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I've had enough of someone else's propaganda. I'm for truth, no matter who tells it. I'm for justice, no matter who it's for or against. I'm a human being first and foremost, and as such I am for whoever and whatever benefits humanity as a whole.
If you listen to Col. MacGregor (sp) Zelensky will be lucky to last another 60 days or so... [Link]
Highlander, I am half Scots half English , like it or not. I have ancestry that remembers Glencoe. Yes that line three generations later was at...
Learning from their great role models. The Nazis called their state the "Thousand-Year Reich".
Considering that Jill Stein is Jewish, Netanyahu's claim is interesting, but Stein is not in alone in her disagreement with the Zionists: Zionism...
Interesting to see these punches between an Englishman and a Scotsman... We just need an Irishman to give us the punchline.
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โLord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth into battle โ be Thou near them! With them โ in spirit โ we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe.
O Lord our God, help us tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended in the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames in summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it โ
For our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!
We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
Mark Twain