Fightin' Words Mar. 1, 2008 Show
Fightin' Words: Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775. His day is marching on. Since God is marching on. Our God is marching on. While God is marching on. Our God is marching on.
I butchered some of the most inspirational texts out there, so I've included them below to do them justice. These fightin' words to rouse the ferver of our souls are not calls to self-serving satisfaction, but to selfless sacrifice. Gloria Gloria Hallelujah! His Truth is marching on.
As we look back on black history month, and our own reflections on slavery, I ask you, who today continues this evil, who today has not renounced this crime against humanity, who still retains this as a religious right? I challenge you to review the stastics on your own, and not come to the same conclusion, Islam, where practiced in Mohammed's example, is today's leading slaver. It's a shame CAIR has not issued a statement condeming the slavery practiced by their fellow Muslims, perhaps its all that Saudi money that blinds their eyes, deafens their ears, and mutes their mouths.
In stark contrast, we have thousands of America's finest sons and daughters who have, and continue to, purchase the freedom of others with only currency lasting liberty accepts, blood. God bless them all. To the Warriors still left in an America that increasingly rejects you, alienates you, and cannot comprehend the simple truths you defend, while you will be misunderstood and rejected by many, I, and the few remaining patriots humbly remain in your gratitude. Though I will encourage you to keep the faith and keep fighting the good fight, I belive I am preaching to the choir. Gloria Gloria Hallelujah! His Truth is marching on!
Future guests:
Special show. Must shift the show this week, so tune in on Mar. 6, 8:00 p.m. EST, with author Rabbi Nachum Shifren, who will discuss surviving "peace and love."
On Mar. 15, 2008, we return to our regular day and time with Cassandra, author of Escape from an Arab Marriage. She will discuss what "Peace and Love" means for a muslim marriage...I can assure, submission is the tip of the iceberg.
-RFDAH
Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death
No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The questing before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.
Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free-- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace-- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Air Force Warrior
without penalty up through the end of first-year Christmas break. Those who
came back were assigned to write a paper on why they chose to return.
publicized...
been reduced to pictures we've pinned on our desk boards, and once again
we've exchanged T-shirts and swim suits for flight suits and camouflage,
there still remains the question that every cadet at U.S.Air Force Academy
in Colorado Springs has asked themselves at some point: Why did we come
back? Why, after spending two weeks with our family would we return to one
of the most demanding lifestyles in the country? After listening to our
'friends' who are home from State or Ivy League schools chock full of wisdom
about how our war in Iraq is unjust and unworldly, why would we return?
And after watching the news and reading the papers which only seem to
condemn the military's every mistake and shadow every victory, why would we
continue to think it is worth the sacrifice of a normal college life?
repay the US taxpayer many times over in blood, sweat, and tears. Is it
because the schooling we are receiving is one of the best undergraduate
educations in the country? While the quality of the education is second to
none, anyone who provides this as a main reason has lost sight of the
awesome responsibility that awaits those who are tough enough to graduate
and become commissioned offic ers in the U.S. Air Force.
that one day I'll have the incredible responsibility of leading the sons and
daughters of America in combat. These men and women will never ask about my
Academy grade point average, their only concern will be that I have the
ability to lead them expertly; I will be humbled to earn their respect. I
come back to the Academy because I want to be the commander who saves lives
by negotiating with Arab leaders... in their own language.
who flies half way around the world with three mid-air refuelings to send a
bomb from 30,000 feet into a basement housing the enemy... through a
ventilation shaft two feet wide. Becoming an officer in today's modern Air
Force is so much more than just command; it is being a diplomat, a
strategist, a communicator, a moral co mpass, but always a warrior first.
is fighting a global war that is an 'away game' in Iraq - taking the fight
to the terrorists.
they are unquestionably there now. And if there is any doubt as to whether
this is a global war, just ask the people in Amman, in London, in Madrid, in
Casablanca, in Riyadh, and in Bali.
becomes a home game... I come back to the Academy because I want to be a
part of that fight.
board a bus in Paris that gets blown away by someone who thinks that it
would be a good idea to convert the Western world to Islam.
one who dials her last frantic cell phone call while huddled in the back of
an airliner with a hundred other people seconds away from slamming into the
Capitol building.
sat in a geometry class and watched nineteen terrorists change the course of
history live on television. For the first time, every class currently at a
U.S. Service Academy made the decision to join after the 2001 terror
attacks.
more terrorists... I say that the attacks of September 11th, 2001 created an
untold more number of American soldiers; I go to school with 4,000 of them.
And that's worth more than missing a few frat parties.
the Congressional Record, and at a meeting of the Air Force Academy Board of
Visitors he presented Cadet Tomczak with a framed copy of the essay.)
Battle Hymn of the Republic
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