Friday, August 13, 2004

(mis)RULE (of) BRITANNIA(s armed forces)

The ever thin red line thins, and thins.

If the clueless folks at the Treasury in London don’t review their stilted sense of history soon, the only waves Britain will be ruling will the trout steams in Scotland where they will make their last stand from the conquering horde that will come their way. Power abhors a vacuum. Aggression is attracted to weakness.

My dear British mother, you rely on the military might of America for your freedom at your own peril. Continental Europeans hate you only second to Americans, and will never fight to defend you. We Americans are often a few thousand votes away from a path towards the isolation of the early 1900’s. Never forget that.

In spite of the fact that the British armed forces AS A WHOLE are little bigger than the US Marine Corps, and their 100,000 man (and woman) army is ½ the size it was 25 years ago, they are about to
cut it even further.

This is important is the era where everyone wants a “coalition”. The British are the only other country besides the US that can project power to any extent: even now they can barely do it alone, and cannot sustain operations for any length of time.

After these cuts, they will be of little major use anywhere. They will shortly become an adjunct to OUR Marine Corp as auxiliary troops. And remember, THEY ARE OUR MOST CAPABLE ALLY.

What a shame. The cancerous tumor of the welfare state has caused a once great nation to forfeit any chance it could stand alone.

The UK is truly the last bastion of European strength, and it appears they have caught the Dutch disease.

Everyone stop and look around - you are at a turning point in history. Demographically and culturally Europe is on its deathbed. Our grandchildren will not recognize what even now is becoming little more than a collection of “museum states” populated with aged slaves to the state and a rapidly growing sub-culture from Arabia and North Africa that will not wait long for their turn at power.

EU, take good notes of your time in Bosnia and be careful how you judge Serbia. Starting with France, in the next century, that is your future.

As always, you have to go back to the music to finish off a proper post with a thin layer of cheese. That crusty old Marxist, and exceptionally talented musician, Bob Geldof put it down right in the 1980’s with the Boomtown Rats:

Boomtown Rats
» Another Piece Of Red

I was reading in New Zealand
about Ian Smith
I was thinking they were lucky to be rid of that shit.
The people here can still believe in stiff lips and stiff collars
They're speaking deals in English
But they're making deals in dollars.
They're breaking up an empire
Nobody's buying British
They're calling for an umpire
Nobody's playing cricket
The flags are coming down
everybody stands saluting
But somewhere in the distance, I can hear somebody
And another piece of red left my atlas today.
It's so long Hong Kong and no more Singapore
Those steaming nights of Malta
Goodbye Gibraltar
I'll give you arms for Africa
I'm hungry for India
The sun's set on Australia
And vive le Canada
They’re breaking up an empire
Nobody's buying British
Calling for an umpire
It really isn't cricket
The flags are coming down
There's a minimum of looting
Somewhere in the distance I can see somebody shooting
And another piece of red left my atlas today.........

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