Saturday, September 30, 2006

Friday, September 29, 2006

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Third World Leaders: Haile Selassie

All you really need is:

The heart to dream it up,
The brains to put it on,
The balls to pull it off.

And so speaketh the enlighted one.
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Podcast, yea, yea...
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Retro babe
Panzer StuG III, Ausf G with a group of American GI's, this StuG is fitted with a "Saukopf" (pigs head) mantlet at the base of the gun to better reflect shots from enemy weapons.
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Not my people
Not my war

Thursday, September 28, 2006

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Uhm! good hair and good teeth! - Taste goody!


Yeach! a spick with a beard and a four-eyed nigger! - Taste baddie!

ME WANT CANDY!
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Podcast, a big nothing
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Retro babe
Panzer Panther, Ausf G,
- this is quite a rare boy! produced after the application of the anti-magnetic covering Zimmerit was discontinued, but before the introduction of the crew compartment heater and flame damped exhausts.
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Not my people
Not my war

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

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It's Not About Who You Think You Are, It's About What The Majority Wants You To Be.

When I was a student I worked for a privately owned cleaning company. At one time they were looking for volunteers for cleaning some empty office spaces in the suburbs, you would get a little extra pay and a free ride to and from the place.

I volunteered.

The next day I reported at headquarters and met with five other young people like myself and we went off to spend the rest of the day cleaning.
Our supervisor was a short fat woman from Jutland, the same age as the rest of us and obviously not too comfortable with her position. She seemed nervous and sometimes gave wrong or contradicting orders. In the afternoon we finished our work and were driven back to the company headquarters.
We parted, and as we were walking off the supervisor shouted in my direction: "...and tomorrow we're here ON TIME - Lennard!"

Actually, I was the only one who had shown up on time that day.

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Podcast, nada y nada
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Retro babe
Panzer Jagdpanther (late)
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Not my people
Not my war

Sunday, September 24, 2006

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Fig. 233. The wooden shack.

(From: Endangered species of the Greater Copenhagen area Vol. III, Schönauto & Ringorm, 2005)

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Podcast , nuttin...
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Retro babe
Panzer Sdkfz 251/7, Ausf.D, this version of the Sdkfz 251 was designed for assault engineers, the metal supports on the hull mounted two small wooden bridges (one each side)
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Not my people
Not my war

Saturday, September 23, 2006

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A bit o' partying thrown in too - celebrating the Danish Art-webportal Kopenhagen.dk
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Podcast Love Will Tear Us Apart
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Retro babe
Panzer Pzkpfw 38(t)
The German Army captured hundreds of this excellent light tank when Nazi Germany invaded Czechoslovakia. They were used by the German Army in the invasion of France, the Netherlands and Soviet-Russia, and until the end of the war the chassis was kept in production to serve as the basis of numerous SP guns and the Jagdpanzer 38(t) Hetzer
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Not my people
Not my war

Friday, September 22, 2006

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Our cool stand at Alt Cph with Brennan & jeanette

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Podcast nuttin'
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Retro babe
Panzer Pzkpfw III, Ausf B
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Not my people
Not my war

Thursday, September 21, 2006

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Well, no stories for today, my hands are needed elsewhere - working on the Fastvideo & Pixel stand for Alt_Cph

Keywords are: Rough, Urban, Street,

I like it.
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Podcast, Nada for today
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Retro babe
Panzer Pzkpfw IV, Ausf, E
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Not my people
Not my war

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

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Yeah, I knew her...
I knew her when she was wagging her tail in some dopey alternative art space - The usual set-up: Some feeble stoner guys lighting up all the time while dreaming of becoming the next Beastie Boys, Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain, Jack Kerouac, Mother Teresa or whatever, and some crazed girls working their butts off all of the time... Because of all that PAIN INSIDE, and the PAIN INSIDE was all about big daddy warbucks not buying them a horse when they turned sweet sixteen (and he couldn't have cared less either)

So, I went to one of their openings; A year I give them, a year and a half - TOPS!
The quarreling starts from the first day: Some want to go political "art CAN change the way people think, make them take action..."
The usual crapola... If you want my opinion (you don't) - art is there to entertain a certain section of the bourgeoisie who, from time to time get bored with wine collecting, ecological yoga classes, or torturing the servants - If you're an artist; Go make some art, and if you're a baker; Go bake some bread, that's all I have to say about it.
Don't expect to be thanked or covered in platinum because you have chosen to spend your life masturbating with your ego, and stop trying to save the world - saving yourself from bankruptcy, alcoholism or insanity is more than enough for the average citizen.

A year I'll give them, then they'll start fanning out: The revolutionaries go to a new place to clash egos, until they can move their fat politico asses into the Art institutions and fuck things up on a steady paycheck. The real talents go off by themselves, the galleries check everybody out - it's a pick n' mix, and if you want my opinion (you don't) I'll put my money on country Joe over there in the corner: Yep, that's the one - He's from some far away provincial shit hole, yep he tries to dress "street" but never gets it right, and he has duct tape around his shoes and glasses, yep you can hardly understand what he's saying because of that absurd dialect and because he's drunker than everybody else...

Yeah, Country Joe... He gets up at six, feeds the kids, kisses his girlfriend goodbye (steady relationship, no bullshit) goes to the studio, works until noon, brings a lunchpack, no money wasted on a $5 sandwich from some fake Italian diner, works from noon until six, shut down shop, goes home, he'll be family guy for the rest of the day, sometimes go of to see some friends from back home, to get the latest news, and stay warm...
Next day it's the same, and the next...

The more he works, the better he gets...His style develops, he's finding his own voice, he's doing FUCKING POTENT SHIT! And now the galleries are getting interested - because you see; this guy is also a steady worker, this guy delivers, this guy can be counted on, for a steady delivery,

growing, expanding, moving, learning, teaching, learning, growing, moving

Yeah..I'll put my money on Country Joe, over there in the corner.
He's going to make it.

But...In the OPPOSITE CORNER we have: Joe the Artiste,

Joe is drunk, Joe is loud, Joe is a friend, Joe is funny, Joe comes along to the next bar, and the next, and the next, and the neeeeext.
Joe has a famous artist in the family (way back, the uncle of an aunt, and pretty damn famous) Joe knows everybody, Joe has been around, Joe has stories to tell - hundreds of them! and boy, what stories! like the time he and so-and-so were up on that famous painters roof, on fucking ACID, MAN! And they pissed down the skylight on his paintings, and then the famours painter sold the paintings and they phoned him and said they wanted a percentage of the sale, or the time he was on a boat on the Amazon with that famous writer and the boat caught fire, and... He can go on all night, and usually does,
and in the wee hours he goes home, to some fucked up apartment, to jerk of and go to sleep. And it's not that he can't pick up the dames from time to time, but making a commitment with a woman could kill him as an artist (didn't Picasso say so, or was it Matisse? or Batman?)
And the next day, in the late, late, LATE afternoon, Joe goes to his studio, the gates are all open now, inspiration flows!

HE CREATES!

for about an hour, sometimes two.

Then he is tired,
Quickly:
-a joint!
-a bottle!
-some shrooms!
-some acid!
SOMETHING!

to keep it flowing!
to keep it coming!

but, he is tired...
enough for today! he thinks, the show is not untill next month, nothing to get stressed about,
right now.

Joe the Artiste, he's a fucking bohemian! He's larger than life, he's history in the making! He'll make a great biography!

-how he lived! And loved! And died! And phoned his parents for money!
A HERO!

To bad he couldn't read his own obituary, it turned out to be the only great thing he left us.

Yeah, I knew her back then...
And the artists-run-alternative-space-for-the-revolution, closed down and became a Chinese laundry, and everybody moved on, and got what they deserved, and she eventually married a lawyer because a girl has got to eat...

In style.

But the lawyer wanted kids, so she had some long breaks away from the scene and never really made it back again,

But I knew her back then,

A stuck up little cunt who turned me down


twice.

(drumwhirl)
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Podcast Horseguards - Iraq's not that way is it?..
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Retro babe
Panzer Panzerjäger Tiger(P) Elefant
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Not my people
Not my war

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

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Success is one of the sweeter things in life, but can also bring about the envy of others.

There he was, leaving The Arts Council, putting his big flat stinky feet on the stairs, about to step out on this, the most central and busy square in town!

To gloat!

Yes, to gloat! And show off!

Him...
That louse!
That fake!
That phony!

Everybody knows it's those rich parents of his,
Pulling strings!

But, yes, they gave it to HIM, a three-year grant! So he could create more of his stupid work! More garbage! And again, the reviewers would crowd at his door, ready to cover his fat posterior with saliva!

Everybody knows it's those important friends of his,
Pulling strings!

He raced forward, and as he stood in front of the man he raised his arm and rammed his fist into his mouth,

Broken teeth and a gurgling sound emerged from the now bloody cavity; the man fell to his knees, only to be knocked over by a swift and precise kick in the groin!

The man was crying and begging for mercy (or so it seemed, the smashed mouth made it difficult for him to speak)

But he couldn't stop now,
Another kick in the groin...and a kick in the face!
He stepped on the mans right hand with one foot and let the other do some good work on his kidneys!

Left!
Right!
Left!

More screams, he was wetting his pants now, the wimp! Or maybe it was blood from his destroyed genitals!

Left!
Right!
Left!

He grabbed his victim and motioned him to a garbage bin a few feet away, placed his neck on the edge of it and began to squeeze the head down into the garbage while moving it from side to side, using the edge of the bin as a saw

# Without the proper tools you must substitute with hard work,
it can be tedious and usually takes more time than first anticipated.


With aching arms and sweat pulsating from his skin he finally succeeded: The head was separated from the body! Blood cascaded into the garbage bin and onto the sidewalk!
He grabbed the head by the hair, held it up in front of him and shouted:

HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR THREE-YEAR GRANT NOW - YOU BASTARD!!

and totally disregarding the laws of nature, medicine, and reality in general, the head answered:

...but I didn't get anything, they gave it all to the dancers...

(laugther, curtains)
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Podcast, naught for today
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Retro babe
Panzer Stug III, Ausf. B
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Not my people
Not my war

Monday, September 18, 2006

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Kids in America.

When I was a teenager I lived in a small town (approx. 5,000 inhabitants)
I lived in a part of town which consisted mainly of summer cottages. I lived by a dirt road, and street lights were not installed until years after I left.

So things were quiet, and being an only child provided me with plenty of solitude too. My parents often found me crouching over my table assembling plastic models, reading comic books, or making drawings myself.
But don't get me wrong: I had plenty of friends at school, but to be honest; I actually liked being alone from time to time.

But then I became a teenager, and teenagers want fun and action! And this summer (1981) the radio waves were filled with the sounds of Kids in America, by Kim Wilde
So one night during my summer holidays I felt the need to GET OUT, and being an inventive kid, I tied my trusted Phillips cassette radio to the back of my bicycle, turned it on, pushed in the cassette with my recordings from the national, commercial free, Danish Radio and went downtown, blasting "Kids in America" into the warm July air! (I sometimes recorded my favourite song several times so I could hear it over and over again without rewinding the tape)

Riding this radical new invention of the portable party-zone, I rode around town for a couple of hours, going up and down the streets, passing seemingly endless rows of houses, going by the places where some of my classmates lived.

And not meeting a single soul.

no one.

So I went home, snuck past my sleeping parents, sat at my table and created an unhealthy and politically un-correct depiction of women and men involved in a disturbing meeting between sex and violence, which, after the addition of my name, the date, and the exact time of day it was created, I did put in a secret place, already holding numerous creations of the same foul nature.

Warm July air, the black sky, the smell of sea water (I lived by a fjord) the smell of the crops in the fields (ripe), that warm night (humid, I lived by that fjord, remember?), that warm July air.

Nothing, nobody.

Kids in America, playing from a cassette player, tied with string to the back of a bicycle.

nobody listening.

Kids in America,
they could drive cars from the age of sixteen,

You can put speakers and a complete Hi-Fi into a car,
You can bring friends in a car,
You can have sex in a car,

Kids in America.

A few years later, I bought a moped and a Walkman.

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Podcast, Wind in the willows
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Retro babe
Panzer Jagdpanthers, destroyed during Battle of the Bulge
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Not my people
Not my war

Saturday, September 16, 2006

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The purity of hedges.
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Podcast, naught for today
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Retro babe
Panzer Sdkfz 250/1 NEU, destroyed east of Berlin 1945.
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Not my people
Not my war

Friday, September 15, 2006

Thursday, September 14, 2006

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Back on the job today,

Fifteen years ago I walked through the gates of this institution as a young wide-eyed fool with a dream,

The dream vaporized in a cloud of drugs, unguided initiative, and the generally oppressive egos of my fellow students,

but stangely enough; I'm still here...

It must be some kind of substitute for security and togetherness that happens to people who haven't got a family...

Well, I've moaned enough about this (browse the archives if you want more, I've been going on about it for years...) it's time to reformat those hard drives and remove the empty beer bottles and cigarette butts left by the hard working art students.

And once again we turn to the world of music, to that soulful and inspiring performance of Peace in the Valley by Sam Cooke and The Soul Stirrers

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Podcast, nuttin' for today
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Retro babe
Panzer Panther Ausf. G's destroyed during the Battle of The Bulge
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Not my people
Not my war

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

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Joined thousands of other bikers for the annual trip to the Bakken amusement park, phunn!

AND - from now on when you enter this site you are welcomed by your very own host!
Your host for today:
Tracy Rayes

Brought to you by SitePal.com
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Podcast, Biking part one.
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Retro babe
Panzer Pzkpfw III Ausf. G
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Not my people
Not my war

Monday, September 11, 2006

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Read about Thi Kim Phuc, the girl in the famous photo

9/11 anniversary, let's mourn the deaths of 2,986 people and never talk about the millions killed in the US government's wars in Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Panama, Cuba, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc,

Come on George Bush; the ratio of ten dead gooks for every dead red-blooded, freedom loving American has been established now, go home to the ranch and whip the niggers.
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Podcast, naught for today.
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Retro babe
Panzer, no tankie for today, read about the firestorms created by allied bombings in WWII.
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Not my people
Not my war

Sunday, September 10, 2006

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My dad Per Grahn, turned 75 yesterday, Happy birthday dad (and as readers can see, I come from a lineage of beerdrinkers)
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Podcast Death Metal
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Panzer Panther Ausf. A's, destroyed in Normandy.
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Not my people
Not my war

Saturday, September 09, 2006

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Went and saw Antony and the Johnsons at Falconer Teatret in copenhagen. A great experience which presented the band (six people) and its charismatic leader to a full house.
In my opinion the band only really took off during two songs, but Antony scored a lot of points with the audience with some off beat humour, and by creating a sort of ambient a-cappella with us, making the female members hum one high tone, and the male members one low (check the podcast)

And If you're somewhere near old Lundun town, you have a chance to see the band perform with the video-art of Charles Atlas at the Barbican Centre on November 4th and 5th
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Podcast Antony and the johnsons
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Retro babe
Panzer Tiger I (p) during trials (this was the Porsche factories entry in the competition that ended with the introduction of the Tiger I)
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Not my people
Not my war

Friday, September 08, 2006

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Fantasy can be reality, reality can be fantastic.
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Podcast, sorry, naught for today
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Retro babe
Panzer Tiger II Ausf. B abandoned by a roadside in Normandy.
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Not my people
Not my war

Thursday, September 07, 2006

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For all your mullet needs: www.mulletjunky.com

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Podcast, sorry, naught for today.
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Retro babe
Panzer Tiger I Ausf. E
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Not my people
Not my war

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

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Autobahn in Germany, 1945

The roads.
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Podcast, hitching a ride part two
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Retro babe
Panzer Tiger II, undergoing repair and belonging to sPzAbt 505 (you can barely make out the famous "charging knight" unit symbol painted on side of the turret)
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Not my people
Not my war

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

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Yes, a forties aficionado am I.
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Podcast, hitching a ride part one
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Retro babes (and cars didn't look bad either back then...)
Panzer Marder III
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Not my people
Not my war

Monday, September 04, 2006



So I'm a forties freak...
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Podcast, oeuvre Mikro-Makro
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Retro babe
Panzer Sdkfz 251/9, anti-partisan duties in Jugoslavia 1944.
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Not my people
Not my war

Sunday, September 03, 2006

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It's GOTTA be the shoes...
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Podcast, oeuvre Fiber-Ironide
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Retro babe
Panzer crewman,in standard walking out dress ca. 1940-43
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Not my people
Not my war

Saturday, September 02, 2006