. I love the land called America, but this yearly comedy is an ever-more sickening expression of its dark side. It's all God bless America, greatest country in the world, one nation under John Wayne. Cue the Ballad of the Green Beret or, put another way, here's the 'Bush' speech in full:

Fighting soldiers from the sky

Fearless men who jump and die

Men who mean just what they say

The brave men of the Green Beret

Silver wings upon their chest

These are men, America's best

One hundred men will test today

But only three win the Green Beret

Trained to live off nature's land

Trained in combat, hand-to-hand

Men who fight by night and day

Courage peak from the Green Berets

Back at home a young wife waits

Her Green Beret has met his fate

He has died for those oppressed

Leaving her his last request

Put silver wings on my son's chest

Make him one of America's best

He'll be a man they'll test one day

Have him win the Green Beret

Only in the Orwellian nightmare that is today's America could a man who celebrates death and destruction on an unspeakable scale talk of bringing peace to the world. Only in a land of terminal self-delusion could a man whose lies have cost thousands of American lives dare to pay tribute to their sacrifice. Only in the twilight zone of the zombie could his audience jump to it's clay feet and cheer.

'Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States...'

(He never heard a gun fired in anger, either)

This was Movie America, the diversion to hide the grim reality. The real America missed the Bush speech, although she had a ticket and took her seat. The real America does not fit the profile of a 'young wife waits'. She is a middle-aged mother. But her son did meet his fate. The fate of dying in a war of conquest and control, sold by lies to follow a game plan agreed years, possibly even decades, before. Real America's name is Cindy Sheehan. And Movie America wants her off the set.

Cindy is the mother of Casey Sheehan, U.S. Army, who was killed in action in Iraq on April 4th, 2004. Since then she has campaigned tirelessly to expose the monumental mendacity behind the occupation of an oil-rich foreign land.

While the brain-cell challenged president was getting his last minute delivery-coaching, Cindy Sheehan sat down in the front row of the 5th gallery. Under her jacket was a T-shirt carrying the question: '2245 Dead. How many more?' Even this is a gross underestimate because of the way the Pentagon manipulates the figures. Cindy describes what happened next:

'I had just sat down and I was warm from climbing 3 flights of stairs back up from the bathroom so I unzipped my jacket. I turned to the right to take my left arm out, when the ... officer saw my shirt and yelled, "Protester". He then ran over to me, hauled me out of my seat, and roughly (with my hands behind my back) shoved me up the stairs. I said something like "I'm going, do you have to be so rough?" By the way, his name is Mike Weight.

The officer ran with me to the elevators, yelling at everyone to move out of the way. When we got to the elevators, he cuffed me and took me outside to await a squad car. On the way out, someone behind me said, "That's Cindy Sheehan." At which point the officer who arrested me said, "Take these steps slowly." I said, "You didn't care about being careful when you were dragging me up the other steps." He said, "That's because you were protesting." Wow, I got hauled out of the People's House because I was "Protesting".

I was never told that I couldn't wear that shirt into the Congress. I was never asked to take it off or zip my jacket back up. If I had been asked to do any of those things ... I would have, and written about the suppression of my freedom of speech later. I was immediately and roughly (I have the bruises and muscle spasms to prove it) hauled off and arrested for "unlawful conduct".

After I had my personal items inventoried and my fingers printed, a nice Sgt. came in and looked at my shirt and said, "2245, huh? I just got back from there".

I told him that my son died there. That's when the enormity of my loss hit me. I have lost my son. I have lost my First Amendment rights. I have lost the country that I love. Where did America go? I started crying in pain.

What did Casey die for? What did the 2244 other brave young Americans die for? What are tens of thousands of them over there in harm's way for still? For this? I can't even wear a shirt that has the number of troops on it that George Bush and his arrogant and ignorant policies are responsible for killing.

I wore the shirt to make a statement. The press knew I was going to be there, and I thought every once in awhile they would show me, and I would have the shirt on. I did not wear it to be disruptive, or I would have unzipped my jacket during George's speech. If I had any idea what happens to people who wear shirts that make the neocons uncomfortable, that I would be arrested ... maybe I would have, but I didn't.

There have already been many wild stories out there.

I have some lawyers looking into filing a First Amendment lawsuit against the government for what happened tonight. I will file it. It is time to take our freedoms and our country back.

I don't want to live in a country that prohibits any person, whether or not he/she has paid the ultimate price for that country, from wearing, saying, writing, or telephoning any negative statements about the government. That's why I am going to take my freedoms and liberties back. That's why I am not going to let BushCo take anything else away from me ... or you.

I am so appreciative of the couple of hundred of protesters who came to the jail while I was locked up to show their support. We have so much potential for good. There is so much good in so many people.

Four hours and 2 jails after I was arrested, I was let out. Again, I am so upset and sore it is hard to think straight.

Keep up the struggle ... I promise you, I will too.'

After she left, Bush took the stage to talk about the need for 'America' to bring freedom to the world. It can't even bring freedom to itself - the same with Britain. They send young men and women to die 'for freedom' when their mothers can't even wear a T-shirt to protest at their needless death.

Beware those who tell you over and over that you live in a land of freedom. If you did you would not need telling.

Bush read his script to sell further control and conquest on the road to global tyranny, string-pulled by the crazies who handle him. The state of the union is 'strong', he said, like every other president before him. No, the state of the union is 'wrong' - and in the process of orchestrated destruction.

So what do we need to do? We need a mass and unyielding campaign of peaceful non-cooperation with the system that seeks to dictate our every thought. There are a relative handful of those who seek to control. There are millions, nay billions, of those they want to control.

I think I see a way out of this.

Divide and rule is always the methodology of the tyrant. Unity of purpose is always the way they are toppled. The human family must get up off it's knees, look these people in the eye, refuse to police their own prison or bow to its dictats.

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