Memes!

[sabotabby]

1. Stolen from a bunch of people: When you see this, post an anti-war song.


Arthur McBride
Traditional, collected by P.W. Joyce in 1840

I had a first cousin called Arthur McBride
He and I took a stroll down by the seaside;
Seeking good fortune and what might betide
It was just as the day was a'dawnin'

After restin' we both took a tramp
We met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Cramp
Besides the wee drummer who beat up the camp
With his row-dee-dow-dow in the morning

He says my young fellows if you will enlist
A guinea you quickly will have in your fist
Besides a crown for to kick up the dust
And drink the King's health in the morning

For a soldier he leads a very fine life
He always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
And always lives happy and charming

And a soldier he always is decent and clean
In the finest of garments he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning

Says Arthur, I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
You've only the lend of them as I suppose
And you dare not change them one night or you know
If you do you'll be flogged in the morning

And although we are single and free
We take great delight in our own company
And we have no desire strange countries to see
Although your offer is charming

And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and danger we barter on chance
and you'd have no scruples to send us to France
Where we would be shot without warning

And now says the sergeant, if I hear but one word
I'll instantly now will out with my sword
And into your bodies as strength will afford
So now my gay devils take warning

But Arthur and I we took the odds
We gave them no chance to launch out their swords
Whacking shillelaghs came over their heads
And paid them right smart in the morning

As for the wee drummer, we rifled his pow
And made a football of his row-do-dow-dow
Into the ocean to rock and to roll
And bade it a tedious returnin'

As for the old rapier that hung by his side
We flung it as far as we could in the tide
To the Devil I pitch you, says Arthur McBride
To temper your steel in the morning

2. Google image search meme, also all over my friends list:



1. Your age on your next birthday:


2. Your favorite color:


3. Your middle name:


4. The last meal you ate:


5. Your bad habit:


6. Your favorite fruit or vegetable:


7. Your favorite animal:


8. The town you live in:


9. Name of your pet(s):


10. Best friend's nickname:
N/A. I don't know people with nicknames.

11. Your first name:


12. Your last name:

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And here's your Ted Nugent Quote of the Day:

Through gunsports kids learn the fundamentals for improved excellence in the classroom—like concentration and discipline—and for the playground (muscle-control), against peer pressure, and beyond.

I don't really need to make the Columbine comment, because you're all thinking it, aren't you?

P.S. Why do I ever read the Toronto Sun? It just makes me angry.

Comments

[smhwpf.livejournal.com]

I do like that song, because of the way it doesn't follow the standard plot of "Recruiter sells young man a story, young man swallows it, goes off to war and comes back minus a limb or two".

[sabotabby]

That would be "Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye." I think someone else posted that.

[smhwpf.livejournal.com]

Or "Mrs MgGrath", or "The Kerry Recruit" or "The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" (though that's more a case of conscription than swallowing a story). No doubt many others.

[sarars.livejournal.com]

here's an antiwar song: "Rich Man's War," by Steve Earle

Jimmy joined the army ‘cause he had no place to go
There ain’t nobody hirin’
‘round here since all the jobs went
down to Mexico
Reckoned that he’d learn himself a trade maybe see the world
Move to the city someday and marry a black haired girl
Somebody somewhere had another plan
Now he’s got a rifle in his hand
Rollin’ into Baghdad wonderin’ how he got this far
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war

Bobby had an eagle and a flag tattooed on his arm
Red white and blue to the bone when he landed in Kandahar
Left behind a pretty young wife and a baby girl
A stack of overdue bills and went off to save the world
Been a year now and he’s still there
Chasin’ ghosts in the thin dry air
Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war

When will we ever learn
When will we ever see
We stand up and take our turn
And keep tellin’ ourselves we’re free

Ali was the second son of a second son
Grew up in Gaza throwing bottles and rocks when the tanks would come
Ain’t nothin’ else to do around here just a game children play
Somethin’ ‘bout livin’ in fear all your life makes you hard that way

He answered when he got the call
Wrapped himself in death and praised Allah
A fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the door
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war

[sabotabby]

I'm trying to figure out if I've heard that before.

[1in8.livejournal.com]

Ugh, I feel sick.

persephone

[apperception.livejournal.com]

I like your icon.

Re: persephone

[sabotabby]

Isn't it the geekiest thing ever?

[lopukhov.livejournal.com]

Tehe icon. Tehe Ted Nugent irony.

[sabotabby]

I am totally going to crack open a Budweiser with Ted Nugent one of these days. The result will be the best post in the history of my LJ.