"This footage from May and June 2013 shows battalions from the "Free Syrian Army" (FSA) declaring their unification with al-Qaeda's Jabhat al-Nusra (Nusra Front) in the eastern Damascus suburb of Eastern Ghouta and in Aleppo, both strongholds of the anti-government militants. Although some instances have occurred where clashes between the two groups have taken place, for the most part, the FSA and al-Qaeda unite under the banner of Islamic monotheism."
PLEASE NOTE: It is English sub-titled and provides, by name, ALL the groups associated with the 'rebels'.
Quote: Sanguine wrote in post #3Yes, we are Algernon. Fighting fascists on the home front and worldwide.
I honestly don't know how you win a war with the enemy so firmly entrenched within. The fascists aren't just on the home front, they are in our government, in our highest levels of the military and so on. We appear to be surrounded on all sides.
Quote: Sanguine wrote in post #5Well, we do what we can. And, sometimes we can do what we shouldn't be able to.
I want to at least be able to tell my grandkids that I fought the evil.
Thank you.
While I agree with conservgramma that we are surrounded, and believe that we are well on our way to being enfoldied in the New World order, leaving only pretend borders, pretend sovereignty, a meaningless flag and national anthem, I'm also a big fan of:
'Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
From The Poems of Dylan Thomas
Two of my favorite historical stories are that of the Uprising in the Warsaw ghetto in early 1943, and Masaada.