur video recording of ME (!) as I perform one of my favorite songs from the Second World War, "YOU BELONG TO ME".



Can you tell from the way my voice sounds that I'd just woke up and crawled out of my sack?

If you want to sing along, here are the lyrics:

(I don't know who the composer is.)

"YOU BELONG TO ME" 

VERSE # 1:
See the pyramids
Along the Nile.
Watch the sun rise
On a tropic isle.
Just remember, Darling,
All the while,
You belong to me.

VERSE # 2:
See the market place
In old Algiers.
Send me photographs
And souvenirs.
Just remember,
When a dream appears,
You belong to me.

BRIDGE:
I'll be so alone
Without you.
Maybe you'll be
Lonesome, too,
And blue.

VERSE # 3:
Fly the ocean
In a silver plane.
See the jungle
When it's wet with rain.
Just remember 'til
You're home again,
You belong to me.

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CODED MESSAGES

CODED MESSAGES FOR THE REBEL FORCES:

For the Rebel troops presently operating within the District of Columbia, here are your messages:

"The rear tire on the truck is nearly flat."

REPEAT:

"The rear tire on the truck is nearly flat."

"At noon, we expect hail mixed with rain."

REPEAT:

"At noon, we expect hail mixed with rain."

For the Rebel forces presently mobilizing outside the District of Columbia, here are your messages:

"Open your books to page forty-two, and read the fifth sentence of the third paragraph."

REPEAT:

"Open your books to page forty-two, and read the fifth sentence of the third paragraph."

Here is a message for the clandestine special operations strike force:

"Mom and Pop's store needs more canned peaches, but sarsaparilla is on sale."

REPEAT:

"Mom and Pop's store needs more canned peaches, but sarsaparilla is on sale."

"SINGING IDOL"

VERSE # 1:

Some people call me
A singing idol.
Some people say
They envy me.
I guess they've got
No way of knowing
How lonesome
I can be.

VERSE # 2:

I need somebody
To be my baby,
Someone to tell
My troubles to.
I've got no time
To ever find her,
'Cause I'm just
Passing through.

BRIDGE:

I travel around,
Town to lonely town.
I guess I'll always be
Just a rolling stone.
If I find fortune and fame,
And lots of people
Know my name,
That won't mean a thing
If I'm all alone.

VERSE # 3:

I get no rest
When I'm feeling weary.
I've got to pack
My bags and go.
I've got to be
Somewhere tomorrow
To smile and
Do my show.

"TRAVELING MAN"

VERSE # 1:

I'm a traveling man,
Made a lot of stops
All over the World,
And in every port,
I own the heart
Of at least
One lovely girl.

VERSE # 2:

I've a pretty senorita
Waiting for me
Down in old Mexico.
If you're ever in Alaska,
Stop and see
My cute little Eskimo!

BRIDGE:

Oh, my sweet fraulein
Down in Berlin town
Makes my heart
Start to yearn,
And my China doll
Down in old Hong Kong
Waits for my return.

VERSE # 3:

Pretty Polynesian baby
Over the sea,
I remember the night
When we walked
In the sands at Waikiki,
And I held you,
Oh, so tight.

"ALWAYS"

I'll be loving you
Always
With a love that's true
Always.
When the things you plan
Need a helping hand,
I will understand
Always, always.

Days may not be fair
Always.
That's when I'll be there
Always,
Not for just an hour,
Not for just a day,
Not for just a year,
But, always.

"I FALL TO PIECES"

I fall to pieces
Each time
I see you again.
I fall to pieces.
How can I be
Just your friend?
You want me to act
Like we've never kissed.
You want me to forget,
Pretend we've never met,
And I try, and I try,
But, I haven't yet.
You walk by
And I fall to pieces.

I fall to pieces
Each time someone
Says your name.
I fall to pieces.
Time only adds
To the flame.
You tell me to find
Someone else to love,
Someone who'll
Love me, too,
The way you
Used to do.
But, each time,
I go out
With someone new,
You walk by,
And I fall to pieces.

"WALKING AFTER MIDNIGHT"

VERSE # 1:

I go out walking
After midnight
Out in the moonlight,
Just like we used to do.
I'm always walking
After midnight
Searching for you.

VERSE # 2:

I walk for miles
Along the highway.
Well, that's just my way
Of saying, "I love you."
I'm always walking
After midnight
Searching for you.

BRIDGE:

I stop to see
A weeping willow
Crying on her pillow.
Maybe, she's crying
For me.
And as the skies
Turn gloomy,
Night winds
Whisper to me.
I'm lonesome
As I can be!

VERSE # 3:

I go out walking
After midnight,
Out in the starlight,
Just hoping
You will be
Somewhere
A walking
After midnight
Searching for me!

"DECLARATION OF REBELLION"

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********* WARNING ! ! ! *********

This dangerously illegal and highly immoral subversive underground resistance message is being surreptitiously monitored by the Beaming Internet Government Broadband Radio Oscillation Telecommunications Hearing Electronic Reconnaissance (i.e., B.I.G. B.R.O.T.H.E.R.) as part of a coordinated official clandestine domestic surveillance investigation, in cooperation with the National Administration of Zealous Interrogation (i.e., N.A.Z.I.) and the Commission On Message Monitoring Investigative Electronics (i.e., C.O.M.M.I.E.).

Serious felony criminal charges are pending, with extreme penalties yet to be determined!

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Comrades in Arms:

For the best effect, please watch my homemade amateur video recording in "FULL SCREEN" mode.



Due to the contemporary tyranny evinced within the federal government of the United States of America, and the negation of the election process by blatant collusion between the Republican Party and the Democrat Party, leaving voters no viable choices, and the outright ignoring of legitimate public protest demonstrations by presently elected or appointed political officials, a very bloody and extremely violent popular armed revolt against the current sitting administration is now inevitable, advisable, and necessary, as that has ever been the price of liberty.

The purpose of this impending armed revolt will be to restore our lost republic, restore our CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, restore the inalienable rights of individual citizens, restore our free enterprise economy, restore sovereignty to the several states (including their right to secession), and to preserve the beloved values of traditional Christian family morality.

After our lost republic has been successfully restored through violent force of arms, then all currently serving elected and/or appointed political, bureaucratic, and military officials must be arrested and subjected to criminal prosecution for high treason against the United States of America for violating their sworn sacred oath to uphold, preserve, protect, and defend our divinely inspired CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

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WARNING ! ! !

Under the internationally recognized rules of engagement currently implemented by our own United States military forces when waging war in foreign lands, federal employees and federal office buildings are to be considered legitimate tactical targets of opportunity.

Therefore, PLEASE remove any child daycare facilities from all federal facilities, lest unintended collateral damage be due to your own negligence.

Initial attacks against federal facilities will likely be uncoordinated and unplanned "lone wolf" individual actions, operating as guerrillas with unconventional tactics and improvised munitions.

Once the rebellion has begun in earnest, it is estimated that approximately three million (3,000,000) armed volunteers throughout this nation are prepared to mobilize at a minute's notice.

Later, depending on their successes, others may join them, as that is the nature of humanity.

Any and all federal employees are hereby warned and served notice:

The line in the sand has been drawn.

There will not be another Ruby Ridge, without consequences.

There will not be another Waco Massacre, without consequences.

There will not be another Hurricane Katrina, without consequences.

"Resistance to tyranny is obedience to God."

"Sic semper tyrannus!"

"Deo vindice!"

Thank you.

Respectfully At Your Service,

"Saigon"
Commander in Exile
O.U.R. Army

(i.e., the "Outlaw Underground Rebel" Army)

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"MY CONFESSION"

"HEROIN" versus "HEROINE"

NEWS BUSTERS VIDEO

CANADIAN MILITARY TRAIN

To view this video in full screen format, please click the little box in the lower right corner of the media player.



This high definition video was posted on the YOU TUBE web site on Sunday 28 March 2010 by "FASTRAINS 56", who recorded it earlier that same day at a crossing in Davenport, Iowa, as the unique military freight train was headed towards the North.

Does the unidentified equipment belong to the United States Army or to the Canadian National Defense Department?

Is an American military unit enroute to Canada to participate in a joint military field training exercise, or was a Canadian military unit deployed here in the United States of America for a similar joint military field operation?

The number and variety of vehicles and equipment would indicate a regimental or brigade combat team, with the personnel, unit standards, munitions, and ordnance being transported separately using more secure military cargo aircraft.

Notice that all vehicles were loaded facing towards the rear of the train, possibly to protect windshields and headlights from the impact of any flying debris as the train rumbles at high speed along the rails.

"IT'S A HEARTACHE"

"HEART AND SOUL"

"CRADLE OF LOVE"

"THEY'RE HANGING ME TONIGHT"

"RUNNING GUN"

"EL PASO"

"BIG IRON"

BRITISH BAYONET CHARGE

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For a larger view, please click on the picture.

The United States Army recently announced it will discontinue instruction in BAYONET FIGHTING for recruits undergoing Basic Combat Training.

Personally, I consider this to be a HUGE mistake!

The British Army still uses the bayonet, employing bayonet charges during the Falkland Islands War, and more recently, at Basra, Iraq.

During the current campaign in Afghanistan, a British soldier used a bayonet to kill two enemy attackers.

I'm grateful to the SIPSEY STREET IRREGULARS for furnishing this excellent photograph.

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NEW MOBILE GUN SYSTEM

AMERICAN CONVOY IN CHINA

For a larger view, please click on the picture.

This official Signal Corps photograph, taken by Private First Class John F. Albert, and stored in the National Archives, is of a United States Army truck convoy hauling a cargo of military personnel and supplies, traveling between Chen-Yi and Kweiyang and driving up the famous Twenty-One Curves at Annan, China on 26 March 1945.

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MOTIVATIONAL TALK

This photograph was posted on the FACEBOOK web site by MARIE JON.

It's rather appropriate, don't you think?

"SHENANDOAH"

By: CONNIE DOVER

Oh, Shenandoah,
I long to see you
Away, you rolling river
Oh, Shenandoah,
I long to see you
Away, I'm bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri.

For seven years,
I courted Nancy.
Away, you rolling river.
No other girl
Would suit my fancy.
Away, I'm bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri.

She would not have
Me for her lover.
Away, you rolling river.
But I never
Courted any other.
Away, I'm bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri.

I heard she went
To Kansas City.
Away, you rolling river.
And there she had
A little baby.
Away, I'm bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri.

She must have had
Another lover.
Away, you rolling river.
I'll bet it was
A cavalry trooper.
Away, I'm bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri.

Oh, Shenandoah,
I love your daughter.
Away, you rolling river.
But, she'll never cross
That shining water.
Away, I'm bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri.

"HOW THE WEST WAS WON"

VERSE # 1:
Promised land,
The land of plenty rich in gold.
Here came dreamers
With Bible, fist, and gun.
Bound for land, across the plains,
Their wagons rolled,
Hell bent for leather,
That's how the West was won.

CHORUS:
And they sang of the day
When they would rest their boots
In a land where the still waters flow,
Where the dreams of a man and wife
Could put down roots
And their love and
The seeds of love would grow,
And grow, and grow!

VERSE # 2:
Stride by stride,
They tamed the savage prairie land.
Nothing stopped them.
No wind, nor rain, nor sun.
Side by side,
These pioneers from every land
All pulled together.
That's how the West was won.

VERSE # 3:
Dream by dream,
They built a nation from this land,
Forged in freedom
For every mother's son.
Here it is, the beautiful,
The promised land.
We won't forget them.
That's how the West was won!

"COUNTRY ROADS"

JOHN DENVER

VERSE # 1:
Almost heaven,
West Virginia,
Blue Ridge mountains,
Shenandoah River.
Life is old there,
Older than the trees,
Younger than the mountains,
Growing like a breeze.

CHORUS:
Country roads,
Take me home,
To the place
I belong,
West Virginia,
Mountain mama.
Take me home,
Country roads.

VERSE # 2:
All my memories
Gather 'round her,
Miner's lady,
Stranger to blue waters.
Dark and dusty,
Painted on the sky,
Misty taste of moonshine,
Teardrop in my eye.

BRIDGE:
I hear her voice in the morning
As she calls me.
Radio reminds me
Of my home far away.
Driving down the road,
I get the feeling
That I should have been
There yesterday,
Yesterday.

"FIVE HUNDRED MILES"

As Performed By:
PETER, PAUL, and MARY

If you miss the train I'm on,
You will know that I am gone.
You can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles.

A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
You can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles.

Well, I'm one, and I'm two,
And I'm three, and I'm four.
Yes, I'm five hundred miles
From my home.

Five hundred miles, five hundred miles,
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles,
Yes, I'm five hundred miles
From my home.

Not a shirt on my back,
Not a penny to my name,
And I can't go back home
This a way.

This a way, this a way,
This a way, this a way,
No, I can't go back home
This a way.

If you miss the train I'm on,
You will know that I am gone.
You can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles.
A hundred miles.

PATRICK HENRY'S FAMOUS SPEECH

Given on 23 March 1775, this was Patrick Henry's most famous speech.

His words have special application for our own day, as we too, must now rise in open armed revolt against the current administration, as they've left us no alternative.

The purpose of this admittedly appalling bloody armed conflict will be to restore our lost republic, our Constitution, our inalienable rights, the sovereignty of the several states (including their right to secede), a free enterprise economy, and to preserve and promote traditional Christian family morality.

May our Almighty God have mercy on us, and bless our United States of America.

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"ODE TO NEIL HENDERSON"

By: JOHN ROBERT MALLERNEE,
Bard of Clan Henderson

There's a man I never met
Who was born in Scotland yet.
In Glasgow, he was born,
Where Henderson kilt was worn.
A sergeant, he would be,
In the Queen's Royal Army.
A Scottish warrior poet,
This man I never met.
I don't know a lot,
But, I've heard he was a Scot.
That's enough for me,
With his Henderson history.
An American, he became,
And Chicago knew his name.

He was my cousin's friend.
But, now he's met his end.
He was our great clan's bard,
And to follow him, is hard.
So I'll try the best I can
To honor that great man,
A Gaelic warrior poet,
This man I never met.
To a lone bagpiper's skirl,
A Hielander leaves this world.
Just as we live, we die,
And through the Heavens fly,
Where Hendersons await
To meet us at the gate,
And hail our warrior poet,
This bard I never met.
Hendersons to God appeal,
"Welcome home our clansman, Neil!"

"AULD ALBA"

By: JOHN ROBERT MALLERNEE,
Bard of Clan Henderson

There's a land I've never seen
Where glens and braes are green.
Auld Alba was the land
And Mac Eanruig is my clan.
From Glencoe to Fordell,
Our clansmen flourished well.
Ancestors lived and bred,
And liberty's price was red.
There was music in the air
Of this bonny land so fair.
Surely, God's own Hand
Poured blessings on this land.
Warriors, bold and strong,
Wrought justice on the wrong.
So, dance the Hieland fling,
As Robert Burns, we sing.
Of Viking, Celt, and Gael,
Our sagas, we can tell.
We love the pipes that play,
As our tartan, we display.
As I wander to and fro,
To Scotland, I must go,
Where glens and braes are green,
In the land I've never seen.