Month: July 2005

Kipling, 1894

We’ve drunk to the Queen — God bless her! —
We’ve drunk to our mothers’ land;
We’ve drunk to our English brother,
(But he does not understand);
We’ve drunk to the wide creation,
And the Cross swings low for the mom,
Last toast, and of Obligation,
A health to the Native-born!

They change their skies above them,
But not their hearts that roam!
We learned from our wistful mothers
To call old England “home”;
We read of the English skylark,
Of the spring in the English lanes,
But we screamed with the painted lories
As we rode on the dusty plains!

They passed with their old-world legends —
Their tales of wrong and dearth —
Our fathers held by purchase,
But we by the right of birth;
Our heart’s where they rocked our cradle,
Our love where we spent our toil,
And our faith and our hope and our honour
We pledge to our native soil!

I charge you charge your glasses —
I charge you drink with me
To the men of the Four New Nations,
And the Islands of the Sea —
To the last least lump of coral
That none may stand outside,
And our own good pride shall teach us
To praise our comrade’s pride,

To the hush of the breathless morning
On the thin, tin, crackling roofs,
To the haze of the burned back-ranges
And the dust of the shoeless hoofs —
To the risk of a death by drowning,
To the risk of a death by drouth —
To the men ef a million acres,
To the Sons of the Golden South!

To the Sons of the Golden South (Stand up!),
And the life we live and know,
Let a felow sing o’ the little things he cares about,
If a fellow fights for the little things he cares about
With the weight o a single blow!

To the smoke of a hundred coasters,
To the sheep on a thousand hills,
To the sun that never blisters,
To the rain that never chills —
To the land of the waiting springtime,
To our five-meal, meat-fed men,
To the tall, deep-bosomed women,
And the children nine and ten!

And the children nine and ten (Stand up!),
And the life we live and know,
Let a fellow sing o’ the little things he cares about,
If a fellow fights for the little things he cares about
With the weight of a two-fold blow!

To the far-flung, fenceless prairie
Where the quick cloud-shadows trail,
To our neighbours’ barn in the offing
And the line of the new-cut rail;
To the plough in her league-long furrow
With the grey Lake’ gulls behind —
To the weight of a half-year’s winter
And the warm wet western wind!

To the home of the floods and thunder,
To her pale dry healing blue —
To the lift of the great Cape combers,
And the smell of the baked Karroo.
To the growl of the sluicing stamp-head —
To the reef and the water-gold,
To the last and the largest Empire,
To the map that is half unrolled!

To our dear dark foster-mothers,
To the heathen songs they sung —
To the heathen speech we babbled
Ere we came to the white man’s tongue.
To the cool of our deep verandah —
To the blaze of our jewelled main,
To the night, to the palms in the moonlight,
And the fire-fly in the cane!

To the hearth of Our People’s People —
To her well-ploughed windy sea,
To the hush of our dread high-altar
Where The Abbey makes us We.
To the grist of the slow-ground ages,
To the gain that is yours and mine —
To the Bank of the Open Credit,
To the Power-house of the Line!

We’ve drunk to the Queen — God bless her!
We’ve drunk to our mothers’land;
We’ve drunk to our English brother
(And we hope he’ll understand).
We’ve drunk as much as we’re able,
And the Cross swings low for the morn;
Last toast-and your foot on the table! —
A health to the Native-born!

A health to the Nativeborn (Stand up!),
We’re six white men arow,
All bound to sing o’ the Little things we care about,
All bound to fight for the Little things we care about
With the weight of a six-fold blow!
By the might of our Cable-tow (Take hands!),
From the Orkneys to the Horn
All round the world (and a Little loop to pull it by),
All round the world (and a Little strap to buckle it).
A health to the Native-born!

You may have seen some of these in emails that’ve been making the rounds.

He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, looked like one of the “bad guys”… and he ran.

According to a NYTimes report, Scotland Yard says the man shot Friday “…had nothing to do with the investigation into the bombing attacks…” there.

And they say more such shootings could occur.

Note to folks who look like the London bombers: when armed police tell you to stop and surrender, don’t run.

crossposted at Balanaced New Blog

UPDATE: According to a poster here, the Brazillian who was shot by the London police did originally enter the country legally (on a student visa), but overstayed his visa and had been working for several years as an electrician. So, as Jerry Pournelle put it in response,

“… it is Niven’s Law. If you are illegally entered in a country that is under terror attack, especially one run by Anglo-Normans who have historically been among the most warlike people ever known, be very careful to comply with instructions from the police.”

Yep. He knew he was an illegal alien. He had guilt written all over him as he ran. Summary: Capital punishment for stupidity.

One song Jean Fraud sKerry (AKA John F Kerry) won’t be singing…

Remember Blazing Saddles… Madeline Kahn singing “I’m Tired with that slightly off-key Sprechstimme style“? The lyrics include a refrain I wish Jean Fraud sKerry could learn to sing…

I’m tired,
Tired of playing the game
Ain’t it a crying shame
I’m so tired
God dammit I’m exhausted

Tired, tired of playing the game
Ain’t it a crying shame
I’m so tired

Where’s the beef, Johnnie? You’ve still not released your records to the public, and you’re asking for the White House to release ALL of Roberts’ records? Just shut up, Jean. Until you’re willing to keep your word and release the records you have promised to release, just crawl back into the hole you came from, pull the rock in over yourself and shut up!

See MaryHunter’s better post on this at TMH’s Bacon Bits, Cao’s take at Cao’s Blog, and these other fine blogs’ notes about Jean Fraud sKerry’s disgusting cowardice, lies and deceits:

Aaron’s cc
And Rightly So!
Atlas Shrugs
Balance Sheet
Cao’s Blog
Cathouse Chat
Christmas Ghost
Civil Issues
Conservative Friends
doubleplusgood infotainment
Doughnut Holes
Euphoric Reality
Flight Pundit
Fundamentally Right
Furry Press
GM’s Corner
Gribbit’s Word
House Of Wheels
i-imagery.com
Infinite Universe
International House of Conservatism
Jackson’s Junction
Jay Howard Smith
Kender’s Musings
Lifetrek
Moonbattery.com
My Vast Rightwing Conspiracy
NIF
PBSWatcher
Pirate’s Cove
Pooklekufr: The Kafir Constitutionalist
Power and Control
Private Radio
Progressive Conservatism
Ravings Of A Mad Tech
Republican Vet
Right in Philly
Rottweiler Puppy
Shades of Gray
Something…and Half of Something
Stop the ACLU
Tall Glass of Milk
The Babaganoosh
The Creative Conservative
The Dark Citadel
The Paragraph Farmer
The Pulpit Pounder
The Sunnyeside Of Life
Think About It
Third World County
TMH’s Bacon Bits
Uncle Jack
Villainous Company
Web-Nuts
What Attitude Problem?
Where’s Your Brain?
Word Park Blog

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“In Missouri, when fourth-grader Raymond Raines bowed his head in prayer before his lunch in the cafeteria of Waring Elementary School in St. Louis, his teacher allegedly ordered him out of his seat, in full view of other students present, and sent him to the principal’s office. After his third such prayer “offense,” little Raymond was segregated from his classmates, ridiculed for his religious beliefs, and given one week’s detention.”—WND, December 4, 2003

“There is simply no historical foundation for the proposition that the Framers intended to build the ‘wall of separation’ [between church and state].”—U.S. Supreme Court Chief Justice William Rehnquist

Update: fixed the typo in the title. Left all other errors untouched, of course. 🙂

A late submission for a recent Precision Guided Humor Assignment

I have done my bit to honour England and Saint George and it seems the Metropolitan Police are doing so too. On Friday they shot dead a brown chap on the underground. The police have now foolishly apologised for shooting the chap (who turned out to be a Brazilian peasant). What nonsense. He was wearing suspicious clothing; he looked brown and was running away from the police. He fits all of the criteria to be killed. What more do the terrorist loving left-wing scoundrels want? A bloody T-Shirt saying “I’m a Terrorist Please Kill Me”.

I don’t know why Carol Platt Liebau’s blog isn’t somewhere in the stratosphere–“Mortal Human” or at least “Playful Promate” range in the blogosphere…

This morning, on Meet the Press, Tim Russert noted as he interviewed Senator Dick Durbin (D-IL):

It’s interesting, because in your own political past, when you were a congressman in the House of Representatives in 1983, you believed that Roe vs. Wade was incorrectly decided. You filled out a questionnaire calling for a constitutional limit to ban all abortions. You wrote a constitute [sic] saying that “The right to an abortion is not guaranteed in the U.S. Constitution.”

Of course, this will make life very interesting if Dick Durbin tries to characterize any postulated pro-life views of John Roberts as “out of the mainstream” — because when Durbin was pro-life, that view was less mainstream than it is today.

In any case, anyone who slanders American soldiers the way Dick Durbin did has no business even pretending to know anything about “mainstream thought” in America. _*_

…and the SCOTUS (Supreme Communists of the United States) stirred a tiny (wee, bitsy, teen-eintsy) spark of the Founders fire in June when they said it was hunky-dory in their books for governments to take private property with just about any lame excuse they could dream up.

Alarmed by the prospect of local governments seizing homes and turning the property over to developers, lawmakers in at least half the states are rushing to blunt last month’s U.S. Supreme Court ruling expanding the power of eminent domain.

In Texas and California, legislators have proposed constitutional amendments to bar government from taking private property for economic development. Politicians in Alabama, South Dakota and Virginia likewise hope to curtail government’s ability to condemn land.

Even in states like Illinois — one of at least eight that already forbid eminent domain for economic development unless the purpose is to eliminate blight — lawmakers are proposing to make it even tougher to use the procedure. (See story here)

And see The Open Source Amendment Project‘s Restoring The Right To Ownership of Property Petition.

Hit ’em high and low… and let your state legislators and congresscritters know you’ll for for anyone else if they don’t put a cork in the land grab schemes of their fellow politicians. Gripe longly, loudly and often to as many people as you can about the ____ (fill in your own descriptive) politicians grabbing private property with the lamest of excuses.

And let said pols know you’re doing it.

Crossposted at Cathouse Chat.

Europe as we know it is slowly going out of business. Since French and Dutch voters rejected the proposed constitution of the European Union, we’ve heard countless theories as to why: the unreality of trying to forge 25 E.U. countries into a United States of Europe; fear of ceding excessive power to Brussels, the E.U. capital; and an irrational backlash against globalization. Whatever their truth, these theories miss a larger reality: Unless Europe reverses two trends — low birthrates and meager economic growth — it faces a bleak future of rising domestic discontent and falling global power. Actually, that future has already arrived.