My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From ev’ry mountainside
Let freedom ring!
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom’s song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.
Our fathers’ God to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright,
With freedom’s holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God our King!
Gerard Van der Leun
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No country in History has been as blessed by God as has America. Certainly many AINOs—“Americans in name only”—will disagree, sometimes violently— with this statement. They are welcome to head across the border to find greener pastures. In fact, I encourage them to do so.
For the rest of us, imagine if every person who despised America simply up and left—Ghana seems like a nice place for them—and those of us who loved America were all who remained? What would our nation be like?
The word “Arcadia” comes to mind.
And now a special message just for AINOs: It would really, really—really and truly—be in your best interest to depart America as soon as you can. The way things are going now—actually, the way things must go—when all is said and all is done those who remain will not at all appreciate what you have done all these years.
No, they would not at all appreciate it. The “lex talionis” comes to mind.
Revenge would be sweet right now, – but I’m afraid we’ll probably have to wait
for the wrath and judgment of God.
Welcome back Mike!
And it’s great to be back! I am only today fully recovered, so it is back to the daily exercise routine—with a double helping of knee strengthening.
It is not revenge I seek, but a reckoning. Those who have destroyed what is bright and beautiful must be made to see in the here and in the now the profound error of their ways, their supreme folly. Only through this method will they have a chance at Redemption in the world to come. But they cannot be allowed to remain in this nation as they are.
Recall the autos-da-fé: All heretics before they were burned were offered a chance at Redemption in the afterlife. If they repented their souls were saved. But their earthly bodies were still burned.
Yes, welcome back Mike. I seek a restoration. The foundation is there but we have allowed it, through our sloth, hubris, and lack of vigilance, to be chipped away to its present form. The reckoning that you speak of is IMHO, part and parcel of the restoration. It is going to be violent and bloody at times.
“Restoration” well-defines what happens when the diseased matter is all cut away. The body politic is restored to health. Yes, the restoration will be violent and bloody. But so was the Renaissance. And our Revolution. And our Civil War.
It seems that in History as in the Atonement, there can be no redemption, no salvation, no restoration, without blood. Christ even commanded that we drink His blood for our salvation and restoration. Jefferson, though no Christian, wrote that blood was the natural manure for the Tree of Liberty.
Mike, You wrote, “Jefferson, though no Christian”. I have to disagree with your premise. To say one is or isn’t a Christian boils down to one’s own interpretation of “What is a Christian”.
Thomas Jefferson compiled a book titled “The Life and Morals of Jesus of Nazareth”, which was “Extracted textually from the Gospels in Greek, Latin, French and English”. Mr. Jefferson held no interest in the Old Testament and he repudiated the writings of Paul whom he considered the first corrupter of the doctrines of Jesus. In a letter dated January 9, 1816 written to Charles Thomson, Mr. Jefferson stated, “I am a real Christian, that is to say, a disciple of the doctrines of Jesus.” It is my opinion that Thomas Jefferson knew the New Testament better than most if not all past and present pablum pukers who occupy the pulpits.
Jefferson denied every miracle in the New Testament, and so wrote his own bible with no miracles—the “Jefferson Bible”. What did Paul say about those who deny miracles?
QED.
Jefferson said that Jesus was a great moral teacher but nothing more. Jesus claimed to be God. Whom to believe?
Mike, Jefferson did not write his own bible. He cut and pasted from four different bibles. French, Latin, Greek and English. Miracles? I have personally experienced a few genuine miracles. I believe in them. I think Jefferson thought that they took away from our Savior’s message.
Jesus claimed to be God? I would like to know where that came from. Yashuah ben YAHWEH was/is the son. Matthew 27:43.
A man who does not believe in Miracles has no eyes to see. He should at least follow the advice of Oedipus.
The anthem presented here does say what I feel. Land where my fathers died; grandfather, who made passage from Germany to escape the Imperial government and to escape the aftermath and the precursory era between The Franco-Prussian War and WWI. He wanted none of that shit, and he made sure to get as far fukn away from it as he could, to the extent that he pioneered and homesteaded in the upper Northwest of the USA, with no goddamned roads or railroads. He came in by boat, and the place was the wettest and, to some eyes, the least hospitable place he could’ve gone to, and it was also line-of-sight the fukn farthest! BOOM – he immigrated like a son of a bitch. No more Europe. Fuck that shit! He made his home in America, in 1900, and he did not arrive here by accident – it was by the sweat of his brow and %500 percent on purpose!
You new liberals talk a line saying that you’re a citizen of the world, and the whole while you enjoy the American system of laws and economy (such as it is at this late point in time). It costs you nothing and you talk shit like shit was money.
Now father, who was one of 13 first gen German-Americans in his family who homesteaded in this place that you’d die in on probably day 2. The TV show Survivor looks like a grab-ass hippie festival compared to the remote rain forest and mountainous coastal Olympics. Fuck you. So, my father, and every fukn one of his brothers, shipped off to fight in WWII, and my dad the worst of it, in Italy, in the winter, in the fukn mountains and in fukn front line combat against (wait for it: Nazi Germans!). He was all American and never looked backwards on that for a second. He threw himself into a maelstrom that’d make you (talking to anti-Americans democrats or liberals) choke on your own fear on day one. And, he didn’t give a fuck he just did it. Because: America.
Then, young Casey beats going to ‘Nam by about a year (or three to be factual), wears the US Army uniform – the same one dad wore and Audie fukn Murphy and George Patton and the rest. I never earned it; it was bequeathed to me as a privilege because you can’t earn what is impossible to earn. You wear it, you shut up about it, and you enjoy being an American – hippies commies and all!
Actually, I liked the hippies because they were about freedom, which was a good idea. It was the commeis that turded that up.
Maybe next time I’ll say what I really feel about being American. Not changing, not retreating, and not giving it up.
For the record I feel that most conservatives ain’t worth the powder to light their asses on fire but they sure can blow a lot of smoke from the same area. Redemption today is the same as going to confession. Go in, blow a lot of smoke, say 5 Hail Mary’s and off you go to do the same thing again next week. I am reminded of this quote from Thomas Jefferson. “Indeed I tremble for my country when reflect that God is just: that his justice cannot sleep for ever: that considering numbers, nature and natural means only, a revolution of the wheel of fortune, an exchange of situation, is among possible events: that it may become probable by supernatural interference!”
— Thomas Jefferson
The Grand Old Politburo and CPUSA Uniparty are why we can’t have nice things.
The Yenan Way has been used widely on the Long March to the global Soviet.
The AINO’s Mike speaks of are parasitic pricks. A disease that infects the country to it’s core and causing severe, possibly permanent, damage. Left unchecked for much longer death will be the only cure. I believe, still, the damage can be eviscerated by Patriots but it will take a supreme effort by a lot of them over a prolonged period of time. The disease starts at the top and extends down to the bottom, the very street you live on. Your neighbors, Your family. Maybe you yourself are one of the people I am describing.
–the Raging Patriot, 2099
Casey. My Man. I did enjoy the privilege of saddling up and going to Viet Nam, and therefore feel compelled to offer this absolution, of sorts, to you as a veteran of the Cold War, if you would but indulge me for a moment: If the goddam Russians had come thru the Fulda Gap, you might have “missed” Viet Nam, but you’d have got caught up on your obligations damn skippy. You’d have earned that privilege, and then some. One of the reasons the goddam Russians didn’t come thru that Gap is because a bunch of people like you were standing behind that wall, waiting for them. They also serve, who stand at the wall and wait, and I should like to acknowledge and honor your service on that wall. Much appreciated, Sir.
That means a lot, Wild. You’re in that generation for whom I lay my empty beer bottle down and say: “dead soldier”. It’s my memorial to Vietnam vets. As you can imagine, I served with a metric fukton of Vietnam vets, and it’s the kind of grace you show here that marks the generation, if only for those of us who’ve had the pleasure of knowing some.
I still insist wearing the uniform was a privilege, and nothing else compares in exactly the same way. Raises a beer. Yeah, I never talk about the Cold War but take Ukraine and multiply by 7 and add a thousand miles laterally.
I ramble. Cheers!
I did 3 years, 3 weeks, 3 days in that Fulda Gap. Wildflecken.
Oct 74-Nov 77
1sq, 1stplt, D Co. 54th Engr Bn, 130th Bge, 7th Army
Stayed in the field and lived on the wire.
That was the black boot army. When men were men and the women weren’t.
I’m buying the next round. What’re you drinking?
Nicki Jizz, does not approve of these things, it’s. Sooooo Un “Big City” American.
For the record, I disagree with Jizz!
Not to quibble with a single word of the patriotism and passion expressed here, but I have always found it a bit odd to consider this song an “alternate national anthem” or the like when it is, pretty much full stop, the British national anthem (by tradition, not law or fiat, as Britain tends to work).
Wiki sez the tune was aborne in the mid-1700’s, and lyrically and musically adopted as ‘God Save the King (Queen)’ over the next 100 years or so, so that certainly pre-dates any American usage.
Beautiful song, lovely American lyrics but….. c’mon…. it’s the UK’s national anthem, f’r crimeny’s sake!