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Rattling around the mailbox this morning.

Good news from Afghanistan, via Partamian. As James put it - Essayons!

Watershed in history today - the AEF's first combat casualties in WWI: Corporal James B. Gresham, Private Thomas F. Enright, and Private Merle D. Hay. A sad, but significant, way to enter the history books. Worthy of mention, I think.

Other events of note:

19811: Birth of a slogan: Tippecanoe and Tyler Too!
1947: The Spruce Goose Flew for the first - and last - time.
1982: Fire in Salang tunnel, Afghanistan. In the Salang tunnel north of Kabul, a Soviet army convoy truck collided with a fuel tanker. The explosion triggered an inferno. Various sources claim 700 to 2,000 people suffocated and were burned. Think about that when you tot up the cost for us having taken down *two* rogue regimes. The tunnel was destroyed in the Afghan Civil War in 1998 - It's been rebuilt in a multi-national effort - though you'd have to read Pravda to find out which nations... Apparently, it's *still* a tough place to go...

Got an email reaction from a long-time reader to Dusty's post:

My words......makes me so mad I could spit!

Not sure I ever sent you this, someone else's words.

We do not fight for land. We are loyal to an ideal-an ideal of liberty wherever man lives. We do not guard territory, bleed for a piece of dirt. We don't fight because we love violence. We fight for our freedom as individuals to live our own lives, to peruse our own survival, our own happiness.

Your unconditional rejection of violence makes you smugly think of yourselves as noble, as enlightened, but in reality it is nothing less than abject moral capitulation to evil. unconditional rejection of self defense, because you think it's a supposed surrender to violence, leaves you no resort but begging for mercy or offering appeasement.

Evil grants no mercy, and to attempt to appease it is nothing more than a piecemeal surrender to it. Surrender to evil is slavery at best, death at worst. thus your unconditional rejection of violence is really nothing more than embracing death as preferable to life.

You will achieve what you embrace.

The right, the absolute necessity, of vengeance against anyone who initiates force against you is fundamental to survival. The morality of a people's self-defense is in it's defense of each individual's right to life. It's an intolerance to violence made real by an unwavering willingness to crush any who would launch violence against you. The unconditional determination to destroy any who would initiate force against you is an exaltation of the value of life. Refusing to surrender your life to any thug or tyrant who lays claim to it is in fact embracing life itself.

If you are unwilling to defend your right to your own lives, then you are merely like mice trying to argue with owls. You think their ways are wrong. They think you are dinner.

If, hoping to appease it, you willingly compromise with unrepentant evil, you only allow such evil to sink it's fangs into you; from that day on its venom will course through your veins until it finally kills you.

Compromising with murderers grants them moral equivalence where none can rightly exist. moral equivalence says that you are no better than they; therefore their belief-that they should be able to torture, rape, or murder you-is just as morally valid as your view-that you have the right to live free of their violence. Moral compromise rejects the concept of right and wrong. It says that everyone is equal, all desires are equally valid, all action is equally valid, so everyone should compromise to get along.

Where could you compromise with those who torture, rape and murder people? In the number of days a week you will be tortured? In the number of men to be allowed to rape your loved ones? In how many of your family are to be murdered?

No moral equivalence exists in that situation, nor can it exist, so there can be no compromise, only suicide.

To even suggest compromise can exist with such men is to sanction murder.
Many teach that saying someone is evil is prejudiced thinking. it's a way of belittling someone already in pain for some reason. Such people must be embraced and taught to shed their fears of their fellow man and then they will not strike out in violent ways.

They are dangerous to everyone because they embrace evil with their teachings. In so doing, in trying to be kind, to be unselfish, in trying to be nonjudgmental, you allow evil to become far more powerful than it otherwise would. you refuse to see evil, and so you welcome it among you. You allow it to exist. you give it power over you. You are a people who have welcomed death and refused to denounce it.

You are an empire naked to the shadow of evil.

These people think of themselves as enlightened, as above violence. They are not enlightened; they are merely slaves awaiting a master, victims awaiting killers.

Anyone know the source of the words, without Googling?

Update: Visitors from Don Surber's place might find this post to be an even better fit to his post.

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Love your blog. I wanted to let you know that some of the past military heroes are not forgotten in one of the fly over states. Here in Des Moines we have a neighborhood, major street and even a mall named after Merle D. Hay. Check it out: http://www.merlehaymall.com/ http://www.ci.des-moines.ia.us/departments/CD/NH%20Development/Merle_Hay.htm
 
Love your blog. I wanted to let you know that some of the past military heroes are not forgotten in one of the fly over states. Here in Des Moines we have a neighborhood, major street and even a mall named after Merle D. Hay. Check it out: http://www.merlehaymall.com/ http://www.ci.des-moines.ia.us/departments/CD/NH%20Development/Merle_Hay.htm
 
A popular quote on the right: "If you are unwilling to defend your right to your own lives, then you are merely like mice trying to argue with owls. You think their ways are wrong. They think you are dinner." -- [CLASSIFIED] Interestingly, this is published by Tor, whose editors Patrick Nielsen Hayden and his wife Theresa are about as far left as you can get without falling off the edge of the world. Go figure.
 
Fred's a winner! You get double what I gave out last time someone won something around here... bragging rights.
 
Oh yeah, well I live within an hours drive of where Harrison fought Tacumseh. So there(and the gangrel creature slinks back under it's rock.).
 
And I live an hour away from where Sherman beat Hood in the Battle of Atlanta and in a town that he didn't torch in his March to the Sea.
 
I know this may annoy many, but Sherman's a hero o' mine(and I have been dared to toast Sherman in Atlanta before, but I am not that crazy). I am so jealous Crick.
 
John - I was gonna guess they were your words :-)
 
And I grew up about a mile or so from where Washington fought at Germantown, and across the street from a house that had a hidden cellar entrance for the Underground Railroad, and about 5 miles from where the Declaration of Independance was signed, and I have climbed on the Liberty Bell (when it was still inside Independance Hall), and seen Mom Rinker's Rock, and we used to go to Valley Forge for an afternoon's day trip, and Rittenhouse Mill, and Gettysburg and Chambersburg for Summer camps, and all-the-hell over the Amish part of PA, in towns named Bird-in-Hand, Blueball, Lititz, Intercourse, and Paradise; and we used to go begging quarters on City Line, and we'd go to Bryn Mawr to see how the rich folks lived, and Valley Green Inn along the Wissahickon Creek and where Kelpius the Monk roamed and lived in a small cave, and of course the Franklin Institute, The Philadelphia Art Museum (made famous by Rocky, of course), and all manner of interesting places. Now I live within 20 minutes of the Alamo and 10 minutes of New Braunfels (home of the Schlitterbahn, most visited waterpark in America I'm told), and far too many hours from someplace other than $%*#^ Texas... [sigh] How far the mighty has fallen.... :-)
 
Cricket, and Ry, I mind a book I checked out from the local public library, a while back. It had a very pretty reproduction in it of a color photograph of Bill Sherman's grave, in Saint Louis, Mo. There were lots and lots of floral decorations on it. If I'm ever in that town, I think I'd like to decorate the place, too. I have in mind an old-fashioned actual glass urine-specimen jar, filled with, well, some of mine, with a sprig of poison ivy in it. (Only a damnedyankee would be so rude as to unzip in a public place to pee on a grave; do it privately and set the jar there later, with appropriate vegetable in it.) Hey, my family's lived in GA since the 1830s, and honorably resisted the invaders.
 
Dang, Sanger, git yerself a glider ticket and a sailplane! Yah, I know the latter are horribly expensive, but that part of Texas is good for nothing but absorbing sunlight so as to heat up the air and make thermals. Or you could get re-incarnated as a turkey vulture, one of my two or three favorite birds. Vultures have achieved *Slack*. They only have to flap their wings a little bit, in the morning, then they can have fun soaring while waiting for something to die, not even having to exert themselves enough to kill something. Unfortunately for me, I'm doomed to come back as a human. I have partaken of the free meals at a Hare Krishna facility and those guys swear that eating just one serving of their icky-sweet food guarantees one will come back as a human. Sigh.
 
JTG, LOL. Sorry. I just knew there'd be a Southron who'd pipe up and say they wanted to kill Ol' Bill Sherman all over again in some interesting and inventive way. :) Sanger, so that's where Bryn Mawr is from? PA? It's used in Chi-town and a few other places here in Indiana for street names. I always wondered whether it was a famous woman I'd never heard of or not. It's a toney burgh in PA? INteresting.
 
The Engineer is from C-burg and I had ancestors at Valley Forge and who kicked Hessian butt at Trenton. On my mother's side they were a bunch of Scots who really got their kilts in an uproar when they found out the Campbells were fighting on the side of King George... Spent lots of time in that neck of PA and even lived in Hummelstown, sniffing peanut butter cups being made at the factory. Been to Gettysburg three times and still cry thinking about Pickett's Charge and all the unmarked graves of those who fought on both sides...
 
JTG *I agree about Sherman* *dashing out of here before John zaps me with the bedoodlewhoopie Tazer*
 
I don't apologize for Sherman. Enough people had died on both sides, that if what he did might have ended the war sooner... so be it. And if you are going to raze an enemy heartland, you'd rather have Sherman doing it than Feld Marschall Keitel, or Marshal Zhukov, or Pol Pot. Just sayin'. But let us *not* let this degenerate into a rehash of the Civil War. It's been done, and none of us have anything other than passionate opinion to add to plenty enough passionate opinion. So speaks the Armorer.
 
Civil War!? CIVIL WAR?!?! Rehash!?!? WTF, Over?!?!? I thought you all were %#&^# talking about Willy "Ted" Sherman, the General Manager of the Union Acme Regional Maintenance Yard, in Union City, GA. He was renowned for his no-nonsense ways and for being a firebrand when it came to getting things done in a hurry. He was also known for sponsoring the annual "march-of-dimes-to-the-sea" fund raiser, and for his part-time volunteer work in the Union City red-light district medical clinic, where he would assist his physician wife by doing triage of sorts. For many a hooker, it was no end of comforting to hear him say "This whore is well." Apparently, though, I was confused... So. . . Who was that other guy? :-D
 
SangerM, I lost my juice du jour reading that. You sure you haven't been hanging out at V.C., the Virtual Church of Cassandra? *grumbling about not having blog reading supplies at hand*
 
Tippecanoe in 1911? Cheers
 
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