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A Taste Of Trench Madness


23 Jul

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Gabriel Thy's Sleepy Eye

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Thanks for keeping up the resistance, Morales. Just know that the busy silence of we who are marked to fall always proceeds the clashing of the cymbals, while those of us who warned the others (now laughing and mocking, hissing and despising our herald) will have witnessed the fullness of truth, not they—and by inertia or grace will be prepared to shield others from the amplified atrocities as they arrive. That's the extent of whatever hope I have remaining because I have learned that minds are not changed by the politeness of social stability but by the harsh tongues of upheaval and crisis. This country will probably awaken when Europe implodes, but I believe that America is also marked for crisis, a result of having become sadly corrupted and from our national potential far have we strayed.

Don't fear the Marxist-Islamofascism creep, however. Resist it wherever we can, but don't expect any sudden miracles quite yet. People still treasure their fool's gold, reflecting among the dueling mirrors of social consciousness that they've done the math, not quite realizing they've only been using imaginary numbers while letting the real digits slip away...

And allow me this opportunity to insist that I am not naive, no matter what I choose to paint or wrestle into inconsequential line. It's rather obvious by now that I frittered away that excuse six senses and a million miles ago in a taste of trench madness. I may be a fool, but I'm nobody's fool.

Bob Amerson and I become close friends that summer, but this was a small town, and this was what happened in small towns back in the 60s where few homes ever locked their doors, even when folks left town for a few days. Boyhood allegiances shifted quickly without warning, without rationale, without lasting impression in those days. Childhood innocence should be so easy for kids today without ending up in a grave.
I've been aware of this sleepy right eye since junior high when it first started popping up into school photos. I didn't start short career in sandlot boxing, until a bit later, but I did suffer a couple of black ones put there by Bob Amerson immediately after school while we were in the sixth grade. But I picked myself up and met the usual in-town lads—Davey Ryals, his brother Terry, Terry Simmons, Reggie Sawyer, Jimbo Caldwell, Louie "Mooches" Davis, Ronnie Wright, Jimmie Pitts, Tommy Hall, a fews others I'm sure, and Terry Kennedy, the one girl who lived just behind the field, while the rest of us just walked or rode our bicycles—at the ballfield for a pickup game just as was expected nearly every day. Bob did not. I was also surprised to see Donnie Findley there that afternoon, but none of my own brothers were there. If they were I don't recall. But I apparently had earned the applause of the whole squad of twelve to fifteen boys already slinging hash on the field. Sure, I suffered the usual bouts of self-consciousness at school over the next few days, but nobody ever ragged me. From the best I could tell—rolling around the ground (near the tree roundabout where kids who rode parked our bicycles) swinging punches, landing a few, ducking others, before getting pinched by the ears and led to Principal Huff's office by Mrs. Middleton who had taught us both two years earlier—the crowd of twenty-five to thirty, best I could reckon, was split fifty-fifty. But nobody ever ragged me. Bob showed at school the next day. He didn't seem any worse for wear, no shiners, no nothing. But nobody ever ragged me. Bob Amerson and I become close friends that summer, but this was a small town, and this was what happened in small towns back in the 60s where few homes ever locked their doors, even when folks left town for a few days. Boyhood allegiances shifted quickly without warning, without rationale, without lasting impression in those days. Childhood innocence should be so easy for kids today without ending up in a grave.

Unreasonable Doubt From A Reluctant Alarmist


11 Jan

nazi-salute

Not Coincidence

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Since I posted the previous note I had found on a site called Jihad Watch, I have considered the arguments, and am now convinced that self-deluding denial or outright rejection of the historical and permanent calls for the death of infidels by Islamic leadership is naive and dangerous. And while the Sunni Arabs and the Iranian Persians have a few racist issues between them, this issue of jihad as it concerns most Americans is not about race. It's about prime directive, theologic supremacy, and a clash of civilizations brought on the sudden wealth of the Islamic regimes thanks to the steady supply of petrodollars moving from the West to the region dominated by a long-dormant militarist ideology.

Before jumping to "politically correct" conclusions I recommend Jihad Watch and its affiliate, Dhimmi Watch for those of you who fear Christians but feel Muslims are innocent victims and harmless lambs. Both groups are hotbeds of ridiculous behavior, but only one of these groups has declared a war against you and me.

The Left and the Right are both letting us down. Look at the maps. Look at the numbers. Look at the outrages and redirection. This is neither 636 AD, the lead-in to the Crusades of the Middle Ages, the Inquisition of Torquemada, 1914, or 1932-45.

This is 2007, and the result of getting this clash of civilizations wrong will make all of those other eras seem like mere skirmishes.

You can read more in-depth information about these stirring world concerns and what should be of vital concern of ALL citizens here at the Scenewash Project, or by clicking on the Bellicose Augur link in the far left column.

Unreasonable doubt from a reluctant alarmist,

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S A M P L E X

"Ignorance and virtue suck on the same straw. Souls grow on bones, but die beneath bankers' hours.""


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