**War Cries**

May 19th is a kind of Who’s Who of *Troublemakers*…by certain standards.

Imagine the party time with Napoleon, Ho Chi Minh, Pol Pot, Malcolm X and Joey Ramone all present…to blow away the candles! Oh yes, and Peter “Who” Townshend, alleged Internet Child Netter, could play the “Happy Birthday” tune ’cause it’s his day too. Remember his youth, so to speak.

With respect to dying of the light, I ask *ridders* to do a silent tap dance on the grave of Oscar Wilde…who passed this day in 1897. Three short years after release from imprisonment, hard labor having been imposed on his genius. I know Good Johnny Rotten didn’t care for him, but…that only makes me see through…to the rotten core of Mr. Punkie Junkie. And since this is also the ‘35 day of the passing away of T.E. Lawrence (of Arabia), a question is begged: Why did “all of Great Britain” mourn for the war hero/author/archaeological scholar…and not do the same for…his betters?

From friends at “The History Channel Television Series”: “Indians of the Comanche, Kiowa, and Caddo tribes in Texas kindap nine-year-old Cynthia Ann Parker and kill her family. Cynthia was adopted by the Comanches and was loved and treated well, eventually marrying a young warrior and bearing him three children. Twenty-five years later the Texas Rangers attacked her village, killing the warrior and capturing Cynthia and her daughter. She lived only seven more unhappy with a people she no longer understood.”

This is the date she was kidnapped. I feel like the same thing’s happened to me. Where are my mom and dad? I won’t be sad ’cause I’m gonna make the most of my time… before the massacre blossoms any more, wilting what’s precious and personal…and so delicate. The idea of *rescue* doesn’t sit well. S\*itting Bull comes to mind…when faced with *solutions*. “Don’t acclimate” echoes from behind…as a keeper…a closer here.

It can’t be said enough, Richie