With appreciation to Rudyard Kipling ….

“I do want to do something, whatever we can do, to shut down an agency that � offends our public standards,” she said. “It’s a detriment, it’s a danger to the public.”

What a load of disrespect for our military. Let’s start this civil war sooner than later, and start it in Berkeley!!! Give me the button and it’s on right now commie pieces of shit!

I went into a public-’ouse to get a pint o’beer,
The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.”
The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:

O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”;
But it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins,” when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it’s “Thank you, Mr. Atkins,” when the band begins to play.

I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-’alls,
But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they’ll shove me in the stalls!

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, wait outside”;
But it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide,
The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide,
O it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide.

Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they’re starvation cheap;
An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they’re goin’ large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.

Then it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy how’s yer soul?”
But it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll.

We aren’t no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren’t no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints:
Why, single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints;

While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, fall be’ind,”
But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind,
There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,
O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind.

You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires an’ all:
We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”
But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country,” when the guns begin to shoot;
An’ it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;
But Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool - you bet that Tommy sees

I stopped reading after that. Where is that earthquake CA is expecting? As I live in SoCal, I hope no one is injured when it comes. I do however hope that Berkeley is torn off and floats its sorry ass across the Pacific.

They don’t care what the people think, and won’t take it to the people to make up their own choice.

Just like most liberals I deal with. They speak of freedoms such as freedom of choice and freedom of speech. However if it is in contrast of what they believe they don’t think it should be heared and don’t want to hear it.

“But some proponents are hesitant to pass the ordinance through the council because they feel it might be watered down by other council members.”

Oh my, a dilemma. The voters can’t be trusted and some council members might water down Code Pink’s special project. What to do, what to do? WTF you assclowns think you’re running, a monarchy or an anarchy?

I agree — cut off their federal funding. Then, next time they have an oil spill in the Bay, let them break out the sponges or better yet, light a fire but don’t come crying to the Coast Guard. After all, you don’t want them “in your face.”

These anti-American Bezerkeley moonbats are so out of touch they couldn’t even schmooze a bunch of half-baked tripsters back in the sixties — “We even had some leftist politicos from Berkeley ranting, the only bring-down of the day.’ Phil Lesh, Grateful Dead - Searching for the Sound

I’ve reached the point where not only do I not think of them as fellow Americans, I don’t think of them as people.

It’s been said that dictators need to dehumanize whoever they declare the enemy, so the people will support whatever he has done to them. The lefties have managed to do that all by their lonesomes.

To me, they are simply the enemy. If I saw a hippie running on fire, screaming for help, I would smile. And probably reach for more gas.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krFxNZewE6g