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."
Gates of Vienna : This government is the dregs of our country, the shame of our nation!
To Hollande, (President of France) Valls, (French Prime Minister)
Cazeneuve, (Minister of Interior) Taubira, (Justice Minister) and their
associates, and all the others who allow the French to live in fear
because of your thoughtlessness and your submission to superior diktats
from foreign countries not worth mentioning, you submit the people to
hordes of barbarians that come from who knows where, individuals whom
the media portray as unfortunate victims of war so that they can be fed
on the money of those whom they terrorize. The testimony of two Calais residents, a mother and daughter,
frightening in its harshness, in its horror, heart-rending in its
sincerity, in the traumatic silence of an unfortunate Calais resident
found one day holed up in her basement, terrorized by rioting illegals
whom even the police are afraid to approach.
Her daughter tells all, bluntly, frantically, in a hurry, in anguish.
And she accuses. She accuses these good-for-nothings, these jackasses,
these government pieces of garbage for allowing this evil in, destroying
everything in its path. Bastards that you are, bad guys, despicable turds!
This woman courageously tells, in a few minutes, the inconceivable,
the extreme poverty of her mother, the security she had to enforce
around her house that’s missing only a watchtower, the games of the
illegal immigrants who are having a good time forgetting that they were
asked to look sad and haggard, the inaction of police officers and their
council to do their job for them with the added lawsuit risk on top of
everything. Thank you Taubira! (French minister for justice).
And those French who suffer the reprisal, the aggression, and who are
asked to pay, to pay and pay, over and over again, until they bleed,
until there is no longer enough to eat, so that others may live high off
the fat of the land at our expense and afford the latest smart-phones,
so that they can enjoy the space just around the corner from you to play
soccer while you’re closing the fourth lock on your armoured door, and
firefighters wait for a moment of calm before entering the forbidden
city so they don’t risk their lives, with the help of police officers,
the same ones who never come when they are called, when an old lady
silenced by fear is in danger to the point of having to run to her
cellar like a rat, when it’s her daughter who comes at 3:00am, alone, to
help her.
Holland, Valls, Cazeneuve, Taubira, you’re monsters, hydras. You are
not legitimate to govern my country, you are guilty of the daily deaths
due to your complacency, your treachery. And you, the French people, where are you?! Will you finally wake up
from your apathy, yes or no? What are you waiting for, for your kid to
be killed? How many attacks will it take for you to do something! Video transcript:
