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Such intelligent posts,a pleasure to read !it would be a plus if we could all add more posts such as these to the discussion board at www.anu.org,home of Don Wassall's fine newspaper.The Nationalist Times.
screamingeagle said:To Jimmy Chitwood: Good Post! I hope everybody has read it. He sums up so well the many problems we have dealing with the moslem world.
Coach Dave Daubenmire said:Two hundred and thirty-three years ago a band of brave men reached the point where they determined that enough was enough. As we used to be taught in our schools, one brave man rose to his feet and said "Give me liberty or give me death." (You will be inspired to read what Patrick Henry had to say, which i will submit below).
Patrick Henry and his fellow patriots signed their death warrants on July 4, 1776. As a result most would lose everything they had. But they understood one thing that today we no longer get. Their lives were not as valuable to them as ours are to us. They were a generation who lived their lives for the benefit of the next. They understood that their duty was to "secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity." Aren't you glad they "did their duty?" ...
Patrick Henry said:No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The questing before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.
Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free-- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable  and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace  but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Jimmy Chitwood said:KP and dwid,
the video doesn't mention jews, isreal, or zionism at all except for a historical reference to the Crusades (re. fighting in Jerusalem).
while you are both correct in that some of the muslim hatred for the US is because of America's support of Isreal, that is far from the whole truth. Islam demands that all muslims spread the rule of allah throughout the world by subjugating ALL who don't worship allah... by the sword if the non-muslims don't submit/convert peacefully.
Islam and muslims won't "just get along" with America if we leave them alone. their god, holy books, and so on don't allow for peace treaties, negotiating, or live and let live. according to the muslim world view, the world is divided into two parts: the house of Islam and the house of War.
that's pretty clear cut, mates. you should watch the documentary.
Kaptain Poop said:Jimmy, I watched the video for a bit and turned it off after about the third or fourth Jewish Supremacist "expert" came on to tell about the terrible muslims.
I'm sorry I really don't care about vague and often contradictory passages in ancient books. I do know that the muslim religion highly regards Jesus Christ as a holy prophet and the messiah. Most muslims, like most Christians and most Jews just aren't that religious to take every Holy Book word that seriously.
Contrary to common thought, clashes of civilizations are more often are due to race than religion. Religion is just the rallying cry of a race that gives them some sort of mental moral high ground to do what they were going to do anyway - kill other people for land or power.
IE: Notice how all previous "white" religions all gave way Christianity rather peacefully and yet Christianity was a tough sell to other races. I think muslims in general could care less if white men 1/2 way around the world convert to Islam.
MARAJ, Lebanon  For 25 years, Ali al-Jarrah managed to live on both sides of the bitterest divide running through this region. To friends and neighbors, he was an earnest supporter of the Palestinian cause, an affable, white-haired family man who worked as an administrator at a nearby school.
To Israel, he appears to have been a valued spy, sending reports and taking clandestine photographs of Palestinian groups and Hezbollah since 1983.
screamingeagle said:Mr Wassell:
Moslems hate us because they are trained from birth to hate all infidels. They are willing to trade with us, but only on their terms. If Isreal did not exist, they would find another reason to hate us.
American foreign policy is based on the Munich principle. "If only we stood up to Hitler at Munich, there would not have been a WW II!" This is open to debate. I known Europeans who believe WW II would have never happened if the Czechs resisted Hitler's invasion.
I do agree that Moslems should not be allowed in the US. We Christians are not allowed in most of Arabia, so they should not be allowed in the US. Fair is Fair.
Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.
Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.
Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.
They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor. What kind of men were they?
Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated. But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.
Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.
Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.
At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.
Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.
John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. A few weeks later he died from exhaustion and a broken heart.
Norris and Livingston suffered similar fates. Such were the stories and sacrifices of the American Revolution. These were not wild-eyed, rabble-rousing ruffians. They were soft-spoken men of means and education. They had security, but they valued liberty more. Standing tall, straight, and unwavering, they pledged: "For the support of this declaration, with firm reliance on the protection of the divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor."
They gave you and me a free and independent America. The history books never told you a lot about what happened in the Revolutionary War. We didn't fight just the British.
We were British subjects at that time and we fought our own government!
Some of us take these liberties so much for granted, but we shouldn't. So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid. Remember: freedom is never free!
I hope you will show your support by please sending this to as many people as you can. It's time we get the word out that patriotism is NOT a sin, and the Fourth of July has more to it than beer, picnics, and baseball games.
</CITE><H1>The one man army: How a Cambridge-educated botanist fought a three-year war against 4,000 Japanese troops</H1>
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The headlights of a Morris saloon car cut through the dense blackness of the tropical night.
Driving after dark was forbidden in Japanese-occupied Malaya, and the men in the car knew that if they were caught they would face torture and beheading.
Six of the group were Chinese guerillas. But one of them was Captain Freddy Spencer Chapman, a British special forces officer stranded behind enemy lines but determined to keep fighting, even when racked with disease and suffering from terrible injuries.
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Jungle soldier: Freddy Spencer Chapman pictured in Tibet in 1936
It was July 1942. Five months earlier, in what Winston Churchill termed the worst disaster in British history, the British colonies of Malaya and Singapore had fallen to the Japanese army.
Aside from Chapman, among the few British troops now left on the Malayan peninsula were the thousands of prisoners-of-war incarcerated in camps, often in horrific conditions.
If caught, Chapman knew he would be treated not as a prisoner-of-war but a spy and duly executed. Several of his ex-comrades had already been captured and beheaded.
Suddenly, out of the night came headlights. A Japanese army truck loomed towards them.
'Japun, <CITE>Japun,' </CITE>shouted the Chinese guerillas in panic. The Morris swerved violently and came to a halt in front of the truck.
Chapman could see they were hopelessly outnumbered: the truck contained at least 40 Japanese.
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Celebrated: Freddy Spencer Chapman entered the war as a much decorated lieutenant colonel with the Seaforth Highlanders
But as the six Chinese dashed frantically for the cover of the roadside trees, Chapman seized his chance.
Crouching behind the Morris, he lobbed a couple of grenades into the truck before he, too, dashed towards the jungle.
His courage cost him dearly. A bullet passed through his left arm and another caught him on the side of his face. As he stumbled through the darkness, a mortar bomb exploded beside him, throwing him against a rubber tree.
With the Japanese strafing the ground with mortar and machine-gun fire, it was clear he had to keep moving.
Together with one of the Chinese guerillas, he ran through the trees as, for three hours, the Japanese raked the jungle with bullets.
The jungle camp that had been their intended destination was at least 14 miles away and Chapman and the guerilla had no water or food, no compass or a map, and only the stars to guide them.
He wrote a diary in Eskimo in case it fell into enemy hands
Chapman had lost a lot of blood. Even before his new injuries, his left leg was weak from an old bullet wound, and he was frequently racked with painful bouts of dysentery.
But hour after hour he drove himself onwards, through thorn thickets and paddy swamps, down sheer ravines, up steep hillsides.
Keeping going was, he wrote afterwards, a matter of willpower: 'The capabilities of the human body are almost unlimited.'
Fortunately, willpower was a quality that Freddy Spencer Chapman possessed in abundance.
After marching all night, and much of the following day, he and his companion made it back to their temporary camp.
And it was there, in the ensuing days, that he was told of the damage he had caused to the enemy.
'It was with great satisfaction I learned my grenades had accounted for eight of them and wounded many more'.
It was not the first blow Chapman had struck against the Japanese.
In a new biography, historian Brian Moynahan recounts how the young officer successfully led a tiny resistance war that wrought such havoc on Japanese supply lines that local commanders were convinced they were looking for a 200-strong force of Australian guerillas and dispatched a force of 4,000 to catch them.
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Chapman single-handedly wreaked so much havoc on Japanese supply lines they thought he was a 200-strong force
Yet Chapman's exploits have largely gone overlooked in the history books, forgotten amid the many tales of heroism from the conflict in Europe.
That is a terrible injustice. For his story of endurance in the fetid heat of the Malayan jungle is surely one of the most awe-inspiring of the whole war.
So how did this unlikely hero end up trapped behind enemy lines?
Chapman's survival skills had been honed during a tough boyhood. Orphaned young, he grew to be solitary, self-reliant and resourceful.
He exulted in pushing himself to extremes, once encouraging his fellow pupils to hit him over the head with a cricket bat 'to see how hard he could take it.'
After Cambridge University he became an explorer, learning to thrive on danger, discomfort and exhaustion.
He joined the army at the outbreak of war, soon transferring to special forces. In September 1941, as tensions in the Far East mounted, Chapman was posted to Singapore as the second in command of a Special Training School, to prepare expats for resistance against the Japanese, should they invade.
But he found the colonial authorities dismissive. Neither Singapore, the so-called 'Impregnable Fortress', nor Malaya, protected by its thick jungle barrier, would ever fall to the 'little yellow men', they insisted.
Chapman was refused permission to train either British civilians or local Chinese communists who settled in the region and hated the Japanese since their homeland had been invaded in 1937.
It was not until Japanese troops landed in Malaya and bombed Singapore on December 8, 1941, that Chapman was finally taken seriously.
He only had time to give a crash course in guerilla tactics to a handful of volunteers before the Japanese forces were on his doorstep and he was forced to flee.
Chapman trekked for days until he was deep behind enemy lines.
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Heralded: Chapman's warfare skills earned him praise from Earl Mountbatten
Despite his training, he had little experience of the jungle environment, with its green cathedral of trees that almost blocked out the sunlight, thorns and leeches that tore into the flesh, and the searing heat that left them drenched in sweat by day, only to shiver with cold at night.
Wading through swamps, hacking his way through dense vegetation, struggling to navigate when he could barely see the sun, let alone any landmarks, he became weak as his food supplies dwindled to nothing.
His original intention had been to rendezvous with another pocket of British resistance fighters.
But when he arrived at the prearranged point, he discovered that he had been left behind - assumed lost or dead.
Undeterred, Chapman unleashed his guerilla campaign.
In the 'mad fortnight' that followed, as Chapman later referred to it, he crept through the jungle night after night to lay charges on railway bridges and roads, derailing troop and supply trains, and blowing convoys of trucks high into the air before raking them with bullets and grenades.
Chapman estimated that, together with the help of two other British officers, he derailed eight trains, damaged 15 bridges, cut the railway track in 60 places, destroyed 40 trucks or cars and accounted for between 500 and 1,500 casualties.
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It was, as Earl Mountbatten would later describe it: 'more than a whole division of the British Army could have achieved'.
The risks were immense. When any of the locals who assisted him were caught, their whole village would be burnt to the ground - the inhabitants incinerated inside their houses, or shot and bayoneted to death, men, women and children.
Chastened by such endurance, despite suffering many of the jungle's ills - pneumonia, infected leech bites and blackwater fever, a variant of malaria that caused him 'frightful vomiting and dysentery, accompanied by such agonising pains across my pelvis that it seemed as if all my bones must come apart'.
When the fever was at its height, his fits were so bad that two men had to hold him down.
On another, he was gripped by a bout of malarial fever so acute that the guerillas had to gag him lest his chattering teeth give their position away to a Japanese search party nearby.
Yet each time, Chapman recovered. The jungle, he later said, was neutral: 'It is the attitude of mind that determines whether you go under or survive.'
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To occupy himself, Chapman studied botany - pressing flowers, identifying bird species and writing copious notes.
'I had always made a point of doing this in any country I ever visited for any length of time,' he wrote, 'and I saw no reason why the presence of the Japs should prevent me now.'
He also kept a diary, writing in Eskimo - which he had learned on an expedition to Greenland in his youth - lest it should fall into Japanese hands.
Often, he became restless and took himself off on hunting expeditions into the jungle, learning to move silently on bare feet, to catch deer with his bare hands.
He travelled to other guerilla camps and en route he lived variously with Chinese bandits, Malay tribespeople and communists.
On one such visit he was served a special banquet, with an unfamiliar meat. It was only later he learned the hideous truth.
'I was told I had been eating Jap,' he wrote. 'Though I would not knowingly have become a cannibal, I was quite interested to have sampled human flesh.'
On another occasion he fell in with some communists whose leader was, he suspected, about to betray him to the Japanese. So one night he slipped away into the jungle - unarmed, with little food and no navigational tools.
Hacking his way through the jungle tested even Chapman's immense physical and mental strength.
The heat seemed to rise up from the ground, torturing him with thirst, his heavy rucksack rubbed the skin off his shoulders, midges bit him till his eyes were swollen almost shut.
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Interests: Chapman studied botany in his spare time
Weak and disoriented, misfortune finally caught up with him: he stumbled on a Japanese patrol and was captured.
For any other man, this would have spelled the end.
But with guile and charm, Chapman persuaded the Japanese officer not to tie him up and in the dead of night he was able to wriggle out under the tent flap and escape into the jungle once more.
For six days he marched on his ulcerated, weakened legs, light-headed with fever and hunger, barely stopping to sleep.
The steep ravines and mountains tested him to the limit, as Japanese planes circled overhead searching for the British prey who had so humiliated them.
It was only when Chapman realised, to his horror, that he had been walking in a huge circle that he finally despaired.
He lay, sweating and feverish, in a jungle shelter, singing old love songs and remembering former girlfriends.
'It was an unpleasant sensation to lie there alone in the depths of the jungle, convinced that I had only a few hours to live.' He was just 36.
But the story does not end there. For miraculously, little by little, Chapman once again recovered his strength and eventually made it back to his old friends in the guerilla camp.
And in December 1943, he was overjoyed to be joined by two special forces officers, John Davis and Richard Broome, who had been landed in Malaya by submarine to coordinate guerilla activity for a planned Allied invasion.
For over a year they worked as a three-man unit, training Chinese guerillas, making contact with other resistance groups and trying desperately to procure a working radio.
At last, in February 1945, they obtained one and made contact with the British forces in Ceylon, who were at first reluctant to believe that any of them, but particularly Chapman, could possibly be alive after so long in the jungle.
A rescue plan was soon launched to bring the jungle heroes home and in May 1945, after a hazardous journey to the coast, they were picked up by submarine and taken back to Ceylon.
Chapman's heroic tale of survival was over and three months later Japan finally surrendered.
In recognition of his extraordinary achievements and endurance he was given a DSO and bar, although not the Victoria Cross that many, including Mountbatten, thought he deserved.
Yet for years after the war, Chapman felt a keen sense of despair. Having sealed off his emotions in the jungle, in peace-time he found himself tormented by memories of 'companions shot down beside me . . . the screams of defenceless Chinese women and children bayoneted to death by the Japanese'.
He married and had three sons, and a successful career as a headmaster.
But aged 64, weakened by the illnesses he had picked up in the jungle and suffering from depression, he shot himself in his study.
'I don't want you to have to nurse an invalid for the rest of my life,' he wrote in a note to his wife.
It was a last sacrifice of a courageous and utterly English hero, a man who gave every ounce of his mental and physical strength to the cause he believed in, whose extraordinary bravery and tenacity were an inspiration to all who observed him.
Perhaps only now, with the publication of this biography, will Freddy Spencer Chapman win the recognition his memory deserves.
As one SOE officer and historian said of him, his survival in such circumstances and against such overwhelming odds represents: 'Evidence of what the human body can be prevailed upon by the human spirit to endure.'
"¢ <CITE style="FONT-STYLE: italic">JUNGLE SOLDIER: The True Story of Freddy Spencer Chapman, by Brian Moynahan, is published by Quercus, priced £18.99.