Posted on 10/03/2017 12:43:01 PM PDT by Behind Liberal Lines
Oh yes, right up there with Mike Stivic lecturing to Archie during an episode of “All in the Family” about how the Star Spangled Banner glorifies war.
Next the left will say we’d be better off under Hitler than Trump!-)
Is there ANYTHING that a professor from Ithaca doesn’t know?!
No, the Panzerlied is a warmongering song, professor.
We need less Ithaca and more Sparta.
The ivory tower types have been smoking their own excrement far too long! Maybe the Surgeon General needs to put a warning on toilet paper . . . assuming they even bother to wipe . . .
Our universities are way over their a-hole quotient!
And we know how badly that turned out. I wonder which side Mosher would have been on.
On the other hand, I should just consider the source of this comment -- an academic parasite working in an made-up academic discipline -- and leave it at that.
Oh, Professor! What profound thoughts you have! Pffft!
Let’s change the lyrics for the ol’ prof:
Please less America,
Land that I loath
Climb astride her
And ride her
Off a cliff
Screaming into the void
From the mountains
To the forests
To the oceans
And the trees
Hands off America
And hands off those!
God bless America, land that I love,
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans white with foam,
God bless America,
My home sweet home.
God bless America,
My home sweet home.
It's the ‘swear allegiance’ thingy that triggered
the lefty professors
What is the correct level of patriotism then? And could it have maintained the passions necessary to have defeated the Nazis?
German-American Volksbund?
” ‘God Bless America’ a ‘warmongering song,’ Ithaca professor says”
It’s true. Every time I hear that song I want to go to war against a particular Ithaca professor.
Maybe. Or maybe he would have been okay with Hitler until Hitler betrayed Stalin.
Lol!
But be careful - he must be real smart if one of his specialties is “Sport as Political Resistance”.
No Professor, this is a fighting song:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of
Wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible
Swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
[Chorus]
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling
Camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and
Damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring
Lamps;
His day is marching on.
[Chorus]
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall
Deal;
Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on.”
[Chorus]
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call
Retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement
Seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant,
My feet!
Our God is marching on.
[Chorus]
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Since God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the
Sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
[Chorus]
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
While God is marching on.
“Mosher” is an English last name of Norman origin.
Here’s another fighting song (or, at least, a song for those who fight):
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight;
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
“You ain’t gonna jump no more!”
(CHORUS)
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
He ain’t gonna jump no more!
“Is everybody happy?” cried the Sergeant looking up,
Our Hero feebly answered “Yes,” and then they stood him up;
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop,
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome,
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones;
The canopy became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The days he’d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he’d left behind;
He thought about the medic corps and wondered what they’d find,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild,
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled,
For it had been a week or more since last a ‘chute had failed,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
He hit the ground, the sound was “Splat,” his blood went spurting high,
His comrades they were hurt to say: “A helluva way to die!”
He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
(slowly, solemnly)
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
Intestines were a’dangling from his Paratrooper suit,
He was a mess; they picked him up, and poured him from his boots,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
He ain’t gonna jump no more!
What about these verses?
Oh beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life
America, America
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine
Oh beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears
Heroes, patriot, strife? NO! Not acceptable to the liberal mentality!
Ol' Woody may have been a commie (sympathizer) but I have no quarrel with the song. Not a bit of hate America in it.
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.