Sunday, 23 September 2007
General Patton's Total Victory Speech.
General George S. Patton. THE correct attitude, method and cure for the disease of Hamass, Hezbollah, Al Aqsa, Al Qaeda and Islamo-fascists everywhere.
Here's a rather modified post from Sunday 23 December 2007.
At the end of my hopefully cruel introduction is "General Patton's Speech to the Third Army on June 5th 1944 on the eve of the Allied invasion of France, code-named Overlord". Via jacksjoint com.
I like it. I Iike it a damn lot. I dedicate this great piece to all our Allied troops, the Australian SAS, General Petraeus, and the thousands of Iraqi men, women and children intimidated and murdered by Al Qaeda, Baathists, Islamists, militants, opportunists, gangsters and other killers both foreign and domestic.
Yes, action is often flawed where inaction is always perfect. There should have been overwhelming force and troops from the beginning, in fact in 1991, or 1981 or...The stupidly mistaken Bush Snr, and the half-way there Bush Jnr were both simply not Patton enough with a clear enemy.
And yep, Iraq is secular, Christian etc, and Islamic. Now there's a small problem...
Yeah, according to Democrat and other Left Liberal irrationality, the Allies could have beaten Nazi Germany, Imperial Japan and Fascist Italy if they had only gee, used less troops! Er, no. Cos' notice how using less brainpower makes you an ineffective Leftard?
The free West and all points east, south and north are under aggressive declared asymmetrical warfare that we cannot avoid, by global Islamo-fascism. This is a fact.
Our choice is simple: TOTAL VICTORY, freedom and life or UTTER DEFEAT, DEATH and DISHONOUR.
This post was for the 98% of Iraqi children, [as at 2007] that had been vaccinated against polio, their 4500 new and refurbished schools, the Iraqi people, their police, soldiers and the Iraqi Parliament with 25% women, the highest percentage in the Arab world. To the 33,000 new business's, the 150 newspapers and TV stations and especially the great, courageous and very cool Governor of Anbar Province.
Glenn Beck on Anbar, speaking with Jonah Goldberg author of [Left]Liberal Fascism, regards the suicidal mindset of the Democrats et al. And the bizarre lack of judgement of Obama beyond his own political manipulation skills assisted well by the MSM, plus the profoundly shocking MSM treatment of Sarah Palin etc. Jonah points out that taking Anbar is like the taking Berlin, thus it was almost entirely ignored by the MSM.
He's survived 30 assassination attempts, had his son kidnapped from school and when asked why he turns up everyday to the "job" replied, "There's nothing greater than serving my country".
Here's the Mayor of Anbar and more.
Dig. A marine helps a small girl. Here's the kind of story that all good Leftards reject automatically. That's moral bankruptcy for ya. Hey, here's a challenge. See if any such creep can find a SINGLE similar story involving the "good work" of any terror group. Say Hamass helping young people remove their own heads with a bomb vest, or Al Qaeda mutilating journalists free of charge and so on.
Gee, what are the childcare policy's of Hamass again? Oh that's right...limitless depravity. Check. Nuance.
The phony with a media platform is legion, deserving nothing but maximum ridicule and a damn good, well deserved Fisking. Ah, past, present and future posts. Ya better believe it, baby.
Unaccountable and dangerous boob par excellence is the venal liar, moral gnome, disturbing mental gymnast and Prince of the Marxist Left, John Pilger.
A man who has utterly betrayed his once decent, correct and brave exposure of the crimes that the Indonesian military and its Government committed in East Timor. A man who has now said regards Iraq in 2006, that he is "on the side of the Resistance[!]"
Gee, why not the Indonesians against the Timorese then? No perspective whatsoever.
You know, the resistance that sliced off Berg's head and slowly cut of the heads of Nepalese workers, murdered the UN head and rape, mutilate thousands etc, etc, etc, etc. That er, "resistance".
I guess that would be the same resistance who blew up 27 children as they were getting candy from US Marines. That would be the Resistance who in 2007, blew up 100 school girls as they had lunch, then rammed and detonated a second car bomb into the fleeing mass of children. That would be the resistance who strapped a bomb vest to a sweet natured mentally retarded boy and detonated it as his Mother was searching frantically for him, and she heard the ensuing blast.
The amazingly ugly John Pilger is the perfectly disgusting example of a complete lack of Quality Control. A topsy turvy product of innate failure they insist on everybody else buying and paying for.
Based largely on using ordinary, voiceless and powerless people as mere abstract ciphers and grist for a laughably dated, hideously ugly ideological mill.
Now I got nothin' good for The Clintons, the free world's foremost clinical narcissists. Or Carter who gave Iran to Islamo-fascism while displaying his tiny balls and jelly spine for all the world to see. They are a major part of why the West and the US were seen as weak and entirely possible to bring down. Even Reagan and others have made grave errors of judgement that we now pay for daily.
Think of Bush Snr leaving the rebelling Iraqi's to literally hang in a protracted and ignored Hell at the alleged "end" of the Gulf War in 1991. A gross incompetency he should have answered for.
Thus proving Patton's Dictum of never allowing the fertile lie and fraud of a partial, dishonourable semi-"victory". That's why Japan, Germany and Italy are normalised states and the Middle East and others are not, and never will be. Only those who have had their will to fight comprehensively broken and are thus truly and completely defeated, can ever then be reformed.
Now the more beyond belief fakes, failures and liars der Clinton's, Carter and others clearly are, the more outrageously their bank accounts bulge with Saudi and sundry others ca$h. And the thicker the slimey rhetoric. The more contradictory, corrupt, incompetent and immoral they behave, then the more they are loved by the left, liberal & radical Axis of Mediocrity.
NOTHING the Clinton’s say or do ever changes in the slightest, the right on opinions of their smug and vain fans.
Hillary's a bully, a mediocre Law Graduate and the cuckold in drag spouse of either an official rapist or a serious sexual predator.
Bill "pull this, man!" Clinton, is an avid flasher, incompetent, mealy-mouthed fraud, perjurist, bully and good pal of many a world class maniac and fake, especially in the Arab and Muslim world and is massively compen$ated for it. Hillary applies for the job of Commander in Chief! [And is now given THE major posting!] She then publicly as possible, insulted with her bunkum, both the Army Commander and by default the entire military, especially in Iraq!
General Petraeus is an unbelievably decorated, courageous, highly intelligent, deeply qualified and honourable serving soldier. At what point do MoveOn and their idiotic supporters and Fellow Travellers get due recognition for their outrageous treason and slander?
Or the profoundly censorious and biased media, the useless cavalcade of bankrupt freaks from Hollywood such as Penn, Robbins, Fonda etc, to the repulsive frauds of academia, the Democrats and even deluded Republicans? You can add the fashionable dupes of the Australian and British Labour Parties etc, whose "leaders" haha!, still parrot that Islam is a "religion of peace".
It ain't either of those things.
Many a dimwit is entirely comfortable and a not so strange bedfellow with Islamists, Marxist Communists and other liars and killers by trade. Hence whole slabs of Bin Laden's last speech in September 2007, sounded much like any Democrat, Labour Party, Green's Party enviro-freak, Student Union twerp or Socialist Alliance shitbag front group etc.
Pulled from a seemingly bottomless well of relentless nihilism, a profoundly wilful ignorance and boring empty platitudes that barely mask a repellent anti-Semitism. That's the rank jealousy of a tiresome juvenile spite for ya. Of course, there's a bad side too.
My policy for dealing with Hamass, Hezbollah and Al Qaeda etc, can be stripped down to three simplewords: Kill Them All.
Yep, they are circus freaks from Hell, and we are surrounded by cowards. But you can easily find me as I won't be cringing under the sink. No way. That's on Wednesdays. So enjoy General Patton's Real How To Triumph Method, you miserable sons of bitches!
General Patton: The Speech.
"Be seated. Men, this stuff that some sources sling around about America wanting out of this war, not wanting to fight, is a crock of bullshit. Americans love to fight, traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle.
You are here today for three reasons. First, because you are here to defend your homes and your loved ones. Second, you are here for your own self respect, because you would not want to be anywhere else. Third, you are here because you are real men and all real men like to fight.
When you, here, everyone of you, were kids, you all admired the champion marble player, the fastest runner, the toughest boxer, the big league ball players, and the All-American football players. Americans love a winner. Americans will not tolerate a loser.
Americans despise cowards.
Americans play to win all of the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost nor will ever lose a war; for the very idea of losing is hateful to an American.
You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you right here today would die in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Death, in time, comes to all men. Yes, every man is scared in his first battle. If he says he's not, he's a liar. Some men are cowards but they fight the same as the brave men or they get the hell slammed out of them watching men fight who are just as scared as they are.
The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some men get over their fright in a minute under fire. For some, it takes an hour. For some, it takes days. But a real man will never let his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood. Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base. Americans pride themselves on being He Men and they ARE He Men.
Remember that the enemy is just as frightened as you are, and probably more so. They are not supermen.
All through your Army careers, you men have bitched about what you call "chicken shit drilling". That, like everything else in this Army, has a definite purpose. That purpose is alertness. Alertness must be bred into every soldier. I don't give a fuck for a man who's not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldn't be here. You are ready for what's to come. A man must be alert at all times if he expects to stay alive. If you're not alert, sometime, a German son-of-an-asshole-bitch is going to sneak up behind you and beat you to death with a sock full of shit!
There are four hundred neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily, all because one man went to sleep on the job. But they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before they did.
An Army is a team. It lives, sleeps, eats, and fights as a team.
This individual heroic stuff is pure horse shit. The bilious bastards who write that kind of stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real fighting under fire than they know about fucking!" "We have the finest food, the finest equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity those poor sons-of-bitches we're going up against. By God, I do.
My men don't surrender, and I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he has been hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight back That's not just bullshit either.
The kind of man that I want in my command is just like the lieutenant in Libya, who, with a Luger against his chest, jerked off his helmet, swept the gun aside with one hand, and busted the hell out of the Kraut with his helmet. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German before they knew what the hell was coming off. And, all of that time, this man had a bullet through a lung. There was a real man!
All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters, either. Every single man in this Army plays a vital role. Don't ever let up. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. Every man has a job to do and he must do it. Every man is a vital link in the great chain.
What if every truck driver suddenly decided that he didn't like the whine of those shells overhead, turned yellow, and jumped headlong into a ditch? The cowardly bastard could say, 'Hell, they won't miss me, just one man in thousands.' But, what if every man thought that way? Where in the hell would we be now? What would our country, our loved ones, our homes, even the world, be like?
No, Goddamnit, Americans don't think like that. Every man does his job. Every man serves the whole. Every department, every unit, is important in the vast scheme of this war.
The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns and machinery of war to keep us rolling. The Quartermaster is needed to bring up food and clothes because where we are going there isn't a hell of a lot to steal. Every last man on K.P. has a job to do, even the one who heats our water to keep us from getting the 'G.I. Shits'.
Each man must not think only of himself, but also of his buddy fighting beside him. We don't want yellow cowards in this Army. They should be killed off like rats. If not, they will go home after this war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the Goddamned cowards and we will have a nation of brave men.
One of the bravest men that I ever saw was a fellow on top of a telegraph pole in the midst of a furious fire fight in Tunisia. I stopped and asked what the hell he was doing up there at a time like that.
He answered, 'Fixing the wire, Sir.' I asked, 'Isn't that a little unhealthy right about now?' He answered, 'Yes Sir, but the Goddamned wire has to be fixed.' I asked, 'Don't those planes strafing the road bother you?' And he answered, 'No, Sir, but you sure as hell do!' Now, there was a real man. A real soldier. There was a man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time, no matter how great the odds.
And you should have seen those trucks on the rode to Tunisia. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they rolled over those son-of-a-bitching roads, never stopping, never faltering from their course, with shells bursting all around them all of the time. We got through on good old American guts. Many of those men drove for over forty consecutive hours.
These men weren't combat men, but they were soldiers with a job to do. They did it, and in one hell of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without team effort, without them, the fight would have been lost. All of the links in the chain pulled together and the chain became unbreakable.
Don't forget, you men don't know that I'm here. No mention of that fact is to be made in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell happened to me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this Army. I'm not even supposed to be here in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the Goddamned Germans.
Some day I want to see them raise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl, "Jesus Christ, it's the Goddamned Third Army again and that son-of-a-fucking-bitch Patton".
We want to get the hell over there." The quicker we clean up this Goddamned mess, the quicker we can take a little jaunt against the purple pissing Japs and clean out their nest, too. Before the Goddamned Marines get all of the credit.
Sure, we want to go home. We want this war over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo.
And when we get to Berlin, I am personally going to shoot that paper hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler. Just like I'd shoot a snake!
When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, aGerman will get to him eventually. The hell with that idea. The hell with taking it. My men don't dig foxholes. I don't want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don't give the enemy time to dig one either. We'll win this war, but we'll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans that we've got more guts than they have; or ever will have.
We're not going to just shoot the sons-of-bitches, we're going to rip out their living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun cock suckers by the bushel-fucking-basket.
War is a bloody, killing business. You've got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours. Rip them up the belly. Shoot them in the guts. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt off your face and realize that instead of dirt it's the blood and guts of what once was your best friend beside you, you'll know what to do!
I don't want to get any messages saying, 'I am holding my position.' We are not holding a Goddamned thing. Let the Germans do that. We are advancing constantly and we are not interested in holding onto anything, except the enemy's balls. We are going to twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all of the time.
Our basic plan of operation is to advance and to keep on advancing regardless of whether we have to go over, under, or through the enemy. We are going to go through him like crap through a goose; like shit through a tin horn!
From time to time there will be some complaints that we are pushing our people too hard. I don't give a good Goddamn about such complaints.
I believe in the old and sound rule that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder WE push, the more Germans we will kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that.
There is one great thing that you men will all be able to say after this war is over and you are home once again. You may be thankful that twenty years from now when you are sitting by the fireplace with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what you did in the great World War II, you WON'T have to cough, shift him to the other knee and say, "Well, your Granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana."
No, Sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, "Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great Third Army and a Son-of-a-Goddamned-Bitch named Georgie Patton!"
That is all."