Cindy Sheehan Transcripts-The Apocalypse Mix

The following is a transcript from the Cindy Sheehan interview with Crackpot Press.

CPP: Hi Beautiful, How ya doin?

Sheehan: Crawford... shit; I'm still only in Crawford.... Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in Vacaville. When I was home after my first tour, it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my husband, until I said "yes" to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into Vacaville . I'm here a week now... waiting for a mission.... getting softer; every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute George squats in the brush, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around, the walls moved in a little tighter.

CPP: How did you plan for your vigil?

Sheehan: I was going to the worst place in the world and I didn't even know it yet. Weeks away and hundreds of miles up a river that snaked through the Texas like a main circuit cable - plugged straight into Bush. It was no accident that I got to be the caretaker of Presiden George W. Bush's memory - any more than being back in Crawford was an accident. There is no way to tell his story without telling my own. And if his story really is a confession, then so is mine.

CPP: What are your feelings about the war?

Sheehan: The war is being run by a bunch of four star clowns who are gonna end up giving the whole circus away.

CPP: Do you have a strategy? How long will you stay?

Sheehan: Never get out of the boat. Absolutely goddamn right. Unless you were goin' all the way. Kurtz, I mean Bush, got off the boat. He split from the whole fuckin' program.

CPP: I heard you got a "statement" from thje White House

Sheehan: Yes.. some guy, some hunky young man in a suit came out and said "I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight... razor... and surviving."

CPP: Thats doesnt mean anything.. that's pretentious crap...

Sheehan: THAT'S WHAT I SAID!!! Then they said and I quote "Hey, man, you don't talk to the President. You listen to him. The man's enlarged my mind. He's a poet-warrior in the classic sense. I mean sometimes he'll, uh, well, you'll say hello to him, right? And he'll just walk right by you, and he won't even notice you. And suddenly he'll grab you, and he'll throw you in a corner, and he'll say do you know that if is the middle word in life? If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you - I mean I'm no, I can't - I'm a little man, I'm a little man, he's, he's a great man. I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent seas..."


CPP: Thank you for your time... good luck!

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