What Do You Grok From This?

I don’t link often enough to Sarah. Well-written blog, sensible gal, and someone who could use a prayer or two just now for what might be a child in the womb she’d do anything to bear. And a wee thought for her husband who is in the midst of his SERE travail. “…think I’ll eat some worms…”

Meanwhile, she notes this. Very interesting, indeed. Idling, they say…something to keep in mind, though. Where they’re at, how many, and whose…


Ah, an interesting feint. The American Constitution And Capitalism Defense Front.
It’s quite a title and somewhat meshes with what V-man was writing about recently. I suspect Pat is right that the conservative side of things was watered down over the years.

I’ll be keeping an eye on that…just bear in mind that the Constitution isn’t a delivery system for rights but rather a sort of limitation thereof. Take care when using it as a basis for declaring your freedom…

Patriot Act

An interesting turn of events

“His contention is that as an active member of the U.S. military, he is required to follow orders from a sitting president, and he needs – on pain of court-martial – to know that Obama is eligible. “

Well, now…isn’t that an act of patriotism?

“”Until Mr. Obama releases a ‘vault copy’ of his original birth certificate for public review, I will consider him neither my Commander in Chief nor my President, but rather, a usurper to the Office – an impostor,” his statement said. “

I like that – Usurper. I think that may be a good moniker for the One.

The Third

In one of those strange little coincidences, I noted that Patton was coming on and, while it would not be the full length version, I still told Tivo to fetch it.

I cannot explain why that movie and his story is so evocative for me. I saw it once when I was rather a punk. I believe it was a piece of the puzzle that moved me on from that place in my life to something more…tolerable.

Everyone knows, of course, that amazing footage of George C. Scott in front of the giant flag…but the story is here. And the speech in all its unexpurgated glory. Read what the directors chose to leave out. I think this bit will stay with me a time…

“We’ll win this war, but we’ll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans that we’ve got more guts than they have; or ever will have. We’re not going to just shoot the sons-of-bitches, we’re going to rip out their living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We’re going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket. War is a bloody, killing business. You’ve got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours. Rip them up the belly. Shoot them in the guts. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt off your face and realize that instead of dirt it’s the blood and guts of what once was your best friend beside you, you’ll know what to do!”

You’ll know what to do.

I do hope so…