American Elephants


It’s Come to This: It’s Time to Ban Trucks! by The Elephant's Child

Gun Control seems to remain as a feature of the conversation. Conservatives keep explaining (and explaining ) that guns are inanimate objects, and it is the shooter who is the problem, but they will have none of that. It’s the guns they want to control. (Since they seem to think Conservatives live in the backwoods of Southern states and are uneducated hicks, possibly they are afraid we will break out of our hideaways and attack them with our guns?)

I was reminded that a large truck, driven by a Muslim immigrant, plowed into a crowd of people in the southern French city of Nice, killed at least 83 people and left 18 in critical condition. It wounded 458.

The scene in Nice was one of devastation, with the heavy-duty white truck stalled amid the bloodshed on the street, its windows smashed and riddled with bullets from police gunfire.

“I saw bodies flying like bowling pins along its route. Heard noises, cries that I will never forget,” he wrote.

Well, clearly, we should ban trucks. Same mindset.

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Good Speech by The Elephant's Child
October 3, 2017, 6:02 am
Filed under: England, France, History, Military, Politics | Tags: , ,

Henry V  by William Shakespeare

This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, will
stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors,
And say ‘Tomorrow is Saint Crispian:’
Then he will strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say “These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son:
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d:
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

……………………..Victory over the French at Agincourt 1415




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