Black XIV: "Where's Yer Shame, Lib-uh-rulls?!!"

The MudCave ^ | 25 January 2003 | Mudboy Slim

[FBD]

LOL ME TOO.

Aaaarrrgghhhh...

Ugly, horsey face hag alert!!!
Susan Estrich on Fox Snews now.
FBD-- stepping back from TV screen...

[Mudboy Slim]

"Susan Estrich on Fox Snews now."

Thanks fer the warning...I had just turned the station from FNC to Nickolodean a coupla minutes ago...that was waaaay too close fer comfort...MUD

[Mudboy Slim]

"Here is what I got from Uncle George:

My most vivid memory associated with the American flag flashes back to Korea and a gray, clammy day in early August 1953. The Korean War had come to an end a week earlier, on July 27 at precisely 10 p.m. I remember lying in a rice paddy and suddenly experiencing the thunderous, deafening silence of peace. The Chinese and North Koreans, surely as joyful as I, were singing and raising their flags less than two hundred yards away from where my platoon sergeant and I sat smoking celebratory cigars.

A military spotlight, affectionately referred to as "Moonbeam Charlie," played along the valley floor and crept up the scarred hills, catching the Chinese and North Koreans in spirited dancing around their outpost flagpole. Their flags seemed to mean something to them, and at that time, I wasn't sure what my flag meant to me.

But that changed dramatically a week later, when I was a part of a contingent sent to represent my regiment at "Freedom Village."

"Operation Big Switch" was on. Our prisoners of war were to be returned to American hands, as the Chinese and North Koreans were to be returned to their people. Through the dim half-light of fading memory, I recollect that Freedom Village was in a scooped-out hollow with hills brooding over it from four sides. A few dwellings leaned into the village amid taut canvas hospital tents.

We representatives of the United Nations stood at attention as ambulances and beat-up buses arrived from the north. The UN, American and Korean flags hung limply in the humid August air. Photographers, Army and civilian alike, scurried about for good vantage points.

The Chinese and North Koreans were the first to cross over "Freedom Bridge." They were surly, healthy looking and well fed. Some carried signs decrying capitalism. Members of a Republic of Korea regiment scowled, and one of them sent a spray of saliva in his former opponent's direction. The exchange had a tone of tense and bitter antagonism, and as young as I was, I wondered how long the newly inked truce would last.

When the remaining Chinese and North Koreans had been herded off to their own vehicles, the UN prisoners were ushered from the trucks and buses and sent across the bridge to our side. The UN Honor Guard, combat veterans and observers gasped when they saw the condition of their returning comrades, who struggled, hobbled and staggered, gaunt and emaciated, toward friendly faces.

One after another they came. The next one was in worse condition than the one before. Long lines of dull-eyed soldiers of the "Forgotten War" inched their way to freedom, and out of their number, a gray-faced stick figure of a boy-turned-old-man dragged himself along the bridge. His bony arms were held out like a sleepwalker. He staggered and swayed, and one time fell into the wooden railing. Every eye in that village was suddenly trained on that one figure. Even those on the northern side watched the gallant physical effort of the wasted soldier.

Each tried, inwardly, to help, to urge him on, until finally, when he lurched forward, an MP major, a giant of a man, came up to help. The soldier waved him off with his skeleton hands and arms.

Looking around at the grim faces, he caught sight of the three color bearers and shuffled toward them. When he reached the American flag bearer, he knelt on trembling knees before the flag as though it were an altar. He reached up and tugged at the flag. The color bearer, either by instinct or by some infinite wisdom, lowered the flag, and the solider covered his face with it, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.

Other than the clicks of cameras, the village was cemetery-silent. Tears streamed from all of us. Cotton replaced saliva in our throats. After several moments, the stillness was broken by the sound of the heavy boots of the MP major, who came crunching across the gravel, his cheeks moist and glistening. He bent down and tenderly scooped the soldier up in his muscular arms and carried him off to a waiting ambulance, much as a father would carry a baby.

There wasn't a dry eye in that silent village, thousands of miles away from Main Street, USA."

Thanks U. George and S. Bunny...MUD


61 posted on 12/04/2001 4:06 PM EST by Mudboy Slim

[jla]

What didja decide about swinging by, BTW?!

I'm gonna get a little organized here, then go wash the Renegade that has had to endure thru this inclement weather. Then I'll swing by.

BTW...Farmer's Almanac says we're to have a 3-4 day blizzard in the middle of this month, and the temp. won't go above freezing for several days.

[Mudboy Slim]

I've never hated anybody, fred, I Just LOVE JUSTICE!! Sorry you don't...MUD

[Mudboy Slim]

BTW..."Where's Yer Shame, Lib-uh-Rulls?!!"
(To be sung to Lynyrd Skynyrd's "What's Your Name?")


Folks, It's Time To ROCK, RATS're noisey, I should know!!
We'll be yer FReedomWriters...
Dubyuh, lead US to the show
Right done made some plans for movin' US to the Right!!
So, find a Lib'ral dweeb
And I know Y'ALL Can Teach Her Right!!


(Chorus)
Where's yer shame, Lib-uh-rulls?!!
Where's RATS' shame?!!
Children you ain't, little girl!!
Won't you act yer age?!!


Left Can Go to HELL!!
Lord, DemRATS are a mess!!
It seems that one of Slick's crew...
Hadta go and hadta CONFESS, oh yes!!
Well, the police said, "Slick Can't Rape Anymore!!"
What a shame
Won't you come and FReep, World...
And meet Ol' MUD the ClintonBane!!p>

Where's yer shame, Fascist Whore'd?!
Where's yer shame?!
Shootin' you straight, little girl?
Left's Hands're Bloody-Stained!!


(Chorus)
Why Must YOU Rape, WillieBoy?!
Why d'ya RAPE?!
Whuppin' you straight, SlickWillie...
Yer Just Mudboy's Game!!!


(Guitar Jammin')


(Chorus)
Where's yer SHAME, Lib'uh-rulls?
Fer Viet Nam?!!
Lib'rals are FREAKS, don'tcha know?!
Voters, don't be lame!!


Gonna ROCK the NextAge...
Right, Git Ready to ROLL!!
We got Sick Tyrant Thugs to SMITE...
To do one more show, oh no
Gonna git Slick a PrisonHome...
Won't that be grand?!
When I come parole each year
We're Gonna FReep Slick Again...and AGAIN!!


POWER is RATS' Aim, Lib-uh-rulls...
Left, Show Shame!!
Confessin' is GREAT, mindless WHORE'd...
Ignorance ain't no shame!!!
Just Show Yer Shamed...by the Left!!
Show Yer Shame!!
Socialists HATE...LIBERTY!!
Don't YOU Join RATS' Shame!!

Quite Sincerely...MUD

[Mudboy Slim]

"I don't have to like Bush to love America"

Fair 'nuff, OregonFRed, I'll grant you that. However, anybody who hasn't come to the realization that William Jefferson Blythe Clinton is THE MOST CORRUPT and INCOMPETENT POTUS this Nation has ever been forced to endure, well, they're just an IGNORANT RAT-Dolts and a pimple on the greatness that is AMERICA!!

Don't YOU agree, FRed?!

MUD

[FBD]

Hey guys,

Sorry to hear about the cold, nasty weather back east. It's 60 degrees, and sunny here...heh,heh.

For some amusement, check out this piece of wallpaper that FBD posted (#665) a while back. F/18 on the flight deck catapult...you can actually scroll your way around the flight deck....Apologies to Grampa Dave for bogging down his comment search! ;^)

11:25 here on left coast, and FBD is grabbing his kayak, going to go practice his roll. (Getting a little fat around the middle.) Call the Coast Guard, if you don't hear from me by tomorrow! ;^D

[goldilucky]

Thanks! Steppenwolf it is.

Why don't you tell your dreams to me?, fantasy will set you free.

Um, my dreams are never fantasies. They are premonitions that I've had since I was a little kid.

[goldilucky]

Yes, I love Jazz and R&B, but I'm very selective when it comes to rock music. I appreciate originality.

[Mudboy Slim]

"...you equate those song lyrics with justice."

Shore 'nuff DO, WillardBreath...MUD

[goldilucky]

What relation?

[Mudboy Slim]

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I've got me an Truly IGNORANT DOLT on the Black threads, y'all...thought I'd scared all them off...LOL!! You want evidence, FRED?! You want the TRUTH?!! YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH, ClintonLover!!

Love and Peace...MUD

[Mudboy Slim]

LOL...goldilucky...LuckyU...any relation?!

FReegards...MUD

BTW..."Could not find anybody named 'LuckyU'"

[Mudboy Slim]

"I appreciate originality."

Good to hear, my FRiend...MUD

[jla]

(I don't have to like Bush to love America)

No, but it'd be a bit more convincing than posting lyrics from two Leftists.

Peace......thru strength.