Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Merry Christmas!

Sorry I haven't posted lately, a stomach virus has been going through our family lately.

I'm going on a camping trip early next month so I ought to have more to post about Later on.

In other news, Cabelas has decided to put a store in Georgia, woohoo!

Tuesday, November 28, 2006


Sorry it took so long.

Ah well better late then never.

Monday, November 20, 2006

People Eatin' Tasty Animal's

Which is what these people are not doing.

What is their problem?

They serve the creation over the creator, and if we don't do as they do they scream murder.

I have cousins in Canada, so I get a lot of very interesting info when they come down for a visit around the Holydays, once I made a remarks about how commercial fishing had gotten so far in the last couple of decades, to which my uncle said not in Canada, why? Because one of the first things PETA did was make all of the people who live way up in Nova Scotia (where all the cod is) quit killing seals (which kept the population down, which in turn produced healthy sized schools of cod and herring). So what happened when the seal population skyrocket? No fish, a bunch of people out of jobs and one of the biggest sources of income for Canada gone.

But its worth it right? I mean now we have a bunch of "cute", smelly, mean, seals!

With our nets and gear we're faring
On the wild and wasteful ocean.
Its there that we hunt and we earn our bread
As we hunt for the shoals of herring

O it was a fine and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring
As a cabinboy on a sailing lugger
For to go and hunt the shoals of herring

O the work was hard and the hours long
And the treatment, sure it took some bearing
There was little kindness and the kicks were many
As we hunted for the shoals of herring

O we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank
I was cook and I'd a quarter sharing
And I used to sleep standing on my feet
And I'd dream about the shoals of herring

O we left the homegrounds in the month of June
And to Canny Shiels we soon were bearing
With a hundred cran of silver darlings
That we'd taken from the shoals of herring

Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman
So stand up and show a manly bearing
Take your turn on watch with the other fellows
While you're searching for the shoals of herring

O I earned my keep and I paid my way
And I earned the gear that I was wearing
Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes
We were sailing after shoals of herring.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

The early bird catches the worm

Or in this case the short shower paid off.

Yup, I went hunting this morning and shot my first buck.

Here I am with my friend Josh (I was actually in his old deerstand), and ol Betsy (my Mossberg 12 ga.)

Not to be outdone, Josh called a second ago and told me he had shot an 8 pointer (which just happened to have 10 inch tines), but I'm still thankful for my 6 pointer.

Double-ought Buck tends to have a fairly wide spread, so he was hit about seven times, even though I was about 34 yards from him.

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

America Under Judgement...a woman will rule

When apples still grow in November, when blossom remains on each tree,
When leaves are still green in December - it's then that our land will be free.
I wander her hills and her valleys and still to my sorrow I see,
A land that once knew freedom, now Only Her Rivers Run Free.

I drink to the death of her manhood, to those men who would rather have died,
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage, to bring back the rights we're denied.
Oh! Where are you now when we need you?, what burns where the flame used to be ?
Are you gone like the snow of last winter? And will Only Our Rivers Run Free?

How sweet is life but we're crying, how plentiful the water yet we're dry,
How fragrant the rose but it's dying, how gentle the wind yet it sighs.
What good is in youth when you're ageing, what joy is in eyes that can't see
That there is sorrow in sunshine and flowers
If only our Rivers run free.............

In God we're let loose from our bondage, through Him, heaven's glory we see,
Because he sent his son Jesus, Who died for you and for me,
And yet so many reject him, they think they need no mercy,
one day soon they will surely find out, Who made the rivers run free.

When apples still grow in November, when blossom remains on each tree,
When leaves are still green in December - it's then that our land will be free.
I wander her hills and her valleys and still to my sorrow I see,
A land that has never known freedom, where Only Her Rivers Run Free.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
They've all faded every one

Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
Grown to soldiers every one

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards every one

Where have all the Marxists gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the Marxists gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the Marxists gone?
Gone to Congress, every one.
When will we ever learn?

When will we ever learn?

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Raise up your child in the way he should go.

Which is what this grandma should be doing, before it is to late.

What about when he turns 16? What will he be doing then?

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Westward Ho!

tomorrow at 4:00 We will be on our way to Texas and the SAICFF!

Due to the very long nature of the journey there and back I might not be able to blog for a couple days, but when I get back the first thing I'm going to do is fix my links, which were deleted the other day by accident.

If Ya'll want to read about the SAICFF head over to the Rebelution at www.therebelution.com.

Semper Fi!

Monday, October 09, 2006

Rites of Military Service Denied Confederate soldiers in Virginia

It is with deep regret and sadness, that I must announce the decision of the Emmanuel Episcopal Church, located at 1214 Wilmer Avenue in Richmond, Virginia 23227, has ruled that the rites of military honors may not be rendered at the grave site of two Confederate Soldiers who are buried in the church cemetery. The planned grave marker dedication and memorial service, which was to include a chaplain, uniformed color guard, and uniformed honor guard. The Rector of the Emmanuel Church has decided that no Confederate Flags, Confederate uniforms, or military honors by a uniformed rifle squad, will be allowed at the grave marking dedication of Pvts. George Fitzhugh Vass and Townshend Dade Vass. These soldiers were two of three brothers who served in Company H 4th Virginia Cavalry, the famous "Black Horse Troop", and were both killed in action on the same day two years apart. They were buried, one atop the other, by their surviving older brother, Pvt. James Vass.

Up to now, the Emmanuel Episcopal Church had enjoyed a rich Confederate History. During the War Between the States, the church acted as a Confederate Hospital, and provided grave plots and funeral services for the Confederate dead who were brought to the church. The Confederate section of the church cemetery has always been maintained in a loving and caring manner. The Rector of the church in those days was the Reverend Richard Hooker Wilmer, who was the only bishop to be consecrated by the Protestant Episcopal Church of the Confederate States of America.

The Rector of the present day church, Reverend John R. West Jr., is supported in his decision by the elected vestry of the church and by the Rt. Rev. Peter James Lee, Bishop of the Diocese of Virginia. When asked if the policy of denial of the rites of military honors was uniform and evenly applied to soldiers of the Confederate States of America and Soldiers of the Armed Forces of the United States, Rev. West replied that he would make those decisions on a case by case basis.

To my knowledge, this will be the first time in the history of the United States that a church has denied the universal rites of military honors to be rendered at the grave of an American Soldier.

It is hoped that respectful letters of protest regarding this decision, which is supported by the Bishop of Virginia, may influence future decisions of this kind.

The addresses of the gentlemen who have made this decision are:

Rev. John Richard West Jr.Rector of the Emmanuel Episcopal Church1214 Wilmer AvenueRichmond, Virginia 23227Email: FrJohn.West@verizon.net

Rt. Rev. Peter James LeeBishop of the Diocese of Virginia110 West Franklin StreetRichmond, Virginia 23220Email: Pjlee@thediocese.net

Ironically, President Jefferson Davis, Gen. Robert E. Lee, and most of the Virginia Soldiers who came to the defense of their country during the War of Northern Aggression, were Episcopalians by faith.

Respectfully Submitted,

John Henry TaylorCommanderGen. Robert E. Lee Camp # 1589Sons of Confederate Veterans Midlothian, Virginia

Saturday, September 30, 2006

I'll be bloggin' again.

I've been purdy busy lately, I'll probably post again Saturday night.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Bailing Hay.

Me and Dad went to help Mr. Kendrick today, He's a real good friend of ours,
anyway he had a great big ol' field to bail today, and right as we got there his hydraulic pump burst.
Needless to say he weren't to happy, the bailer (which he says will set a preacher to cussin',) is about as old as my Dad, and the only way to get the field done today before it rained was to buy a bunch of hydraulic oil and load er' up.

One small problem, the nearest place to buy the type of oil we neede was about 30 minutes away, and the rain was only two hours and a half away.
only one thang to do, Dad was gonna have to go get the oil, while I used the hay raker.
I have never been on one of them things in all my life other than riding on them, but I glad that I was able to hold out till Dad got back with the oil.

It might be awhile till I can post again, my arms are sunburned so bad, they're as red as my hair.

I took this picture of my Redbone when I was 12, figured Ya'll would like it.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Iwo reenactment.

This is my other entry to win a camera in the "Capture the Educational Moment" Contest sponsored by Spunky and Academic Superstore.

Free Canon camera.

This is my entry to win a camera in the "Capture the Educational Moment" Contest sponsored by Spunky and Academic Superstore.

I got this pic taken of me and my friend Samuel at the 2005 Georgia Homeschool Convention it was my first year being a teacher, but I think I was the one who learned the most.

Ya that sounded a little corny, but hey, if I win I get a $300 camera.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Beware the wrath of the Saracens.


I really hate how these guys can dish it out but sure can't take it.

If only the Pope would call for another Crusade, then maybe they would hush-up.

Monday, September 04, 2006

The death of Stevo.

This morning I heard of the death of Steve Irwin (Age 44).

May this remind us of how fragile life is,
that no man is invincible.

I hope that he was ready to meet his Maker.

Once a jolly swagman sat beside the billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Waltzing matilda,
waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee
And he sang as he tucked jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me

Waltzing matilda,
waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Down came the stockman,
riding on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three.
"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me

Waltzing matilda,
waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong,"
You'll never catch me alive," cried he
And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong,
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Be Ye Men of Valour

May 19, 1940, London.

"Arm yourselves, and be ye men of valour, and be in readiness for the conflict; for it is better for us to perish in battle than to look upon the outrage of our nation and our altar."

This call and spur to the faithful servants of Truth and Justice was quoted by Churchill in his first broadcast as Prime Minister to the British people on the BBC .

Churchillian Speaches, Part Three.

June 4, 1940
House of Commons

The position of the B. E.F had now become critical As a result of a most skillfully conducted retreat and German errors, the bulk of the British Forces reached the Dunkirk bridgehead. The peril facing the British nation was now suddenly and universally perceived. On May 26, "Operation Dynamo "--the evacuation from Dunkirk began. The seas remained absolutely calm. The Royal Air Force--bitterly maligned at the time by the Army--fought vehemently to deny the enemy the total air supremacy which would have wrecked the operation. At the outset, it was hoped that 45,000 men might be evacuated; in the event, over 338,000 Allied troops reached England, including 26,000 French soldiers. On June 4, Churchill reported to the House of Commons, seeking to check the mood of national euphoria and relief at the unexpected deliverance, and to make a clear appeal to the United States.

From the moment that the French defenses at Sedan and on the Meuse were broken at the end of the second week of May, only a rapid retreat to Amiens and the south could have saved the British and French Armies who had entered Belgium at the appeal of the Belgian King; but this strategic fact was not immediately realized. The French High Command hoped they would be able to close the gap, and the Armies of the north were under their orders. Moreover, a retirement of this kind would have involved almost certainly the destruction of the fine Belgian Army of over 20 divisions and the abandonment of the whole of Belgium. Therefore, when the force and scope of the German penetration were realized and when a new French Generalissimo, General Weygand, assumed command in place of General Gamelin, an effort was made by the French and British Armies in Belgium to keep on holding the right hand of the Belgians and to give their own right hand to a newly created French Army which was to have advanced across the Somme in great strength to grasp it.

However, the German eruption swept like a sharp scythe around the right and rear of the Armies of the north. Eight or nine armored divisions, each of about four hundred armored vehicles of different kinds, but carefully assorted to be complementary and divisible into small self-contained units, cut off all communications between us and the main French Armies. It severed our own communications for food and ammunition, which ran first to Amiens and afterwards through Abbeville, and it shore its way up the coast to Boulogne and Calais, and almost to Dunkirk. Behind this armored and mechanized onslaught came a number of German divisions in lorries, and behind them again there plodded comparatively slowly the dull brute mass of the ordinary German Army and German people, always so ready to be led to the trampling down in other lands of liberties and comforts which they have never known in their own.

I have said this armored scythe-stroke almost reached Dunkirk-almost but not quite. Boulogne and Calais were the scenes of desperate fighting. The Guards defended Boulogne for a while and were then withdrawn by orders from this country. The Rifle Brigade, the 60th Rifles, and the Queen Victoria's Rifles, with a battalion of British tanks and 1,000 Frenchmen, in all about four thousand strong, defended Calais to the last. The British Brigadier was given an hour to surrender. He spurned the offer, and four days of intense street fighting passed before silence reigned over Calais, which marked the end of a memorable resistance. Only 30 unwounded survivors were brought off by the Navy, and we do not know the fate of their comrades. Their sacrifice, however, was not in vain. At least two armored divisions, which otherwise would have been turned against the British Expeditionary Force, had to be sent to overcome them. They have added another page to the glories of the light divisions, and the time gained enabled the Graveline water lines to be flooded and to be held by the French troops.

Thus it was that the port of Dunkirk was kept open. When it was found impossible for the Armies of the north to reopen their communications to Amiens with the main French Armies, only one choice remained. It seemed, indeed, forlorn. The Belgian, British and French Armies were almost surrounded. Their sole line of retreat was to a single port and to its neighboring beaches. They were pressed on every side by heavy attacks and far outnumbered in the air.

When, a week ago today, I asked the House to fix this afternoon as the occasion for a statement, I feared it would be my hard lot to announce the greatest military disaster in our long history. I thought-and some good judges agreed with me-that perhaps 20,000 or 30,000 men might be re-embarked. But it certainly seemed that the whole of the French First Army and the whole of the British Expeditionary Force north of the Amiens-Abbeville gap would be broken up in the open field or else would have to capitulate for lack of food and ammunition. These were the hard and heavy tidings for which I called upon the House and the nation to prepare themselves a week ago. The whole root and core and brain of the British Army, on which and around which we were to build, and are to build, the great British Armies in the later years of the war, seemed about to perish upon the field or to be led into an ignominious and starving captivity.

That was the prospect a week ago. But another blow which might well have proved final was yet to fall upon us. The King of the Belgians had called upon us to come to his aid. Had not this Ruler and his Government severed themselves from the Allies, who rescued their country from extinction in the late war, and had they not sought refuge in what was proved to be a fatal neutrality, the French and British Armies might well at the outset have saved not only Belgium but perhaps even Poland. Yet at the last moment, when Belgium was already invaded, King Leopold called upon us to come to his aid, and even at the last moment we came. He and his brave, efficient Army, nearly half a million strong, guarded our left flank and thus kept open our only line of retreat to the sea. Suddenly, without prior consultation, with the least possible notice, without the advice of his Ministers and upon his own personal act, he sent a plenipotentiary to the German Command, surrendered his Army, and exposed our whole flank and means of retreat.

I asked the House a week ago to suspend its judgment because the facts were not clear, but I do not feel that any reason now exists why we should not form our own opinions upon this pitiful episode. The surrender of the Belgian Army compelled the British at the shortest notice to cover a flank to the sea more than 30 miles in length. Otherwise all would have been cut off, and all would have shared the fate to which King Leopold had condemned the finest Army his country had ever formed. So in doing this and in exposing this flank, as anyone who followed the operations on the map will see, contact was lost between the British and two out of the three corps forming the First French Army, who were still farther from the coast than we were, and it seemed impossible that any large number of Allied troops could reach the coast.

The enemy attacked on all sides with great strength and fierceness, and their main power, the power of their far more numerous Air Force, was thrown into the battle or else concentrated upon Dunkirk and the beaches. Pressing in upon the narrow exit, both from the east and from the west, the enemy began to fire with cannon upon the beaches by which alone the shipping could approach or depart. They sowed magnetic mines in the channels and seas; they sent repeated waves of hostile aircraft, sometimes more than a hundred strong in one formation, to cast their bombs upon the single pier that remained, and upon the sand dunes upon which the troops had their eyes for shelter. Their U-boats, one of which was sunk, and their motor launches took their toll of the vast traffic which now began. For four or five days an intense struggle reigned. All their armored divisions-or what Was left of them-together with great masses of infantry and artillery, hurled themselves in vain upon the ever-narrowing, ever-contracting appendix within which the British and French Armies fought.

Meanwhile, the Royal Navy, with the willing help of countless merchant seamen, strained every nerve to embark the British and Allied troops; 220 light warships and 650 other vessels were engaged. They had to operate upon the difficult coast, often in adverse weather, under an almost ceaseless hail of bombs and an increasing concentration of artillery fire. Nor were the seas, as I have said, themselves free from mines and torpedoes. It was in conditions such as these that our men carried on, with little or no rest, for days and nights on end, making trip after trip across the dangerous waters, bringing with them always men whom they had rescued. The numbers they have brought back are the measure of their devotion and their courage. The hospital ships, which brought off many thousands of British and French wounded, being so plainly marked were a special target for Nazi bombs; but the men and women on board them never faltered in their duty.

Meanwhile, the Royal Air Force, which had already been intervening in the battle, so far as its range would allow, from home bases, now used part of its main metropolitan fighter strength, and struck at the German bombers and at the fighters which in large numbers protected them. This struggle was protracted and fierce. Suddenly the scene has cleared, the crash and thunder has for the moment-but only for the moment-died away. A miracle of deliverance, achieved by valor, by perseverance, by perfect discipline, by faultless service, by resource, by skill, by unconquerable fidelity, is manifest to us all. The enemy was hurled back by the retreating British and French troops. He was so roughly handled that he did not hurry their departure seriously. The Royal Air Force engaged the main strength of the German Air Force, and inflicted upon them losses of at least four to one; and the Navy, using nearly 1,000 ships of all kinds, carried over 335,000 men, French and British, out of the jaws of death and shame, to their native land and to the tasks which lie immediately ahead. We must be very careful not to assign to this deliverance the attributes of a victory. Wars are not won by evacuations. But there was a victory inside this deliverance, which should be noted. It was gained by the Air Force. Many of our soldiers coming back have not seen the Air Force at work; they saw only the bombers which escaped its protective attack. They underrate its achievements. I have heard much talk of this; that is why I go out of my way to say this. I will tell you about it.

This was a great trial of strength between the British and German Air Forces. Can you conceive a greater objective for the Germans in the air than to make evacuation from these beaches impossible, and to sink all these ships which were displayed, almost to the extent of thousands? Could there have been an objective of greater military importance and significance for the whole purpose of the war than this? They tried hard, and they were beaten back; they were frustrated in their task. We got the Army away; and they have paid fourfold for any losses which they have inflicted. Very large formations of German aeroplanes-and we know that they are a very brave race-have turned on several occasions from the attack of one-quarter of their number of the Royal Air Force, and have dispersed in different directions. Twelve aeroplanes have been hunted by two. One aeroplane was driven into the water and cast away by the mere charge of a British aeroplane, which had no more ammunition. All of our types-the Hurricane, the Spitfire and the new Defiant-and all our pilots have been vindicated as superior to what they have at present to face.

When we consider how much greater would be our advantage in defending the air above this Island against an overseas attack, I must say that I find in these facts a sure basis upon which practical and reassuring thoughts may rest. I will pay my tribute to these young airmen. The great French Army was very largely, for the time being, cast back and disturbed by the onrush of a few thousands of armored vehicles. May it not also be that the cause of civilization itself will be defended by the skill and devotion of a few thousand airmen? There never has been, I suppose, in all the world, in all the history of war, such an opportunity for youth. The Knights of the Round Table, the Crusaders, all fall back into the past-not only distant but prosaic; these young men, going forth every morn to guard their native land and all that we stand for, holding in their hands these instruments of colossal and shattering power, of whom it may be said that

Every morn brought forth a noble chance And every chance brought forth a noble knight,

deserve our gratitude, as do all the brave men who, in so many ways and on so many occasions, are ready, and continue ready to give life and all for their native land.

I return to the Army. In the long series of very fierce battles, now on this front, now on that, fighting on three fronts at once, battles fought by two or three divisions against an equal or somewhat larger number of the enemy, and fought fiercely on some of the old grounds that so many of us knew so well-in these battles our losses in men have exceeded 30,000 killed, wounded and missing. I take occasion to express the sympathy of the House to all who have suffered bereavement or who are still anxious. The President of the Board of Trade [Sir Andrew Duncan] is not here today. His son has been killed, and many in the House have felt the pangs of affliction in the sharpest form. But I will say this about the missing: We have had a large number of wounded come home safely to this country, but I would say about the missing that there may be very many reported missing who will come back home, some day, in one way or another. In the confusion of this fight it is inevitable that many have been left in positions where honor required no further resistance from them.

Against this loss of over 30,000 men, we can set a far heavier loss certainly inflicted upon the enemy. But our losses in material are enormous. We have perhaps lost one-third of the men we lost in the opening days of the battle of 21st March, 1918, but we have lost nearly as many guns -- nearly one thousand-and all our transport, all the armored vehicles that were with the Army in the north. This loss will impose a further delay on the expansion of our military strength. That expansion had not been proceeding as far as we had hoped. The best of all we had to give had gone to the British Expeditionary Force, and although they had not the numbers of tanks and some articles of equipment which were desirable, they were a very well and finely equipped Army. They had the first-fruits of all that our industry had to give, and that is gone. And now here is this further delay. How long it will be, how long it will last, depends upon the exertions which we make in this Island. An effort the like of which has never been seen in our records is now being made. Work is proceeding everywhere, night and day, Sundays and week days. Capital and Labor have cast aside their interests, rights, and customs and put them into the common stock. Already the flow of munitions has leaped forward. There is no reason why we should not in a few months overtake the sudden and serious loss that has come upon us, without retarding the development of our general program.

Nevertheless, our thankfulness at the escape of our Army and so many men, whose loved ones have passed through an agonizing week, must not blind us to the fact that what has happened in France and Belgium is a colossal military disaster. The French Army has been weakened, the Belgian Army has been lost, a large part of those fortified lines upon which so much faith had been reposed is gone, many valuable mining districts and factories have passed into the enemy's possession, the whole of the Channel ports are in his hands, with all the tragic consequences that follow from that, and we must expect another blow to be struck almost immediately at us or at France. We are told that Herr Hitler has a plan for invading the British Isles. This has often been thought of before. When Napoleon lay at Boulogne for a year with his flat-bottomed boats and his Grand Army, he was told by someone. "There are bitter weeds in England." There are certainly a great many more of them since the British Expeditionary Force returned.

The whole question of home defense against invasion is, of course, powerfully affected by the fact that we have for the time being in this Island incomparably more powerful military forces than we have ever had at any moment in this war or the last. But this will not continue. We shall not be content with a defensive war. We have our duty to our Ally. We have to reconstitute and build up the British Expeditionary Force once again, under its gallant Commander-in-Chief, Lord Gort. All this is in train; but in the interval we must put our defenses in this Island into such a high state of organization that the fewest possible numbers will be required to give effective security and that the largest possible potential of offensive effort may be realized. On this we are now engaged. It will be very convenient, if it be the desire of the House, to enter upon this subject in a secret Session. Not that the government would necessarily be able to reveal in very great detail military secrets, but we like to have our discussions free, without the restraint imposed by the fact that they will be read the next day by the enemy; and the Government would benefit by views freely expressed in all parts of the House by Members with their knowledge of so many different parts of the country. I understand that some request is to be made upon this subject, which will be readily acceded to by His Majesty's Government.

We have found it necessary to take measures of increasing stringency, not only against enemy aliens and suspicious characters of other nationalities, but also against British subjects who may become a danger or a nuisance should the war be transported to the United Kingdom. I know there are a great many people affected by the orders which we have made who are the passionate enemies of Nazi Germany. I am very sorry for them, but we cannot, at the present time and under the present stress, draw all the distinctions which we should like to do. If parachute landings were attempted and fierce fighting attendant upon them followed, these unfortunate people would be far better out of the way, for their own sakes as well as for ours. There is, however, another class, for which I feel not the slightest sympathy. Parliament has given us the powers to put down Fifth Column activities with a strong hand, and we shall use those powers subject to the supervision and correction of the House, without the slightest hesitation until we are satisfied, and more than satisfied, that this malignancy in our midst has been effectively stamped out.

Turning once again, and this time more generally, to the question of invasion, I would observe that there has never been a period in all these long centuries of which we boast when an absolute guarantee against invasion, still less against serious raids, could have been given to our people. In the days of Napoleon the same wind which would have carried his transports across the Channel might have driven away the blockading fleet. There was always the chance, and it is that chance which has excited and befooled the imaginations of many Continental tyrants. Many are the tales that are told. We are assured that novel methods will be adopted, and when we see the originality of malice, the ingenuity of aggression, which our enemy displays, we may certainly prepare ourselves for every kind of novel stratagem and every kind of brutal and treacherous maneuver. I think that no idea is so outlandish that it should not be considered and viewed with a searching, but at the same time, I hope, with a steady eye. We must never forget the solid assurances of sea power and those which belong to air power if it can be locally exercised.

I have, myself, full confidence that if all do their duty, if nothing is neglected, and if the best arrangements are made, as they are being made, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our Island home, to ride out the storm of war, and to outlive the menace of tyranny, if necessary for years, if necessary alone. At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is the resolve of His Majesty's Government-every man of them. That is the will of Parliament and the nation. The British Empire and the French Republic, linked together in their cause and in their need, will defend to the death their native soil, aiding each other like good comrades to the utmost of their strength. Even though large tracts of Europe and many old and famous States have fallen or may fall into the grip of the Gestapo and all the odious apparatus of Nazi rule, we shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Churchillian Speaches, Part Two.

First Speech as Prime Minister

May 13, 1940 to House of Commons

On May 10, 1940, Winston Churchill became Prime Minister.
When he met his Cabinet on May 13 he told them that "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat."

He repeated that phrase later in the day when he asked the House of Commons for a vote of confidence in his new all-party government.
The response of Labour was heart-warming; the Conservative reaction was luke-warm. They still really wanted Neville Chamberlain. For the first time, the people had hope but Churchill commented to General Ismay: "Poor people, poor people. They trust me, and I can give them nothing but disaster for quite a long time."
I beg to move,
That this House welcomes the formation of a Government representing the united and inflexible resolve of the nation to prosecute the war with Germany to a victorious conclusion.

On Friday evening last I received His Majesty's commission to form a new Administration. It as the evident wish and will of Parliament and the nation that this should be conceived on the broadest possible basis and that it should include all parties, both those who supported the late Government and also the parties of the Opposition. I have completed the most important part of this task.

A War Cabinet has been formed of five Members, representing, with the Opposition Liberals, the unity of the nation. The three party Leaders have agreed to serve, either in the War Cabinet or in high executive office. The three Fighting Services have been filled. It was necessary that this should be done in one single day, on account of the extreme urgency and rigour of events.

A number of other positions, key positions, were filled yesterday, and I am submitting a further list to His Majesty to-night. I hope to complete the appointment of the principal Ministers during to-morrow. the appointment of the other Ministers usually takes a little longer, but I trust that, when Parliament meets again, this part of my task will be completed, and that the administration will be complete in all respects.
I considered it in the public interest to suggest that the House should be summoned to meet today. Mr. Speaker agreed, and took the necessary steps, in accordance with the powers conferred upon him by the Resolution of the House. At the end of the proceedings today, the Adjournment of the House will be proposed until Tuesday, 21st May, with, of course, provision for earlier meeting, if need be. The business to be considered during that week will be notified to Members at the earliest opportunity. I now invite the House, by the Motion which stands in my name, to record its approval of the steps taken and to declare its confidence in the new Government.

To form an Administration of this scale and complexity is a serious undertaking in itself, but it must be remembered that we are in the preliminary stage of one of the greatest battles in history, that we are in action at many other points in Norway and in Holland, that we have to be prepared in the Mediterranean, that the air battle is continuous and that many preparations, such as have been indicated by my hon. Friend below the Gangway, have to be made here at home.

In this crisis I hope I may be pardoned if I do not address the House at any length today. I hope that any of my friends and colleagues, or former colleagues, who are affected by the political reconstruction, will make allowance, all allowance, for any lack of ceremony with which it has been necessary to act. I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this government: "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat."

We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what is our policy? I can say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us; to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy.
You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival. Let that be realised; no survival for the British Empire, no survival for all that the British Empire has stood for, no survival for the urge and impulse of the ages, that mankind will move forward towards its goal. But I take up my task with buoyancy and hope.

I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail among men. At this time I feel entitled to claim the aid of all, and I say, "come then, let us go forward together with our united strength."

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Churchillian Speaches, Part One.

October 29, 1941 Harrow School

When Churchill visited Harrow on October 29 to hear the traditional songs again, he discovered that an additional verse had been added to one of them. It ran:

"Not less we praise in darker days The leader of our nation, And Churchill's name shall win acclaim From each new generation.For you have power in danger's hour Our freedom to defend, Sir! Though long the fight we know that right Will triumph in the end, Sir!

Almost a year has passed since I came down here at your Head Master's kind invitation in order to cheer myself and cheer the hearts of a few of my friends by singing some of our own songs.

The ten months that have passed have seen very terrible catastrophic events in the world - ups and downs, misfortunes - but can anyone sitting here this afternoon, this October afternoon, not feel deeply thankful for what has happened in the time that has passed and for the very great improvement in the position of our country and of our home?
Why, when I was here last time we were quite alone, desperately alone, and we had been so for five or six months. We were poorly armed. We are not so poorly armed today; but then we were very poorly armed.

We had the unmeasured menace of the enemy and their air attack still beating upon us, and you yourselves had had experience of this attack; and I expect you are beginning to feel impatient that there has been this long lull with nothing particular turning up!

But we must learn to be equally good at what is short and sharp and what is long and tough. It is generally said that the British are often better at the last.
They do not expect to move from crisis to crisis; they do not always expect that each day will bring up some noble chance of war; but when they very slowly make up their minds that the thing has to be done and the job put through and finished, then, even if it takes months - if it takes years - they do it.
Another lesson I think we may take, just throwing our minds back to our meeting here ten months ago and now, is that appearances are often very deceptive, and as Kipling well says, we must "…meet with Triumph and Disaster. And treat those two impostors just the same."
You cannot tell from appearances how things will go. Sometimes imagination makes things out far worse than they are; yet without imagination not much can be done. Those people who are imaginative see many more dangers than perhaps exist; certainly many more than will happen; but then they must also pray to be given that extra courage to carry this far-reaching imagination. But for everyone, surely, what we have gone through in this period - I am addressing myself to the School - surely from this period of ten months this is the lesson: never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never-in nothing, great or small, large or petty - never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense.
Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy. We stood all alone a year ago, and to many countries it seemed that our account was closed, we were finished. All this tradition of ours, our songs, our School history, this part of the history of this country, were gone and finished and liquidated.
Very different is the mood today. Britain, other nations thought, had drawn a sponge across her slate. But instead our country stood in the gap. There was no flinching and no thought of giving in; and by what seemed almost a miracle to those outside these Islands, though we ourselves never doubted it, we now find ourselves in a position where I say that we can be sure that we have only to persevere to conquer.
You sang here a verse of a School Song: you sang that extra verse written in my honour, which I was very greatly complimented by and which you have repeated today. But there is one word in it I want to alter - I wanted to do so last year, but I did not venture to. It is the line: "Not less we praise in darker days."
I have obtained the Head Master's permission to alter darker to sterner. "Not less we praise in sterner days."
Do not let us speak of darker days: let us speak rather of sterner days. These are not dark days; these are great days - the greatest days our country has ever lived; and we must all thank God that we have been allowed, each of us according to our stations, to play a part in making these days memorable in the history of our race.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

The day the Bobcat went bizerk

Last year, sometime in August,
Dad had some people over looking at his model-H Farmall.

While he was visiting with the older gentleman interested in buying it,
we heard the chickens start cackling and screaming,
fearing that my hound, (who was expecting puppies then and as slow as a slug)
was attempting to catch an old hen, I turned around and ran.

Just as I got to the coop I saw a hulk of a animal walking into the woods.
Turning around I saw my hound, and all of the other dogs,
staring at me like I was crazy.

I realized I had just witnessed a hit and run, bobcat style.

After throwing off my over-shirt in the doorway and grabbing my 22LR,
I ran out the backdoor,

No luck.

The culprit had already vanished into the woods,
and I wasn't about to go in there with him.

That December, me and Dad went deer hunting,
we had just bought a new bleat call that I was wielding.

As I preparing to blow on it for one of the first times
I decided to pray for God's Blessing on it, which I did.
After blowing it and waiting a moment, I heard a crashing in the woods next to us,
Dad told me to shoot it as soon as it came into sight.

What came into sight was 47 pounds of trouble, complete with tufted ears.

Dad looked fairly surprised, but gave me the nod anyway.

Looking down the sights I set right between the eyes and pulled the trigger.

CRACK! Nothing.

The Bobcat looked at me and then at Dad, I re-bolted, aimed, and just as I pulled the trigger,

BOOM!!!! Dad slugged him.

I close with a quote from The Ghost and the Darkness:

If you want to see the lions now, you will have to go to America.
Even now if you dare lock eyes with him, you will be afraid.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead.

Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch, be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow...

In Flanders fields.

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row...

We should never forget what happend on the date of 9/11.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

The Alamo.

The Alamo.
The symbol of Courage, Manliness and Bravery... Not anymore.

Now we have movies that portray Davy Crockett as a woman beater, James Bowie as a slave trader (both are untrue.) They have been liberalized, their memory desecrated, they have been made out to be 'phonies'' as in the book Catcher in the Rye, (I discourage even researching this book).

Why? Why do this to these men, without whom there would be no Texas, and maybe, no western states?
Without a firm foothold in the west, the Mexican
army would have found it fairly easy to take over
the newly acquired Louisiana purchase.

Then why demonize them?
Because they feel guilty in the presence of such men,
even their very names cause them to feel inferior.

These great men who fought and died for a cause,
strikes fear in their communist hearts,
the fear is 'could it happen again?'

Could men fight and die for freedom
again if they thought that their country
was being usurped?

They forget that in the
Declaration of Independence,
there is a line that goes:

"But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evidences a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security. "

The social revolution would be overthrown,
and their view of freedom(licentiousness) would be gone.

This is all supposing that there was a new social take-over,
We must remember that all Liberty is a gift of God and (though I hate
quoting from Tolkien) ''Is worth fighting for''.
This can only be understood through the lens of righteousness.
Sadly we no longer deserve the freedom's that our fore-fathers bought for us.
We have foolishly squandered them. May the Almighty redeem us from our
enemies as He did Israel, for His name's sake. May He give us warrior's hearts
so that we, like Caleb, will say
'Let us go up at once, and possess it;for we are well able to overcome it.'

Now to a personal update.
We changed hotels, because Gabe
had an allergic reaction to something at the La Quinta,
(or so we thought)
and we are now at the Sheraton Gunter.

I close with (it happens to be a Marty Robbins song) the ballad of the Alamo

In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone,
There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown,
You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a one,
but sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun ,

You can hear a ghostly bugle as the men go marching by,
You can hear them as they answer to that roll call in the sky,
olonel Travis, Davy Crockett and a hundred eighty more,
Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for.

Back in eighteen thirty-six - Houston said to Travis
"Get some volunteers and go - fortify the Alamo"
Well, the men came from Texas and from old Tennessee
And they joined up with Travis - just to fight for the right to be free ...
Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders
Stood together heel and toe to defend the Alamo.

"You may ne'er see your loved ones" Travis told them that day,
"Those that want to can leave now, those that fight to the death let 'em stay.
"In the sand he drew a line with his Army saber,
Out of a hundred eighty five not a soldier crossed the line .

With his banners a-dancin' in the dawn's golden light
Santa Anna came prancin' on a horse that was black as the night ...
Sent an officer to tell - Travis to surrender,
Travis answered with a shout and a rousin' rebel yell.

Santa Anna turned scarlet, "Play [*Deguello]", he roared
"I will show them no quarter, everyone will be put to the sword"

One hundred and eighty five, holdin' back five thousand,
Five days, six days, eight days - ten;
Travis held and held again.

Then he sent for replacements for his wounded and lame,
But the troops that were comin' never came, never came, never came ...
Twice he charged them to recall - on the fatal third time Santa Anna breached the wall
and he killed them one and all.

Now the bugles are silent and there's rust on each sword
And the small band of soldiers ... lie asleep in the arms of the Lord ...

In the southern part of Texas, near the town of San Antone,
Like a statue on his Pinto, rides a cowboy all alone,
And he sees the cattle grazin', where a century before,
Santa Anna's guns were blazin', and the cannons used to roar.
And his eyes turn sorta misty and his heart begins to glow,
And he takes his hat off slowly - to the Men of Alamo,
To the thirteen days of glory at the seige of Alamo.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

La Quinta, Spanish for bad maid.

Here I am in San Antonio for the Entrepreneurial bootcamp, finally.
We left this morning at 4:28 and drove all day, only two breaks on the whole trip.
Needless to say, I was looking forward to the hotel, (we stayed in the same one last year at the SAICFF convention), we got here at 8:45pm, went to our room and found it looking like a dog house. So we tried another room on the same floor, and found that one in the same condition.
After calling every other hotel in town to no avail, we decided we would try one more room, thankfully this room is ten times better then the others.

And now a song, sung to the tune of The Patriot game.

Now as I sit here, my back all in knots,
I type on my blog and set up my cot,
and I wish my computer would use DSL,
I hope we dont have to switch hotels.

Well I guess that's about it.



Monday, August 07, 2006


People just don't enjoy music anymore, I mean think about what modern music sounds like, to me it sounds like someone spiting into a microphone.

I try to be a good witness to my friends but they just turn the "music"up louder, and soon they're doing this little dance like they've got ants in their shoes.
How did we come so far in so little time?
Only one hundred years have passed from the victorian era, and now everybody is into hip hop and rap, how did that happen?

It's not only that my friends like this stuff that bugs me, it's that if you say you like celtic music they give you a look that says what planet did you come from?
Maybe I'm overeacting, but I'm tired of just driving down the road and thinking my exahust is backfiring, and turns out someone just has their beloved music on.

Music, good and bad, is identity, you are what you eat.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

You might be a liberal

If you were to take a vacation to Cuba, and then say it was like a breath of fresh air, you might be a Liberal.

If you cry when you think about Kerry losing the campaign, most people would agree your a liberal.

If you drive a electric or solar powered car, your either a nut or a liberal, (they're both the same).

If you talk about the social revolution in positive terms, you are either:
A. A liberal
B. Someone who attends public school or
C. Someone who the F.B.I. is watching night and day.

If any of these fit you, vote the for the Constitution Canidate next election, and save yourself from the utter stupidty of being a Liberal.