Well, here it comes. Most of the white people I know completely suck, and I can be quoted as saying that the only thing I hate more than other races is my own. How in the...blue...fuck the U.S. military can make soldiers and fighters out of your pussies I will never know, what with "Don't Ask/Don't Tell...Just Cornhole" and a plethora of other ridiculous policies like not letting drill instructors use foul language or slap an insubordinate recruit.
Think I'm a jerk? Of course, I've said so many times. But go spend an hour driving around on the Plaza in Kansas City. You'll see a host of honkey crackers in their Audi's and BMW's. A whole passle of self-absorbed, spoiled, lazy, chickenshit, fat, nasty, greasy, sissy, ugly, fat, bloated, nasty, four sandwich eating, two liter bottle drinking sonsabitches who are literally petitioning for a royal king kong ass whipping. First the baby boomers, then the yuppies, then generations X, Y and Z with cell phones stuck up their asses and a handful of antidepressants and self-diagnosed mental maladies. This country needs an invasion AND a (real) depression so bad it's painfully obvious. My dog has more balls than most modern day
Americans, and he's 116 years old. And, yes, I'm speaking of myself as well.
Take a long look at the Republic, soon to be
former Republic, of Georgia. Now that's courage. Raw guts. Nothing BUT guts, side to side and all the way through the middle. Georgia is about the size of Raytown. It's military is outnumbered (literally) by the Girl Scouts of America. Their air force consists of a biplane in a museum. Their navy could reside in my bathtub with room for extra bubbles...
and they're fighting their guts out! While being massacred. Massacred. If Russia nuked itself right now the Georgians still wouldn't stand a chance. And yet the Georgians with their gorgeous tapestry of history and a flag (with a Templar cross, I might add) that dates back to the Crusades haven't asked for anyone's help, at least not officially. And this while the Olympics is going on and the whole world on one stage. The Georgians shoot down an airplane, the Russians sink a freighter carrying AA missiles, and then roll in with their armored columns.
I see a fight like this and it makes me think many things. I think about all those aging soldiers from our magnificent military, generals and privates, retired and active, who look at the former Communists and think, "Oh, please. No more urban 'warfare' hunting chickenshit suicide bombers in Iraq and sniping goat herders in Afghanistan. How I'd love to finally have a crack at the Russians, to finally have a real fight." I think about David and Goliath. I think about the courage, however misplaced, of the Confederacy going to war without a single canon factory, fighting on honor alone, barefoot, for four long years. I think about Nelson at the Battle of Trafalgar, outnumbered four to one against the greatest naval power of the day, leaving the commander, dying yet victorious, bleeding his life away on the deck of a British ship of the line. I think of Colonel Chesty Puller, United States Marine Corps, facing a million Chinese infantry at the Chosin Resovoir and saying "Retreat hell! We're attacking in a different direction." And I think of my own father teaching me about life and the ways of the world when I was a boy, his entire lesson composed into one word when the chips are down: "kill".
To hell with Russia's "claims" to South Ossetia. To hell with the pipeline of black gold running from Baku into Turkey, which the Russians immediately bombed and which promises to send oil prices right back into a tail spin. To hell with Georgia's aspirations of NATO membership (they're discovering now what kind of ally we can sometimes be). What matters is that brave men are dying, right now, bleeding out their last on the streets of their home, their wives and children cowering in basements while Russian bombs rain down upon their heads.
I don't know how this fight will end, of course, but I do know they've started well and that they're right now writing a glorious chapter of their history in the ink of their own blood, with the solemn pride that, one way or the other, they'll never endure Russian oppression again.
I can think of no reason why willing Americans supportive of their cause cannot make their way to this region to stand with these heroes as militia and volunteers, learning first hand the lessons that our fathers learned but somehow failed to pass on to most of us. Take a bow, Georgians; you may just be the bravest honkeys left on the planet....excepting perhaps our own Marines.
May G-d bless the Georgians in their cause, and may He spare His chosen people who number in the tens of thousands and are being airlifted to Israel even as we speak.
Through the travail of agesAmidst the pomp and toils of warHave I fought, and strove, and perished Countless times among the stars.As if through a glass, and darklyThe age old strife I see,Where I have fought in many guises, many names...But always me.- General George Patton(p.s. - know this: 10% of Georgia's population is Muslim, and they're are waiting in the wings for the aftermath of a battle they don't have the courage to fight, financed by Wahhabi dollars, and knowing that they'll inherit the ashes of other...better...men's valor.)
