MEMORIAL DAY HOLIDAY
May 29, 2017 / /
Hi folks... it's the Memorial Day Holiday in the USA, so I'm taking the day off... there won't be any blog today, but we will be back tomorrow. Have a good holiday!
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A USA Civil War inspired holiday which now celebrates a Merchants Of Death festival of destruction and misery.
I don’t feel cause for celebration in those fallen or suffering from what war renders. That War Profiteering renders such wars into being, makes it even more unbearable.
Yet, many draw their economic well being from the hell it spawns. Scoundrels will be making speeches of serving the greater cause; while hatching plots to keep its fires burning.
Red, White & Blue don’t mean what they used to for me anymore.
In “A Passage To Marseille” Humphry Bogarts sez to his x-superior officer:
“The Country you and I loved is dead Captain.
She’s been dying for a long time.
I saw her die.”.
Bring The Republic Back
and make her better for all…
… keep fighting the Good Fight
One of the writers I’ve been reading & communicating with[occasionally linking them here], since he started writing articles, is Stephen Lendman.
After posting here, I went to his site:
http://sjlendman.blogspot.com/2017/05/memorial-day-ignores-horrors-of-endless.html
O FOR a voice like thunder, and a tongue
To drown the throat of war! When the senses
Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressèd
Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
O who can stand? O who hath causèd this?
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!
– William Blake
‘Lullaby’ ~ Loreena McKennitt
Well, this is weird. Are we supposed to tell, like, stories of Memorial Days of yore, or something?
….Hey, I know! I betcha y’all will like a joke! Courtesy of Phil the Thrill, born and bred in Nuttyfornia. Here you go:
A Kentuckian, a Californian, and an Oregonian were out a-ridin’ horseback. They crested a ridge and paused to survey the view. The Kentuckian, inspired by the vista and the fresh air, reached into his saddlebag and withdrew a bottle of straight bourbon, distilled in a hollow not far from where he was born. He pulled the cork, knocked back a swig, then tossed the bottle high in the air, drew his six-shooter from its holster, and fired–BANG! Whiskey and glass came raining down.
“What did you do that for?” asked the Californian. “In Kentucky, the whiskey is plentiful and the bottles are cheap,” was the reply. The Californian mulled this over for a moment. Then pulled a bottle of vino from his saddlebag, whose grapes were pressed at a vineyard not far from where he was born. He knocked back a swig, then tossed the bottle high in the air, pulled out his six-shooter, and BANG! Wine and glass came raining down.
“What ya do that fer?” asked the Kentuckian. “In California, the wine is plentiful and the bottles are cheap,” was the reply.
The Oregonian had been looking on, and he pulled a bottle of Henry Weinhardt’s from his saddlebag. He knocked back the entire contents of the bottle in four swallows, secured the empty in his bag, then pulled out a six-shooter, pointed it toward the Californian, and BANG! The Californian fell back, heels up, out of the saddle and to the ground in a heap.
“What in tarnation did ya do THAT fer?!” exclaimed the Kentuckian.
“In Oregon, we have plenty of Californians, and the bottles are worth a nickel.”
LOL 😀