The nature of sacrifice

WWII_Sacrifice

This was used as a harsh incentive back home for rationing. I doubt this would work nowadays, what with obesity and the expectation of super portions.

However, holding aloft the old war dead is no excuse for the effete Modern Man to sneer at Modern Women. You haven’t done your bit either. That’s the point of propaganda, an antidote to laziness.

I know few men who’d even give up bacon for their freedom.

My Thought on the Paris Attacks

The Moslem believe peace to be our weakness. If they picked up a history book, they would see peace is a weakness we have killed for. For millennia, in many vicious and fruitless wars, brother against brother. Civil war is a point of sarcasm and our gallows humour remains. We paid for our nation states, monarchies and democracies by the barrel of our ancestor’s blood. This is our flag and it cannot be unstaked. This is our birthright and claim. We have been in a continental stalemate since the bloodiest yet, thanks to newfangled death machines, our weapons stayed temporarily by the memory, now fading, of what a waste we made the last two times. How many died needlessly? We stopped from love, not cowardice. What were we defending, we asked ourselves, if not ourselves, with nobody left to answer.

This bolded section sprung to mind when I heard the news and saw the attentive impact on otherwise mundane people.

“The Saxon is not like us Normans. His manners are not so polite.
But he never means anything serious till he talks about justice and right.
When he stands like an ox in the furrow – with his sullen set eyes on your own,
And grumbles, ‘This isn’t fair dealing,’ my son, leave the Saxon alone.”

If the enemies of the West were smart, they’d gather up their trophies and leave now. Peace is an accord between gentlefolk and the enemy sets the tone. It seems peace is no longer an option. White people made an artform of torture, for God or war or sport; Sade simply wrote parts of it down. The nature of men does not change with the centuries, we simply forget it awhile. They would be foolish to prod the nest when a fury has built.

“You can horsewhip your Gascony archers, or torture your Picardy spears;
But don’t try that game on the Saxon; you’ll have the whole brood round your ears.
From the richest old Thane in the county to the poorest chained serf in the field,
They’ll be at you and on you like hornets, and, if you are wise, you will yield.”

I predicted this year would be important. I’m sorry to report I was correct.

I do not know how long it will take to reply, and even less about the time until resolution, but these are dark days ahead. One thing is clear – we cannot go back. We cannot turn our face away from the danger and I hope this matter will be concluded swiftly.