#261: War

As people remember ANZAC Day, also remember Winston Churchill. Due to his ignorance, intolerance, his lack of intelligence, military or otherwise, combined with his usual drunken incompetence, he treated a generation of Australians and New Zealanders like his own personal cannon fodder by insisting that they go forth to be massacred so that heroic English troops could land safely, drink cups of tea and avoid any hint of a fight.

Remember also that 15% of all Australians killed in World War I died at Gallipoli.  So the next time some cretin mentions the Royal Wedding, or asks that we all salute the Queen today, remind them that, without the utter stupidity and thevattitude that all Australians were inferior because we weren't English, we'd not have ANZAC Day.

I know which I'd rather.  And I have no issue with anyone who's gone to war, my issue has always been with the cowardly politicians and generals, those who sat behind the scenes and send children and young adults to fight their battles because they were too weak to do so themselves.  If wars were fought by those who declared them then we'd have no war.

Lest we forget, lest we forget all of the reasons.

And remember kiddies, ANZAC Day isn't about Collingwood and Essendon, no matter what Fat Ed would have you believe.

"Winston! The Australians are dying!"
"Fuck 'em, there's plenty more where they came from."

Comments

Anonymous said…
Yes! Thank you!

It's disgusting the way Churchill has been sanctified, and there's a resurgence in imperialist history which tries to use him as a benchmark to evaluate others. The idea of a second front was a good one, considering the slaughter in the trenches, but EVERYthing else either went wrong or was doomed.

There should be a statue of Chamberlain in every Irish port he gave back to the Free State, which wouldn't have remained neutral if they'd been bombed.

Churchill should have done the Alllies a favour and switched sides. He got his due reward a month after VE Day -- voted out.
~Martin
2:13 am
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

#288: Lick It Up

Image
As a kid back in the 1500s I remember reading how bands were formed.  I remember reading how John Paul Jones phoned Jimmy Page and asked him if he was forming a band, and if so, did he need a bass player?  Page said, sure, and mentioned how he was checking out a drummer and singer that weekend and would get back to him.  A rehearsal was set up and Led Zeppelin was formed.  Everyone got rich, famous and laid.  Queen simply formed itself; Kiss placed an ad in the Village Voice and got Ace Frehley as a result.  The Beatles were drawn together and bonded over a steady diet of violence, music, alcohol and drugs in Hamburg (where John Lennon would regularly berate his German audience, calling them “Fucking Nazis,” and Heiling Hitler from the stage during shows).  Bands were shored up on a foundation of mutual respect, if not outright friendship, the latter wasn’t always a requirement – as David Lee Roth once wrote about ...
Read more

#210: Shaddap You Face

Image
Some books just make you chuckle at how crazy they are - and this is no exception.  Written by our good mate Norm Barber, he of the non-flushing turds, ads written on toilets walls and Professional Bum, this tome is as hard to find as anything that he ever wrote, and with good cause.  It's not that Norm couldn't write, it's just that he had absolutely no idea of writing an impartial book.  Actually Norm couldn't write anything impartial really, I think he'd probably disagree with his own name. Norm hated, and possibly still does, anything to do with the Government and any form of social services.  Actually, I'll alter that, Norm doesn't hate the services, he loves them, after all he's lived his entire life on the dole and is a self confessed leach, but what really boils Norm's piss are the people who have to deliver those services to the likes of, well Norm Barber.  You know the kind, the world owes them everything, argumentative, arrogant, know it...
Read more

#205: Something Stupid (The Incest Song)

Image
Promises had a career that lasted slightly less than The Knack, but, unlike The Knack, all of Promises are still alive and their music just isn’t as fondly remembered. You can all sing My Sharona, even if you don’t want to, but you’d be hard pressed to sing Baby It’s You. But at least The Knack wrote their own songs, each time someone hears Isn’t It Time by the Babys and thinks of a girl with huge norks, John Waite dies just a little bit more. But then each time someone hears Hungry Eyes and thinks of John Waite, Eric Carmen throws another dart into the wall and vice versa for Missing You. It all comes around. Promises exploded onto the television in the ‘70s via a great video clip that showcased the band. The lead singer/keyboard player, Benny, wore what appeared to be black leather hillbilly overalls, which he then gave to Willem Defoe – don’t believe me? You’ve never seen Streets of Fire? For shame! The guitarist, Bjorn – sorry, Jed (no, I’m not making that name up), well, he co...
Read more