Typical Democrat Bullshit on the Military As Per Usual

Tommy

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, Mister 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, ‘ow’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;
An’ Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool — you bet that Tommy sees!

I would like to know how much civil service salaries and bennies, including retirement and health care, are being slashed, and how many of their jobs are being eliminated. Federal government retirement and health benefits (and I’m looking at the Congressmen, Senators, and Presidents) need to be eliminated entirely. Most of the Federal government should be shut down. HHS, IRS, DoE, EPA, DoJ…all of these agencies are being used as political tools against the populace instead of helping citizens and improving services on behalf of their constitutents.

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    kcduffy said,

    REALLY enjoyed our lunch together Sunday, will do it again at first opportunity. Mmm…

    Point One – Made it home shortly after 6, went to the spaghetti place (Fazoli’s) to eat, fell into bed shortly after that. Only thing I unloaded was the eggs! Duffy says thanks SO much!

    Point Two – If you get onto that social site we were discussing, I am Karla Cassel Duffy. Or you can contact me thru your daughter, will happily add her to my lists! 8)

    See you first weekend in April, I hope, hi to SwampMan & Puppy.

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    swampie said,

    Heh. I’m still conflicted about social sites and data mining! How funny! I was thinking of y’all and writing about our meeting when you commented.

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      kcduffy said,

      I read something a couple years ago…about my inability to stay off the grid so long as I live in the Real World. I have a rather blah footprint, in the grand scheme of things…and if the US GOVT decides to make a move, I’m going to make it a spectacle.

      So I got on that social site. I can’t stop ’em, but I won’t live on my knees.


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