Men of the West
There is, understandably, a great deal of fervent pro-British sentiment in the blogosphere today, typified by Ed Morrisey's clarion that today We Are All Britons. 
This is a stirring sentiment, yet I cannot wholeheartedly endorse it. Mostly because I saw what happened in the days following the declaration of the world that they were all Americans now. Many said it for reasons that should not gladden an American heart. They said it because we'd just been kicked in the teeth. They said it because we were bleeding. Once it became clear, to ourselves and to the world, that the Clinton days of lobbing a couple of cruise missiles at a sand dune and convening a grand jury were over, that we were going to kick in some teeth ourselves, the Old Glorgasms faded pretty quickly in a lot of places.
Not Great Britain, though. The Australians, the Poles, the Czechs, the Hungarians.... may we all continue to stand together with Great Britain, the latest to have her nose bloodied, but surely not the last. Today, we are all Men of the West.
By all that we hold dear on this earth I bid you stand, men of the West!
How my heart leapt when Aragorn delivered that line. Yes, yes, Viggo Mortensen is a vapid lefty 'tard. It matters no more than Ingrid Bergman's extramarital escapades invalidate one of the greatest nun portrayals on film.
I love the way the Brits have responded; the sappy Live and Let Di public mourning has been swept aside as a nation dives into the pubs, goes back into the Tube and flips the Islamofascists a hearty "Sod Off." Greg Gutfeld reports from London:
Bombs go off around the corner and the Brits do what they do best - they go to the pub and get drunk and make the best of it. [Warning: if you have a low tolerance for Queer Eye Camp, do not follow the link.]
This is a stirring sentiment, yet I cannot wholeheartedly endorse it. Mostly because I saw what happened in the days following the declaration of the world that they were all Americans now. Many said it for reasons that should not gladden an American heart. They said it because we'd just been kicked in the teeth. They said it because we were bleeding. Once it became clear, to ourselves and to the world, that the Clinton days of lobbing a couple of cruise missiles at a sand dune and convening a grand jury were over, that we were going to kick in some teeth ourselves, the Old Glorgasms faded pretty quickly in a lot of places.Not Great Britain, though. The Australians, the Poles, the Czechs, the Hungarians.... may we all continue to stand together with Great Britain, the latest to have her nose bloodied, but surely not the last. Today, we are all Men of the West.
How my heart leapt when Aragorn delivered that line. Yes, yes, Viggo Mortensen is a vapid lefty 'tard. It matters no more than Ingrid Bergman's extramarital escapades invalidate one of the greatest nun portrayals on film.
I love the way the Brits have responded; the sappy Live and Let Di public mourning has been swept aside as a nation dives into the pubs, goes back into the Tube and flips the Islamofascists a hearty "Sod Off." Greg Gutfeld reports from London:
Bombs go off around the corner and the Brits do what they do best - they go to the pub and get drunk and make the best of it. [Warning: if you have a low tolerance for Queer Eye Camp, do not follow the link.]
Posted by Kathy on
Friday July 8, 2005 at 3:46pm