Memorial Day

Tomorrow is Memorial Day here in America. It’s a day set aside to remember those who have died fighting wars for this country. Sadly, like so many holidays it’s largely been reduced to a day off from work, maybe cooking out and sitting around all day and drinking beer. Grandpa Lampshade would propose that this Memorial Day, you take a moment to reflect on all of the countless people who have lost their lives fighting wars that they believed they were on the right side of. Regardless of if you agree with the justification for a war or not, those who went and fought believed they were doing the right thing and fighting for their country. The reality is that if any of those who died had a choice in the matter, they would rather they got to stay alive instead of getting a day when someone lays some flowers or a cheap made in China flag on their graves. After all, nobody wants to die. Remembering those fallen seems like the right thing to do but they’re dead, so they really don’t know the difference anyway. So what then? Can we think of anything positive that can come of simply remembering all of those people who died in all of those wars? There are so many. It can get to where it seems that none of them were even real, just faces in photographs or names on monuments. For most, they are just lost to history, nameless even forgotten by their descendants if they were fortunate enough to have any. Honestly, doesn’t the entire exercise seem pointless? I say let’s find a more tangible way to honor the dead, something actually meaningful. Let’s find some way to honor their memories and actually have it count for something. Surely there is something that, if they were to be looking down from heaven at us, they could smile and nod their heads in approval. These men who all fought hoping to make it home alive and hoping to save their friends. Yes, there should be something more that we can do. So tomorrow while you’re cracking open a cold beer and grilling the hot dogs, take a moment to remember these men who dreamed of making it back home so that they too could enjoy BBQ and a cold one but didn’t make it. Set your hearts on this somber reality but more than this, find a determination in your soul that says that never again will we fight a brother’s war for the international Jew. Never again will we blindly follow the hollow words of liars who wish to make profit from death and carnage. The sad fact of the matter is that there aren’t so many of the white race left anymore and another large brother’s war could spell our very demise. This isn’t to say that war isn’t sometimes necessary but it’s a grim matter, not some video game or a movie you watch on TV. Grandpa Lampshade says let the Moslem invaders be driven from our lands, expel them to the last one………….and let the door behind them not shut until the Jew is gone as well. Yes, let us drive these Moslems from our lands and send them back to the desert countries they come from but let us also then set it in our hearts to leave them there to live their lives as they see fit. If Jew Israel wants to expand if the Jews want to dominate the region, let them pay for it with their own money……..and their own blood. If they can manage it fine on them, if not then so be it. Finally, I leave you with the words of Marine Major General Smedley Butler:

WAR is a racket. It always has been

It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the most vicious. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives.

A racket is best described, I believe, as something that is not what it seems to the majority of the people. Only a small ((“inside” group)) knows what it is about. It is conducted for the benefit of the very few, at the expense of the very many.

Christmas Truce 1914, as seen by the Illustrated London News.

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One thought on “Memorial Day”

  1. Amen. No more wars for israhell!!!
    Love your last pic of White Brothers in “No Man’s Land” taking a Christmas break from killing each other.

    Most in my generations have served, many have paid the ultimate price. All gave some, some gave all.
    In the Military, we have a saying: Life has a flavor that the protected will never know.

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