The cries of battle are all around for those with ears to hear, and Generals all over, Political, Military and Prelate are showing unfit for service. Would there were some battlefield casualties thinning out their gaudy, fat-cat ranks; perhaps some divinely guided spears if lucky lances are too few; field promotions would see us all better off.
Men of steel are needed. Men of heart and Soul. Warriors. Men who are prepared to straddle the boundary of the World and have at least one foot claiming a place in Heaven.
And if they are not found?
Then the rabid horde will swamp the land like a crimson tide.
Old men weep at the lack of courage of those 'in-charge'. The Presidents and Prime Ministers, aye and even Popes, who blindly and mutely ignore the chaos caused by their desire to 'be someone' in the World and close their eyes to the Malevolence let in through the back doors.
Give me Good men. An army of Good men of all ranks and stature. Men who will stand fast and Hold the Line. Men of good judgement, courage, sound vision, firm committment. But when the Commander refuses to judge men (and women) and situations, battles are easily lost.
The Oz Prime Minister just past was a man who thought only of himself. When push came to shove there was no-one to hold his line for him. The lucky spear took him. But the next general in line is cut from similar fabric. A cheesecloth, made in Paris and imported at great cost. We lack a Politician who can lead.
The Oz military Generals paint their fingernails: the ex PM appointed a woman as Defence Minister, one who has never held a sword, or a rifle. The new broom PM makes her Furrin' Minister. Not for God's sake, I can tell you.
A new Pope came to the Church's highest office to much acclaim and Hope: a 'pastoralist', a 'man of the People'. He sits in his tents with a chalice of (unconsecrated) wine and his broom's bristles are worn out. The broom was of poor quality from the start. The only bristles he raises are on the back of the necks of an incredulous congregation.
The British PM, a woman supposedly equipped with nurturance and empathy, conspires against the Will of the People wishing to have their sovereignty back, while she, childless and barren, sends hard earned working men's monies to kill babies in other parts of the world as well as in the UK.
History teaches us what happens when we forget what we are about. When we abandon our very homelands and traditions, our Beliefs and hard-won rights and privileges, along with our dignity and integrity, our very Humanity, when we simply let others direct our lives.
along with conspirators and incompetents.
Here in the Tavern are the common men who form the line. Some are grumpy old men, akin to the Tavern Keeper. Crusty and grumbling.
They do not aspire to General rank, but nevertheless bear the brunt of the melee. Few are swordsmen. Few have held a lance.
They suffer the slings and the arrows and the blunt insults to life and dignity. The 'small' everyday stuff whenever they pass through the gates on the way home, hurled by the stupid and the vain, the liars and the fools.
These people need to form up, sharpen their weapons and get ready to swoop down on the hun.
They must learn to fight.
YOU need to, too.
Harry Reynolds was having a fine dudgeon:
Political Correctness is an affliction on the world.
In my dotage, slipping into dementia, soon to be wandering around in the halls of a nursing home, naked (not a pleasant sight), there is comfort in being cranky, and perpetually in that state of mind.
Older than Zeus and independent natured, as a result, I am not hesitant to attack “Political Correctness.” It is an affliction antipathetic to free speech; essentially a way to censor it. PC should be assaulted, not embraced.
It is human nature to attempt to shut people up with whom we disagree. Carried to its extreme, you find dictatorship. As an example, we have to look no further than Russian President Vladimir Putin.
Putin critics have a way of ending up dead. You might be pushed off a balcony in Moscow, poisoned in London; or end up dying in a hospital bed, thanks to a healthy dose of radiation. Russian assassins are very good at killing.One has news brought via cleft stick that Hilary Clinton could teach Putin much about getting rid of inconvenient voices. But, Harry has his hobby horse.
People are inclined by human nature to attempt to muzzle others. No one likes to be criticized; and some people seek a way around one of the fundamental guarantees provided in the U.S, Constitution - the First Amendment.
As a fervent believer in free speech, and an aversion to busybodies, PC be damned.
So here, we are – in the land of PC. In this case, the focus being on one, specific attempt to impose Political Correctness in regard to the use of BC and AD.
Who came up with the ridiculous idea of changing BC (before Christ) and AD (Anno Domini -- Latin for "The Year of our Lord") to BCE and CE?
PC fail: AD and CE are both based on the life of Christ
The answer, brief and blunt: an idiot.
Some guy - a gut full of righteous indignation - sitting in his office at some university, contemptuous of Christianity (any religion for that matter).
Do not take this as an attempt on my part to paint universities as full of nutty professors. I am not. Sanity generally rules in our nation’s colleges and universities.An optimist to the last. I can't always agree with my customers.
In any case, the malignancy spread like wildfire, and legions of Americans were easily persuaded to agree with things they do not agree with. You know the type; they say something; observe that you disagree, and retreat.
There is no denial from the advocates of this ill-considered action. There is hilarity to be found in the fact BCE and CE mean the same thing: They mark history in the dates of the birth and death of Jesus.
Political Correctness is not only an end-run around free speech, such as in the case with BC and AD. Increasingly, it has evolved into a subtle attack on, among others things, Christmas. Not directly, mind you, but a chipping away at edges.
The corporate world, terrified by the prospect of offending some customers, instead hawks “Happy Holidays!” as a substitute for “Merry Christmas!”
Compared to the American Atheist Society, the bending of the business world is mild. Atheists, so determined to wipe the Christian religion from the earth, spend lavishly on its relentless campaign to kill the holiday.
Who needs a Grinch when we have atheists raving and plastering posters on buses and billboards bashing you-know-what?
On one occasion, a guy said something innocuous; stopped, looked at me and said, “I hope this is Politically Correct.” Showing great restraint, I did not murder him on the spot.Yep, a sword is needed. Or a spear. The same sort of useless people say that there are too many people in the world. The population is 'Unsustainable'. I know how to thin out their ranks !
Get in the Line, Harry. Stay with me.
Brian Lee sounded off too. About ludicrous happenings on Oz. Brian describes himself: A Grumpy man rants about cases of lunatic political correctness.
Some irritating cases of lunatic political correctness in AustraliaHave you heard the latest? Some council, somewhere in Australia, is removing the wire fencing around council playgrounds just in case children playing there feel trapped and encaged!
I would guess it would have only been a few years ago they insisted on putting up the self-same fences to keep vandals and other undesirables out!
Form the line Brian.I really don’t know why I get so wound up about stories like this, after all it is just another case of lunatic political correctness that we have to put up with these days, but it does get me a little mad myself.
Another recent politically correct move is the drive to delete sexual references completely from university campuses, so any notices, posters, letters or signs can’t refer to ‘him’ or ‘her’, ‘he’ or ‘she’, etc.
They apparently will only be able to use the words ‘them’ or ‘they’ or other suchlike non-sexual pronouns. The people insisting on this are supposed to be our most intelligent, clever, forward-thinking young individuals, the people who are going to lead us into our bright new future.
God help us is all I can say!Worse still, this silliness is taking root and growing everywhere, from its early start in feminism, when, amongst other things, a woman I knew at that time, insisted I should not call her ‘luv’ (you’ll notice the spelling, that’s important), because it was sexist. I tried to point out to her that the word, spelled as I’ve indicated, had nothing to do with sexual relationships nor did it indicate that I had fallen for her, in which case I might have used the spelling ‘love’ instead.
It was, I tried to say, merely a friendly form of address to someone you might not know the name of or who was familiar to you and was (usually), a woman. It carried precisely the same sexual meaning as the term I use to speak to a bloke — ‘mate’! This doesn’t mean I want to have sex with him or give him my children, it was, and still is merely a friendly term of communication.
You’d hardly find a person in England, male or female, who doesn’t use the term ‘luv’, but this politically correct lady was deeply offended. As I have said, it’s a great pity she and the other people like her, can’t grow up and find something more useful to occupy their minds.I agree there are some rules created by these people that do have some worth, like cycle helmets and car seat belts, but the good ideas seem to be in a tiny minority when compared to the
irritating and silly ones that bear little contact to reality.
Like the student who, a recently demanded that any reference to men should be removed from the English language — she thought the words containing ‘man’ or ‘men’ was offensive to all women, wherever it was used and for whatever purpose, which naturally made me wonder what she would do with such words as ‘human’, ‘menstrual’, ‘manager’, ‘hymen’, or ‘manufacture’, to name but a very tiny proportion of words containing those three offensive letters!
That student, 20 years old going on 14, was likely deep into History, learning from way back 30 years ago when the world's great movers were Germaine Greer and some assorted American harpies.
Many of our young are in the hands of wreckers: marxists, paedophiles, pseudo-academics well versed in all that is contrary to our civilisation.
Hmmmm. Any guesses to an answer?The trouble, and the worry, as far as I am concerned, is why and how did these people get into a position where they can impose all this stupidity on us?
There was a time, not so long ago, when Aussies (is that offensive to these people?), of either sex were bright, reliant, strong and cheerful; they were capable of handling almost any situation of their own and they never griped about it — in fact the Aussie personality was the envy of the world.
They too need to join the line.For instance, English soldiers used to gulp at some of the things Australian soldiers were quite happy to say to their superior officers, should it be called for, but now there is a breed of ‘namby-pamby’ young people coming along, who couldn’t change a light bulb, let alone repair a car engine or help a cow give birth to a calf, but that are very quick to complain if things aren’t laid on for them, exactly as they require!I’m afraid space does not permit me the luxury of delving deeper into this very interesting, if irritating subject, but thank goodness there are still youngsters in this country who do know the score and can look after themselves and others less fortunate than themselves — I pray nothing will happen to destroy that very necessary breed of individual!
They speak of the 'small stuff'. The stuff that is chipping away at our freedom and our civilisation.
There is larger stuff.
The small stuff is already eating away at resolve. Weakening us.
The large stuff is destroying our civilisation. It is letting in the most evil force imaginable. There are powerful people 'In Charge' who are deliberate.
So what can you do?
Form the Line.
Hold the Line.
Stay with Him. The One above.
Have one foot in the next life.
Oh, and have a drink.