Such a prescient, beautiful sentiment.

Wednesday, 22 July 2009

Just Read These Words, You Stupid, Stupid Government!

As The Young Soldiers Die,The Babies Cry.


What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty horizons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

Wilfred Owen, September - October, 1917

I want these deaths to die away,
To no more bring such grief their way;
To let these families mourn
And grieve for those so born,
To give their lives so needlessly,
In grotesque vanity,
And for electoral victory.

Please bring an end to war and awfulness,
Such innocence, so under stress.
Soldiers should be for our defence,
Not for political expedience.
Left and right unite to bring some sense,

Be done with all this arrogance.

Anon, 1942.

Bring our soldiers home. It’s utter madness and very, very expensive. Jimmy Snot, you want our soldiers to die? OK, make it at least worthwhile, you two faced piece of excrement. If only these terrible losses were worthwhile. Oh, by the way, have a nice holiday. The troops will die happily you are safe and well in The Lakes. Arsehole PM, arsehole Government.


  1. Quite difficult to add to this, OR.

  2. Oh OR, the destruction, the grief. It may not be an appropriate post to ask but has David Cameron laid out any plans to halt this killing?

  3. God willing, Subrosa. If he has not why should we not hound him? I am at war with my own arrogant and selfish MP, over so much but at least the bugger can't sack me!

  4. To-day we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
    We had daily cleaning. And to-morrow morning,
    We shall have what to do after firing. But to-day,
    To-day we have naming of parts. Japonica
    Glistens like coral in all of the neighboring gardens,
    And to-day we have naming of parts.

    This is the lower sling swivel. And this
    Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,
    When you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,
    Which in your case you have not got. The branches
    Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
    Which in our case we have not got.

    This is the safety-catch, which is always released
    With an easy flick of the thumb. And please do not let me
    See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy
    If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms
    Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see
    Any of them using their finger.

    And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this
    Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it
    Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this
    Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards
    The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
    They call it easing the Spring.

    They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy
    If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,
    And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,
    Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom
    Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,

    For to-day we have naming of parts.

    Part II. "Judging Distances" »

  5. Hopefully Cameron will have the sense to pull our lads out of this uwinnable war, OR. This is now our very own Vietnam and if McFuckwit had any kind of a conscience never mind a "Presbyterian" one, whatever that is, he should hang his head in shame. I can't, however, envisage any change in policy before the election.

  6. Ye Labourites by name, give an ear, give an ear,
    Ye Labourites by name, give an ear,
    Ye Labourites by name,
    Your fautes I will proclaim,
    Your doctrines I maun blame, you shall hear.
    What is Right, and What is Wrang, by the law, by the law?
    What is Right and what is Wrang by the law?
    What is Right, and what is Wrang?
    A short sword, and a lang,
    A weak arm and a strang, for to draw.
    What makes heroic strife, famed afar, famed afar?
    What makes heroic strife famed afar?
    What makes heroic strife?
    To whet th' assassin's knife,
    Or hunt a Parent's life, wi' bluidy war?
    Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in the state,
    Then let your schemes alone in the state.
    Then let your schemes alone,
    Adore the rising sun,
    And leave a man undone, to his fate.

    With slight adjustments to Ye Jacobites by Name - The Burns version).

    The 'North Sea Gas' version on youtube is good.

  7. If only we could reach the guilty!

  8. Lions sent to war and equipped by political Donkeys who think they know better than the generals.

  9. That's unkind to donkeys, Roy.

  10. Who does not despair at the stupidity of politicians?

    Who, apart from politicians, does not realise that to admit a mistake and to right a wrong is strength, not weakness?

    Who, in the course of a government's tenure, does not at least occasionally regret not HOW they voted, but that they voted at all?

  11. I can never regret voting. Only the outcomes. Great comment, Taranis.

  12. Lalalalalalalalala - I can't hear you and neither can my trusty sidekick (or should that be arsewipe) Bollox Bob Ainsworth.