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So What’s All This Then…

Sorry, I really should have dragged my Royal Self out of bed sooner, but I really haven’t had the energy. Now, however, it appears that the cruds are on retreat, thanks to modern medical science. I blame it on the weather. Hot, cold, warm, cold, warm, colder, cold, hot, cold as fuck with 2 inches of Glowbull Wormening covering Texas… Blech…

And the news are ever depressing. Such as the bit about Weepy Boner and Mitch McCockless, once again, striking a deal with the Democrats to give Princess Obama everything she wants because… stuff… Remember how they used to be “oh, we can’t shut down the government by refusing to pass a budget, but the DHS funding? Oh yes, we’re going to fight, fight FIGHT on that one. To the bitter end. For America!!!” That was ages ago, of course, all of four months or so.

Now it’s back to business as usual with the Quisling Party willingly, nay eagerly handing the Prozi Party and their Precious Princess everything they asked for, based on a deal that was struck long ago. You know. The usual deal the Quisling Party always strikes with the Prozi Party on any issue: “We’ll have to promise to fight, then pretend to fight a bit to keep the prole idiots who keep voting for us happy, but then we’ll cave. As predictably as a Texas summer.”

And so they did. The Quisling Party’s rich donors wanted cheap Messican slave labor, the American workers be damned, and that’s what the Quisling Party gave them.

We find ourselves pretty much in complete agreement with Ace.

The Quisling Party’s Billionaire Sugar Daddies got the cheap slave labor they wanted, thanks to the Quisling Party’s umpteenth and utterly predictable betrayal of the principles that they swore to before the election?

Why, all of a sudden His Imperial Majesty realizes that the Prozi Party has a point when it comes to, say, minimum wages.

Except we have to disagree with Ace on one point. $15/hr seems awfully stingy. That’s no way to treat our “new DREAMER fellow citizens”. How about $50/hr? With mandatory, employer-fully-paid health insurance, no deductible, no copays, no pre-existing conditions and child coverage included until the child reaches the age of 67, of course.

Sounds about right to us.

Oh, and this whole “tax the rich” thing? You know, we realize we’ve been wrong all along. It really IS time for the rich to pay their fair share. “Fair share” being 98% of every dollar earned above 1,000,000. Or 500,000. Sounds OK to us.

Some targeted Social Justice laws ought to be on the agenda too. We mean, this has nothing to do at all with the National Association of Restaurants being particularly strident in their support of Supreme Dictator Hussein Obama’s illegal Executive “Cheap Bus Boys For Everybody” Order, we don’t want anybody to think that we’re in the slightest bit vindictive here, but, really, have you guys noticed the horrid conditions of the eating establishments in this country? We mean, it’s just not SAFE to eat there anymore.

We believe that it’s high time for the FDA to get more closely involved with monitoring those E. Coli infested septic tanks. For starters, a 2,000 page stack of regulations seem to be in order. Also, weekly mandatory inspections of every eatery in the nation to make sure that our chilllllldernnnn aren’t getting infected due to non-compliance. At the expense of the restaurants, of course. After all, they’re the ones forcing us to enact such measures, so they should pay their fair share of the bill.

Princess Obama, make it so. We’ve already seen that you’re not afraid to issue Imperial Edicts, so hop to it! The time has come!

Let it burn.

Oh, and remember our suggestion that it might be a good idea to vote Democrat in Ohio if that’s what it took to unseat Boner? Remember how that was “too much” and “beyond the pale” and “you’re ridiculous!”

Yeah, about that…

Thatisall.

Wake us up when the shooting starts. We’re done.

There’s Still Hope

Yes, we have been notably absent, and for that I apologize. I will explain why later on, but for now I beg your forgiveness and ask for your patience. Yes, I’m still alive, as is Misha (although in his case barely so. Nothing serious, some penicillin and a few shots of vodka will clear him right up, provided he can hold his liquor this time.)

In the mean time I present to you one C. J. Pearson, a 12 year old Georgian kid who is definitely an articulate patriot, knowledgeable about the greatness that was and can once again be our glorious republic, and has an obvious love for our nation. A refreshing breath of fresh air midst the rancid and vile putrescence that has so overwhelmed us these past 7 years. Enjoy what may be a possible future of our society, provided we manage to leave enough debris for his generation to rebuild with.

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The Great Hall Seems a Bit Empty

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Where the hell is everybody?  This place looks about as dead as Jeb Bush’s campaign headquarters.  You KNOW it is pretty bad when a Canadian Liberal is posting on the front page of the Rott.  (yeah, I made it official finally)

How come n0body has sent out the search party for the other Management-types here?  Did someone leave the front door to the asylum open and they all escaped?

To top things off, I thought it would be nice to share a song here, but for some reason it won’t post the player.    Of course, with the blogging platform being almost three years obsolete, it’s no wonder.

I would have posted my Jukebox here just to give y’all a reason to come by, but no, even those hooks are broken here.

Anyways, for those complaining about not having any new meat here, this should be a bone you can chew on for a while.

Iwo

On February 19, 1945, Marines of the 3rd, 4th, and 5th Marine Divisions landed on a volcanic island in the Bonin Island chain of Japan called Iwo Jima. The strategic importance of the island was self evident and the Marines had no doubt of the ferocity of the battle that they were about to commence. But of even stronger importance was that to its defenders, Iwo was Japanese Home Islands. This was not a far off possession on the outer fringes of the Japanese defensive ring. This was Japan, a village of Tokyo itself. The 22,060 Sendai would sell it dearly.

The landings were unnervingly calm. No torrents of enemy fire mowed down the Marines of the first wave. Or the second. Perhaps finally, after all of the Navy’s boasting, they had actually succeeded in killing all of the defenders with the pre-invasion bombardment. But war-wise vets remembered that the reconnaissance photos had showed a striking absence of any permanent structures on Iwo. They would soon learn that this was because the Japs were not on Iwo, they were in Iwo.

 On cue the entire island erupted in a sustained and deadly fire from rifle pits, machine gun nests, AA guns and heavy artillery, all burrowed deep under Iwo’s volcanic rock. Every square yard of the island was covered with preregistered fire. The slaughter had begun, and it would continue for 36 more days until March 26th when the island was finally declared “secure”, a term that only meant the battle was officially over. Three thousand Japanese remained unaccounted for, the last not surrendering until January 6th, 1949. Of the 22,000 defenders, only 216 were captured alive and to this day Iwo Jima remains sacred ground to the Japanese.

 And it is sacred to the Marine Corps as well, for here 6,821 American’s died, and 19,217 were wounded, the only battle in the Pacific Theater where Marine casualties were more than the Japanese. It was also where the image of the flag raising on Mt. Suribachi entered the pantheon of military legend and forever seared the ethos of the United States Marine on the soul of the American spirit.

 A dispirited and war weary American public saw Joe Rosenthal’s immortal photo of February 23rd and glimpsed the final victory. But to the Marines on Iwo the flag raising was only the opening act, and of the six flag raisers three would be dead and one wounded before the battle was over.

 During the night of March 25th, 300 Japanese led by General Kuribayashi launched a banzai attack on the airmen and depot Marines at Motoyama #2. By morning they all lay dead in and around the tents of the airfield. The last of 28 Medals of Honor was awarded that night, and the last American had given his life taking the scab of volcanic ash that lay only 650 miles from mainland Japan.

 At the dedication of the 5th Marine Division cemetery Navy Chaplain Lieutenant Roland B. Gittelsohn said of the dead;

“Here before us lie the bodies of comrades and friends. Men who until yesterday or last week laughed with us, joked with us, trained with us. Men who were on the same ships with us, and went over the side with us as we prepared to hit the beaches of this island. Men who fought with us and feared with us. Somewhere in this plot of ground there may lie the man who could have discovered the cure for cancer. Under one of these Christian crosses, or beneath a Jewish Star of David, there may rest now a man who was destined to be a great prophet to find the way, perhaps, for all to live in plenty, with poverty and hardship for none. Now they lie silently in this sacred soil, and we gather to consecrate this earth to their memory.

It is not easy to do so. Some of us have buried our closest friends here. We saw these men killed before our very eyes. Any one of us might have died in their places; Indeed, some of us are alive and breathing at this very moment only because the men who lie here beneath us had the courage and the strength to give their lives, for ours. To speak in memory of such men as these is not easy. Of them too it can be said with utter truth: ‘The world will little note nor long remember what we say here. It can never forget what they did here.’

No, our power of speech can add nothing more to what these men and the other dead of our Division have already done. All that we can even hope to do is follow their example. To show the same selfless courage in peace that they did in war. To swear that by the grace of God and the stubborn strength and power of human will, their sons and ours shall never suffer these pains again. These men have done their job well. They have paid the ghastly price for freedom. If that freedom be once again lost, as it was after the last war, the unforgivable blame will be ours, not theirs. So it is we the living who are to be dedicated and consecrated.

We dedicate ourselves, first, to live together in peace the way we fought and are buried in this war. Here lie men who loved America because their ancestors’ generations ago helped in her founding, and other men who loved her with equal passion because they themselves or their own fathers escaped from oppression to her blessed shores.

Here lie officers and men, Negroes and whites, rich and poor together. Here no man prefers another because of his faith or despises him because of his color. Here there are no quotas of how many men from each group are admitted or allowed. Among these men there is no discrimination, no prejudices, no hatred. Theirs is the highest and purest Democracy…

…Thus do we memorialize those who, having ceased living with us, now live within us. Thus do we consecrate ourselves, the living, to carry on the struggle they began. Too much blood has gone into this soil for us to let it lie barren. Too much pain and heartache have fertilized the earth on which we stand. We here solemnly swear: This shall not be in vain!

Out of this, from the suffering and sorrow of those who mourn, this will come we promise the birth of a new freedom from the sons of men everywhere. AMEN.”

They went to war for their country, they fought for an ideal larger than themselves, but they died for their brothers. We are the beneficiaries of their sacrifice.

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