sunset from behind the wire

sunset from behind the wire

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Christmas Eve

It's Christmas Eve and the wrapping, baking, tree tinkering and buying has come to an end. Now is the time to recall, why we do all of this. It's for others, not for ourselves. Christmas is indeed a time of giving and moreover of loving. We do this in honor of Jesus Christ, whose message of love, and forgiveness and charity echoes across the ages. Peace on Earth and Good Will to All.

America has given so much to so many in need around the world without the possibility of having those gifts repaid for so many years that the world takes it for granted. The font of that generosity can be found in the same place as the Christmas Season. We still have "In God We Trust" on our currency, even though there are many who would remove it and make us a Godless nation.

I appreciate you who read this blog, who comment on my political rhetoric and sometimes on my silliness. As I've mentioned before here on Virtual Mirage, one reason that I blog is to make a record of the fact that not all people agreed with the disaster that the present regime brought into play. If you are reading this, you - and I - tried to warn the nation that ObamaCare was a very bad idea. We've felt like Cassandra, given the blessing of prophecy and the curse that we would not be believed. I never thought that I'd have gone to a demonstration waving a sign, but I did when the Tea Party spontaneously sprang into existence because I didn't see any recourse. We had to stand up for the Constitution while any of it was left to stand up for.

As I enter 2014, I do so with hope.

We are a blessed people (still). When we turn on the tap, the water is clean. When we flip a switch, the lights come on. There is food on the shelves in the stores, and our crops still grow abundantly. All of the little things that we take for granted are not necessarily the case in many parts of the world. A great deal of blood and sacrifice was necessary to secure the blessings of freedom and liberty for us. It will be there for generations to come if we don't allow it to be taken from us.

Thank you all and Merry Christmas!


A Very Zombie Christmas

Corpses Burning On A Funeral Pyre

Corpses burning on a funeral pyre
Undead nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols punctuated with gunfire
And folks dressed up like commandos

Everybody knows a vigorous head blow
Helps defeat the undead blight
Gun shots right between the running lights
Make it hard for zed to scream and bite.

America's SgtMaj's on his way
He's loaded lots of ammo and weapons on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if head shots make contaminated truly die

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
Breathe, relax, aim, and shoot
Despite the fact it may be the end of days
Merry Christmas to you!



by Rudyard Kipling (1897)

God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
The Captains and the Kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
For frantic boast and foolish word—
Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!