Thank heavens we've got a good Culture War overlay for your Veterans/Armistice/Remembrance Day, America. According to a number of rightwing websites, the gun-hating (and hence Freedom-hating) liberals in charge of the Eau Claire, Wisconsin, School District have completely
War is the <a href="http:\/\/www.bigeye.com\/warstate.htm" target="_blank">health </a>of the state.
<blockquote>The moment war is declared, however, the mass of the people, through some spiritual alchemy, become convinced that they have willed and executed the deed themselves. They then, with the exception of a few malcontents, proceed to allow themselves to be regimented, coerced, deranged in all the environments of their lives, and turned into a solid manufactory of destruction toward whatever other people may have, in the appointed scheme of things, come within the range of the Government&#039;s disapprobation. The citizen throws off his contempt and indifference to Government, identifies himself with its purposes, revives all his military memories and symbols, and the State once more walks, an august presence, through the imaginations of men. Patriotism becomes the dominant feeling, and produces immediately that intense and hopeless confusion between the relations which the individual bears and should bear toward the society of which he is a part.</blockquote>
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! &ndash; An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound&#039;ring like a man in fire or lime . . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil&#039;s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; <i>Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori.</i>
Wilfred Owen Thought to have been written between 8 October 1917 and March, 1918. He didn&#039;t survive the war.
I was able to block the content (I also never worked out what it was advertising), but the little squares with close and shrink icons were still present.
Big booms no longer appropriate at school. Too many chances of return fire.
War is the <a href="http:\/\/www.bigeye.com\/warstate.htm" target="_blank">health </a>of the state.
<blockquote>The moment war is declared, however, the mass of the people, through some spiritual alchemy, become convinced that they have willed and executed the deed themselves. They then, with the exception of a few malcontents, proceed to allow themselves to be regimented, coerced, deranged in all the environments of their lives, and turned into a solid manufactory of destruction toward whatever other people may have, in the appointed scheme of things, come within the range of the Government&#039;s disapprobation. The citizen throws off his contempt and indifference to Government, identifies himself with its purposes, revives all his military memories and symbols, and the State once more walks, an august presence, through the imaginations of men. Patriotism becomes the dominant feeling, and produces immediately that intense and hopeless confusion between the relations which the individual bears and should bear toward the society of which he is a part.</blockquote>
It is so perfect that it cannot be improved.
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! &ndash; An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound&#039;ring like a man in fire or lime . . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil&#039;s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; <i>Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori.</i>
Wilfred Owen Thought to have been written between 8 October 1917 and March, 1918. He didn&#039;t survive the war.
Committee for Public Safety, as in Robespierre?
&quot;I&#039;m cold.&quot; &quot;There, there.&quot;
Damn it. I knew somebody would get there before me.
Why didn&#039;t Gov. Walker call in the National Guard to force a 21 gun salute?
<i>take off our clothes and paint ourselves blue and go on all fours all day long and grunt like pigs</i>
Why is that so special? Some of us do that every day...
SHY!!@!!
that thing is annoying as hell
Annoying, ain&#039;t it? Sneaks past AdBlock somehow... and I still have no idea wtf is being advertised.
EDIT: Adblock Plus can filter it. Use the &quot;Block&quot; tab that Adblock atttaches to the pop-up window.
If they were given guns as well, the response would be precisely the reverse.
I was able to block the content (I also never worked out what it was advertising), but the little squares with close and shrink icons were still present.
something about makeup, I think. I let it play for a few seconds once