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."
Yahoo : Once upon a time there was a good and fair country and people who
lived in countries that were neither good nor fair travelled to that
land and made it their home because they knew it to be kind. But some
men who made that land their home brought the values of countries that
were neither kind nor fair with them.
Such men hated the female children
they found in the good and fair country. The girls were white but not
chaste; they were dirty unbelievers who went about unaccompanied as if
they were boys. They disgusted the men, and they tempted them, which
made them hate the female children even more.
The monsters, for that is
what the men became over time, caused savage harm to thousands of girls ā
so many that no one is yet sure of the number and may never be, for
some were lost or killed. And the monsters drugged and bribed them, they
made them sex slaves, branding the girlsā flesh with their initials,
ramming large implements into their tiny bodies the better to
accommodate four men.
This may be hard to comprehend, dear reader,
but the people of that enlightened land did not protect their
daughters. Iām sorry to say they abandoned them to their fate. Police,
whose duty it was to look after the most vulnerable, either arrested the
girls, dismissed their pleas for help or left them with
their tormentors.
For that famously kind and decent land had fallen
under a strange enchantment, which was called multiculturalism. It said
that, no matter how wicked or cruel the men were to the children, you
must never speak of it. The dark spell, and what a powerful spell it was
(enough to vanquish justice and compassion), caused any who dared to
say thatPakistani Muslim menwere
targeting white girls to become the bad people. Because all cultures are
equal, you see, even ones that donāt believe in equality or which agree
that girls who arenāt virgins are whores and deserve to be punished.
And
those who struggled against the powerful spell that stifled their
countrymen were called racist. And to be racist or bigoted or
āfar-Rightā was to be far more hateful than any hatred inflicted on
female children,or so the people of the good and fair country were told by their leaders.
And
when the monsters swore at the children whom they were raping, saying,
āWhite slag!ā āWhite cā!ā ā well, that wasnāt at all racist. Because
multiculturalism and the BBCsay it cannot be so.
A
few brave women (Julie, Ann, Maggie, Sarah) who woke from the
enchantment and warned young girls were in danger from British Pakistani
menwere banished and forced to apologise for being āreckless in my choice of wordsā. Or they lost their seat in the shadow Cabinet.
