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Tuesday, October 07, 2014

Another restless night has passed, and all
That makes night welcome to the wearied soul
The blessed boon of dark forgetfulness,
Sleep, the sweet parent of a world of dreams
Where pleasure reigns supreme-these all are fled,
And thro' the slow, sad hours, my fevered eyes
Stare, in mute anguish, at the cold blank wall,
Cold as my heart, blank as my aimless life,
Now all is gone that made it worth the living.
Oh, it is terrible when darkest night,
Succeeding to a day of gloomy thoughts,
Brings not the solace that should ease the soul
Of all its weary weight of wretchedness,
But rather magnifies a thousandfold
Those warring elements, and makes the night
The dreary echo of a cheerless day!

Thursday, October 02, 2014

All Rhodes Lead to Whitehall

The remarkable story behind Rudyard Kipling's 'If' - and the swashbuckling renegade who inspired it

This week, Rudyard Kipling's If, that epic evocation of the British virtues of a 'stiff upper lip' and stoicism in the face of adversity, will once again be named as the nation's favourite poem.
The choice will certainly reignite the debate about whether it is, in fact, a great poem - which T. S. Eliot insisted it was not, describing it instead as 'great verse' - or a 'good bad' poem, as Orwell called it.
Indeed, when it was last acclaimed as our favourite 14 years ago, one newspaper dismissed it as 'jingoistic nonsense', while another praised it as 'unforgettable'.
What is not in doubt is that Kipling's four eight-line stanzas of advice to his son, written in 1909, have inspired the nation for a century.
Empire building
Empire-building: Kipling was inspired by a failed British raid against the Boers in 1895
Two of its most resonant lines, 'If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same', stand above the players' entrance to the Centre Court at Wimbledon.
My own father gave a copy to me when I was ten and I carried it around in my wallet for the next 15 years. He felt it was the perfect advice for a son born at the end of the last world war, who could not know what triumphs and disasters lay ahead.
But few of the thousands who have voted for If as their favourite poem (in a poll for radio station Classic FM) know the remarkable story that lies behind the lines published in Kipling's collection of short stories and poems, Rewards And Fairies, in 1910.
For the unlikely truth is that they were composed by the Indian-born Kipling to celebrate the achievements of a man betrayed and imprisoned by the British Government - the Scots-born colonial adventurer Dr Leander Starr Jameson.
Although it may not seem so to the millions who can recite its famous first line ('If you can keep your head when all about you'), If is also a bitter condemnation of the British Government led by Lord Salisbury, and the duplicity of its Colonial Secretary Joseph Chamberlain, for covertly supporting Dr Jameson's raid against the Boers in South Africa's Transvaal in 1896, only to condemn him when the raid failed.
Kipling was a friend of Jameson and was introduced to him, so scholars believe, by another colonial friend and adventurer: Cecil Rhodes, the financier and statesman who extracted a vast fortune from Britain's burgeoning African empire by taking substantial stakes in both diamond and gold mines in southern Africa.
In Kipling's autobiography, Something Of Myself, published in 1937, the year after his death at the age of 70, he acknowledges the inspiration for If in a single reference: 'Among the verses in Rewards was one set called If - they were drawn from Jameson's character, and contained counsels of perfection most easy to give.'
EnlargeKipling
But to explain the nature of Kipling's admiration for Jameson, we need to return to the veldt of southern Africa in the last years of the 19th century.
What was to become South Africa was divided into two British colonies (the Cape Colony and Natal) and two Boer republics (the Orange Free State and Transvaal). Transvaal contained 30,000 white male voters, of Dutch descent, and 60,000 white male 'Uitlanders', primarily British expatriates, whom the Boers had disenfranchised from voting.
Rhodes, then Prime Minister of the Cape Colony, wanted to encourage the disgruntled Uitlanders to rebel against the Transvaal government. He believed that if he sent a force of armed men to overrun Johannesburg, an uprising would follow. By Christmas 1895, the force of 600 armed men was placed under the command of Rhodes's old friend, Dr Jameson.
Back in Britain, British Colonial Secretary Joseph Chamberlain, father of future Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain, had encouraged Rhodes's plan.
But when he heard the raid was to be launched, he panicked and changed his mind, remarking: 'If this succeeds, it will ruin me. I'm going up to London to crush it.'
Chamberlain ordered the Governor General of the Cape Colony to condemn the 'Jameson Raid' and Rhodes for planning it. He also instructed every British worker in Transvaal not to support it.
That was behind the scenes. On the Transvaal border, the impetuous Jameson was growing frustrated by the politicking between London and Cape Town, and decided to go ahead regardless.
On December 29, 1895, he led his men across the Transvaal border, planning to race to Johannesburg in three days - but the raid failed, miserably.
The Boer government's troops tracked Jameson's force from the moment it crossed the border and attacked it in a series of minor skirmishes that cost the raiders vital supplies, horses and indeed the lives of a handful of men, until on the morning of January 2, Jameson was confronted by a major Boer force.
After seeing the Boers kill 30 of his men, Jameson surrendered, and he and the surviving raiders were taken to jail in Pretoria. The raiders never reached Johannesburg and there was no uprising among the Uitlanders.
Cecil Rhodes
Cecil Rhodes, left, in Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) in 1896
The Boer government handed the prisoners, including Jameson, over to the London government for trial. A few days after the raid, the German Kaiser sent a telegram congratulating President Kruger's Transvaal government on its success in suppressing the uprising.
When this was disclosed in the British Press, a storm of anti-German feeling was stirred and Jameson found himself lionised by London society. Fierce anti-Boer and anti-German feelings were inflamed, which soon became known as 'jingoism'.
Jameson was sentenced to 15 months for leading the raid, and the Transvaal government was paid almost £1million in compensation by the British South Africa Company. Cecil Rhodes was forced to step down as Prime Minister of the Cape Colony.
Jameson never revealed the extent of the British Government's support for the raid. This has led a string of Kipling scholars to point out that the poem's lines 'If you can keep your head when all about you / Are losing theirs and blaming it on you' were designed specifically to pay tribute to the courage and dignity of Jameson's silence.
Typical of his spirit, Jameson was not broken by his imprisonment. He decided to return to South Africa after his release and rose to become Prime Minister of the Cape Colony in 1904, leaving office before the creation of the Union of South Africa in 1910.
His stoicism in the face of adversity and his determination not to be deterred from his task are reflected in the lines: 'If you can make a heap of all your winnings / And risk it at one turn of pitch and toss / And lose, and start again from your beginnings / And never breathe a word about your loss . . .'
As Kipling's biographer, Andrew Lycett, puts it: 'In a sense, the poem is a valedictory to Jameson, the politician.'
All in all, an impressive hero for Kipling's son, John. 'If you can fill the unforgiving minute/ With sixty seconds' worth of distance run/ Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it/ And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!'
But Kipling's anger at Jameson's treatment by the British establishment never abated.
Even though the poet had become the first English-speaking recipient of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1907, he refused a knighthood and the Order of Merit from the British Government and the King, just as he refused the posts of Poet Laureate and Companion of Honour.
The tragedy was that Kipling's only son, Lieutenant John Kipling, was to die in World War I at the Battle of Loos in 1915, only a handful of years after his father's most famous poem first appeared. His body was never found.
It was a shock from which Kipling never fully recovered. But his son's spirit, as well as that of Leander Starr Jameson, lives on in the lines of the poem that continues to inspire millions.
As Andrew Lycett told the Daily Mail: 'In these straitened times, the old-fashioned virtues of fortitude, responsibilities and resolution, as articulated in If, become ever more important.'
Long may they remain so.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

THE SYMBOL for fighting terrorists.

I just left a meeting with a Senior Congressman on Capitol Hill.

The information I received from that meeting astounded me.  The first thing I've done is sit down and write you this email ... the information is that important.

The Congressman and I were speaking about matters of national security.  The conversation naturally turned to the Islamic State (also referred to as ISIS or ISIL) and the threat it poses.  As we were talking, I explained the tragic use of the Arabic "N" on Christian houses ... and the Congressman had no idea what I was speaking about.  Once I was done explaining this, he told me he was positive few Americans are aware of this as well. 

Today alone, Islamic State jihadists will kill 100 or more Christians in Iraq and Syria.  They are attempting to commit genocide against Christians.  Now, you know me.  I rarely discuss religion.  But this isn't about religion as you'll soon read.

The Islamic State has an efficient method to their extermination practices.  They send "scout" troops into villages who identify and mark Christian homes with the Arabic letter "N" – which is shorthand for “Nasrani,” or Nazarene: a Christian.  The commando brigade follows shortly, and offers anyone who remains in these homes the choice of convert, submit or die.  If the jihadists opt for the latter, the usual methods include crucifixion or beheading – even of children!

The symbol I’m speaking about looks like this:

 
When I asked the Congressman why he thought he hadn't heard about this practice, he said something to me that was startling in its simplicity.  "They're beheading journalists.  As a result no journalist will go into this area to report, for fear of meeting the same fate."  As much as I typically blame a left-leaning media for the lack of important information ... I realized he was right.  The Islamic State has ensured they can conduct their Christian genocide in secret.

The reason:  Islamic State jihadists are headed here.  They do not want Americans to know what is in store for us.

The point the Congressman left me with was this:

If the media is too scared to report on, or lacks information to inform the public about these atrocities, it's up to CSP to get the message out.  He was adamant that the organizations who care most about America must inform Americans about this horror. 

He wants to work with me to make sure that this symbol becomes THE SYMBOL for fighting terrorists. I've been wearing a pin (see below) with this symbol on it since we received them only days ago, to show solidarity with Christians and to indicate that I will not let America fall into the hands of terrorists.


I know you're aware of the reports of Islamic State training grounds on the Mexican border.  I know you're probably aware of the reports of Islamic State sleeper cells that exist across this country.  I believe these reports are credible and the threat is real and imminent.  You and I are the exception.  The average American doesn't know and isn't prepared to fight.


This Congressman plans to wear one, and help me distribute the pin to other Members of Congress.  Given my full schedule, this is no small task.  But it's essential.

For a small, tax deductible donation we will send you one or more pins.  Please use this link to connect to the donation page and see the options available.  It was expensive to get them made on short notice -- but frankly, we just couldn't wait.  Please donate to get one for you and a handful for friends.  Help us inform America of the terror that awaits if we don't take action.
 
 
With best regards and heartfelt thanks for your love of our country and your help in securing it.

Frank Gaffney
President and CEO
Center for Security Policy

 

Monday, September 08, 2014

Black Enslavement:
A number of months ago I wrote about the trail of deceit and payola that is the route taken by those that bought and paid for Barack Obama. It has its roots in that 1979 Article from the Chicago Tribune by Valerie Jarrett's Father in law, the noted communist Vernon Jarrett. He basically asked the Arabs to buy the black race in America and enslave them to the Arab need for a caliphate that would be built on the backs of blacks very much as they built the pyramids of ancient Egypt. It was slaves, nubian and other wise that toiled following their entrapment and capture in Africa. The door to the capture of that earlier group of victims was money, spread around by the muslims of that day, willing to take what was not theirs and turn a man into a commodity to be bought and sold. The Egyptians knew the practice well and it was a Jew named Joseph who supervised the prosperity of one era into the saving grace of the next. It has always amazed me how the plans of man that have evil intent can be used by a gracious God to do immeasurable good. The famine and the starvation that would follow were forestalled by a man of faith whose God granted him favor and honored his loyalty.
Today the black race of America have been enslaved on the government plantation of dependence and indolence, where right has become wrong, good has become bad, and ingenuity and individual effort are for many to be mocked and derided. Not all blacks are that way and the list is not a short one of black success. But the odds against that success are great and to rise up and out of a culture of dependence has many factors working against and few working for those who struggle to succeed.
In a mark of the consciousness of a nation that had risen above the notion of color as a plus or a minus, we welcomed the opportunity to see one man of color rise to the pinnacle of success in the land. He claimed the highest office of the land due to his acceptance as something we have learned to our woe to have not been true. He was not the champion of equality that we thought he was proclaiming himself to be. He was not the great bridge of the gulf between races and has proven himself to be a race bait-tor par excellence. The change that he sought was not the American dream on steroids but the failed marxist notion of theft from one man who succeeds to be gifted to another who happens to have a need. Not a charitable notion but a demand with the gun of government to the head. So we fell for it hook, line and sinker and are paying a terrible price.
Now we stand at a turning point of American history as many wake up to the realization that communism is being forced on us by a con and a liar. We did not buy it when we saw it from afar and now that it is on our shores and has insidiously wormed its way into every facet of the federal government with its heavy club of the threat of law and the punishment that it can wield, we are aghast. Beyond the shock though is the anger of righteous indignation as we see that the forces that make the country great have been treated as the new terrorists. Christians, service members, and Constitution quoters have been singled out for rebuke and treated as criminals. Someone has lost sight of who built this nation and whose God blessed it into being the great city on a hill that it was. We are now suspect on the international stage as we no longer support our allies and instead are in favor of a world view that other nations can no longer trust. It is a shame that we have sunk so low, but with the help of the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, who in days past has rewarded our obedience to his commands, we can rise again. In the meantime we have some house cleaning to do.
Traitor - Thy Name is Obama. It is time to be rid of you.
- Dr. Jim Garrow -

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Veedub's Jokes

edub says:
Arriving In Heaven

All arrivals in heaven have to go through a bureaucratic examination to determine whether admission will be granted. One room has a clerk who inputs computerized records of what each applicant did on his or her last day of life.

The first applicant of the day explains that his last day was not a good one. "I came home early and found my wife lying naked in bed.

She claimed she had just gotten out of the shower.

Well, her hair was dry and I checked the shower and it was completely dry too.

I knew she was into some hanky-panky and I began to look for her lover.

I went onto the balcony of our 9th floor apartment and found the SOB clinging to the rail by his fingertips. I was so angry that I began bashing his fingers with a flower pot. He let go and fell, but his fall was broken by some awnings and bushes. On seeing he was still alive I found super human strength to drag our antique cedar chest to the balcony and throw it over. It hit the man and killed him. At this point the stress got to me and I suffered a massive heart attack and died."

The clerk thanked him and sent him on to the waiting room.

The second applicant said that his last day was his worst.

"I was on the roof of an apartment building working on the AC equipment. I stumbled over my tools and toppled off the building.

I managed to grab onto the balcony rail of a 9th floor apartment but some idiot came rushing out on the balcony and bashed my hands with a flower pot. I fell but hit some awnings and bushes and survived, but as I looked up I saw a huge chest falling toward me.

I tried to crawl out of the way but failed and was hit and killed by the chest."

The clerk couldn't help but chuckle as he directs the man to the waiting room.

He is still giggling when his third customer of the day enters.

He apologizes and says "I doubt that your last day was as interesting as the two fellow that arrived here just before you."

"I don't know" replies the man.

"Picture this, I'm buck naked hiding in this cedar chest......"

Posted on 23 Aug 2014 22:27:13 BDT
Veedub says:
Way down in the deep south, in an area known as the 'Bible Belt,' there lived a Baptist minister with a very large congregation.
One morning, after a particularly moving sermon, he announced, "Friends I have been hearing very nasty rumours!" The crowd fell into an expectant silence.
The Minister continued, "One of you, here among us, has been reporting that I am a member of the dreaded 'Ku Klux Klan.' This, of course, is not true! I am asking that the guilty party confess and apologise now - right here - before my flock of loyal followers."

A nun quickly stood up blushing and trembling and pleaded, "Minister, please, I don't know how this all came to be. I just mentioned to one of the other nuns that you were a wizard under the sheets."

Posted on 23 Aug 2014 22:29:00 BDT
Veedub says:
An Indian chief consulted his medicine man about a problem that had been going through his mind. He told him -

"Being chief have three wifes. Year ago I receive gift of skin off a hippopotamus from friend who go to Africa. Skin on floor of teepee along with skins from buffalo.

One night get drunk on firewater, make whoopee with two wives each on buffalo skin and third wife on skin from hippopotamus.

Nine months later wives who had whoopee with on buffalo each give birth to a son, but wife who I had on hippopotamus had twin sons. Is there magic in hippopotamus skin?"

"No." said the witchdoctor "Is simple mathematical equation."

"Squaw on Hippopotamus is equal to squaws on other two hides!"

Posted on 25 Aug 2014 17:59:41 BDT
Veedub says:
John, a lifelong white racist living in the East End of London is in a major

Car crash.

When he comes round 3 days later in hospital the surgeon says: "I've got

Good news and bad news.....the bad news is you have had 2 pints of African

Blood and 2 pints of Pakistani blood."

John screams "What the hell is the good news then?"

"Your penis is 6" longer and you are top of the housing list"

Posted on 25 Aug 2014 18:11:51 BDT
Veedub says:
The missus said this morning she's getting old.
She said she got out of bed and had chest pains.
She said, "I looked down and realised.........
.
.
I was standing on my own nipples."

Posted on 25 Aug 2014 18:57:36 BDT
Veedub says:
A fat woman got stuck in the door of my local italian buffet. I just couldnt get pasta.

Posted on 25 Aug 2014 18:58:56 BDT
Veedub says:
Meteoroligical news..............

Due to the PC brigade requiring more reflection of Britains multicultural make up, British weather , especially English weather, has now been abolished.
In future weather will reflect a different culture each year in rotation.
2014 will be Britains first year of muslim weather, the long term forecast currently predicts the year will be occasionally Sunni, but mainly Shiite.

Posted on 25 Aug 2014 19:26:32 BDT
Veedub says:
This young lad is out drinking, and starts chatting to a much older woman. He's only 23 years old, she's 49 and looks damn fine for her age. One thing leads to another, and the talk starts to get suggestive.

"Tell me", says the woman, "I know a lot of men fantasise about being with a mother and daughter together. I wondered if you'd be interested ....".

Well, they can't get back to her place fast enough. She opens the front door, leads him in, and shouts up the stairs, "Mum, are you still awake ?"

Posted on 25 Aug 2014 22:29:24 BDT
Veedub says:
One afternoon a lawyer was riding in his limousine when he saw two men on the road-side eating grass.

Disturbed, he ordered his driver to stop and he got out to investigate.

He asked one man, "Why are you eating grass ?"
"We don't have any money for food," the poor man replied. "We have to eat grass."

"Well, then, you can come with me to my house and I'll feed you," the lawyer said.

"But sir, I have a wife and two children with me. They are over there, under that tree."
"Bring them along," the lawyer replied.

Turning to the other poor man he stated, "You come with us also."

The second man, in a pitiful voice, then said,
"But sir, I also have a wife and SIX children with me !"

"Bring them all as well," the lawyer answered.

They all entered the car, which was no easy task, even for a car as large as the limo was.

Once under way, one of the poor fellows turned to the lawyer and said, "Sir, you are too kind." "Thank you for taking all of us with you.

The lawyer replied, "Glad to do it. "You'll really love my place.

The grass is almost a foot high"

Posted on 25 Aug 2014 22:43:10 BDT
Veedub says:
Two old ladies are sitting outside their old peoples' home having a smoke and a drink. It starts to rain, so the first old lady pulls out a condom packet, rips it open, snips the end off the condom and puts it on her cigarette. "What's that?" Mable asks. "It's a condom," Ethel says. "It keeps my cigarettes dry when it rains." "That's a good idea. But where do you get them?" "Oh, you can pick them up at any chemist shop." "I'll have to get some of those," Mable says. The next day, Mable hobbles off to the local chemist's. Inside, she goes straight up to the young assistant. "Do you sell condoms?" she asks. The assistant, obviously embarrassed by the little old lady asking for condoms, coughs and splutters a response. "Um, yes we do." He manages to regain his composure and continues. "What sort were you after exactly?"

"Oh, I don't care, just as long as they fit a camel."

Posted on 25 Aug 2014 22:57:57 BDT
Veedub says:
Old Mabel lives in the nursing home. She's a bit senile and a right character, and loves whizzing around at high speed in her wheelchair. The staff and other residents have a habit of playing good-natured pranks on her.
One day she's hurtling along the corridor when another resident stands in front of her, holds his hand up and tells her to stop. "Can I see your driving licence please madam", he says. She rummages about in her handbag, pulls out an old bus ticket and shows it to the man. "Very good, madam, you may go on your way".

So off she goes, to be confronted a little later on by another old man. "Can I see your insurance documents, please madam". She has another rummage in her handbag, pulls out an old sweet wrapper, and shows it to him. "Thankyou madam, that's all in order, off you go".

Round the next corner she comes across a male nurse standing there with his trousers around his ankles.
"Oh no", she says, "Not the breathalyser again !"


Posted on 25 Aug 2014 23:07:02 BDT
Veedub says:
A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his
mouth and nose, still heavily sedated from a difficult four hour surgical procedure
A young student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath.
Nurse,' he mumbles, from behind the mask 'Are my testicles black?'

Embarrassed, the young nurse replies 'I don't know, Sir. I'm only here to wash
your upper body.'
He struggles to ask again, 'Nurse, are my testicles black?'
Concerned that he may elevate his vitals from worry about his testicles, she overcomes her
embarrassment and sheepishly pulls back the covers. She raises his gown, holds his
penis in one hand and his testicles in the other, lifting and moving them around and around gently.
Then, she takes a close look and says, 'No sir, they aren't and I assure you, there's nothing wrong
with them, Sir !!'
The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly,
'Thank you very much. That was wonderful, but listen very, very closely.....
.
.
' A r e - m y - t e s t - r e s u l t s -b a c k ?'