NOBLESSE OBLIGE

FRENCH: NOBILITY IS AN OBLIGATION

Distilled further into todays American English, if you want to be the dude with the biggest, baddest balls, if you want to say i have to give you a hell of a lot of my pay, so you can “protect” me from this month’s flavor of boogie man, if you are perhaps going to get my ass killed in one of your wars, to steal other peoples wealth and labor, so you can prove one more time, you have the biggest, baddest set, then, DAMN IT! LEAD!

If one goes back to the time of Noblesse Oblige’s birth, it was this. Take Scotland. Part of my heritage, so i studied their history.
Many Scottish kings did not rule for more than six months, a year. Why? Because when there was a battle, the king was expected to have his ass out in the front. The average Scotsman did not have a whole lot. He may or may not own his own land, but even if it was said that he “owned” the land, he owed his sword, (or axe as the case may be), to the local “Nobel”, who was expected to show up with a set number of men to go into battle when the king called.
So poor farmers, often found themselves forced into battles that had nothing whatsoever, to do with anything at all, that remotely mattered to them. Hell, they were one meal from starving a lot of the time. The only exception would be when another Noble decided he wanted your kings little corner of the world. Invaders were not kind to the natives. Had to fight for family and survival. Many of the battles were just two nobles, trying to prove who had the biggest, baddest set of balls.
Now if your “king”, was going to get you killed to prove he had the biggest, baddest set, then by god, his ass was expected to damn well lead! And they did, And they died. Whatever else they might have been, spoiled, arrogant, greedy, they were damn well MEN! They had BALLS!
The poor SOB’s who had to die for the “elites”, At least had that! They died following a real leader. One who was not afraid to put his own ass in harms way, for whatever arrogate or hair brained reason he thought of next! At least he had that. That is where and why, Noblesse Oblige was born. You want to call yourself a leader? Well damn well lead! Continue reading

A DOG’S EYE VIEW.


Sammie and the Multi-poo

I may only be a dog its true
But let me give you a dogs view

You seem bent on killing off your kind
Seems to be the only thing on your damn mind

Humans start wars by lying their asses off
You’ll must be drafty in the loft

Man spends all his time and energy
Trying to kill everyone else you see

You sacrifice your children to an angry war god
Who sends them back broken, dead, without even a nod

If i may kindly ask of you
Kill your own asses without blowing up the earth too
Course, thats just a dog’s eye view

Samantha Carleton, Cocker Spaniel, Daddy’s Girl

As translated by Daddy

In Memory of Jerry

Before me lies the man I have killed. What did I kill him for?

He lies there dead and gory. What fate had cast him here? Who is he?

Perhaps he, too, like me, has an old mother.

How long will she sit on the doorstep of her squalid little stick shack in the evenings,
looking southward to see whether her beloved son, her breadwinner and worker,

is coming home?

Had I given up all that I loved, all that was dear to me,

had I made this thousands of mile march out here,
suffering from hunger, cold and the blazing heat,

did I lie now here in such agony, merely for the sake of taking that poor man’s life?

What useful objective had I achieved apart from this murder?

His face had gone. It had slid off the bones.

The ghastly skull, fixed in the eternal grin of death,
was more repulsive to me than ever before,

although I had often had occasion to handle skulls and bones.

This skeleton in uniform with shining buttons made me shudder.

That is war, I thought, there is its image.

The frailty of everything revealed at last.

Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night.

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SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES

By Siegfried Sassoon

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

TRUTH IS TO WASHINGTON DC, AS SUNLIGHT IS TO DRACULA.

The Federal “Government”, USA, which is operated out of Washington DC, hates the truth. Truth is not the friend of the USA. Truth is a deadly enemy, to be killed at all cost! One would think that a “government” which claims to derive it’s authority to rule, from the American people, would want the American people well versed in the affairs of State. But one would be wrong. The USA “elite”, want Americans dumb, stupid, ignorant. Just Smart enough to do the ever downward spiraling menial jobs for less and less pay, servicing the needs, wants and desires, of the Washington “Elite”. Truth is to the “Elite”, the wooden stake that bloodsuckers fear, the silver bullet which will dispatch the Man-Wolf. Truth is to be feared by the “elite”! Let us examine why that is. Continue reading

America Has a Pedophile Problem.

Jesus said, “Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such are the kingdom of heaven. He said this because a child is innocent. They have not reached that age where they understand that evil exist in this world, that some people are evil. They are trusting. Who of you as parents, have not taken that small hand in yours, and understand that your child puts their whole trust in you, to love them, to keep them safe. The children are the future. What did Jesus say about someone who hurt a child? He said, “It were better for them that a millstone should be hanged around their neck, and be cast into the sea.” He also said, “It were better that they were never born.” It is safe to say,Jesus did not like pedophiles.

Pedophiles are not a new thing. As long as there have been humans, there have been people who looked human, but they are evil, they seem to not possess a soul. What human with a soul could use a child to gratify their perverted sexual lust? I do not think being a cabin boy on a British man of war was a happy experience. father told me stories about when he was a young man, fathers having babies with his own babies. Knew a Pastor of a church, town over who was suspected of molesting his own daughter.My brother walked in on the Youth Pastor from their church, raping his step son. Family i am close to, father raped two of his daughters, repeatedly. SOB died of cancer, but the damage was done. One only has to look at the real news, to understand America has a huge problem with these predators. Continue reading

A War of Aggression: In Perspective

“The principle, on which the war was waged by the North, was simply this: That men may rightfully be compelled to submit to, and support, a government that they do not want; and that resistance, on their part, makes them traitors and criminals.
No principle, that is possible to be named, can be more self-evidently false than this; or more self-evidently fatal to all political freedom. Yet it triumphed in the field, and is now assumed to be established. If it really be established, the number of slaves, instead of having been diminished by the war, has been greatly increased; for a man, thus subjected to a government that he does not want, is a slave.”

– Lysander Spooner

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“Can we whip the South? If we can, our numerical majority has the constitutional right to govern. If we cannot whip them, they contend for the natural right to select their own government. To keep that from happening – to insure that Southerners do not have the right to select their own government – we will remove and destroy every obstacle – if need be, take every life, every acre of land, every particle of property, everything that to us seems proper.”

– William Tecumseh Sherman