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Such was the day for our regiment
Dread the revenge we will take.
Dearly we paid for the blunder
A drawing-room Generals mistake.
Why werent we told of the trenches?
Why werent we told of the wire?
Why were we marched up in column,
May Tommy Atkins inquire....
As in America, the rednecks built it. Then the freeloaders got envious and want to take it all away.
Adversity employs great talents; prosperity renders them useless and carries the inept, the corrupted wealthy and the wicked to the top
May they bear in mind that virtue often contains the seeds of tyranny
May they bear in mind that it is neither gold nor even a multitude of arms that sustains a state but its morals
May each of them keep in his house, in a corner of this field, next to his workbench, next to his plow, his gun, his sword, and his bayonet
May they all be soldiers
May they bear in mind that in circumstances where deliberation is possible, the advice of old men is good but that in moments of crisis youth is generally better informed that its elders
Denis Diderot
Apostrophe to the Insurgents, 1782
When freedom shivers in the path of true peril it is always the patriots who first hear the call. When loss of liberty is looming as it is now the siren sounds first in the hearts of freedoms vanguard the smoke in the air of our Concord Bridges and Pearl Harbors is always smelled first by the farmers. Who come from their simple homes to find the fire and fight, because they know that sacred stuff resides in that wooden stock and blued steel.
Something that gives the most common man the most uncommon of freedoms. When ordinary hands can possess such and extraordinary instrument that symbolizes the full measure of human dignity and liberty.
That is why those 5 words issue an irresistible call with all and we must. So as we set out this year to defeat the divisive forces that would take freedom away, I want to say those fighting words, for everyone within the sound of my voice, to hear and to head, and especially for you Mr. Gore "From my Cold Dead Hands".
Charlton Heston (addressing the 2000 NRA Convention)
It really ain’t the place nor time
To reel off rhyming diction -
But yet we’ll write a final rhyme
Whilst waiting cru-ci-fixion!
No matter what “end” they decide -
Quick-lime or “b’iling ile,” sir?
We’ll do our best when crucified
To finish off in style, sir!
But we bequeath a parting tip
For sound advice of such men,
Who come across in transport ship
To polish off the Dutchmen!
If you encounter any Boers
You really must not loot ‘em!
And if you wish to leave these shores,
For pity’s sake, DON’T SHOOT ‘EM!!
-Harry (”Breaker”) Morant
BTW, Boer-owned Mauser rifles from the Boer war are very collectible today. They can be identified by serial number blocks of guns shipped to the Boers from the Mauser factory.
Perhaps a suitable campfire song for the next gathering on the ridge, eh?
The Afrikaners will soon be wiped out in South Africa.
Found the tune on iTunes as well ... Bought it. Thanks !
Stay safe !
The farmer is an independent man of many parts; he is living proof of the competence of humans to command their own lives.
As such, he is the first and principal enemy of the modern grasping State.
The Russian kulaks, the Chinese “landlords”; all died in their tens of millions that the State might flourish. The surviving boers stand alone in South Africa.
There aren’t many farmers left in North America...