Migs Mayfield: How ’bout a toast to Operation Cinder?
Hess: Now there’s a man who knows his history.
Mayfield: No, I don’t just know it. I lived it. I was in Burnin Konn.
Hess: Burnin Konn?
Mayfield: Mmm.
Hess: That was a hard day. I had to make many unpleasant decisions.
Mayfield: Yes, you did. Entire city gone in moments, along with everybody in it. We lost our whole division that day. Man, that was like 5-10,000 people.
Hess: Yep. All heroes of the Empire.
Mayfield: Yeah. And all dead.
Hess: Well, it’s a small sacrifice for the greater good, son.
Mayfield: Depends on who you ask, don’t you think?
Hess: [irritated] What you gettin’ at, trooper?
Mayfield: All those people, the ones who died, was it good for them? Hmm? Their families? The guys I served with? Civilians, those poor mud scuffers, died defending their homes, fighting for freedom. Was it good for them?
[Mayfield chuckles, then fires a blaster at Hess' chest, killing him instantly. He and Mando then shoot their way out of the mess hall] ~From The Mandalorian, Season 2, Ep. 7 "The Believer"
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Hospitaler: One may stare into the light, until one becomes the light. I've done it many times.
Balian of Ibelin: [throws a rock at a bush that catches fire by the spark] There's your religion. One spark, a creosote bush. There's your Moses. I did not hear it speak.
Hospitaler: That does not mean that there is no God. Do you love her?
Balian of Ibelin: Yes.
Hospitaler: The heart will mend. Your duty is to the people of the city. I go to pray.
Balian of Ibelin: For what?
Hospitaler: For the strength to endure what is to come.
Balian of Ibelin: And what is to come?
Hospitaler: The reckoning is to come for what was done one hundred years before. The Muslims will never forget. Nor should they.
[the Hospitaler slowly walks away as a second bush several yards from the burning one catches fire. The Hospitaler is nowhere to be seen in the clear and open desert]
~From the film Kingdom Of Heaven.
So, middle of the night my time, America and Israel attacked Iran (Again.)
On the one hand, I'm gonna guess that it's going to be another case of "Drop a few bombs and try to declare victory" like the last time, not least because this shit has barely started and Trump is already demanding Iran's surrender.
He won't get it.
Personally, I don't think what's left of the United States Of America has the attention span or the capability to fight this out for as long as it could take, nor do I think Israel has the guts or the stamina to keep it going by themselves. The Iranians on the other hand, do. My gut feeling is that this is a bad idea.
This isn't a serious war or a well-planned operation. It's an attempt to distract from the Epstein files and Trump's growing unpopularity. That won't work. And the enemy gets a vote.
I don't like Iran's government either, but they weren't doing anything to us.
And don't forget that Iran is allied to China and Russia, and in particular Iran is Russia's drone arsenal.
My feeling is that those countries don't want their status quo upset.
China, Iran, and Russia, I think the odds are pretty good that if all three decided to pull some crazy shit all at once we probably couldn't handle it very well.
But then they're not trying to win a war, they're trying to win the news cycle for the next 24 hours.
The shit should've been named Operation Jackass.
These idiots think Internet Content equals Authority when the truth is that none of this shit works like that.
These fucking people are continually trying to suck all the joy out of everyone else's life and all the oxygen out of the room because they think they're gonna use that shit to power getting high off their own narcissism for all of Eternity, presumably (they think) in some AI Cloud after they die or some shit.
The Soul is eternal and when you die your Soul isn't gonna go into some computer. God is going to judge your ass one way or the other.
Proclaim ye this among the Gentiles; Prepare war, wake up the mighty men, let all the men of war draw near; let them come up: Beat your plowshares into swords and your pruning-hooks into spears: let the weak say, I am strong. Assemble yourselves, and come, all ye heathen, and gather yourselves together round about: thither cause thy mighty ones to come down, O Lord. Let the heathen be wakened, and come up to the valley of Jehoshaphat: for there will I sit to judge all the heathen round about. Put ye in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe: come, get you down; for the press is full, the fats overflow; for their wickedness is great. Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision: for the day of the Lord is near in the valley of decision. ~Joel 3:9-14
But then, I think these idiots took a look at MAGA and their remaining followers...most of whom are people that'll be impacted by their ridiculously-bad decision-making skills at this point, stopped looking at that shrinking cultic base awhile ago and simply decided in their heads that They are God.
It's hubris, in the Classical sense, and these morons are determined to fly too close to the Sun.
The only problem is they want all the rest of us to come crashing back to Earth with them.
Life isn't like that, and trust me when I say nobody wants to live off shit like Liver and Onions, not least of all for These Fucking People or their profits or their wars.
America does not have the national spirit or the ideals of common good or sacrifice that my grandparents' generation had and those were the last people I can think of who ever ate anything like liver and onions by choice.
Also I'm here to tell you that Mr. Gas Station Roller Meat-Face has never had to eat that shit in his life.
We've got to take the neighborhood back. We've got to go in there. Just forget telling your child to go to the Peace Corps. It's right around the corner. It's standing on the corner. It can't speak English. It doesn't want to speak English. I can't even talk the way these people talk. "Why you ain't where you is go." I don't know who these people are. And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk. Then I heard the father talk. This is all in the house. You used to talk a certain way on the corner and you got into the house and switched to English. Everybody knows it's important to speak English except these knuckleheads. You can't land a plane with "why you ain't…". You can't be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth. There is no Bible that has that kind of language. Where did these people get the idea that they're moving ahead on this? Well, they know they're not, they're just hanging out in the same place, five or six generations sitting in the projects when you're just supposed to stay there long enough to get a job and move out. ~Bill Cosby, the "Pound Cake" speech.
Cuz if he had, he wouldn't be telling us to eat that kind of garbage, it's gross.
I haven't had to eat anything like that since I was a little kid and I don't intend to start again anytime soon, fuck these motherfuckers.
Stop tolerating this bullshit.
Because there's a very good chance that these clowns are gonna get into a mess they can't extract themselves from (and that's who comes first in their minds, not us) much less the rest of us.
I mean for fuck's sake, if they couldn't keep the toilets on the USS Ford working the odds that they're otherwise planning a masterclass in air and naval strike warfare are pretty fucking thin.
'Cause if you can't get the basic things or the small things right, odds are you ain't gonna care enough to get the big things right either. I learned that in the Air Force my own damn self, seriously.
And if there's anything we already know about These Fucking People it's that they don't wanna put in the work.
[Addressing crowd after killing gladiator in solo fight] Are you not entertained? ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!?! Is this not why you are here?! [throws away sword and spits at the ground, then leaves] ~Maximus Decimus Meridius, from the film Gladiator.
Same people wanna start some kind of 1,000-front war with the whole rest of the damn world.
I don't think that's gonna work out how they think it will.
You either believe in freedom or you don't, and it's gonna come down to a fight...and not just for the Iranians, either.
Слава Україна!
Like the brass cannon; let the brow overwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock Overhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonor not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you called fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'
~William Shakespeare, Henry V.
The Holy Quran says it, "Pilgrimage to the House [of God built by the prophet Abraham] is a duty men owe to God; those who are able, make the journey." (3:97) Allah said: "And proclaim the pilgrimage among men; they will come to you on foot and upon each lean camel, they will come from every deep ravine" (22:27). Every one of the thousands at the airport, about to leave for Jeddah, was dressed this way. You could be a king or a peasant and no one would know. Some powerful personages, who were discreetly pointed out to me, had on the same thing I had on. Once thus dressed, we all had begun intermittently calling out "Labbayka! (Allahumma) Labbayka!" (Here I come, O Lord!) Packed in the plane were white, black, brown, red, and yellow people, blue eyes and blond hair, and my kinky red hair -- all together, brothers! All honoring the same God, all in turn giving equal honor to each other. . . .That is when I first began to reappraise the "white man." It was when I first began to perceive that "white man," as commonly used, means complexion only secondarily; primarily it described attitudes and actions. In America, "white man" meant specific attitudes and actions toward the black man, and toward all other non-white men. But in the Muslim world, I had seen that men with white complexions were more genuinely brotherly than anyone else had ever been. That morning was the start of a radical alteration in my whole outlook about "white" men. ~Malcolm X.
