Strike The Root Blog

Hide your crimes by encouraging others to read goofy books:

Any sweet, moving stories about dropping bombs on women and children?

Watch JoMac say “thumbs up” to socialism:

Watch Jo Mac have an identity crisis:

Running a con is so much more fun when done with a loved one:

The new War Wench seeks counsel from a killing expert:

Headed for the dumpster of obsolete symbols?

Take comfort, Johnny Law will dry your tears:

“Now I know the secret; there is nothing that I lack.
If I give my love to you, you’ll surely give it back.
Let it rain, Let it rain…..”

….Or is a just God pissing on, still another, false messiah:

Congress takes a close look at Bush’s bailout plan….

….and responds to the corrupt, evil minds that created it:

The Emperor and his henchmen walk away empty handed….

….But with a little sweetening (and apocalyptic warnings), the plutocrats succeed with Bailout 2.0:

Love that plastic:

It appears the American sheep are all onboard, waiting to be fleeced:

Tough economic times require looking at alternatives:

Clueless Joe vs. The War Wench. Another good reason to dump television….

….and keep an eye on your assets:

The state gets angry….

….when its subjects fight back….

….by returning fire:

A lesson for the kids- Leviathan gobbles up taxpayers:

The state aims to create more warring robots….

….rather than tactful peacemakers:

Gustav takes the French Quarter for a ride……

….and gives another chance for the road fascists to shine:

US Crusaders find a new beat to walk….

….and gather the sheep to explain the rules:

Looking to have a quiet, peaceful dinner?….

….while watching your liberties flushed down the sewer?

Let nothing block the path….

….of making eye contact with your adversaries:

An obvious provocation….

….deserving of pepper spray:

The Paulians know what this all about:

Stay on message- Rudy and crew continue promoting 911 hobgoblins:

The Afghan killing fields continue to be productive:

Monster in the house. Someone please page J.W. Boothe:

Hey Hillary! There’s a new War Wench in town:

“Yes, I foresee more war, more death, more scars upon the land. Glory Be!”

Tears shed in awe of the New Messiah:

Why not vote with your feet….

….rather than playing with fire?

Always make sure it’s a friend, not foe, that’s got your back covered:

A job well done- more of the world lies in ruins:

Just one guard for all that ganja?

Everywhere state gangsters gather, the smell of death permeates the air:

Johnny Law is always looking for a reason to show force, keep others in line, and shed blood:

I guess we better start buildding- then work on that sppelling:

Exhaustion is the cost of fighting the war mongers:

Obama flip-flops. A sign of things to come?

Waiting for Gustav:

No holiday for US Crusaders as they protect us from illicit posters on the other side of the world:

The state’s legitimacy is directly proportional to the force it projects:

I absolutely cannot believe that I totally forgot the terrible significance of this day. I feel like such an ass for not giving it a single thought until now, as the sun begins to set on me and my neighbors.

But now that I’ve been reminded, I’ll be thinking about those hundreds of thousands of people slaughtered in cold blood. The mothers. The fathers. The children. All of them–total strangers though they were, who lived long before my time–are on my mind right now.

Nobody in this country should ever forget what this day means. Nobody. Ever.

Nobody.

Ever.

Stout looking sperm, I must say. But can these boys swim?

It’s ultimately up to each individual to escape his own, singular prison:

Staying medicated is for the cowardly……

….. but the Pentagon sees it as the most effective method for keeping The Troops in fighting shape:

Behold His mighty hand!  A futile attempt to part the waters:

JoMac is all smiles at the prospect of more dead Americans to help his campaign:

It takes more than large scale symbolism to create peace:

Strike the root by striking TV (Tranquilizing Vector) from your daily life:

Don’t think of it as a bomb crater. Think of it as “nation building:”

May I suggest one more (appropriate) monument in Washington?

Once a frat boy……

…….always a frat boy:

Even Chelsea is stunned by the huge debt:

Moms get their kids back…….but not without a lot of state baggage:

Neocon kooks terrorize the fashion world……

….but “terrorist adornment” surely is not as offensive as Fashion for Peace:

Certainly a more productive and peaceful pursuit than being president:

Rolling Blunder- Maybe these motorcycle Viet-Vets have been inhaling too much CO:

The half-billlion dollar discovery by NASA- there are rocks on Mars:

Some of the last people remaining with “total autonomy:”

Room for another head? Time for the dead white guys to move over for The Anointed One:

A trail of blood……..

…..that leads to:

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,

Ooh, they’re red, white and blue.

And when the band plays hail to the chief,

Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son.

It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no,

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don’t they help themselves, oh.

But when the taxman comes to the door,

Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no.

It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no,

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,

Ooh, they send you down to war, lord,

And when you ask them, how much should we give?

Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son.

It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one.

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no,

(Taken from Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Fortunate Son,” lyrics by John Fogerty).

The Supreme Warlord of the Earth takes a ride on his chariot.  Will he now sacrifice this joy in solidarity with the troops?:

Jo Mac is sensing a “lack of confidence” among the empire’s subjects:

Just how many commodes will it take to finally flush the state?

Can’t you just feel the love?

The NAACP get a new prez. But is he “colored” enough?

Business is looking slow for the salvation brokers:

Who has more class- lovers of peace or the war freaks?

The jack boot is updated to accommodate the metro and trans-sexuals:

Maybe Fusionman will rescue us:

The essence of marriage- the ol’ Ball and Chain:

The Emperor greets the one man he dare not boss:

US Crusaders are always on the look out for easy targets:

Your cash ain’t nothin’ but trash:

After decades of sticking its nose into other people’s business (and getting its ass kicked), maybe this should be the new symbol of Amerikan nationalism:

Why can’t we all just get along? Lenin and Czar Nicholas II have a chat:

Golfing in the Green Zone. Just the beginning of much larger imperial plans:

Prepare to be stimulated:

The jack boots protect us from evil doers, no matter the size or species:

Hitting the water pipe now and then takes the edge off of war:

A global warming fanatic’s wet dream:

Military recruiters try a more honest approach:

Hillary is a cinch to win the panhandler vote:

The Pope claims to be ashamed of his church’s sex scandal but has no problem walking with a mass murderer. What would Jesus say?

Valient American crusaders span the globe to protect us from vicious poppies:

A year older but none the wiser:

Bowing before boots is not a sign of a sound mind:

Get your Pope mug while they last. Church-ianity is all about marketing:

Lots of piggys pulling on the teat in DC:

Mothers go searching for their kidnapped children….

…..but the state sends them packing:

The state claims its compassion for children, yet it sends their fathers off to die or be maimed in foolish, useless wars:

War is a racket. You create the violence then claim to be a hero in repairing the damage:

The Emperor waves his approval to Chinese government tyranny:

Start ‘em young and keep ‘em dumb:

With Condi-Girl retiring, will suitors come a-callin’?

The Grope and the Dope listen to some groovy, state worshipping tunes: