Just sent this to the AJC

I am so sick of the KGB in this country. we have turned into everything we claimed the russians were back in the 80s. There is a story on CNN right now abuot a guy who is in gitmo and his letter that got out to his family. Most of it is blacked out by the KGB (CIA). He has not been allowed an attorney and has been in solitary confinement for like 3 years.
Please PATRIOT Act lets fight for these types of freedoms.
It is time for something drastic to happen to this administration. i opray with all that I am that the Haig indicts them for crimes against humanity. this man thinks he is Hitler and the Muslims are his Jews.
Wake up America, we are supposed to be the freedom country. Protect this liberty. "Give me liberty or give me death," used to be a banner we wore proud.
A great man, Ben Franklin, once said, "Those who would trade liberty for security deserve neither liberty nor security."

as the fire licks below

The light creeps in as my eyes flutter and struggle for freedom from the weight of the oppressive lids that don’t want to surrender their control just yet. A dank familiar smell startles me and I realize that I fell asleep in the office of the bar yet again. There really is no smell like a bar after a busy night. A mixture of alcohol, vomit and sex hang in the air like an early morning fog.
Last night was insane. B, one of my best bartenders, opened for me, so I didn’t bother coming in until almost midnight and by then the crowd was already enjoying the taste of oblivion.
One of my favorite X’s made an appearance (this always leads to the good kind of trouble for me). She only shows her face around me when she is either leaving a relationship or has just left one. This time her boy toy was just getting on her nerves, so I grabbed a bottle of Patron and we retired to the office to see if we could erase time. We could. We did.
She has always had my flair for exhibitionism, but she seems to still be able to take me places even I wouldn’t think of. Last night was no exception. After killing half of the bottle of Patron, she suggested we go to the new deck and dish out some of her pain on those more deserving (in her mind, everybody is more deserving of pain than her).
We were pouring buckets of water over the edge and laughing like hyenas at the reactions of the politicians below when she dumped a bucket of the water over herself. The water seemed to enjoy her body as much as I did, weaving its way over each and every curve, lingering in all the right places. The rayon shirt she was wearing turned to glass as the water removed all opacity from its fibers.
I leaned my back against the rail t enjoy what I was sure would be a classic Beverly show. Behind Bev, I noticed a couple just sitting and caressing each other while watching us. Turn about is so nice. Usually I am the one watching this couple and their escapades. It is funny how every exhibitionist has a little voyeur in them. Electricity flew through my body, my mind, my very being. I love the anticipation. I could live in these moments forever.
As the crowd mingled past, some oblivious and some not so much, we danced our little dance building the anticipation more and more. At some point during my haze she had removed my shirt and flung it over the balcony. I honestly do not remember this at all. I just remember glancing over to see my shirt get incinerated about half way down.
As I lay here now, alone and grinning like a Cheshire cat, I realize that even in death, it is the simple pleasures that make getting up in the afternoon worth it.

And yes I left out the details… I’m just evil that way.