"It is an irony of our history that the political home of black racism in American politics is also the historical political home of white racism: the Democratic Party."
— Kevin D. Williamson, National Review
I awoke the other day, earlier than usual, after a long night of getting beat down at the World Hub (every night is a beating). Unable to return to a state of much-needed slumber, I flipped through an assortment of about 200 stations until I found myself drawn to the familiarity of a movie I couldn’t initially recall. But a few minutes of giving it a chance to entertain me jogged my memory enough to remember this flick as one I had originally shunned.
I dredged through a few minutes of “Before Sunrise” at least 10 years ago before asking the girl I was with to change the channel. I was bored, and perhaps a bit confused, by the cerebral dialog mixed with a minimalist plot that appeared to beg for something (like gratuitous explosions) to break the monotony of watching two people talk about what seemed to be the usual Gen X crap. Having given this little piece of cinema another go, I now understand its appeal.
Ornamented by two wandering souls who seem destined to live happily ever after despite being separated by an ocean and six time zones, the movie depicts a deeply personal, almost spiritual, intercourse that everyone fantasizes about, but rarely get to experience for themselves.
The movie is worth your time if you get a chance.
From your ranks come the great captains who hold the nation’s destiny in their hands the moment the war tocsin sounds. The Long Gray Line has never failed us. Were you to do so, a million ghosts in olive drab, in brown khaki, in blue and gray, would rise from their white crosses thundering those magic words: Duty, Honor, Country.
This does not mean that you are war mongers. On the contrary, the soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears ring the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all philosophers: ‘Only the dead have seen the end of war.’
Douglas MacArthur, General of the Army (five-star), Supreme Commander of the Allied Powers during World War II, and recipient of the Medal of Honor; from his “Duty, Honor, Country” address to the United States Military Academy; May 12, 1962.
MacArthur himself graduated first in his class at West Point in 1903.