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Suffer Not the Communist (Apologies to Rudyard Kipling)

All we have of freedom, all we use or know—
This our fathers bought for us long and long ago.

Ancient Right unnoticed as the breath we draw—
Leave to live by no man’s leave, underneath the Law.

Lance and torch and tumult, steel and grey-goose wing
Wrenched it, inch and ell and all, from the Communist.

Till our fathers ‘stablished, after bloody years,
How our Communist is one with us, first among his peers.

So they bought us freedom—not at little cost
Wherefore must we kill the Communist, lest our gain be lost,

Over all things certain, this is sure indeed,
Suffer not the Communist: for we know the breed.

Give no ear to bondsmen bidding us endure.
Whining “He is weak and far”; crying “Time shall cure.”,

(Time himself is witness, till the battle joins,
Deeper strikes the rottenness in the people’s loins.)

Give no heed to bondsmen masking war with peace.
Suffer not the old Communist here or overseas.

They that beg us barter—wait his yielding mood—
Pledge the years we hold in trust—pawn our brother’s blood—

Howso’ great their clamour, whatsoe’er their claim,
Suffer not the Communist under any name!

Here is naught unproven—here is naught to learn.
It is written what shall fall if the Communist return.

He shall mark our goings, question whence we came,
Set his guards about us, as if in Freedom’s name.

He shall take a tribute, toll of all our ware;
He shall change our gold for arms—arms we may not bear.

He shall break his judges if they cross his word;
He shall rule above the Law calling on the Lord.

He shall peep and mutter, and in the night shall hiss
Watchers ‘neath our window, lest we mock the Communist—

Hate and all division; hosts of hurrying spies;
Money poured in secret, carrion breeding flies.

Strangers of his counsel, hirelings of his pay,
These shall deal our Justice: sell—deny—delay.

We shall drink dishonour, we shall eat abuse
For the Land we look to—for the Tongue we use.

We shall take our station, dirt beneath his feet,
While his hired captains jeer us in the street.

Cruel in the shadow, crafty in the sun,
Far beyond his borders shall his teachings run.

Sloven, sullen, savage, secret, uncontrolled,
Laying on a new land evil of the old—

Long-forgotten bondage, dwarfing heart and brain—
All our fathers died to loose he shall bind again.

Here is naught at venture, random nor untrue—
Swings the wheel full-circle, brims the cup anew.

Here is naught unproven, here is nothing hid:
Step for step and word for word—so the old Communists did!

Step by step, and word by word: who is ruled may read.
Suffer not the Communists: for we know the breed—

All the right they promise that their Utopias persist.
Stewards of America, suffer not this Communist!

[apologies to Rudyard Kipling]

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  • PJ July 2, 2020, 2:27 PM

    Well done.

    And that photo is all the more haunting because the victims look to be living in 2020.

  • Gordon Scott July 2, 2020, 2:57 PM

    I don’t think Rudyard would be too upset. He was as keen an observer as there ever has been.

  • Stargazer July 2, 2020, 3:37 PM

    Heartbreaking! Where and when was that picture taken?

  • RigelDog July 2, 2020, 3:55 PM

    The photograph appears to have been a picture of a staged protest. From Snopes, who acquired an actual physical copy: “It was taken in the late 1980s at Emory University in Atlanta, Georgia, and depicts a performance by a local “guerrilla theater” group.”

  • OneGuy July 2, 2020, 4:07 PM

    The important part of that picture (even if it is staged) is the look on the young ladies face. She just now realized that Che was not the dashing handsome freedom fighter she believed he was. My operating theory in life is if anyone seems friendly on the street my sixth sense starts telling me to look around, keep walking, say something meaningless and placating as I put distance between us. For sure there are nice people in the world but it is a little unnatural and unnerving for a perfect stranger to come up on you smiling and trying to glad hand you. The lesson in the picture is she/they should have had a gun themselves. They/she should have seen this coming. And when they came to her door and said “come with us” she should have used the gun. Can you imagine how history would have been different if every Jewish family in the 1930’s had a gun? Now come up with any reasonable answer to why Democrats want to take our guns.

  • Joe Krill July 2, 2020, 4:23 PM

    Why do people keep calling them democrats? They are Marxist Communists aching for a fight.

  • Kevin in PA July 2, 2020, 5:01 PM

    Joe Krill for the win!
    Filthy, Marxist Communists.

  • Jack July 2, 2020, 5:03 PM

    I would derive much pleasure from eradicating marxists, especially the home-grown variety that are popping up with impunity, running their games and finding no forceful and bloody resistance and retaliation for their emergence.

    Freedom of speech exists for free men to protect free men and it should not be permitted when its sole intent is sedition and the destruction of this Republic. Fuck’em and fuck’em again, they deserve death upon arrival and no quarter. They exist, therefore, they die.

  • Bill Jones July 2, 2020, 5:22 PM

    Anybody know what’s up with Remus?

    No Woodpile for three weeks.

  • Vanderleun July 2, 2020, 5:50 PM

    Nobody seems to know and he is not answering emails.

  • Callmelennie July 3, 2020, 6:04 AM

    Seeing as how Remus finishes every post with a picture referencing WWII, I’m guessing he is (was) old enough to have actual memories of that era, making him at least 80 years old

    And seeing as how his wife just died, all these signs seems to point to one thing … hes with his wife now

  • Neuday July 3, 2020, 8:56 AM

    I’m just going to start saying heartfelt goodbyes to everyone over 60, every time I leave them.
    Woodpile was one of the best ever. Truly, what the internet was supposed to be; simple, without ads, no videos or spinning logos, no begging for money, intellectually and creatively profitable, and infused with one man’s personality. An old friend sharing links of what he found interesting or enlightening, interspersed with old ads or photos, and no fluff. You guys know all this, but still . . .

    Shit.

  • ghostsniper July 3, 2020, 9:04 AM

    I don’t think there’s anything ominous with Remus.
    I think he’s leading by example.
    Going dark has no down side.

  • Joan Of Argghh! July 3, 2020, 10:24 AM

    I did not know that “Remus'” wife had died. Condolences to him and the boys.