wonderfully seditious....
And, I might add, Australia could be the fifty-third...
But I digress..
Read the rest of Charles Sullivan's excellent commentary >>>
(Thanks to DS for the heads-up on this.)
The keyboard is mightier than the machine gun... The political, philosophical and general outpourings of a troubled soul living in Australia and blogging his Vietnam veteran's head off.
Nothing in this blog can be believed. If you think that anything in this blog is true or factual, you'll need to verify it from another source. Do you understand? No? Then read it again, and repeat this process, until you understand that you cannot sue me for anything you read here. Also, having been sucked into taking part in the mass-murder of more than 3 million Vietnamese people on behalf of U.S. Big Business "interests", I'm as mad as a cut snake (and broke) so it might be a bit silly to try to sue me anyway...
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"everyone but the americans..."
Hey! America does have its dissenters and its loyal opposition. gi'me a little credit here mr. sullivan!
[else, how will you be in a position to give Gerry his due for remaining clear headed whilst Mr Howard stampedes his nation toward the same abyss as the rump of the US can now be seen to disappear into?]
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Fifty-third, eh. that's us, the arse end of everything.
"For those who come across the sea,
We've boundless plains to share."
If you have money.
If you speak English.
If you are prepared to to submit to my authority (and Mr Ruddock's).
Provided you are keen on cricket (and the NRL).
And know about Blaxland, Wentworth and Lawson (in that order).
If you believe in the eternal supremacy of the Parliamentary Liberal Party.
And you are not an effete, latte-sipping, chardonnay-swilling, Mao-loving, soft lefty.
Especially if you are not too keen on thinking for yourself.
Also, we still have the plains but not as much water as we used to. Still interested?
Yeah, how do you feel about drinking recycled sewage; being sacked because your job's just gone off-shore to some dude who will do it for half the wage; your interest rate on your mortgage just went up to where you know the bank will now repossess your home and you will be renting for the rest of your life (if you can afford it); you can't affort the new American-style health "care" system; and your wife has just sold the kids on the black market and made off with a squillionaire to sail the South Pacific on his yacht...
Is that too cycnical for you? ;-)
You're on fire, sport. Breathe in, breathe out, glass of red (well maybe later).
I think there were times when I could cheerfully have sold our kids, but we lived through it:-)
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