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."
BCF : You might have heard that there was a party on Martha’s Vineyard over
the weekend. While many commentators have made good, well reasoned
points about the incongruity of the maskless celebration of privilege,
the flagrant hypocrisy and unselfconscious opulence of the occasion, I
think the greatest irony has been, largely, missed.
You see, Mr Obama has turned the ultimate trick of the socialist oppressor. Has spent his public career telling hard working productive people (Joe the Plumber was only the prototype for you and me) that they don’t deserve to keep all of what they earn and create because we need to “share the wealth”. All the while, he has risen to the very pinnacle of status and wealth without ever having built anything himself.
Having been handed everything in his career, from affirmative action educational opportunities, to a no-show, no-publish editorial post at the Harvard Law Review, up to and including two terms as the guilt-offering, Nobel Prize for showing up, worst ever (until his addled puppet, Biden!) president of the United States, he now, has somehow come by millions upon millions of dollars and basks in the adulation of sophisticates, performers and socialist agitators.
