Respect for that writing Mr. Unknown.
The commissars and other assorted busybodies don’t KNOW how to leave people alone.
Ping.
Defiance
THE WRATH OF THE AWAKENED SAXON
by Rudyard Kipling
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.
Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.
the left believe they will take over if they can collapse the country. they believe this because they have a plan.
everyone has a plan... until they get punched in the mouth.
they aren’t ready for what’ll come next
The men who want to be left alone know who the Left is. RINO’s too.
Beyond anger lies fury, the heedless ungovernable rage of the berserker, and beyond that again, a long, long step beyond the boundary of madness, lies the region of cold and utterly uncaring indifference. When a man enters that region, as few ever do, he is no longer himself, he is a man beside himself, a man without all his normal codes and standards of feeling and thought and emotions, a man for whom words like fear and danger and suffering and exhaustion are words that belong to another world and whose meaning he can no longer comprehend. It is a state characterized by an abnormally heightened clarity of mind, by a hyper-sensitive perception of where danger lies, by a total and unhuman disregard for that danger. It is, above all, a state characterised by an utter implacability.
-- Alistair MacLean, South By Java Head page 234
When the Implacable Men come calling, it is long past too late.
I suspect even folks who just want to be left alone will tolerate anything as long as they can continue to be fattest, most passively entertained and comfortable in history as it happens to them.
Our poorest people are the most likely to be obese, unprecedented in all of history. Seems like not enough is made of this. I think we are much closer to something like Brave New World than 1984.
Freegards
Thank you for the reminder ...
Eighty years ago today, the Japanese began to learn that lesson.
Uncle Sam is mild, as peaceful as a child,
But never get him riled, or you will rue it.
So now they want to fight; well, they've bit off quite a bite,
And Uncle Sam is going to make them chew it.
Just say when.
This goes along with the theme I’ve said for years
one, that theme has been in my tagline for years
and two, the oher i’ve used for years, and that is, the other side cannot handle you making different choices than they do, and they simply will not leave you alone to live in peace (peaceable difference/disagreement)
Me...
...and you.
I feel like The Man Who Wants to be Left Alone
when I see a post from NextRush or any of our “Messianic Jews.”
I’d enjoy taking up arms with HumbleGunner, though.
He wouldn’t even have to kill the enemy, he’d just piss ‘em off so much they’d surrender in frustration.
Hangin’ with Laz on perimeter watch...
Going over the top with Travis McGee...
I’d fight with any of y’all actually.
We gotta stop typing sometime...
“I’m a man with a rule: people leave me alone, I leave them alone. If they don’t, I don’t”
Jack Reacher
I was related to and knew two men, who fit this description:
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. They try, so very hard, to mind their own business and provide for themselves and those they love. They resist every impulse to fight back, knowing the forced and permanent change of life that will come from it. They know that the moment they fight back, their lives as they have lived them, are over.”
One was a uncle and brother of my mother and 3 other sisters. He volunteered for active duty the week after Pearl was attacked. He gave up an opportunity to play pro tennis and joined the First Cav and fought the Japanese throughout the Pacific. He suffered from what we now call PTSD for a couple decades after WWII.
He finally was able to discuss some of what he lived with some of us, re what he did in WWII with a few of his nephews when we started to serve our military duty.
The other was a younger first cousin of my Dad, and he was like a younger brother to my Dad. He fought the Germans in Africa, the Italians in Italy and ended up with a metal plate in his skull in the Battle of the Bulge.
He was a blacksmith and a 6 pack of beer at the end of his work day helped him to tell us what happened.