Say Anything Blog

I think McCain needs to stop telling people what we can say or not say, does he really think the General election is going to be this tea party or that the Clintons or Obama is going to stick a knife in McCain’s back.

I think that if McCain starts bad mouthing Republicans for political statements he might just turn us off and cause us to stay home and vote for no one.

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Not a Warmonger?

MacDaddy

A Statesman?

Warmonger: “somebody who is eager for war or tries to start a war.”

No one hates war more than a soldier for they know the real costs of war and McCain knows that cost more than most as he paid the highest price short of death as a soldier. The difference is that a soldier knows that sometimes the soil of liberty must be nourished by the blood of its young, and when we are attacked or the health and safety of our nation is at risk, the soldier is the one that reluctantly stands up to say “I’ll go!” The soldier, McCain, would NEVER be eager to go to war or start one, they truly hate war!

I don’t like a lot about McCain, but to apply the warmonger label to him is not only wrong, it is horribly wrong.

No matter the age or state of health, for a military man it is always glorious to tilt at windmills, rescue a fair Dulcinea and be a gallant knight in armor in a glorious cause.

WOOF’s “warmonger”:

We do share a secret, but it is not a romantic remembrance of war. War is awful. When nations seek to resolve their differences by force of arms, a million tragedies ensue. Nothing, not the valor with which it is fought nor the nobility of the cause it serves, can glorify war. War is wretched beyond description. Whatever gains are secured by war, it is loss that the veteran remembers. Only a fool or a fraud sentimentalizes the cruel and merciless reality of war.

Neither do we share a nostalgia for the exhilaration of combat. That exhilaration, after all, is really the sensation of choking back fear. I think we are all proud to have once overcome the paralysis of terror. But few of us are so removed from the memory of that terror to mistake it today for a welcome thrill.

What we share is something harder to explain. It is in part a pride for having sacrificed together for a cause greater than our individual pursuits; pride for having your courage and honor tested and affirmed in a fearsome moment of history; pride for having replaced comfort and security with misery and deprivation and not been broken by the experience.

“Conservatives Love War” is the mindless, hate filled calumny we conservatives have heard on more than one occasion. Typically, the charge is leveled by some effete twit who has had absolutely no contact with military service or the men who fill her ranks.

A troll is someone who only wants to stir up trouble, not have an honest debate.  Some signs that a poster is a troll:
* Dodges questions from other posters * Refuses to give sources
* When one of its arguments is shown to be false, either ignores the proof or moves the goalposts.  Heh. (From the LGF faq)

“These great national problems are not for your professional participation or military solution. Your guidepost stands out like a tenfold beacon in the night: Duty, Honor, Country.

You are the leaven which binds together the entire fabric of our national system of defense. From your ranks come the great captains who hold the Nation’s destiny in their hands the moment the war tocsin (bell, horn) sounds.

The long gray line has never failed us. Were you to do so, a million ghosts in olive drab, in brown khaki, in blue and gray, would rise from their white crosses, thundering those magic words: Duty, Honor, Country.

This does not mean that you are warmongers. On the contrary, the soldier above all other people prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears ring the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all philosophers: ”Only the dead have seen the end of war.”

Douglas MacArthur, General of the Army, Farewell Address at West Point, May 16, 1962

No matter the age or state of health, for a military man it is always glorious to tilt at windmills, rescue a fair Dulcinea and be a gallant knight in armor in a glorious cause.