Another occupation might have been better.
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Beautiful Occupation
Don't just stand there watching it happening
I can't stand it don't feel it
Something telling me
Don't wanna go out this way
Have a nice day
Read it in the headlines
Watch it on the tv
Put it in the background
Stick it in the back
Stick it in the back
For the beautiful occupation
The beautiful occupation
Don't need an invitation
To drop in upon a nation
Up to city come
I'm just sittin here
I'm just wastin my time
Half a million civilians gonna die today
They looked the wrong way
Read it in the headlines
Watch it on the tv
Put it in the background
Stick it in the back
Stick it in the back
For the beautiful occupation
The beautiful occupation
you don't need an invitation
to drop in upon a nation
Don't just stand there watching it happening
I can't stand it dont feel it
Something telling me
Dont wanna go out this way
Have a nice day
Read it in the headlines
Watch it on the tv
Put it in the background
Stick it in the back
Stick it in the back
For the beautiful occupation
The beautiful occupation
You don't need an invitation
To drop in upon a nation
For the beautiful occupation
The beautiful occupation
So much for an intervention
Don't call the united nations
song performed by Travis
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The Wino & I Know
By: jimmy buffett
1974
The ice cream man hes a hillbilly fan
Got seventy-eights by hank snow
Walks down the street, shufflin his feet
To a rhythm that only he knows
And Ive seen him in so many places
I saw him the night I was born
In a bourbon street bar, I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn
Chorus:
And the wino and I know the pain of street singin
Like a door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin my life like a song
Coffee is strong at the cafe du monde
Donuts are too hot to touch
Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
I eat til I eat way too much
cause Im livin on things that excite me
Be they pastry or lobster or love
Im just tryin to get by bein quiet and shy
In a world full of pushin and shove
Chorus:
And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin my life like a song
Sweet senorita wont you please come with me
Back to the island honey, back to the sea
Back to the only place that I want to be
Chorus:
And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean
Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin my life like a song
Yes its a strange situation, a wild occupation
Livin my life like a song
song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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G.i. Blues
(words & music by sid tepper - roy bennett)
They give us a room
With a view of the beautiful rhine
They give us a room
With a view of the beautiful rhine
Gimme a muddy old creek
In texas any old time
I've got those hup, two, three, four
Occupation g.i. blues
From my g.i. hair to the heels of my g.i. shoes
And if i don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer
And black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer
And black pumpernickel for chow
I'd blow my next month's pay
For a slice of texas cow
We'd like to be heroes,
But all we do here is march
We'd like to be heroes,
But all we do here is march
And they don't give the purple heart
For a fallen arch
I've got those hup, two, three, four
Occupation g.i. blues
From my g.i. hair to the heels of my g.i. shoes
And if i don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
Cause they're all wearin' signs saying:
"keepen sie off the grass"
I've got those hup, two, three, four
Occupation g.i. blues
From my g.i. hair to the heels of my g.i. shoes
And if i don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
song performed by Elvis Presley
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Danger
[Intro]
The brotha's got this complex occupation
The brotha's got this complex occupation
The brotha's got this complex occupation
[Verse 1]
Me and this baby
Gon' be up all night long
Walkin this wood flo'
'Till my man gets home
I'm at the front do'
I'm listening by the phone
But I'm gon' be here
With my make-up on
I'ts been a long time
Since my man been gone
But when he get here
You know I won't be gone
Because I love him
Love him strong (N'Dambi)
Me and this baby
Gon' be up all night long
[Chorus 2x]
Because they got the block on lock
The trunk stay locked
Glock on cock
The block stay hot
Block on lock
The trunk stay locked
Glock on cock
The block stay hot
Talking
What she say?
I said,
Block on lock
The trunk stay locked
Glock on cock
The block stay hot
[Verse 2]
Got a box of money
That I keep under my bed
But we don't spend it though
Might need it for more Yeyo
We need this money
Just in case we need to
Make a run
Gotta keep the clip in mama's gun
Or run...
We like to keep the car runnin'
We try to keep the bitch humin'
In case the sweeper boyz are comin'
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In terms of the idea of long-term occupation - I have been reading a little bit more about this period - and you can see in that occupation are many lessons for the current occupation of Iraq. So we have these connections that go way back that people aren't aware of.
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Oxymoron
Oxymoron:
fresh fish
*********
JBO:
'The beach at Sanibel... an Arlington Cemetery of shells.'
*
Every suffocated or strangled fish is first given
waterboarding sensations.
*
Fishes more frequently than
mammals or birds are cut open
alive, while their eyes watch
the knifing of others and their
gills struggle for absent air.
Fish cannot scream.
Greed for suffocated fish flesh causes seals to be clubbed in Canada, Norway, S Africa etc., dolphins to be knifed in Japan, whales to be murdered by
Norwegian Japanese Icelandic and American Inuit fishermen, bears
to be murdered in Alaska, untold thousands of fishermen to
be lost in tsunamis,700 Bangladesh fishermen lost in just 1 storm, Thai fishermen working for slave wages, tens of millions around
the world to die of stomach cancer, food poisoning etc.**
What's in fish? unreported Mad Fish
Disease, nuclear toxins a million
times more concentrated than in
sea water, AIDS from unprocessed
human waste dumped into
the oceans, hepatitis, anaphylactic shock, ecoli,
and other food poisoning,
throat, stomach and other cancers,
mercury, lead, cadmium, arsenic, pbb's, pcb's, thousands
of carcinogenic industrial waste products, and heavy metal sired
brain damage, pfiesteria (red tide) which poisons the fishes
FISH CAN'T SCREAM, FISH TOXINS, FISH STORIES
Are all anglers stranglers?
Dick Gregory: Eating fish liver oil is like eating the filter out of a car.
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New, New Minglewood Blues
New, New Minglewood Blues
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I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
Oh, my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
Well, I'm a wanted man in Texas,
busted jail and I'm gone for good.
Said, I'm a wanted man in Texas,
busted jail and I'm gone for good.
Well, the sheriff couldn't catch me,
but his little girl sure wished she could.
Well now the doctor call me crazy,
sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't,
Said now the doctor call me crazy,
sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't,
Yes, and the preacher man call me sinner
but his little girl call me saint.
Well a couple shots of whiskey
women round here start looking good,
I said a couple shots of whiskey
women round here start looking good,
A couple more shots of whiskey,
I'm going down to Minglewood.
Said, I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
Said, I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
Yes and my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in the desert
Raised in a lion's den
Oh, my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
song performed by Grateful Dead
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All New Minglewood Blues
I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den
I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den
Oh, my number one occupation is stealing women from their men
Well, I'm a wanted man in Texas, busted jail and I'm gone for good.
Said, I'm a wanted man in Texas, busted jail and I'm gone for good.
Well, the sheriff couldn't catch me,
But his little girl sure wish she could.
Well now the doctor call me crazy, sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't,
Said now the doctor call me crazy, sometimes I am, sometimes I ain't,
Yes, and the preacher man call me sinner
But his little girl call me saint.
Well a couple shots of whiskey women 'round here start looking good,
I said a couple shots of whiskey women 'round here start looking good,
A couple more shots of whiskey, I'm going down to Minglewood.
Said, I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den
Said, I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den
Yes and my number one occupation is stealing women from their men
I was born in the desert Raised in a lion's den
Oh, my number one occupation is stealing women from their men
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The Wino And I Know
The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan,
He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow;
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet,
To the rhythm that only he knows.
And I've seen him in so many places,
I saw him the night I was born;
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn.
And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin'
Like the door-to-door salesman knows
the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation,
a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Well the coffee is strong
at the Cafe Du Monde,
And the donuts are too hot to touch;
But just like a fool, when those
sweet goodies cool, I ate 'til I ate way too much.
Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me,
Be they pastries or lobsters or love;
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy,
In a world full of pushin' and shove.
And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin',
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pick-up
truck rustin'.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Sweet Senorita, Won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea;
Back to the only place that I want to be.
And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean,
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake
in motion.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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The Task: Book III. -- The Garden
As one who, long in thickets and in brakes
Entangled, winds now this way and now that
His devious course uncertain, seeking home;
Or, having long in miry ways been foil’d,
And sore discomfited, from slough to slough
Plunging, and half despairing of escape;
If chance at length he finds a greensward smooth
And faithful to the foot, his spirits rise,
He chirrups brisk his ear-erecting steed,
And winds his way with pleasure and with ease:
So I, designing other themes, and call’d
To adorn the Sofa with eulogium due,
To tell its slumbers, and to paint its dreams,
Have rambled wide. In country, city, seat
Of academic fame (howe’er deserved),
Long held, and scarcely disengaged at last.
But now with pleasant pace a cleanlier road
I mean to tread. I feel myself at large,
Courageous, and refresh’d for future toil,
If toil awaits me, or if dangers new.
Since pulpits fail, and sounding boards reflect
Most part an empty ineffectual sound,
What chance that I, to fame so little known,
Nor conversant with men or manners much,
Should speak to purpose, or with better hope
Crack the satiric thong? ‘Twere wiser far
For me, enamour’d of sequester’d scenes,
And charm’d with rural beauty, to repose,
Where chance may throw me, beneath elm or vine,
My languid limbs, when summer sears the plains;
Or, when rough winter rages, on the soft
And shelter’d Sofa, while the nitrous air
Feeds a blue flame, and makes a cheerful hearth;
There, undisturb’d by Folly, and apprised
How great the danger of disturbing her,
To muse in silence, or at least confine
Remarks that gall so many to the few,
My partners in retreat. Disgust conceal’d
Is ofttimes proof of wisdom, when the fault
Is obstinate, and cure beyond our reach.
Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss
Of Paradise that has survived the fall!
Though few now taste thee unimpair’d and pure,
Or tasting long enjoy thee! too infirm,
Or too incautious, to preserve thy sweets
Unmix’d with drops of bitter, which neglect
Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup;
Thou art the nurse of Virtue, in thine arms
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Dreamsicle
Dreamsicle
By: jimmy buffett
1979
Let me tell ya now
He sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
Wants to throw it all away
Wants to have it back someday
Loves fool, sears tools
Wants to win that football pool
Spend it on some real good grass
Disappearin oh so fast
Tell my story pain and glory
Guess my occupation
Free and easy warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
I got house pets, lear jets
Tryin to learn about basinettes
Oh miss piggy dance with me
Let me take you to the sea
Dreamsicle, big dill pickle
High school honeys sure were fickle
Ill be damned, country ham
Takes me back to alabam
So wont you tell my story pain and glory
Guess my occupation
Free and easy warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
Let me tell ya now
He sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
Ill be damned, country ham
Takes me back to alabam
Ill be damned, country ham
Takes me back, to alabama
Notes -
Background vocals: juan cadiz, deborah mccoll, harry dailey
song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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When Work Is Over
When work is over he likes to hit the bars,
And at the boozer well have another jar,
Because drinking can help ease the strain
Of his boring occupation,
Dull conversation,
Living by the book
And the rules and regulations.
Drinking helps us to forget what we are,
We leave the office and walk straight to the bar.
Dont stop to think,
Have another drink!
Drinking helps us to relax with the chaps,
A double scotch and we forget where were at.
Dont stop to think
Have another drink!
When work is over he likes to hit the bars,
Go down the boozer and have another jar,
Because drinking can help ease the strain
Of his boring occupation,
Dull conversation,
Living by the book
And the rules and regulations.
Boring occupations,
Dull conversations,
Living by the book
And the rules and regulstions.
Drinking helps us to forget what we are,
We leave the office and walk straight to the bar,
Dont stop to think,
Have another drink.
song performed by Kinks
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Gigolo Get Lonely Too
I guess U've heard of my reputation
I've had my share of foolin' around
But everybody needs stimulation
And mine just happens 2 be all over town
It's an easy-money occupation
First-class psychiatry
But just once, I'd wanna make love without taking off my clothes
Just once, I wanna make love with somebody who really and truly knows
CHORUS:
Contrary 2 rumor
Gigolos get lonely 2
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey babe, I think that I need U
Maybe U're the kind of person
That could turn my world around
Oh, won't U gimme a little inspiration
Maybe that's what I need 2 make me settle down
It's an easy-money occupation
But honey, one thing understand
I've got more money than U could imagine in your wildest dreams
But honey, money don't make no happy man
CHORUS
(Listen)
Just once I wanna make love without takin' off my clothes
Just once I wanna make love with somebody who knows
That I got more money than U could ever see
But honey, money won't get me up off my knees
Gigolos get lonely 2
All my lovers need stimulation ([Ooh stimulate])
But honey babe (honey babe), I think that I need U (I need U)
CHORUS
What cha gonna do, baby?
Oh, what cha, what cha gonna do?
Hey, what cha gonna do, baby?
Oh, what cha, what cha gonna do? (Oh)
Ah, do U think we could have dinner sometime, baby? {fade out}
Well, how about 2 night?
Baby
song performed by Prince
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My Melancholy Blues
Words and music by freddie mercury
Another partys over
And Im left cold sober
My baby left me for somebody new
I dont wanna talk about it
Want to forget about it
Wanna be intoxicated with that special brew
So come and get me
Let me
Get in that sinking feeling
That says my heart is on an all time low - so
Dont expect me
To behave perfectly
And wear that sunny smile
My guess is Im in for a cloudy and overcast
Dont try and stop me
cos Im heading for that stormy weather soon
Im causing a mild sensation
With this new occupation
Im permanently glued
To this extraordinary mood so now move over
Let me take over
With my melancholy blues
Im causing a mild sensation
With this new occupation
Im in the news
Im just getting used to my new exposure
So come into my enclosure
And meet my
Melancholy blues
song performed by Queen
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Welcome To The Occupation
Hang your collar up inside
Hang your dollar on me
Listen to the water still
Listen to the cause where you are
Fed and educated,
Primitive and wild
Welcome to the occupation
Here we stand and here we fight
All your fallen heroes
Held and dyed and skinned alive
Listen to the congress fire
Offering the educated
Primitive and loyal
Welcome to the occupation
Hang your collar up inside
Hang your freedom higher
Listen to the buyer still
Listen to the congress
Where we propagate confusion
Primitive and wild
Fire on the hemisphere below
Sugar cane and coffee cup
Copper, steel and cattle
An annotated history
The forest for the fire
Where we open up the floodgates
Freedom reigns supreme
Fire on the hemisphere below
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
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A nation to be loved
I loved the nation as anybody did
Who may not prefer prosperous nation to lead?
It is great honor to be a part of any nation
Our existence has been linked with strong relation
What can be situation if we have to live under domination?
Whole of area under occupation and total subjugation
Complete control on movements and limited supply of ration
What all these speak and give indication?
You have heart, body but no soul
The nights may be threatened with the noise of owl
Not good omen for any sensible good citizens
What can be alternatives when all options are frozen?
It is deep love and belonging to nationhood
Most sacred to defend along with motherhood
Thousands of death can be preferred to defend the country
Who else will come and guard like sentry?
No one may tolerate any type of encroachment
There has to be popular rising along with movement
Invaders can not be allowed to settle
Even if we have to shed the blood in battle
The blood must boil from within
The war must be waged to force the win
The chances may look slim and very thin
Yet it is compared to slavery scene
You are seen with scant respect
The land is tied with unholy pact
How can one nation be kept under force?
Without feeling of respect and remorse?
The freedom and liberty is snatched
The nation is denied freedom and plots are hatched
National wealth is deprived of and taken away
The whole of land is under occupation and sway
The people have right to choose their own destiny
Either it comes by peaceful means or by mutiny
No piece of land can be allowed or to be used
Any illegal entry by any means can be refused
You have been forced to follow encirclement
It is at the cost of freedom and enlightenment
We are not slave to fall in line with unreasonable demand
But in fact we are to follow their ideals and brand
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Am putting in my papers! ! ! ! ! ! !
While filling the form for a credit card
Against occupation I wrote, am a bard.
The clerk said Madam, your real occupation.
I blurted, heading a small organization.
Very challenging, have to multi task
It’s actually, I think, too much to ask.
Am in charge of child development,
Accounts, house keeping and management.
Mouth open and ball pen frozen in mid air,
He gaped at me from his ergonomic chair.
Wow, you must so much power wield.
It’s a 24/ 7 job in lab and the fields.
Have to juggle like a clown in a circus,
Many hats…one plus, it’s not monotonous.
You know a real challenge to my ingenuity.
He looked at me with awe and incredulity.
Honest, am having signs of burn out.
Oh, understand tough job, natural fall out.
Am thinking of premature retirement,
It’s a position for life, am not buying the argument.
Time for van prastha in the lap of nature
As the sages advised in our ancient scriptures.
In a couple of days am putting in my papers
The show will go on, as I melt like a vapour.
Came home; what, a vase of Tulips from Netherland.
Happy Mother's day, mom, i miss my mother and land.
You sounded sombre, what's on your mind, please wait
I am taking the next flight back tomorrow to Delhi straight.
This boy's timing is always perfect; born in morn at eight,
While growing inside me, he learnt I like to rise late.
Now that he has settled in a far off land, thousands of miles away,
What argument, I wonder, could he have to delay my getaway.
LIike a good mother, I tried to give him roots and wings
And always calmly took in stride his mood swings.
I have visions of chasing, in my verdant abode, butterflies at leisure
He can't tempt me with Europe and its historical or other treasures.
.
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Am putting in my papers!
While filling the form for credit card
Against occupation I wrote am a bard.
The clerk said Madam, your real occupation.
I blurted, work in a small organization.
Very challenging, have to multi task
It’s actually, I think, too much to ask.
Am in charge of child development,
Accounts, house keeping and management.
Mouth open and ball pen frozen in mid air,
He gaped at me from his ergonomic chair.
Wow, you must so much power wield.
It’s a 24/ 7 job in lab and the fields.
Have to juggle like a clown in a circus,
Many hats…one thing, it’s not monotonous.
You know a real challenge to my ingenuity.
He looked at me with awe and incredulity.
Honest, am having signs of burn out.
Oh, understand tough job, natural fall out.
Am thinking of premature retirement,
It’s a position for life, am not buying the argument.
Time for van prastha in the lap of nature
As the sages advised in our ancient scriptures.
In a couple of days am putting in my papers
The show will go on, as I melt like a vapour.
Got the idea to write this poem after reading an email sent by a friend.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Opera or Ballet
Oh joyous delight - finally reached the end of
my lovely Agreement, it should be an opera
sung to the music of Carmina Burana - if a
ballet, danced to the courtiers’ march in
Romeo and Juliet, the climax amazing
The tenant should fund the bill for drafting and
signing the serious contract, the self-satisfied
landlord can inspect and evict as he likes, the
effacing tenant had better beware - I see two
men in Victorian clothing - fencing
About the nefarious terms, no favours shall
nullify the terms by which the landlord can
pocket the deposit, any wrong step made
by the tenant shall render beneficial
occupation impossible - Should the
tenant improve the premises, no advantage
shall accrue to him, should the place burn
down - it will be seen as a scheme and he
shall be held responsible, the end to be
perfect - The angry tenant
shall kill the overbearing landlord with one
blow, then enjoy exercising his right to
beneficial occupation indefinitely - at
least, in the opera or ballet
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Nazi Death Squads Enter Eastern Europe
Einsatzgruppen ultimate genocide killing machines
plans so heinous Satan glorified as his SS hells legions;
task forces sowed vile atrocious monstrous Nazi deeds
SS paramilitary death squads systematic mass killings;
originally killing by indifferent civilian herd shootings
typically seek primary target Jews Gypsies Communists;
political categories Polish intellectuals Soviet prisoners
early prey physically mentally handicapped homosexuals;
rabid intolerance eradicated Nazi perceived imperfections
great musical voices minds selected for mass executions;
Einsteins Stephan Hawkings earth rare intolerated genius
unique human diversity frog marched to foul gas chambers;
Einsatzgruppen operated throughout invasion territories
occupied by German armed forces following invasions;
like Poland and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Einsatzgruppen systematically carried out evil operations;
ranging from repellent murder of individuals to operations
which lasted over two or more days vast horrific massacres;
at Babi Yar Kiev Soviet Ukraine 33,771 killed in two days
at Rumbula forest near Riga Latvia 25,000 killed in two days;
who testifies 33,771 Kiev Jews were massacred in two days
at Babi Yar official reports by Einsatzgruppe to headquarters;
infamous September 29-30 1941 SS and German police units
auxiliaries under awful guidance of Einsatzgruppe members;
(mobile killing unit) C slaughtered their naked Jewish victims
as quarry marched into a ravine Einsatzgruppe detachments;
shot all women children elderly without mercy in small groups
in subsequent months following the massacre German authorities;
stationed at Kiev rounded up killed thousands more Jews
at Babi Yar and non-Jews including Roma (Gypsies):
executed too were Soviet prisoners of war Communists
100,000 people estimated murdered at Babi Yar massacres;
Latvia during first six months of Nazi occupation Germans
local collaborators slaughtered 90 percent of the 95,000 Jews;
July 1941 invasion 40,000 Jews live in Riga in fear first days
of occupation savage attacks are launched upon Riga's Jews;
racist pogrom arresting beating torturing raping Riga Jews
Latvian 'civilian' nationalists begin burning synagogues;
with families inside thousands are driven toward beaches
nearby woods shot murdered a surviving 32,000 victims;
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