I walked into the house the other day, having left the radio on a local “oldies” station, and I confess that I was overcome by a wave of nausea. What was on was John (I’m a stupid commie shill) Lennon and Yoko (Nobody ever heard of me until I boinked a Beatle) Ono singing their trademark moonbat hymn, Give Peace a Chance. Here’s an excerpt from that that timeless piece of poetry:
Two, one, two, three, four
Ev’rybody’s talking about
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism,
Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, That-ism, is-m, is-m, is-m
All we are saying is give piece a chance,
All we are saying is give piece a chance
Excuse me while I take a moment to heave…
Okay. I’m better now…
Well, bunkie, America bought into that pile of pure shit and after doing major damage to the Viet Cong in Viet Nam, the war was lost at home with the help of stellar characters like John and Yoko, Walter Cronkhite and Hanoi Jane Fonda.
Proving that politics has little connection with any reality other that succumbing to the fickle winds of public opinion, President Nixon negotiated America out of Viet Nam, leaving southeast Asia in the hands of lovable Uncle Ho and others of his Marxist ilk.
Meanwhile, that supreme font of knowledge of all things pertaining to human nature and international relations, John Lennon, is wowing the crowds with yet another anthem of moonbattery, “Imagine”:
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
In 1975, South Viet Nam fell to the forces of North Viet Nam. South Viet Nam’s army lacked the backing of major support with the departure of America. North Viet Nam had no such handicap, being supplied by Red China and the Soviet Union, had the wherewithal to overrun the South, and then we saw what really come forth from Hanoi Jane’s lovable Uncle Ho and his minions. The South Vietnamese were killed by the thousands and many more who weren’t killed outright died in “re-education” camps or died while trying to escape the country by whatever means they found available. From the exodus of South Viet Nam, we gained a new term, “Boat people”.
While Vietnamese were dying from the tender cares of Uncle Ho, John Lennon and Hanoi Jane continued their revolution from the comforts of multi-million -dollar homes. It’s easy to be a revolutionary when you have millions and maids.
It wasn’t quite as easy to be a revolutionary in Cambodia, where Pol Pot came to power in the southeast Asian vacuum left by America’s departure. 25% of the country died while Lennon fans and ignorant “peace activists” everywhere grooved to Lennon’s lyrics, “Nothing to kill or die for”.
But those inconvenient facts were given no import by the Left, and so today we have the same empty heads spewing the same tired and deadly rhetoric. They and a compliant media are set on reliving their shining moment when they brought defeat tot he greatest military in the world, a defeat that would never be brought about on the battlefield. They don’t want to talk about the pits filled with bodies from the reigns of the Taliban in Afghanistan or Saddam in Iraq. All these people want to do is exercise their “power” to bring down the Presidency and shut down the American military again.
While they sit back and spout recycled anti-war rhetoric, they ignore the history created by their last victory.
But then, who cares? After all, we’re talking about little brown people in some far away land, aren’t we?
Unfortunately that’s not the case any more. Uncle Ho didn’t have a jihadi branch waiting to do the big thing in the Great Satan. Uncle Ho wasn’t preaching the killing of children in America. Uncle Ho didn’t pop up on television applauding his army’s killing of 3000 American civilians. Uncle Ho wasn’t infiltrating soldiers into America, and despite the presence of communist parties in every First World country, Uncle Ho didn’t have a foothold in Europe.
Our enemy today has all those. And yet the moonbats march. The evidence is plain for those who wish to see. The Islamist enemy isn’t couching its words at all. You don’t ahve to search deeply to find spokesman after spokesman for the Islamists telling us exactly what their goals are: convert or die.
And yet the moonbats march. And the gutting of America’s power on the world stage, if carried to its logical conclusion, would result in a culture where the first victims would be … MOONBATS. The only reason we can allow these idiots to go mainstream is that we have the unbelievable luxury of living in a land that is both secure and blessed with abundance of material things. It’s easy to go march and sing when you know that a Constitution protects you and that you don’t have to work in a field as as subsistance farmer. It’s easy to be a “revolutionary” when you know that the religious police won’t haul you off for stoning for your choice of lifestyle. It’s easy to be a “revolutionary” when you know that the secret police won’t drag you into a windowless building and administer a single bullet to the back of the neck.
I can only hope that the moonbats don’t get what would be coming to them if they get their way…