Afterburner with Bill Whittle: The Gods of Wisdom and Virtue

As we have none of the stuff they will seek to reclaim the reckoning will surely be severe.

Posted by ThomasD at November 22, 2012 5:35 PM

We will have become tax cheats and outlaws by then.

Posted by Jewel at November 22, 2012 9:45 PM

Jewel, what have you been waiting for? Watch the population of AZ and NV explode with tax refugees this coming year.

Posted by Casca at November 23, 2012 4:44 AM

Watch the population of AZ and NV explode with tax refugees this coming year.
Posted by Casca at November 23, 2012 4:44 AM

Not tax refugees, Plague Carriers.

Posted by John the River at November 23, 2012 10:10 AM

Sounds like Bill is joining the Let It Burn party.

Posted by butch at November 23, 2012 1:31 PM

I first heard of Kipley's Gods of the Copybook Headings from Glenn Beck. I think Bill Whittle is one very articulate, intelligent, & astute men I've ever had the pleasure to hear his words of inspiration.

Posted by Irene at November 23, 2012 5:07 PM

My God, my God. Rudyard Kipling, and it still rings like a bell 60 years later.

I was a small and fatherless boy in a house of large and angry women; angry at me, mostly. From some dim Alexandria I never identified, leather-bound volumes of poetry and stories filled a bookcase. Usually when I was reading nobody would fuck with me, although not always. All I had of a father were pictures of a guy in a uniform, and questions were not allowed.

And so at about age 7 I discovered Barrack-Room Ballads, and mouthed the martial rhythms and the soldier's language to myself through many a long afternoon. Thank God for Rudyard Kipling, and for Bill Whittle too - who gets it.

Damn.

'E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
'E put me safe inside,
An' just before 'e died,
"I 'ope you liked your drink", sez Gunga Din.
So I'll meet 'im later on
At the place where 'e is gone --
Where it's always double drill and no canteen;
'E'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drink to poor damned souls,
An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
Yes, Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Though I've belted you and flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

Posted by Rob De Witt at November 23, 2012 6:15 PM

The other night at dinner, my friend who works at a small weely newpaper here in New Jersey, told us of man who came into the office asking for, I don't know what, but said he was trying to get pictures of George Washington and other "founders" hung in schools. He was met with resistance by school authorities. No longer relevant. Dead old white men. Etc.
Go figure.
Yeah, The Gods of Wisdom and Virtue.

Posted by Pixelkiller at November 27, 2012 11:20 AM

The other night at dinner, my friend who works at a small weely newpaper here in New Jersey, told us of man who came into the office asking for, I don't know what, but said he was trying to get pictures of George Washington and other "founders" hung in schools. He was met with resistance by school authorities. No longer relevant. Dead old white men. Etc.
Go figure.
Yeah, The "New" Gods of Wisdom and Virtue are in charge of education

Posted by Pixelkiller at November 27, 2012 11:26 AM
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