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Obama’s New Politics of “Change”

Does this sound like a politician who is bringing “change” to American politics?

[The YouTube Link is HERE]

Hmmm, sounds like the same type of lying, distorting, taking-things-out-of-context-and-smearing-one’s-opponent politics that we have dealt with for years.

But I thought Barack Obamessiah was a new kind of politician who was going to bring CHANGE! and HOPE! and LEADERSHIP! Hmm, if the man can do nothing, but talk about how much he feels America sucks and refuses to say *anything* good about the best country in the world, then I don’t see how that has anything to do with HOPE! or CHANGE!

Of course, we have seen his type before. Only now, apparently because he is half-Black and somehow spins the shit coming out of his mouth into gold, there are millions of dolts all across the country shouting “HOPE! CHANGE! OH! BAH! MA!”


My only hope is that these dolts will do the same thing they have done for years: sit on their lazy, woe-is-me-I’m-a-poor-oppressed-victim-of-the-rich asses and not bother to vote in November. Something tells me that if they are too damn lazy to pull themselves up by their bootstraps and take advantage of all their opportunities in this country to get a job and make a successful life for themselves, they are going to also be too damn lazy to bother to stand in line and vote.

Granted, who knows… These people seem to be in some kind of dufus trance over this guy, ignoring every corrupt, hypocritical, racist, elitist and Marxist thing associated with him, that maybe come election day in November, we’ll be seeing a bunch of idiots walking down the street like Night of the Living Dead chanting “hope… change… Oh-baaaaaaaaah-ma”. Hmmm, maybe they will call it, million moron march or something.

Again… OY.

April 19, 2008 , 6:32PM Posted by | 2008 Presidential Election, Barack Obama, Economy, Liberalism, Marxism | Comments Off on Obama’s New Politics of “Change”

Reason Number 5,254 Why I Read and Promote Military Blogs

Outstanding, deep pieces such as these two from GRIM (who posts regularly at his site GRIM’s Hall and at Blackfive) and Cassandra at Mudville Gazette’s Milblogs:

GRIM: Chivalry and Women

Two citations today, to inform our recent discussion. The first one is from the invaluable book The Archaelogy of Weapons: Arms and Armor from Prehistory to the Age of Chivalry by Ewart Oakeshott. The quote is from pp 186-7.

The inevitable development of what we might call the official knightly attitude towards women began to take hold in the middle of the twelfth century. It was given impetus by the poets of southern France, particularly after Eleanor of Aquitaine (one of the most glamorous women of the Middle Ages, who later married Henry II of England and became the mother of Richard Lion-Heart and John) came from Provence to Paris to become for a while the Queen of Louis VII of France. The mingling of the tongues of “oc” and “oui” in overseas expeditions strengthened it.

[“Oc” and “oui” here refers to two major dialects of Middle French, in which the word for “yes” was pronounced one of two different ways. This was not the only difference, of course, just the one chosen as an easy symbol. In Ivanhoe, Richard the Lionheart offers to sing “a ‘sirvente’ in the language of ‘oc,’ or a ‘lai’ in the language of ‘oui,'” but ends up singing a ballad in the English at the request of the Holy Clerk of Copmanhurst, that is, Friar Tuck. -Grim]

Henceforth the influence of women dominates chivalry, and religion and feudal loyalty take second place. Only war, a glorious and exciting pastime and a stimulating way of winning wealth, kept its high place as a gentleman’s most cherished occupation; but the influence of love as the mainspring of warlike aspiration gave a much lighter rhythm to it, and to literature and life itself. Poets sing now only of their ladies’ perfections, crave their pity and strive to merit their grace. The knight fights as hard as he ever did (he was not to be deprived of his business or his fun) but it is to win his lady’s favors, and the word amoureux comes to mean more than it does today, for it covers the entire range of knightly virtue. The idea has prevailed that:

Hee never were a good werryoure
That cowde not love aryghte

“He who loves not is but half a man” and “pour l’amour des dames devient li vilains courtois.”

The “influence of women” which “dominates” chivalry is not an oppressive influence. It liberated women and gave them a powerful voice in society, without either demeaning men or making them resentful of feminine power. Just the opposite: It is one embraced cheerfully by men of the sort who can tame horses and ride them to war.

Unlike the culture war sparked by the feminists of today, the situation provoked by Eleanor’s court was a genuine improvement of the relationship between men and women — one that, from the distance of the twelfth century, still inspires us, and seems almost to glow across the ages. It may mark the high point of the relations between the sexes in all human history.

GRIM concludes:

You will, I hope, have gathered from what I have said about this Rock “Women,” that it has dangers for the woman as well as for the man. But it has also its very bright side if you only manoeuvre your canoe aright.

The paddle to use for this job is CHIVALRY.

Most of the points which I have suggested as being part of the right path are comprised under chivalry.

The knights of old were bound by their oath to be chivalrous, that is to be protective and helpful to women and children. This means on the part of the man a deep respect and tender sympathy for them, coupled with a manly strength of mind and strength of body with which to stand up for them against scandal, cruelty or ridicule, and even, on occasion, to help them against their own failings.

A man without chivalry is no man.

I would strongly suggest that “sexism” is a false star. Navigating by it leads us into errors and anger with one another that are needless and pointless. What is wanted is equality of opportunity, but not that men and women should be treated as if they were exactly the same: no one wants that, not the most sincere feminist, who at least believes that women have something special to offer. As indeed they have!

Women should always be treated with chivalry, with “deep respect and tender sympathy.” Equality of opportunity aside, women and men are not the same — it is good that a man should understand how they are different, and take pains to make women feel welcome and valued. He should showcase his valor in the way of the knights and poets of old: so that, in him, the entire range of knightly virtue is expressed through love.

Indeed. Amen to that.

Cassandra: A Suspension of Contempt

“Duty is the sublimest word in our language. Do your duty in all things. You cannot do more; you should never wish to do less.”
-Robert E. Lee

I woke this morning knowing I could no longer put this off. For well over a year a feeling has been building inside of me, but until now I could see no useful purpose in naming the thing I see everywhere I look these days.

There is an ancient superstition which whispers that to name a thing gives it power. I think part of the rationalization for this idea lies in the notion that so long as certain things remain partially hidden, never quite seen in their entirety, decent people are still ashamed to acknowledge them in the harsh light of day.

My father was a Navy man. So, too, was my father in law. Both served full careers and retired as Captains. Destroyer men, they were. Both served in Vietnam. My Uncle Mel was a Marine in WWII, my Grandfather served in the Army. I have ancestors who served all the way back to the Civil (both sides) and Revolutionary wars. So although marrying a military man formed no part of my plans as a young girl, when my husband informed me he had signed up for Marine Officer ROTC, what could I do? I had already said, “I do”. I loved my husband, and I love my country. Both deserve my support, and not just when that support is easy and convenient.

A promise is a promise. I was in for the duration, either way.

The ironic thing was that during my formative years I’d watched my mother (with much love and admiration) struggle with yearly moves, sea duty, and the loneliness and worry that come with being a Navy wife. Consequently, I swore I would never marry a Navy man. No worries. It seemed Fate had a far crueler destiny in mind for me. I would go through life handcuffed to a chicken on a beach ball.

My mind drifts back to this often now when I read the media’s heart rending accounts of young Army officers “forced” to leave the service so their brides can attend college [sniff!]. This is -alas! – the only way they and their families can have a “normal” life. I wonder, as I read, what is normal like? Was my life ever normal? Would I trade one precious second of the profoundly un-normal last three decades for that more tranquil existence, for more money, for the dreamy McMansions we keep looking at, the ones with brick all the way around the house instead of just on the front facade? The ones with all the trimmings I can think up – and I can think up a lot, trust me on that one.

I can imagine a lot of tranquility, too. But are these things: college, jobs, material possessions, what make up the good life? Or is it the friends – the connections – we gather along the way that truly matter, even if they tend to make our lives a bit hectic and messy? [ … ]

Be sure to read her entire post as she ponders this question. Very thought-provoking and she takes a shot at some military spouses that should interest some.

This is just a sampling of some of the amazing contributions the military community and military bloggers provide in my everyday life and, of course, in the everyday lives of their other readers and friends/family/coworkers. I can’t express enough how much I have grown as a person and as a man, simply from reading military blogs. We have some amazing people in our United States Armed Forces who are much more than simply names, statistics, MOSs and medals and awards.

I hope you all take the time to check out the links I have provided (or see the MANY links to military blogs I have provided in my MILBLOGS banner above) and also pass them on to others. They come from all backgrounds, all MOSs, all branches of the military and from all different ranks and knowledge bases – from the grunts to the decorated, well-connected high ranking officers – and all different experience levels, current members and veterans of past wars and OIF and OEF. These ladies and gentlemen are truly an invaluable and priceless contribution to our culture and understanding and appreciation of our country, our military and our fellow man.

Please do make it a point to read at least one of their sites daily.

April 19, 2008 , 2:56PM Posted by | Honor, Military, Military Blogs | Comments Off on Reason Number 5,254 Why I Read and Promote Military Blogs

Good Old God-Loving Patriotism: US Army Serenades Pope Benedict

Via Ace of Spades, via The Wicked Pinto via Rush Limbaugh.

Link to YouTube Video HERE.

I don’t suspect this will be allowed under an Obama Administration. Too jingoistic for him and his America-hating buddies. Plus this is the kind of thing that we only cling to when we are bitter about the state of America. We all know that America under an Obama Administration will be utopia and there will be no need to cling to anything like God, Patriotism or guns out of bitterness. So enjoy the unabashed display and expression of patriotism now while this lasts.

April 19, 2008 , 1:56PM Posted by | Patriotism, Pope Benedict, US Army | Comments Off on Good Old God-Loving Patriotism: US Army Serenades Pope Benedict

April 19, 1775: …But if They Mean to Have a War, Let it Begin Here

Did you know that today is an American holiday? Apparently it is only observed in Massachusetts and Maine: Patriots Day.

Via Jules Crittenden’s milblog: April Morning

[Found via Gateway Pundit]

Patriots Day may be the least known American holiday, and the day most deserving of our recognition. Observed in Massachusetts and Maine only. Don’t know it? It marks the day, April 19, 1775, on which Americans took up arms against their king, and bled, at the crack of terrible dawn.

Mr. Crittenden adds accounts from the many involved in that historic day, including that of Paul Revere. Speaking of which, did you realize that yesterday was the anniversary of his famed ride warning of the landing of the British on April 18, 1775?

On Tuesday evening, the 18th, it was observed that a number of soldiers were marching towards the bottom of the Common. About 10 o’clock, Dr. Warren [Joseph Warren, one of the few Patriot leaders who had remained in Boston] sent in great haste for me and begged that I would immediately set off for Lexington, where Messrs. Hancock and Adams were, and acquaint them of the movement, and that it was thought they were the objects.

… went to the north part of the town, where I had kept a boat; two friends rowed me across Charles River, a little to the eastward where the man-of-war Somerset lay. It was then young flood, the ship was winding, and the moon was rising. They landed me on the Charlestown side. When I got into town, I met Colonel Conant and several others; they said they had seen our signals. I told them what was acting, and went to get me a horse; I got a horse of Deacon Larkin. While the horse was preparing, Richard Devens, Esq., who was one of the Committee of Safety, came to me and told me that he came down the road from Lexington after sundown that evening; that he met ten British officers, all well mounted, and armed, going up the road.

I set off upon a very good horse; it was then about eleven o’clock and very pleasant. After I had passed Charlestown Neck … I saw two men on horseback under a tree. When I got near them, I discovered they were British officers. One tried to get ahead of me, and the other to take me. I turned my horse very quick and galloped towards Charlestown Neck, and then pushed for the Medford Road. The one who chased me, endeavoring to cut me off, got into a clay pond near where Mr. Russell’s Tavern is now built. I got clear of him, and went through Medford, over the bridge and up to Menotomy. In Medford, I awaked the captain of the minute men; and after that, I alarmed almost every house, till got to Lexington. I found Messers Hancock and Adams at the Rev. Mr. Clark’s; I told them my errand and enquired for Mr. Daws; they said he had not been there; I related the story of the two officers, and supposed that he must have been stopped, as he ought to have been there before me.

After I had been there about half an hour, Mr. Daws came; we refreshed ourselves, and set off for Concord. We were overtaken by a young Dr. Prescott, whom we found to be a high Son of Liberty. I told them of the ten officers that Mr. Devens met, and that it was probable we might be stopped before we got to Concord; for I supposed that after night they divided themselves, and that two of them had fixed themselves in such passages as were most likely to stop any intelligence going to Concord. I likewise mentioned that we had better alarm all the inhabitants till we got to Concord. The young doctor much approved of it and said he would stop with either of us, for the people between that and Concord knew him and would give the more credit to what we said.

We had got nearly half way. Mr. Daws and the doctor stopped to alarm the people of a house. I was about one hundred rods ahead when I saw two men in nearly the same situation as those officers were near Charlestown. I called for the doctor and Mr. Daws to come up. In an instant I was surrounded by four. They had placed themselves in a straight road that inclined each way; they had taken down a pair of bars on the north side of the road, and two of them were under a tree in the pasture. The doctor being foremost, he came up and we tried to get past them; but they being armed with pistols and swords, they forced us into the pasture. The doctor jumped his horse over a low stone wall and got to Concord.

I observed a wood at a small distance and made for that. When I got there, out started six officers on horseback and ordered me to dismount. One of them, who appeared to have the command, examined me, where I came from and what my name was. I told him. He asked me if I was an express. I answered in the affirmative. He demanded what time I left Boston. I told him, and added that their troops had catched aground in passing the river, and that there would be five hundred Americans there in a short time, for I had alarmed the country all the way up. He immediately rode towards those who stopped us, when all five of them came down upon a full gallop. One of them, whom I afterwards found to be a Major Mitchel, of the 5th Regiment, clapped his pistol to my head, called me by name and told me he was going to ask me some questions, and if I did not give him true answers, he would blow my brains out. He then asked me similar questions to those above. He then ordered me to mount my horse, after searching me for arms. He then ordered them to advance and to lead me in front. When we got to the road, they turned down towards Lexington. When we had all got about one mile, the major rode up to the officer who was leading me and told him to give me to the sergeant. As soon as he took me, the major ordered him, if I attempted to run, or anybody insulted them, to blow my brains out.

We rode till we got near Lexington meeting-house, when the militia fired a volley of guns, which appeared to alarm them very much. The major inquired of me how far it was to Cambridge, and if there were any other road….[Revere then tells of his British escorts’ taking his horse and departing, and his walk back to Lexington in the dark.]

Came to the Rev. Mr. Clark’s house, where I found Messrs. Hancock and Adams. I told them of my treatment, and they concluded to go from that house towards Woburn….[After seeing the two Patriot leaders to safety, Revere chose to return to Lexington to help recover a trunk with Hancock’s confidential papers. There, at daybreak, he and his companion saw British troops moving into the town.]

We saw the British very near, upon a full march. We hurried towards Mr. Clark’s house. In our way we passed through the militia. There were about fifty. When we had got about one hundred yards from the meeting-house, the British troops appeared on both sides of the meeting-house….They made a short halt; when I saw, and heard, a gun fired, which appeared to be a pistol. Then I could distinguish two guns, and then a continual roar of musketry; when we made off with the trunk.

Be sure to visit Jules Crittenden’s post for many more interesting historical accounts of this amazing day of American – and world – history.

April 19, 2008 , 1:11PM Posted by | American History | Comments Off on April 19, 1775: …But if They Mean to Have a War, Let it Begin Here