THE CAUSE (1918) By Paul Scott Mowrer Poet laureate of New Hampshire
Let but the cause seem beautiful, dear God, If we must die. Make us believe, in truth, For all mankind we thus forswear our youth, To stay till end of time the oppressor's rod; That but for us, harsh power would ride rough-shod Through freedom's delicate gardens, and the tooth Of hatred rend our people without ruth; So might we sleep contented, under the sod.
For else, who knows what gladness here on earth Was destined us, what nobly high employ? Oh, hard it is that youth should cease to be! For now came love, with a great glad rebirth To company our way, and now came joy! Not death we fear, but death's futility.
Thank you to all veterans, past & present, who have sacrificed their time and lives to maintain our freedom.
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
I am re-posting this entry with the conviction that this thing is NOT over until the people have spoken. Go to the polls tomorrow & make your voice heard. We can, and will, win. God Bless America.
In 1948, the Chicago Tribune thought it had it all figured out too.
How’d that work out for you Chicago effen Tribune? Anyone see a parallel?
Folks, it isn’t time to give up. Rachel has a stirring reminder, even if based in a fantasy world. Still, the conviction holds true: we must NOT give in to the enemy while still drawing breath.
Four years ago, just about this time of year, my bud Paul was visiting while letting his dog run over here at the homestead. He was PLENTY worried about the certain impending defeat of W, & the election of Kerry. Being in the gun business, a Kerry presidency would have been a disaster. The polls all indicated a double-digit defeat for “our” man; there wasn’t much room for optimism.
I asked him if he remembered Spiro Agnew’s “Silent Majority”. He did, but what the hell has that got to do with anything?
Simple- real Americans are still strong in this country, & see reality IN SPITE of what the media would have us believe. We’re not noisy, & we don’t have time to be in the streets chanting the socialist drivel that attracts the media. We’re not “popular” in the sense that every time we fart, there’s a media clown there to record the wondrous experience. We don’t have the alleged intellectual prowess of Susan Sarandon, George Clooney, Madonna, Sean Penn, Matt Damon, et al; we just make up our minds for ourselves. So, I told Paul, we will be OK, & I was right.
This, BTW, is not to illustrate how wicked smaht I am politically, only to show that Americans are a stronger, smarter group than anyone believes. I just had faith in our countrymen. Remember the post-election red/blue county map from 2004? Who would’ve thought it possible at the end of October 2004? Just us Americans, and we told the world how it was going to be.
So lads & lasses of these here United States, buck up. Yeah, it’s a fight, but since when do you back away from the good fight? We don’t need an empty suit curtailing our rights & leading us into socialism, & we do need someone who will command respect from the rest of the world.
But what of all the “educated” media that know better than we do?
Well, I figured getting there an hour early would be adequate; my plan was 100% FAIL. We arrived on the site, after a few hundred yard walk from parking the truck, at 1530. The line already snaked around a couple buildings, & I was told the capacity of the hall in which it would be held was about 400. There were 3 times that many people when we got there.
The pick of Peterborough was interesting; having a McCain rally there is like having a Black Panther rally in a synagogue- kind of an incompatible demographic. P’boro is kind of artsy-fartsy, & definitely a lib stronghold. FWIW, I saw a surprising number of McCain/Palin signs in yards on the way up.
Aaaanyway, here’s a couple pics of the crowd when we got there. (click for big for all pics)
(Sarah got in the way of this shot...)
There were a number of O supporters (see above), generally being cool, but there were a couple of obnoxious types including one beyotch wearing a getup crudely made from an American flag. I had to restrain my self from delivering the dope slap she so richly deserved. I couldn’t honor her with a photograph.
These kids posed for me, as I couldn’t get a good shot otherwise- commendable thought expressed there.
A few small-town gunnies on hand as well. The guy with the “no socialism” sign calls ‘em like he sees ‘em. People kept arriving, but by 1645, there was still no sign of the Straight Talk Express. As the temperature dropped to about 33, Mrs. DT seemed to inexplicably lose her enthusiasm for the experience. We moseyed on over to the hall area, but all was blocked off, even to pedestrian traffic.
So- no sightings of the new President, but plenty of hootin’ ‘n hollerin’ for our guy. The crowd was enthusiastic; I certainly believe that will carry into the hall for the lucky (timely) 400.
I also believe that enthusiasm will carry across America on Tuesday.