tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557458849091969678.post3435879419390529447..comments2023-06-15T09:13:45.467-04:00Comments on Liberty's Torch: SaxonsFrancis W. Porrettohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862584203772592282noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557458849091969678.post-43771106197294707092016-08-27T21:48:58.412-04:002016-08-27T21:48:58.412-04:00Francis - Good essay and mostly on point.
Read Fr...Francis - Good essay and mostly on point.<br /><br />Read Fred Reed from Fred On Everything:<br /><b>Paris, 1787: It Reaches Manhattan, Doubtless Due to Continental Drift</b><br />http://fredoneverything.org/paris-1877-it-reaches-manhattan-doubtless-due-to-continental-drift/<br /><br />Money quote:<br /><br /><i><b>When people realize that they really have no country, only a collection of rapacious interests, history becomes…creative. In theory, Congress and the President have the well-being of the nation at heart and at least to some extent seek to effect the betterment of the whole. Really they are carrion birds picking the carcass clean and, perhaps, planning flight to the French Riviera.<br /><br />Mussolini ended as an ornament in the Italian street, hanging upside down from a meat hook. He should have paid more attention.</b></i><br /><br />This specious bit of paranoia from Hilliary and The Left Uniparty about [[[alt-right]]] and, remember this one, the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy(?) is just about fomenting their 2-minute for this month. It is straight out of the Communist playbook. The politics of faction. If you can control the language (political correctness) then you can split the body politic into sub-factions and turn them one against the other.<br /><br />This is where we find ourselves today.<br />Robohobohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10578449184091767104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557458849091969678.post-35034305251078566512016-08-27T15:40:31.145-04:002016-08-27T15:40:31.145-04:00I don't know if this is from the same poem by ...I don't know if this is from the same poem by Kipling, but it seems appropriate:<br /><br />"The Saxon is not like us Normans, his manners are not so polite.<br />But he never means anything serious 'til he talks about justice and right.<br />When he stands like an ox in the furrow with his sullen-set eyes on your own,<br />And grumbles "This isn't fair dealings", my son, leave the Saxon alone. <br /><br />"You can horsewhip your Gascony archers, or torture your Picardy spears,<br />But don't try that game on the Saxon; you'll have the whole brood 'round your ears.<br />From the richest old Thane in the county to the poorest chained serf in the field,<br />They'll be at you and on you like hornets and, if you are wise, you will yield." <br />The Old Sargenoreply@blogger.com