Uploaded on May 29, 2011 by Henry Shivley
Charlie Madison:
I don’t trust people who make bitter reflections about war, Mrs. Barham. It’s always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a Hell it is. And it’s always the widows who lead the Memorial Day parades . . . we shall never end wars, Mrs. Barham, by blaming it on ministers and generals or warmongering imperialists or all the other banal bogies. It’s the rest of us who build statues to those generals and name boulevards after those ministers; the rest of us who make heroes of our dead and shrines of our battlefields. We wear our widows’ weeds like nuns and perpetuate war by exalting its sacrifices….
My brother died at Anzio — an everyday soldier’s death, no special heroism involved. They buried what pieces they found of him. But my mother insists he died a brave death and pretends to be very proud. . . . [N]ow my other brother can’t wait to reach enlistment age. That’ll be in September. May be ministers and generals who blunder us into wars, but the least the rest of us can do is to resist honoring the institution. What has my mother got for pretending bravery was admirable? She’s under constant sedation and terrified she may wake up one morning and find her last son has run off to be brave.
Nothing says it better than this clip!
Agreed.
Wow, that clip is absolutely perfect. That’s the kind of message that desperately needs to be spread on Memorial Day and Veterans’ Day, when statist propaganda and social conditioning are at their peak.
“Go marching after war, Jonny!” “We’ll salute your grave for the worthless reason we went to war.” We died for the F’N joos, don’t ever forget the Holohoax. Yes, the tearful story of oppressed joos struggling to survive, trying to breath through the stench of their own stink. “Let’s spill some American blood”, said some joo in FDR’s administration and so be it.
Joos, one warhead away of solving the problem. No more “Uncle Leo’s” to besmirch your day, no more weaseling, a guy wouldn’t know what to do other than jump for joy! Rid the world of this vermin or they will do the same to us, guaranteed!