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On the fateful day of Waterloo when the last two battalions of the French Old Guarde were surrounded by Prussians and English they were offered to surrender. According to the legend Cambronne, the last general standing, though badly wounded himself answered for all of them, ’Merde! La Garde est mourir, mais n’est ser render pas!’ ( Shit! The Guarde dies but does not surrender!) And since that time that first word Merde is called in France, c’est le mot de Cambronne (a word of Cambronne). It is remarkable how this very word is applicable to the events and interpretations of what happened here, in the US through the Y2007. It was as if we here were drowning in Merde, waterboarded by Merde and eating the Merde pies. Some of us even learned to love the taste. The year started with the Dems majority in Congress and our hopes revived. Then we were all drowned in Merde by madam Pelosi herself and her mantra about Impeachment off the table. Not that I trusted her ears very much anyway. But hope dies hard. Still, when I saw the LADY WITH EARS telling me and us all that we could go screw ourselves I felt like I felt in the 1980s in Russia when under the enlightened leadership of the Spotty Gorby they burned the grape vineries in the apotheosis of the campaign against drinking. Not that vodka suffered even a bit. Then we had our hero, Joe, the Loveman, Lieberman being rewarded for his sleazy behavior by the Chairmanship of the Committee overseeing Homeland Security. He reminds me of those ‘revolutionary Jews’ in Russia who had an irresistible urge to Secret Police. It was their lifetime dream- to put on a leather jacket and look tough. Our Joe wanted at first to be a member of the War Council and then he got stuck with the Homeland SS where the money is. Please, do not throw the anti-Semitism at me; Joe is as much a real Jew as those pseudo- revolutionaries were. Both are just an international type of human trash. Merde is Joe’s natural habitat. It just stinks everywhere. Our friend, Paul Wolfowitz after a sex scandal in the World Bank (!) is put under Condi’s wings. She will cuddle him as some kind of an advisor. Folks, can you imagine a person who used a position in the World Bank for sex? I can’t. But after that his prowess seems handy in the Condi’s area to do what? To screw nations instead of individuals? Wolfowitz is such a turd that his stench would depopulate the large areas on Earth if you know what I mean. Maybe they think that Foggy Bottom does not stink enough? Hey, where is Gonzi, our fearless former AG these days? Writing a book, no doubt. I mean someone is writing it for him. They all write books these days. Scotti M, that former Press- Secretary had just revealed that he lied for the pleasure of our President. This is big, I mean Big. But not even one MSM head rises from that pool of Merde to ask at least one legitimate question – when will our nucular guy and his bird/human killer VP resign in disgrace? NOPE. We continue to sit deep in Merde and, paraphrasing the Russian saying, ‘tell each other not to make waves.’ Waves. We, of course, are allowed to pretend that we live. Like, for instance we are welcome to ‘debate the issue of illegal immigration.’ Big deal. The only luxury you have when you sit in the pool of Merde is not to allow anyone else to dive in. Boy, my fellow-progressives are soo… immigrant- aware. Where do they get the time, I wonder? Two words they use fascinate me: Illegal and Benefits. That is if a person is here illegally, that person uses the benefits designated to the citizens only and that is the MAIN PROBLEM. Not Bush, mind you. Not war, Not death. Not recession. THE BENEFITS! Darlings, here is the wave for you. Being a citizen does not make you entitled to the benefits. I bet you do not know that if you decide to retire permanently abroad Medicare is off limits for you. That is you can pay through your life and then- puff, you don’t have it because you do not reside in the US. Now, about that illegal mantra. Guess what, the US citizenship can be revoked. It can be revoked if you are designated an enemy combatant, if you are a naturalized citizen and become a junky, if you are an adopted person and your US parents did not draw the right papers (happens all the time), if you grew up in the US after the adoption and committed a series of crimes, etc, etc. By crimes I don't mean murders. How about giving money to your girlfriend of Middle- Eastern descent thus supporting an allegedly sleeper cell in its sleep? And then all those draconian laws my Merde- loving friends here want to be invoked upon the illegals will be utilized against such person with no mercy. And that person can be your adopted child. And then you will remember that horrible moment when you had built a destructive machine by your own filthy hands and by your own stupid head. Come to think of it, it only takes time to modify all those anti- terrorism ACTs so that they could revoke the citizenship even of the native- born. And then what? No exceptions. Drink your Merde. I recently read in Starbucks (bad coffee and frozen sandwiches) an article in the NY times which nearly made me puke my Merde right back on the table. The dork in the NYT was complaining about.. corruption in Iraq. Turned out those Iraqis were no good-corrupt down to the core. Everything is bought and sold and our dear, honest troops cannot do anything about that. They cannot disseminate our US work ethic; those Iraqis do not listen. Merde, I tell you. WE invaded their country, killed 100000 of their people on Shock and Awe, then killed their leaders and contributed to about 1mln deaths. After that we(!) complain in our newspapers about their dishonesty? Hey, the last time I saw such articles those were in the old Nazi newspapers where they complained about the low work ethics of the Slavic slaves. Those unfortunate Slav half-humans not only themselves did not want to work hard for Germany but were hiding their children from the transportation to the German Paradise. Really, stupid people those Slavs were: they did not understand their own benefit. That was the German Merde. Here we have an American one. When we exhale for moment we see out beloved Candidates. All Dems look like they are children of Hillary (except for Kucinich and Gravel, those are OK) and all GOP folks look like that KFC Colonel. That is except for McCaine who looks like he lost himself in the hallways of power.He recently told a tearful story about him being tortured in Vietnam and how one guard helped him and then drew a cross with his sandal thus showing his Christian faith. Wow! Vietnamese Christians are Catholics, so for a Catholic to help a Lutheran it is something, really. I guess the guard did not care. I guess also this guard if he is still alive might regret his actions if he is informed how Senator McCaine loves and supports GW. God works in mysterious ways. Merde. Off we go to the NIE stuff. So Iran was not preparing to go ‘nucular’ after all. Now, what if they were preparing? We then would tell GW to go for it? We then would send our kids to die? We then would howl patriotically, stop asking for impeachment and concentrate on illegals? Merde, I say. We deserve our Homegrown Terrorism Bill. Not GW but we were ‘tested for our weight’ and ’found too light.’ Shit is light. It floats on the surface and stinks, It also bubbles. It is no good. We proved ourselves no good. And now back to Cambronne. He called the Prussians and English Merde because he knew the pride and honor of the true warrior in battle. The French Guarde died on that day but the new France remained and the honor achieved by the Great Revolution and Napoleon could not be taken back. La Grande Armee would forever remain The Great Army and La Marselliese forever would be heard and eventually would become an Anthem of France. The Honor of France, its Pride and Glory survived everything in the years to come. We must do the same: we must call Merde what is Merde and we must not surrender and we must prevail because we are not even surrounded. We are on our grounds and on our soil and Merde is in minority. The French Guarde died with honor. We can win if we take our honor back. Parole d’honneur. On my word of honor. Pardon my French.
A writer is a rogue goose. All other gees fly in a flock formation; every goose knows his place and time for honking. The rogue goose is undisciplined. He leaves the formation indiscriminately to have a look at it from aside. He roams back and forth, takes a peep at the leader, honks a little bit from behind, distracts everyone and writes on what he sees. Time passes and as he wants to return back to his place he discovers someone else there. Thus he either has to wait until they land for rest or join another flock in emigration. Those other birds could be cranes, storks or even crows. If he makes it he will become a rogue again. Whenever he goes and whatever he writes he never reaches a destination or enjoys a landing. There's only Kipling's God of Fair Beginnings and skies above and beyond. And the only way for a writer to make peace with the Deity is through the language of Poetry
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