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August 5, 2013

Duck and Cower in Obama's America


American world now under military curfew, "sheltering in place" like all of Boston in April. 21 embassies shut for a week. The West Wing's Sunday -- The Dent plays golf for seven hours.

The West Wing in Dream - President Bartlet: "Did you know that two thousand years ago a Roman citizen could walk across the face of the known world free of the fear of molestation? He could walk across the Earth unharmed, cloaked only in the protection of the words civis Romanus -- I am a Roman citizen. So great was the retribution of Rome, universally understood as certain, should any harm befall even one of its citizens."

Posted by gerardvanderleun at August 5, 2013 9:20 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Well, except for St. Paul and not a few others.

Posted by: Jewel at August 5, 2013 1:29 PM

Security persnnel around the Pentagon have been walking around with their M4s at the semi-ready (held by the grip, pointing down, index figer alongside the trigger) for quite some time now. But this has been the case since before the alert.

Posted by: Don Rodrigo at August 5, 2013 3:08 PM

Kipling had it best, the hell with Bartlett...

The Grave of the Hundred Head

by Rudyard Kipling.

There's a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun;
And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.

A Snider squibbed in the jungle-
Somebody laughed and fled,
And the men of the First Shikaris
Picked up their Subaltern dead,
With a big blue mark in his forehead
And the back blown out of his head.

Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Jemadar Hira Lal,
Took command of the party,
Twenty rifles in all,
Marched them down to the river
As the day was beginning to fall.

They buried the boy by the river,
A blanket over his face-
They wept for their dead Lieutenant,
The men of an alien race-
They made a samadh1 in his honour,
A mark for his resting-place.

For they swore by the Holy Water,
They swore by the salt they ate,
That the soul of Lieutenant Eshmitt Sahib
Should go to his God in state,
With fifty file of Burmans
To open him Heaven's Gate.

The men of the First Shikaris
Marched till the break of day,
Till they came to the rebel village
The village of Pabengmay-
A jingal2 covered the clearing,
Caltrops hampered the way.

Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Biddin8 them load with ball,
Halted a dozen rifles
Under the village wall;
Sent out a flanking-party
With Jemadar Hira Lal.

The men of the First Shikaris
Shouted and smote and slew,
Turning the grinning jingal
On to the howling crew.
The Jemadar's flanking-party
Butchered the folk who flew.

Long was the morn of slaughter,
Long was the list of slain,
Five score heads were taken,
Five score heads and twain;
And the men of the First Shikaris
Went back to their grave again,

Each man bearing a basket
Red as his palms that day,
Red as the blazing village-
The village of Pabengmay
And the "drip-drip-drip" from the baskets
Reddened the grass by the way

They made a pile of their trophies
High as a tall man's chin,
Head upon head distorted,
Set in a sightless grin,
Anger and pain and terror
Stamped on the smoke-scorched skin.

Subadar Prag Tewarri
Put the head of the Boh
On the top of the mound of triumph,
The head of his son below-
With the sword and the peacock banner
That the world might behold and know.

Thus the samadh was perfect,
Thus was the lesson plain
Of the wrath of the First Shikaris-
The price of white man slain;
And the men of the First Shikaris
Went back into camp again.

Then a silence came to the river,
A hush fell over the shore,
And Bohs that were brave departed,
And Sniders squibbed no more;
For the Burmans said
That a white man's head
Must be paid for with heads five-score.

There's a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun;
And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.

Posted by: Sandy Daze at August 5, 2013 8:32 PM

More happy horseshit from the 'Let's Roll!' crowd

I doubt there was a SINGLE DAY in the entire history of Rome where a well-dressed individual could walk around in the city slums like that, without bodyguards. His life expectancy would have been measured in minutes.

I see that the Marine Corps is looking into 'unisex blues' to outfit its part of the Glorious Imperial Legions. Hahahahahaha! Let's roll!

Posted by: Lorne at August 6, 2013 7:39 AM

Now the barbarians walk around our towns and we give them free passage.

Posted by: Scott M at August 7, 2013 2:57 AM

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