Guess who said this?
“I would rather be beaten and be a man than to be elected and be a little puppy dog. I have always supported measures and principles and not men. I have acted fearlessly and independent and I never will regret my course. I would rather be politically buried than to be hypocritically immortalized.”
Yep. You guessed it. Former Congressman Crockett (AJ-TENN).
FoxNews has a nice slideshow to welcome Compean and Ramos back home.
They were certainly away for much too long.
Arseblog’s St. Patty’s Day diet:
…And that’s that. I’m off to have my breakfast of Guinness, with a Guinness topping, a side of Guinness, followed by Guinness Crumble and a pint of Jameson 12 as a little digestif.
My St. Patty’s (observed Saturday) was:
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But the best best best best best best part of the day (other than meeting with dear friends) was before the pub…
Worst thrashing at Ol' Trafford since '92.
Lovely day.
Today, Mrs. (Mc)KOVÁCS and I will be joining some dear friends at the local Irish pub after the parade.
I leave you with some Molly for your listening pleasure.
Sláinte!
UPDATE: It’s 2-1 Liverpool vs. ManYoo at HT. I can’t believe I’m toasting ‘Pool but here’s to pulling off a massive upset. C’mon you Reds!!!!
A moving tribute by a son whose father, a WWII B-24 gunner, asks for nothing.
Via Drew (Ace’s), via The Corner.
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Having trouble getting my thoughts together to blog lately but I didn’t want to miss Vet’s day.
Philippians 1:3: “I thank my God every time I remember you…”
The Department of Veterans Affairs has a great collection of previous Veterans Day posters. Go check ’em out!
MadOgre says it best on Vet’s Day:
Veterans Day: Just a word to you cake eating civilians out there… You don’t say Happy Veterans Day. You don’t say Merry Vets Day. But just because you don’t have a meaningless Seasons Greetings for it doesn’t mean you don’t say anything.
This isn’t some fat bunny in a sled passing around Jack O’Lanterns because it’s Santa’s birthday… This isn’t about some old fable-become-tradition.
Veterans Day is a day for those that are still alive, and for those who are dead… those who died for your freedom to flip soldiers the bird and to call them baby killers and spit on them in the airport.
Veterans Day is for the guys that died fighting for your personal independent liberty…
It’s for that Veteran that walks with just a slight limp and seems otherwise fine, but he doesn’t have a spleen because an enemy of our country blew it out his back with an AK-47 so you can get 15% Off that new leather fat-ass reclining couch that your going to sit on to mock the President from while watching your 42 inch plasma TV flipping through the channels trying to find some Friends rerun.
Veterans Day is for the guy that came home while all his friends didn’t.
Veterans day is for the woman who gave up the best years of her young adulthood so she could press her hands over the sucking chest wound of some guy from her own home town 6 thousand miles away from home.
Veterans day is for that old woman over there that raised 2 kids alone because when she was young she sent her handsome young husband off to fight for your freedom and came back as a flag folded into a triangle.
That’s what Veterans day is for… and what do you say to those people who served?
You just say “Thank You”.
Finally, I can get ’93 out of my head and no longer equate the word “Phillies” with “Wild Thing” “Joe Carter” and “testicular cancer.”
(Sorry, Kruk. And no, we won’t forget your .300 lifetime average and 100 homers, big guy.).
“Most Illustrious Sir:
“Golden freedom cannot be purchased with yellow gold.”
“I, who have the honor to present this letter to your Excellency, am also following the call of the Fathers of the Land, as the pioneers of freedom always did. I am a free man and a Hungarian. As to my military status I was trained in the Royal Prussian Army and raised from the lowest rank to the dignity of a Captain of the Hussars, not so much by luck and the mercy of chance than by most diligent self discipline and the virtue of my arms. The dangers and the bloodshed of a great many campaigns taught me how to mold a soldier, and, when made, how to arm him and let him defend the dearest of the lands with his best ability under any conditions and developments of the war.
“I now am here of my own free will, having taken all the horrible hardships and bothers of this journey, and l am willing to sacrifice myself wholly and faithfully as it is expected of an honest soldier facing the hazards and great dangers of the war, to the detriment of Joseph and as well for the freedom of your great Congress. Through the cooperation and loyal assistance of Mr. Faedevill, a merchant of this city and a kind sympathizer of the Colonies and their just cause, I have obtained passage on a ship called “Catharina Froam Darmouth “, whose master is a Captain Whippy. l beg your Excellency, to grant me a passport and a letter of recommendation to the most benevolent Congress. I am expecting companions who have not yet reached here. Your Excellency would be promoting the common cause by giving Mr. Faedevill authorization to expedite their passage to the Colonies once they have arrived here.
“At last, awaiting your gracious answer, I have no wish greater than to leave forthwith, to be where I am needed most, to serve and die in everlasting obedience to Your Excellency and the Congress.
“Most faithful unto death,
Bordeaux, January l3th, 1777.
Michael Kovats de FabricyP.S: As yet I am unable to write, fluently in French or English and had only the choice of writing either in German or Latin; for this l apologize to your Excellency.”
See the excellent source on the life and heritage of Colonel Michael Kováts de Fabricy: THE SOLUTION OF AN AGE-OLD MYSTERY:
The Family Background As The Key To The Character And The European Heritage Values of Colonel Michael Kováts de Fabricy (1724-1779), Commandant Of The Pulaski Legion In The American War Of Independence. by Dr. Elemer Bako. (HUNGARIAN HERITAGE REVIEW, VOL. XVI, No.8, August 1987)
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