America....the new 'Flanders Field.'

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders Fields - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


it's got a good beat... can you dance to it?

:rolleyes:

but PC, you're living in flanders field?

you're in poverty?

you're dead?

stop it... it's nonsense.


1. You seem not to be familiar with what is a well-known poem, in both literature, and political discourse. If that is the case, I would be surprised.



2. “but PC, you're living in flanders field?

you're in poverty?

you're dead?”

My friend, either you’ve completely missed the point, or I’ve given too much credit in addressing too wide a political swath.

It is not myself that is ‘dead’….but the glorious values of America, killed by the warm, smothering embrace that Tocqueville spoke of:

He described “an immense, tutelary power, which takes sole charge of assuring their enjoyment and of watching over their fate.” As he predicted, this power is “absolute, attentive to detail, regular, provident, and gentle,” and it “works willingly for their happiness, but it wishes to be the only agent and the sole arbiter of that happiness. It provides for their security, foresees and supplies their needs, guides them in their principal affairs, directs their industry, regulates their testaments, divides their inheritances.” It is entirely proper to ask, as he asked, whether it can “relieve them entirely of the trouble of thinking and of the effort associated with living.”



2. And, one more perception I glean from your post: you seem to minimize the change in our nation signified by this election. That must be why you find the dirge-like element of the poem hyperbolic. I don’t.

The demise of our history, of the values and attitudes that America once represented, needs to be spoken of with the seriousness of death.
 
Green Fields Of France

Eric Bogle

Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again
 
Green Fields Of France

Eric Bogle

Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again


NoNoodles....that was the best response from your side of the aisle.
I really liked that poem....but it's a mistake to believe that it has any
relationship to an understanding of human nature.


Let me add these:

1. Then out spoke brave Horatius, the Captain of the Gate:
‘To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods,
Horatius at the Bridge by Lord Macaulay



and this...

2. War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.

John Stuart Mill



and this:

3. "The path
of the righteous man is beset on
all sides by the inequities of the
selfish and the tyranny of evil
men. Blessed is he who, in the
name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the
valley of darkness, for he is truly
his brother's keeper and the finder
of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those
who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.
Ezekiel 25:17.


Do you really believe that there is nothing worth fighting for?
Really?
 
"CIA Director Leon Panetta, President Obama’s nominee to serve as secretary of defense, has come under newfound scrutiny for his ties to a pro-Marxist think tank accused of anti-CIA activity.

The Institute for Policy Studies, or IPS, has long faced criticism for positions some say attempt to undermine U.S. national security and for its cozy relationship with the Soviet Union during the Cold War.

In his authoritative book “Covert Cadre: Inside the Institute for Policy Studies,” S. Steven Powell writes: “April 5, 1983, IPS threw a large twentieth-anniversary celebration to raise funds.

“On the fundraising committee for the event were 14 then-current members of the U.S. House of Representatives, including “Leon E. Panetta (D-Calif.), chairman of Budget Process Task Force of the House Committee on Budget (chairman of Subcommittee on Police and Personnel, Ninety-ninth Congress).”

Along with serving on the IPS committee, Panetta supported the IPS’s “Coalition for a New Foreign and Military Policy Line” in 1983.

“Members of the mainstream news media seem to have no interest in Leon Panetta’s past open involvement with the Institute for Policy Studies, an anti-CIA think tank closely linked to the former Soviet Union’s KGB spy agency. But they should,” writes blogger and former Air Force public affairs officer Bob McCarty.

Writing in the New American earlier this month, Christian Gomez notes, “Careful observation of former Rep. Panetta’s record in the U.S. House of Representatives reveals a history of votes perceivable as in contrast with U.S. national security objectives, which if confirmed as Sec. of Defense may compromise U.S. national defense.”

Panetta supported the Soviet satellite government of Daniel Ortega in Nicaragua and was a vocal opponent of Chile’s anti-communist government.

In his 1988 book “Far Left of Center: The American Radical Left Today,” Harvey Klehr, professor of politics and history at Emory University, said that IPS “serves as an intellectual nerve center for the radical movement, ranging from nuclear and anti-intervention issues to support for Marxist insurgencies.”

The FBI labeled the group a “think factory” that helps to “train extremists who incite violence in U.S. cities, and whose educational research serves as a cover for intrigue, and political agitation.”
CIA director tied to Marxist institute


You really need to get out more and stay away from the alarmist, right-wing fear mongers. They'll take your joy.
 
Do you really believe that there is nothing worth fighting for?
Really?


How many wars have you seen? Are you a Veteran or a member of the Armed Forces?

I ask because you seem to have some pretty fanciful and romantic notions about war and patriotism.

Here. I'll let Eric Bogle take you closer to the truth:

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WG48Ftsr3OI]Eric Bogle - The Band Played Waltzing Matilda - YouTube[/ame]
 
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Nice thought

Too bad you had to spoil it with your rightwing propaganda bull shit

Can't even leave the dead alone?


1. It seems that you just aren't perceptive enough to realize that you have become merely an inadvertent satire of yourself.

2. What is the driving force of the unAmerican, the Leftist...i.e., you?
Simply this: shut down opposition voices.

"Too bad you had to spoil it with your rightwing propaganda...."




3. While the attempt to silence opposing ideas covers the greatest percentage of Leftist posts....in this case it
has particular significance, as I fully understand why you’d like to slink away from the fact that folks like you have destroyed what so many of those referred to
died for…..


4. A more reputable voice might have attempted to prove that "and has given way to collectivism and victimology" isn't the case.

But you cannot.

Your quote

Today, "The larks, still bravely singing, fly," yet one must mourn the passing of an America that stood for rewarding ability and success....and has given way to collectivism and victimology

To defile dead soldiers to claim they died in vain because America no longer supports your rightwing political ideology is despicable. To use it to present your own political propaganda is as low as you can get



1. Me? Defile the most noble who gave their lives for the America that you execrate? Blaming the other side for your breach is almost as old a strategy as you Leftists telling opponents to ‘shut up’!




2 ".…claim they died in vain because America no longer supports your rightwing political ideology…”

It is not my “…rightwing political ideology…”
Rather, the ideas and ideals that you deprecate are those of the Founders, the values memorialized in the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution.



Proof of same is so very easy that I hesitate to do so because of how dishonest it will prove you to be.

OK....that's enough of a hesitation: My “… rightwing political ideology…” is the belief in individualism, free markets, and limited constitutional government.


Not your warped view of the collective, unlimited intrusion of government into every aspect of life, and socialism.

Exactly what you voted for in Obama.
 
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Do you really believe that there is nothing worth fighting for?
Really?


How many wars have you seen? Are you a Veteran or a member of the Armed Forces?

I ask because you seem to have some pretty fanciful and romantic notions about war and patriotism.

Here. I'll let Eric Bogle take you closer to the truth:

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WG48Ftsr3OI]Eric Bogle - The Band Played Waltzing Matilda - YouTube[/ame]



Time for you to remove the "Better Red Than Dead" bumper sticker from your car.
 
How many wars have you seen? Are you a Veteran or a member of the Armed Forces?

I ask because you seem to have some pretty fanciful and romantic notions about war and patriotism.

Dear Old Guy: For a wake up call, why not send the Democrats the bill for the cost of all
the ACA health care insurance, fines and costs that dissenters don't agree to pay,
and send the GOP the bill for the costs to taxpayers of the Iraq War and contracts.
And see who is willing to take responsibility for the cost of the agenda their Party leaders pushed through Congress, eh?

Dear PC: I thought of recording a video for this Anthem I wrote, originally for the Westboro Baptists to outsing them at their own protests (lyrics below). I would like to post it to Victoria Jackson's political website, to reach out to her after I heard she had wept for America after the election results. Now I'm thinking I should change the lyrics to God Save America, since we need all the help we can get to pull together out of this divisive slump, remember our roots and get back to rebuilding the country. (My boyfriend didn't really relate to the lyrics about Muslims and thought I should change it to Christians, what do you think?)

God Hates America

God hates America
Fat lazy slobs
While we split hairs
Over welfare [health care?]
Slaves in Asia
Are taking our jobs

From the handouts
To the bailouts
Leaving us in greater debt
God hates America
And all our Vets
God hates America
And all our Vets!

God hates/[save?] America
Land of the lost
While we protest
Certain Baptists
States are sued
To remove every Cross

Religious freedom
Is for Heathens
If you're Muslim
You're a Putz!

God hates/[save?] America
Cuz we've gone nuts
God hates/[save?] America
Cuz we've gone nuts!
 
Time for you to remove the "Better Red Than Dead" bumper sticker from your car.


That's what I thought. You're the caricature of the right-wing Super Patriot: You have no experience in war yet feel qualified to tell everyone all about it and to instruct those of us who DO have experience about the nobility of patriotic service.

Not ever having bothered to don the uniform yourself, never having sacrificed a thing, your "patriotism" is cheap and worthless.

Go preach to the rest of the Chickenhawks.
 
Green Fields Of France

Eric Bogle

Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again


NoNoodles....that was the best response from your side of the aisle.
I really liked that poem....but it's a mistake to believe that it has any
relationship to an understanding of human nature.


Let me add these:

1. Then out spoke brave Horatius, the Captain of the Gate:
‘To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods,
Horatius at the Bridge by Lord Macaulay



and this...

2. War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.

John Stuart Mill



and this:

3. "The path
of the righteous man is beset on
all sides by the inequities of the
selfish and the tyranny of evil
men. Blessed is he who, in the
name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the
valley of darkness, for he is truly
his brother's keeper and the finder
of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those
who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.
Ezekiel 25:17.


Do you really believe that there is nothing worth fighting for?
Really?

I did not expect you to understand.
 
Green Fields Of France

Eric Bogle

Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again


NoNoodles....that was the best response from your side of the aisle.
I really liked that poem....but it's a mistake to believe that it has any
relationship to an understanding of human nature.


Let me add these:

1. Then out spoke brave Horatius, the Captain of the Gate:
‘To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods,
Horatius at the Bridge by Lord Macaulay



and this...

2. War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.

John Stuart Mill



and this:

3. "The path
of the righteous man is beset on
all sides by the inequities of the
selfish and the tyranny of evil
men. Blessed is he who, in the
name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the
valley of darkness, for he is truly
his brother's keeper and the finder
of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those
who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.
Ezekiel 25:17.


Do you really believe that there is nothing worth fighting for?
Really?

I did not expect you to understand.

There is no requirement to understand when you cut and paste unrelated quotes and pretend they have meaning
 
That's what I thought. You're the caricature of the right-wing Super Patriot: You have no experience in war yet feel qualified to tell everyone all about it and to instruct those of us who DO have experience about the nobility of patriotic service.

Not ever having bothered to don the uniform yourself, never having sacrificed a thing, your "patriotism" is cheap and worthless.

Go preach to the rest of the Chickenhawks.

"You're the caricature of the right-wing Super Patriot..."

You got that right!!


I even have the national anthem on my IPod!!!




"Not ever having bothered to don the uniform"

Wrong again, meathead!!

Girl scout troop 14!!

How'd you like those mint cookies????



"You have no experience in war..."

Well, that means if you haven't been to Italy you can't order pasta....dim-wit.
That whistling sound I hear….is that the high winds passing directly through your head?



Hey…are you still wearing that sundial as a wristwatch?
 
Green Fields Of France

Eric Bogle

Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again


NoNoodles....that was the best response from your side of the aisle.
I really liked that poem....but it's a mistake to believe that it has any
relationship to an understanding of human nature.


Let me add these:

1. Then out spoke brave Horatius, the Captain of the Gate:
‘To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods,
Horatius at the Bridge by Lord Macaulay



and this...

2. War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.

John Stuart Mill



and this:

3. "The path
of the righteous man is beset on
all sides by the inequities of the
selfish and the tyranny of evil
men. Blessed is he who, in the
name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the
valley of darkness, for he is truly
his brother's keeper and the finder
of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those
who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.
Ezekiel 25:17.


Do you really believe that there is nothing worth fighting for?
Really?

I did not expect you to understand.

So.....I don't understand a dunce like you....

...but you can't comprehend the hero Horatius, the genius John Stuart Mill, or the Bible?


Pretty good analysis of each of us, eh?
 
NoNoodles....that was the best response from your side of the aisle.
I really liked that poem....but it's a mistake to believe that it has any
relationship to an understanding of human nature.


Let me add these:

1. Then out spoke brave Horatius, the Captain of the Gate:
‘To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods,
Horatius at the Bridge by Lord Macaulay



and this...

2. War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.

John Stuart Mill



and this:

3. "The path
of the righteous man is beset on
all sides by the inequities of the
selfish and the tyranny of evil
men. Blessed is he who, in the
name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the
valley of darkness, for he is truly
his brother's keeper and the finder
of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those
who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.
Ezekiel 25:17.


Do you really believe that there is nothing worth fighting for?
Really?

I did not expect you to understand.

There is no requirement to understand when you cut and paste unrelated quotes and pretend they have meaning



What a weak defense.....

....but, you work to ability.


Don't let me keep you....I'm sure that there are lots of soap bubbles you need to slap out of the air.
 
NoNoodles....that was the best response from your side of the aisle.
I really liked that poem....but it's a mistake to believe that it has any
relationship to an understanding of human nature.


Let me add these:

1. Then out spoke brave Horatius, the Captain of the Gate:
‘To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods,
Horatius at the Bridge by Lord Macaulay



and this...

2. War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.

John Stuart Mill



and this:

3. "The path
of the righteous man is beset on
all sides by the inequities of the
selfish and the tyranny of evil
men. Blessed is he who, in the
name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the
valley of darkness, for he is truly
his brother's keeper and the finder
of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those
who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.
Ezekiel 25:17.


Do you really believe that there is nothing worth fighting for?
Really?

I did not expect you to understand.

So.....I don't understand a dunce like you....

...but you can't comprehend the hero Horatius, the genius John Stuart Mill, or the Bible?


Pretty good analysis of each of us, eh?

Your name calling discloses your capitulation.
 
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I did not expect you to understand.

There is no requirement to understand when you cut and paste unrelated quotes and pretend they have meaning



What a weak defense.....

....but, you work to ability.


Don't let me keep you....I'm sure that there are lots of soap bubbles you need to slap out of the air.

Unfortunately for you, even those of is who work in a sewer understand the shallowness of your posts
 
"You're the caricature of the right-wing Super Patriot..."

You got that right!!


I even have the national anthem on my IPod!!!




"Not ever having bothered to don the uniform"

Wrong again, meathead!!

Girl scout troop 14!!

How'd you like those mint cookies????



"You have no experience in war..."

Well, that means if you haven't been to Italy you can't order pasta....dim-wit.
That whistling sound I hear….is that the high winds passing directly through your head?



Hey…are you still wearing that sundial as a wristwatch?


At this point, you're done. You might as well leave your own thread because you've got nothing else to offer but jingoism.

Of course, that's all you had to offer in the first place, but your betters humored you.
 
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There is no requirement to understand when you cut and paste unrelated quotes and pretend they have meaning



What a weak defense.....

....but, you work to ability.


Don't let me keep you....I'm sure that there are lots of soap bubbles you need to slap out of the air.

Unfortunately for you, even those of is who work in a sewer understand the shallowness of your posts

As soon as you change he subject...e.g., 'cut and paste' nonsense....I recognize that you've thrown in the towel.


And a dirty towel it is!


"...even those of is (sic) who work in a sewer..."
If only you had the gift of irony!
The sewer allusion puts you not only where you belong, but it is actually as low as one can go.

I now have new found respect for Freud's concept of the subconscious.
 

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