Flanders was what came to mind for me. This motherfucker needs to find out what kind of balls it takes to write poetry while being shelled into a state of permanent shock. I don’t have words vulgar enough to say how much I hate this human.
Imagine being a politician and going out and saying anything other than “our military is the greatest in the world.” Political discourse on the right is completely off the rails.
“The society that separates its scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards, and its fighting done by fools” –Thucydides Sir William Francis Butler
Tommy should be happy they’re writing poetry on aircraft carriers.
Tommy Tuberville is the kind of cunt that would imply that strong people can’t feel. Give me the poetic military members that will contemplate their actions, please.
Oh I know this one! Francis Scott Key was the badass sitting in jail watching the battle from his cell window and wrote it as the world exploded around him.
(Thank you Jimmy Williams of the 4th grade who got me into detention - teacher made me write an essay on Francis Scott Key. Jimmy thought it was funny, little did he know of the 2 Lemmy points I would eventually get for my endeavors 30 years later - oh ho ho - who is laughing now, Jimmy!?!)
Pretty sure those old timer GOPers are just afraid of people who read and understand art because they are barely literate and slightly insane from lead poisoning. That 5G and it’s Wuhan Virus… (angrily shakes arthritic fist)… will get you every time.
You’ve got 5 whole Lemmy bucks from where I’m standing! Don’t spend them all in one place.
That Jimmy Williams sounds like a good guy. Maybe he didn’t do things on purpose, but maybe he did. Sadly teachers aren’t usually allowed to teach history and instead have to teach “history.” He may have seen an opportunity to get you to see the real thing.
Pretty sure it sprang into existence from the frothing sea foam when America ^tm^ cut off England’s balls and threw them into the Boston harber, a la Birth of Venus.
Diverse teams are more effective and deliver better results. A group of people with different backgrounds and experiences will come up with different solutions to a problem than a heterogeneous group. This is a well researched topic. It is why corporate America and the military are pushing for more DE&I.
What’s wrong with being poetic about your job? One would think it can possibly give you an edge of the true samurai kind?.. Something rather good for a military?
<span style="color:#323232;">Through the travail of the ages,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Midst the pomp and toil of war,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I have fought and strove and perished
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Countless times upon this star.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">In the form of many people
</span><span style="color:#323232;">In all panoplies of time
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Have I seen the luring vision
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Of the Victory Maid, sublime.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I have battled for fresh mammoth,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I have warred for pastures new,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I have listened to the whispers
</span><span style="color:#323232;">When the race trek instinct grew.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I have known the call to battle
</span><span style="color:#323232;">In each changeless changing shape
</span><span style="color:#323232;">From the high souled voice of conscience
</span><span style="color:#323232;">To the beastly lust for rape.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I have sinned and I have suffered,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Played the hero and the knave;
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Fought for belly, shame, or country,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And for each have found a grave.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I cannot name my battles
</span><span style="color:#323232;">For the visions are not clear,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Yet, I see the twisted faces
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And I feel the rending spear.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
</span><span style="color:#323232;">In His sacred helpless side.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Yet, I’ve called His name in blessing
</span><span style="color:#323232;">When in after times I died.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">In the dimness of the shadows
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Where we hairy heathens warred,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
</span><span style="color:#323232;">We used teeth before the sword.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">While in later clearer vision
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I can sense the coppery sweat,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
</span><span style="color:#323232;">When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Hear the rattle of the harness
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">See their chariots wheel in panic
</span><span style="color:#323232;">From the Hoplite’s leveled spear.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">See the goal grow monthly longer,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Hear the crash of tons of granite,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Smell the quenchless eastern fire.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Still more clearly as a Roman,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Can I see the Legion close,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">As our third rank moved in forward
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And the short sword found our foes.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Once again I feel the anguish
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Of that blistering treeless plain
</span><span style="color:#323232;">When the Parthian showered death bolts,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And our discipline was in vain.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I remember all the suffering
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Of those arrows in my neck.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
</span><span style="color:#323232;">As I died upon my back.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Once again I smell the heat sparks
</span><span style="color:#323232;">When my Flemish plate gave way
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And the lance ripped through my entrails
</span><span style="color:#323232;">As on Crecy’s field I lay.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">In the windless, blinding stillness
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Of the glittering tropic sea
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I can see the bubbles rising
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Where we set the captives free.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Midst the spume of half a tempest
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I have heard the bulwarks go
</span><span style="color:#323232;">When the crashing, point blank round shot
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Sent destruction to our foe.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I have fought with gun and cutlass
</span><span style="color:#323232;">On the red and slippery deck
</span><span style="color:#323232;">With all Hell aflame within me
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And a rope around my neck.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And still later as a General
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Have I galloped with Murat
</span><span style="color:#323232;">When we laughed at death and numbers
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Trusting in the Emperor’s Star.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Till at last our star faded,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And we shouted to our doom
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Where the sunken road of Ohein
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Closed us in its quivering gloom.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">So but now with Tanks a’clatter
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Have I waddled on the foe
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Belching death at twenty paces,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">By the star shell’s ghastly glow.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">So as through a glass, and darkly
</span><span style="color:#323232;">The age long strife I see
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Where I fought in many guises,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Many names, but always me.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And I see not in my blindness
</span><span style="color:#323232;">What the objects were I wrought,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">But as God rules o’er our bickerings
</span><span style="color:#323232;">It was through His will I fought.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">So forever in the future,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Shall I battle as of yore,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Dying to be born a fighter,
</span><span style="color:#323232;">But to die again, once more.
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;"> - General George S Patton
</span>
Tommy tubberville, Worst. Superhero. Ever. He will come up with stupid fantasies about how everyone will kill you unless you give your money to the rich.
Cool that republicans are still hyping up China’s and Russia’s militaries instead of their own. Even after we have seen that Russia’s military is not exactly what the ads and propaganda has been showing us for the last decade.
Thing I’ll never understand is how people that constantly moan about how terrible America is and how much better other countries are can possibly be perceived as patriotic.
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