Rudyard Kipling"
“When 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 soldier”
General Douglas MacArthur"
“We are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.”
“It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.” “Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
“The soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.”
“May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .” “The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
“Nobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
“It 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."
The preacher and the part-time PM By Mariam Mokhtar
Monday, January 06, 2014
From Malaysiakini : Steve Oh : An accurate appraisal of
the state of affairs. The German people thought Adolph Hitler was their
saviour until it was too late. The religious hegemon will not stop until
he has everyone under his jackboots.
Where you have the religious
extremist in power expect more control and suffering. It is not too late
for Muslims to stop the gradual erosion of their freedoms. Why should
any adult be subject to the dictates of another? Religion is not a
licence for slavery.
Najib Abdul Razak: Entrepreneur. String-puller. Property speculator.
Globe-trotter. Magician and part-time Prime Minister. Being the
Malaysian PM is without doubt, a dream job.
Pampered while crossing the globe in luxury, dining at the finest
restaurants, lounging in the best hotels and bedecking his spouse in the
finest jewels.
The nation is on the cusp of another racial and religious conflict, but
Najib is nowhere to be seen, or heard; a testimony to his expertise in
performing the disappearing trick, he is the poor-man’s Tommy Cooper.
Be warned! Competition is fierce for this dream job. Although the job
seems to be up for grabs, every five years, just like a crooked race,
the fix is in and the outsider always seems to win.
Today, when community tensions are simmering, and pro-Umno-Baru NGOs are
threatening Christians, Najib has again failed to censure the
extremists. His head is stuck firmly in the sand, his lips are sealed
together and he is hiding behind the extremist NGOs.
