In 200 years when they write the history books and the respective World Wars of the 20th century get their requisite one paragraph each all WWI will be remembered for is for enabling Communism to come to national power and all WWII will be remembered for is for allowing Communism to go international.
And you want me to get all misty eyed about these great wars?”
— Bret M.
Tagged war 20th century WWI WWII Communism.
“By the same reason that one professes to be able to regard his enemy without resentment, I should suspect him of being capable of behaving to his friend without affection. Your languid hater must ever be a languid lover. Give me, then, by all means, a good, honest hater.
Remember my dear madam, that it was not anger simply which the Prince of Peace himself condemned, but being “angry without brother without a cause”. To be angry where there is a cause is inevitable nature. He, therefore, who affects to be above anger, makes me suspect that his virtue is not supernatural, but hypocritical. He who is angry may be guilty of injustice; he who is incapable of it must be equally incapable of generous ardor in his friendships. Better the generous foe that the snaky friend,’ etc, etc.”
— Robert Lewis Dabney on Hatred & Love
From the great Gales of Ireland
Are the men that God made mad
For all their wars are merry
And all their songs are sad.
— G.K. CHESTERTON
Tagged ireland chesterton irish.
Obama Lied, Thousands Died?
Tagged lincoln tyrant union confederate devil.
Oh Lord, I pray thee do not let me die
In a bed with sheets and blankets piled upon
And with dripping noses about me.
Nay, smite me someday without warning,
That headlong I fall into the forest some place
Where no one will come around nosing.
I well know the forest, I am its son,
It will not deny my humble request
To die on its cranberry bog.
Thus will I give back without word of complaint
My mighty cadaver to its creatures all,
To the crows, the rats and the flies.
— ~ Knut Hamsun
Sing a Song for Ireland. ~ Dick Gaughan
The old truth that Calvin preached, that Augustine preached, that Paul preached, is the truth that I must preach to-day, or else be false to my conscience and my God. I cannot shape the truth; I know of no such thing as paring off the rough edges of a doctrine. John Knox’s gospel is my gospel. That which thundered through Scotland must thunder through England again.
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