Rudyard Kipling"
āWhen you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and
the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle
and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldierā
General Douglas MacArthur"
āWe are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.ā
āIt is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.ā āOld soldiers never die; they just fade away.
āThe soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.ā
āMay God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .ā āThe object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
āNobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
āIt is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
The Soldier stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint."
I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
"His Serene Highness Barack Hussein Obama II, Lord of the Flies and Protector of the Holy Cities of Honolulu and Chicago, has just nobly urged us to āseek common groundā with Muslims everywhere. What a difference a compassionate century makes".
I donāt know about you, but I spent the weekend beaming with pride at the fierce moral example set by a compassionate Scottish government when it freed the long-suffering Abdel Baset al-Megrahi, the Libyan āterroristā convicted for the 1988 Lockerbie man-caused disaster. According to a confidential report cobbled up by the house medicos, āMr. Megrahi suffers from general debility. . . . His sleep pattern is disturbed. He appears tired and drawn. He has . . . reported a strong feeling of isolation ā cultural, religious, social and language. He has a strong sense of family duty. . . . He simply wishes to return home to be with his family, including his elderly mother.ā
Your wish is our command ā last week, they sent him home to Libya to a heroās welcome and a big wet one from strongman Moammar Qaddafi, a guy who looks like heās seen La Cage aux Folles more times than Frank Rich. Yes, the man who deliberately murdered 270 people, most of them Americans, including 35 Syracuse University students, was sentenced to 27 years in prison, served seven, and is now home with his mother. Thatās what I call Christian charity in action!
Now, until last week, I didnāt even know that Scotland had a government, at least not since Mel Gibson smooched Sophie Marceau and then was torn limb from limb with a smile on his lips as King Longshanks looked on with approval. But letās face it, the poor former Libyan intelligence agent, allegedly terminally ill with prostate cancer, has suffered enough. The damp climate, the impenetrable Mike Myers accents, the haggis . . . It must have driven him half-mad. Continued here....
