I Have Chosen To See The Dead People: WARNING GRAPHIC AND RECENT WAR VIOLENCE FROM SUICIDE BOMBS- this is 3… there are in the 1000s of such deaths in the PASS of KHYBER between Afghanistan & Pakistan. GOD BLESS THE FAMILY OF SHAKEEL AFRIDI THE NURSE AND SHOP KEEPER!!! PLEASE PRAY FOR YOUNG SHAYAN AFRIDI, ALL WHO HAVE FAITH IN HEAVEN’S WAY BEING higher !!

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  WARNING- this article contains war journalist photos out of Pakistan that have NOT been cleared. I run a risk of being an enemy to the state of Pakistan for publishing them here.

    I will space this out some in case some of you are too horrified by what I show you.

    A group can have a name.
It can be Taliban. It can be terrorist. Or Nazi. People who use violence and MAIM. They are sick:

Groups
Individuals
Spies
Governments
Fanatics

They have a SERIOUS ILLNESS. Just as one must amputate a GOOD ARM because of a BAD SHOULDER INFECTION… so has Pakistan’s beautiful, beautiful adult men and women and children had to
       Say
     
     “Goodbye”

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And we wish it is peaceful and sweet.

I must show you hell, people.
Why? Because concealment is a type of lie.

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In my mind I want to wash away fear… na na na na… like magic…

My brother…

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Anger is not your face. Your thoughts for others were spun in the mind basket that is unraveled on a picnic couch that is your gurney

Red, yellow, blue plaid

This man had Asian descent.
Do you see an Asian muslim?
I do.

I am a man and I say I see lips a woman wife would kiss, but- he is beyond tomorrow.

A body is sandcastle coming undone. No hug is felt. It proves we love when we agonize our love one cannot feel. We don’t need their velvet skin hush cold unfeeling.

We need them warm.
Very simple.

I did see these persons today while conversing with my bro, Shak, in real time. There are 1000s of like-pictures of REAL people. Citizens near Afghanistan where USA troops WERE ALL LAST DECADE!! This is NOT being reported EN MASSE except right HERE on my unworthy small BLOG.

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My grandfather, me being “Andy”, hi there, not to be a morose SOUL… my grandfather died young.

You can see INDIA in this man’s handsome eyelids.
Its OKAY to look, to stare.
He really WAS alive this year.
Our planet!
Do not feel bad.
You cannot hurt anyone to look at him.
You CAN hurt him more by looking AWAY! Yes- because WHO now will LOVE his loved ones but YOU??
You on the internet? Mostly NOT!

But if anyone wants to make a life for a boy named Shayan who has a rare disease that is NOT communicable, please let me know.
My friend Shakeel does not know that I am asking but he has said it would be better for his son in America.
I have the disease and I am disabled.

This is called FUBAR.

Its also called FATHERS LOVE

SHAKEEL:

Me to you
In front of the WORLD
I DO not give a hack what
    They think
I say YOU are The Best Father
   In The World of the
    Sunni Year “1435”

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Although photos that are (obviously not photoshopped due to grating and specific heat burns from home made suicide type bombs)
they are not an
“in-person” view…

     I DID receive the photos by choice to comiserate the experience with an RN bro of mine who works… AND lives… in Jamrud Bazar, a group cluster of shops in Khyber Agency.

      I show you these men. Three. I want to let you know that these bodies belonged to men… all men HERE… who were husbands and fathers to children who had to say goodbye to them and feel the hurt of being disconnected.

      Also, these men were killed violently. See that they ARE handsome, worthy of love, even as these are photos- you could probably see your own friend or family like this.

      We are all made of stars and earth. When the stars call us home- you are assured that the form remaining is no longer inhabited. Some of what I call “small stars” of angel grace hold a human likeness to the cadaver which is truely not evil, but a GIFT to I.D. the body, person. Understand that.

        You are seeing in all this post something so very horrendous that I want you to pray first or breathe before you step away and decide if this experience is for you or if you want to make a difference.

     I tried to give this family a shot at the IV medicine I take but the CIA put a kabash on that. A kabash is like a schwarma only a kabash sucks. If YOU… YES, YOU… Would like to confirm this story, write me at

Harrison
10554 se Main
Suite 308
Milwaukie, OR 97222
Ans 503 943 0465

    Please do not terrorize ME and give my address to the CIA in Langley, VA. The government is not thrilled that handicapped citizens try to help people who are neighbors to Taliban bombers in war zones. Every phone call is tricky for Shak- Shakeel has been harassed and threatened with death and kidnapping.

     I would like to announce this is:

Projekt: Dinner Out
(Get Shayan & Family out
Of the war-corner of Pakistan)

I am thinking aggregate
direct
real

Let us make an offramp for just one family.

America USED Dr. Afridi.
Now pay back Pakistan, America… save the whole family of a man with the SAME NAME, but an RN not an MD. haha. Its simple.
And it would make QUITE a
story, NBC!

It is NOT a secret.
I want my friend Shakeel’s family paid for… with money contributions that you all know how to MAKE tax deductable.

To have a rare disease in war hell is to much.

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Write to me like you mean it. I will give you young Shayan Afridi’s address and you can help his family out.

Special honorable mention to my brother Zahid. “Watch Shakeel, my brother, as he watches all of his lion cubs. Bless your cubs too.”

Pakistan Zindabad!!
               (Long Live)

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    This is a picture of God, broken. You can see this picture was a mover. A person. A living sculpture…

Superstar Writers Ink…

     …until they climax.

     And the afterthoughts are pretty damn nice, too.

     Gee, thanks. I was kind of getting stuck on Act III and all turned ON… and then YOU showed up.

      Way to kill the feeling, friend. Thanks, but at the same time- crap!! Well at least you know you can be my cooler. Hey, you ever go to Vegas?

    What?? Oh, c’mon, Baby. Don’t take it so badly…

     

1 p.m.

The big sign that you have gone nowhere! So sorry, losers! Thanks for playing.

1 p.m.
has nothing nice to say to you. What were you thinking? “Big reward time”? Its lunchtime.

You get to eat. And then use and digest that food feeling hurt and sad thoughts. Oh maybe you are through already?

Well, good job, then. Sorry. Yes, you are quite completely done with all your junk by noon. Way to troop.

But you have not pooped lunch. Who is in command? YOU are, silly. Dump those troops over Tim Buck Toity into the Maelstrom to fight Beowulf’s sister Grendela Munchhousertonfelder.

(You know those German words take a beating but don’t break apart because they are FORMED before 1 pm. In the bm.)

I hope you have a good p.m. and your b.m. is your own biz. I won’t ask, okay?

-andy
Drezzed
like gramms
Nurse namd Bart

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The 8th Wife Of Colonel Horace “Frazz” Tubal-Cain

     Colonel Horace of Hurtzsobaadicantstan- the great war strategist- asked his great enemy, Dargon the Opium Billionaire for his daughter’s hand in marriage. The daughter was the fair princess Hee-hooey, whose hair reached the floor.

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     Horace was very good looking…

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For a dead man.

No! Just kidding…
Of course he is alive…

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There!

Now Colonel Horace planned the wedding and was very sneaky! SNEAKY pants!
He hired a firing squad to do a 391 gun salute.

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But while guests arrived by car, plane and fish, he knew he would have his revenge and got EXCITED and screamed, “You are all squirrels!!”

Everyone just laughed.

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And the bodyguards fell asleep, waiting.

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The Colonel’s new inlaws were to be assassinated! Oh no! Oh yes!

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Sparky the Talking Horse was first to GET IT! He knew too much.

Yes the firing squad TOOK AIM! Guns for hire.

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Those DOGS! Dirty stinking scratchy hounds. Who cares WHAT kind of dog? Hey! The one in the middle is my aunt. “Hi Aunt Betty!”

So…

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The princess ran to Grandpa Doo-dad the next day.

“Grand Poopah!”, she cried.
“What!!!?”, he shouted. “I was sleeping on this pile of HUSH-MONEY.”

She said, “My wedding was yesterday… thank you for taking your fish to our wedding… but everyone on my side of the family is dead.

   David Hasselhof escaped. This is terrible. How can I love my HUSBAND knowing he is a super bad rich handsome desirable killer?”

Grandpa paused.

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Then he said, “I cannot see”

Princess Hee-hooey said,

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“Oh, we are blind because… Love is not perfect?? Oh how wise!”

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“Nnno. Wait. YES! Love is not perfect. Now MOVE! I am watching the Love Boat. SEE? I have an earphone CORD??”

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So the princess ran home and made Colonel Horace very happy in special ways and made her husband very happy also because she knocked Grampa over and took all the money back by hiring… Elmo.

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               ||  The End  ||

What Bothers Me Most About This Picture Is…

   Is that horses.. do not LOOK at the painter. They don’t give a CRAP about portraits. I mean, they will crap, but probably not in mid-air as the colon probably cinches up with a jump.

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      Do YOU cinch up with a jump? Don’t tell me. Don’t tell your priest. No, wait.. DO! They need a laugh.

    Don’t mess with people at funeral homes, pleeease?? Do you know, they have to pretend there are not bodies in the joint. Or maybe that’s me.

      I went to a mauseleum. True story- I know my credit here is NO GOOD, but its true. I visited gramma’s grave and I said, “See YOU SOON!”- meaning like FIFTY YEARS. Soon enough. I got shit to do.

       So I told a funeral director THERE a joke about… Uh… dead animals. He laughed and was reluctant to enjoy the joke. I saw Harold and Maude and I finally got it. I guess.

      Do you want to know the joke? Too bad!!

      Huh.

      Well?

      What do you need?

      Okay.

      Bark dust.

      Oops.

      What do you call a cremated dog?

      Oh, shit. I failed.