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Originally Posted by Mavdog
really?
tell the north koreans, who live right next to a free and democratic south korea, that it had "jack shit to do with freedom".
tell the bosnians, who were being murdered by the serbs, the same.
did you see the photos of the women in afganistan who had their schools burned to the ground by the taliban, were not allowed to go to school, or for that matter to leave their homes, that it had "jack shit to do with freedom".
individual rights are not something that is respected throughout our world. I'm proud to say that our country has many times been an instrument of good in producing these rights for others, and done so with the blood of american soldiers.
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^^^The Western Liberal's Burden....bombing people for their own good for nearly a century now....
Take up the W. Liberal's burden--
Send forth the best ye breed--
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
To wait in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and wild--
Your new-caught, sullen peoples,
Half-devil and half-child.
Take up the W. Liberal's burden--
In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain
To seek another's profit,
And work another's gain.
Take up the W. Liberal's burden--
The savage wars of peace--
Fill full the mouth of Famine
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your hopes to nought.
Take up the W. Liberal's burden--
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper--
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go mark them with your living,
And mark them with your dead.
Take up the W. Liberal's burden--
And reap his old reward:
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard--
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah, slowly!) toward the light:--
"Why brought he us from bondage,
Our loved Egyptian night?"
Take up the W. Liberals burden--
Ye dare not stoop to less--
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloke (1) your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent, sullen peoples
Shall weigh your gods and you.
Take up the W. Liberal's burden--
Have done with childish days--
The lightly proferred laurel, (2)
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years
Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgment of your peers!