Kipling's poem "The Naulakha" -- a timely excerpt

1,000 dead on our side not stopping to count how many on their side, even more to the point, how many dead who weren't even taking sides?

Civil war looms.

Rudyard Kipling, who knew a little bit about east and west, had this to say:

And the end of the fight is a tombstone white
with the name of the late deceased,

And the epitaph drear: "A Fool lies here
who tried to hustle the East."

We tried to warn them, but of course, when we did, they said we hate America.

(No - not America, dummies -- just you and your soulless cronies.)

But why should they have cared?

They weren't the ones who were going to carry the banner.

They weren't the ones risking their safety.

They never are. They never were.

Too precious for that sort of thing.

Rec room patriots.

Country club warriors.

Cheerleaders and carrion eaters.

Constructs of slime masquerading as human.

The unclean things that hide behind boardroom doors in William Burroughs' worst nightmares are like Disney dancers compared to these pernicious, conscience-less, parasitic vermin.


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