Archive for December, 2008


The biggest lie

The lie has been told since before I knew it was a lie. It’s been told since I cared that it was a lie. The biggest lie was uttered, in various shades of grey, (but many times it was just black), for thousands of years. Now, people who pretend to be sympathetic to the suffering of others are uttering the lie–again.

The Jews are committing attrocities.

Really, has another lie survived as long as this one? been told as many times and in as many ways throughout history?

These liars, these sly-foxes–defend Hamas. Hamas–they strap bombs to the bodies of Palestinian teenagers, and intoxicate with dreams of virgins and grapes. Hamas, who uses it’s own people, sacred buildings, schools, as shields against reprisal attacks.

This Hamas is whom the liars defend.

The cruelest attrocities, the most wanton destruction and evils that can pour from men’s minds have been unsheathed against the Jewish people, as recorded in the tomes of culture new and ancient.

Nebuchadnezzar, Ramses, Pompey, Nero, Hitler, Stalin. These all uttered the biggest lie.

No populace is ever devoid of guilt at some level. Purity is the thing of fantasy.
But the Israeli people want peace. They have removed themselves from Gaza–from the land that belongs to Israel and Israel alone. They gave it to the Palestinians, who in turn converted it into a terrorist enclave. Palestinians have rejected the offer of a state of their own, on several occasions, and instead commenced to carry out the charter of Hamas: The destruction of all jews.  They elected Hamas to lead them, and Hamas leads them down a road that will dead-end in their destruction. The willingly walk that road.


Rudyard Kipling Rules.

I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’beer,
The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.”
The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:

O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”;
But it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins,” when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it’s “Thank you, Mr. Atkins,” when the band begins to play.

I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-‘alls,
But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they’ll shove me in the stalls!

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, wait outside”;
But it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide,
The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide,
O it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide.

Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they’re starvation cheap;
An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they’re goin’ large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.

Then it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy how’s yer soul?”
But it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll.

We aren’t no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren’t no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints:
Why, single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints;

While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, fall be’ind,”
But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind,
There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,
O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind.

You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires an’ all:
We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”
But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country,” when the guns begin to shoot;
An’ it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;
But Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool – you bet that Tommy sees!

~Rudyard Kipling~



“Tommy Atkins,” or just “Tommy,” is the name popularly given to the typical British soldier.
red-coat — an old fashioned term for a soldier (they used to wear red coats)
public-house — a pub, drinking house
publican — the pub owner
stalls — best seats near the stage
blackguards — ruffians (pronounced “blaggards”)
the Widow — here – Queen Victoria


Hamas predictably gains the sympathy of Left. But Israel must push on.

The worst thing, that can happen as this article points out is that Israel should suffer from the international disaproval that always comes when a country invades another and then, not acheive its military goals. Hamas must be extinguished. Israel must push through the castagations of tie-dyers. Easy answers are plyed on easy problems. Easy this isn’t.

Israel withdrew from Gaza in 2005. What was Hamas’ response? Over 6000 rockets rained onto Israeli civilians. They had their chance, and in classic Arab fashion, they fouled it up. Now, the only people they have for allies are people who would never fight for them in the first place.


The best military writer in the business agrees with me

Ralph Peters makes the same point I made in my previous article on Israel and Hamas: To end the terror, Israel must sweep Gaza with ground troops and commit to an aggressive, full-on invasion of the territory.

It won’t happen, but it should.


In the real world, Israel must destroy, not just hurt its enemies.

The policy of containment will not work for Israel. Containment rarely works and it drains money and morale. Media entities rush to the defense of the punished aggressors.

Israel did what many peace activists asked it to do. It backed off. It gave and gave. But Hamas’ reason for existence is the destruction of Israel. All of the peace signs and tie-dye in the world will not stop Arab extremists.

Over and over we can see through history, that merely stinging the nose of an opponent in war only leads a motivated enemy to believe that a jab is the best you’ve got. What you usually need is a left hook. Then a cross. And if need be–a blasting uppercut.

George Orwell once said: “The quickest way to end a war is to lose it.”

Israel’s recent response to Hamas’ rocket attacks must be overwhelming, to the point that even Western allies stand in shock. War serves a political purpose. That purpose is to bring about peace by breaking the will of your enemy, and the damage you do to him must far outweigh what he has done to you. Otherwise, he still thinks he has a chance. And sometimes it’s a chance that you’ve handed to him, just like America did to North Vietnam.

The Holy Land needs a Decisive War. Israel must strike at their opponent’s center of gravity and stop pitter-pattering around. Yes, it will be painful, because the media will portray them as unjust. But the words of pundits will be less painful then the next few decades will be, if newly energized extremists are allowed to attack at will.


It’s over

Summer came and passed away,
Hardly seemed to last a day,
But it’s over,
And what can I do….

It’s over, It’s over, all over,
It’s over all over now,
And the way you looked
Don’t even mean I’m down.

~It’s Over~ Electric Light Orchestra

I’ll never forget it. Two Christmases ago (or was it three), when my sister, Valedictorian of her high school class, National Honor Student, winner of a $120,000 scholarship to an Ivy League school, looked at me with concerned eyes. Seconds prior, I’d commented on how warm and how nice the sun was on that Christmas day. It was around 50 degree I think, in Maine that afternoon, and it felt great to feel  the sun’s rays giving their heat.

But to my sister, this warmth was not be enjoyed. It was to be feared.

“I just hope this isn’t global warming”, she said. It’d been unseasonably warm for almost two weeks, you see.

I was crushed. Here my brilliant sister, after a mere year under the tutelage of progressives from Maine’s “micro-Harvard” (Bowdoin College), had succumbed to leftist mythologica. She even asked me if I’d seen Al Gore’s movie. Yes, that movie.

Now I’ll admit, my sister is everything I should have been, and heck, she plays rugby on the women’s team at Bowdoin, so she’s got to be cool, or at least tough. And guess what the Mascot is for that college? Polar bear. Yup. That dying species of white and lovable fur, sentenced to death by man’s combustion engines and burned toast.

But now it’s over.  It’s been over for a while, however almost on a daily basis articles are popping up, and the consensus, which never equaled science, is gone. When we consider this whole fiasco, it’s frightening how in this day and age, a whole populace can be hypnotized, or more appropriately–forced to believe in an ideology for fear of being ostracized.

It’s an example of the only plague to hit America in my life time, it’s the calamity that Ralph Peters terms, The Plague of Ideas.


Retort to Arianna Huffington’s anti-capitalism piece

I read the Huffington piece a few days ago. She keeps using the term Laissez-faire. Something that this nation has never really been. If the defenders of Marxism can state, without batting an eye, that true Marxism has not yet deployed, then we can also say the same for Laissez-faire capitalism. Good. This is not the cold, financial machine envisioned in Ayn Rand’s, Atlas Shrugged.

In this article, the author makes the obvious and excellent point that Huffington avoids. If we are to blame capitalism for the recession, to what do we point to as responsible for America’s success? Huffington would probably insinuate that America’s predatory economic practices and exploitation of second-rate economies has made us great, but now the chickens have come home to roost.

Lower regulation is good, but not really Laissez-faire.


Awww–isn’t she a sweetheart.

Wispy shroud flows down like a fountain

A heart so steep, an unassailed mountain

Pouting beauty to you no mystery

Have only to search the annals of history

All effort made to hone effete power

Leaving my spirit an apple sour

Dark poet’s din does the lonely sing

For in the end, we have not a thing

Peer not, oh wandering eye

Not at arm, nor hip, nor thigh

There walks but a shattered dream

Better now ponder, wade, this cooling crystal stream~ Desire’s Requiem, unknown author.

Drunk ladies were always the worst to arrest. Seems a lifetime of coddling made them lose sight of the fact that even hot girls can go to jail. This sweetheart, according to Smoking, kicked and bit the cops during her arrest at a New Jersey bar.

Drunk but hot girls like to throw down when the heat is on....

Drunk but hot girls like to throw down when the heat is on....

And the folks here at the library must think I’m insane, ’cause I couldn’t stop laughing ta some of the pics on, which i’ve posted below.
Kay, Johhny. Heres where you get out...

'Kay, Johhny. Here's where you get out...

Grandmas dead...But the puppys cute

Grandma's dead...But the puppy's cute

Whats for dinner, chum?
What’s for dinner, chum?
Got Milk?

Got Milk?

This guy is a FAIL and a great mug-shot.


Article by Mark Bowden on Bush and shoe-throwing incident.

Mark Bowden is the famed author of, Blackhawk Down–A Story of Modern War. He has written several award-winning books since then, as well as several articles for various papers.

Though Bowden is certainly no Republican, I find his thinking and writing to be honest and I can ask no more from anyone. In this article, Bowden argues that George Bush should ask that the shoe-thrower be released. And I agree with Bowden on this. As Bowden pointed out, Bush immediately joked about the situation, calling the shoe a “Size 10 missile”. He was unharmed. I would like to know what the thrower’s attitude would be if Bush asked for his release. I think it would be the Christian thing to do, and sometimes there’s nothing better at embarrassing your enemies than to offer him the other cheek.


John F. Kennedy: Democrat Neo-Conservative

Not much that Kennedy offered in one of his great speeches would have pleased liberals if Kennedy’d had an (R) behind his name. Have a look.

The path we have chosen for the present is full of hazards, as all paths are. The cost of freedom is always high, but Americans have always paid it. And one path we shall never choose, and that is the path of surrender, or submission. Writer’s Note: I had to put this one first. Kennedy’s party has become the party of the Surrender Monkey.

–And so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.

–Communism has never come to power in a country that was not disrupted by war or corruption, or both.
–Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men.

–Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names.

–In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility – I welcome it.

Israel was not created in order to disappear – Israel will endure and flourish. It is the child of hope and the home of the brave. It can neither be broken by adversity nor demoralized by success. It carries the shield of democracy and it honors the sword of freedom.

It is an unfortunate fact that we can secure peace only by preparing for war.

Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.

Sometimes I think that Kennedy only sported the Democrat moniker so he could get angry feminists into bed.

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