This is a little something to honor the 70th Anniversary of the largest land invasion in history - D-Day.
I've been recently watching a lot of old movies (in particular animated movies) from my past, and I really felt ashamed not having seen films such as Bambi growing up. So, in this case I went and saw both Bambi 1 & 2 and really had my comments, but overall enjoyed it. Since many of the classic Disney films were made during the war years and played roles in the war effort, I felt it was in their place to commemorate the beginning and the end of World War II.
Bambi (film & characters) (C) "1942" David HandJames Algar, Samuel Armstrong, Graham Heid, Bill Roberts, Paul Satterfield, Norman Wright, Walt Disney, Perce Pearce, Larry Morey, Vernon Stallings, Melvin Shaw, Carl Fallberg, Chuck Couch, Ralph Wright (Bambi, A Life in the Woods by Felix Salten) - (Walt Disney Pictures (TM) )
Prevent Forest Fire (poster) (C) "1944"
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I've been recently watching a lot of old movies (in particular animated movies) from my past, and I really felt ashamed not having seen films such as Bambi growing up. So, in this case I went and saw both Bambi 1 & 2 and really had my comments, but overall enjoyed it. Since many of the classic Disney films were made during the war years and played roles in the war effort, I felt it was in their place to commemorate the beginning and the end of World War II.
Bambi (film & characters) (C) "1942" David HandJames Algar, Samuel Armstrong, Graham Heid, Bill Roberts, Paul Satterfield, Norman Wright, Walt Disney, Perce Pearce, Larry Morey, Vernon Stallings, Melvin Shaw, Carl Fallberg, Chuck Couch, Ralph Wright (Bambi, A Life in the Woods by Felix Salten) - (Walt Disney Pictures (TM) )
Prevent Forest Fire (poster) (C) "1944"
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Ah, memories. (Glad you enjoyed them, at least. The first one is a work of absolute art.)
Hehe, you might get a kick out of this. My Great-Uncle Pete Hoekstra (Frisian name, no relation to the congressman, who the internet says thinks he fought in D-Day) was in the front lines on Normandy, and he was one of only four carpenters on the whole platoon. The three that came out remained drinking buddies for the next 20 years...
He drilled into the whole rest of the family to never be too subservient to authority - tells my aunt, "War is hell and your authority figure will never be big enough to protect you. I was the carpenter who made the general's outhouse seats after the landing. The president [Eisenhower] has shat through my handiwork. Don't ever assume these guys are larger than life." xD
Hehe, you might get a kick out of this. My Great-Uncle Pete Hoekstra (Frisian name, no relation to the congressman, who the internet says thinks he fought in D-Day) was in the front lines on Normandy, and he was one of only four carpenters on the whole platoon. The three that came out remained drinking buddies for the next 20 years...
He drilled into the whole rest of the family to never be too subservient to authority - tells my aunt, "War is hell and your authority figure will never be big enough to protect you. I was the carpenter who made the general's outhouse seats after the landing. The president [Eisenhower] has shat through my handiwork. Don't ever assume these guys are larger than life." xD
Now in heaven, that'll be a story to tell. What it feels like to die like that...
And my age. Kinda horrifying to think about, really glad there's not a draft anymore... The most potent arguments for war are the ones that are too dead to argue. If this was "Stranger in a Strange Land" and war ghosts served in government, the world would probably be a much safer place...
And my age. Kinda horrifying to think about, really glad there's not a draft anymore... The most potent arguments for war are the ones that are too dead to argue. If this was "Stranger in a Strange Land" and war ghosts served in government, the world would probably be a much safer place...
Any carpenter who can make wood that withstands the atomic weight of Eisenhower's balls deserves kudos, no?
Everybody has some cosmic convergence to brag about; I once brushed against Bruce Springsteen in Dublin of all cities, across the street from the "Thunder Road Cafe," of all places, some coincidences you can't make up...
Everybody has some cosmic convergence to brag about; I once brushed against Bruce Springsteen in Dublin of all cities, across the street from the "Thunder Road Cafe," of all places, some coincidences you can't make up...
That is an amazing story. I wish I had Uncles like that with riveting tales of their experiences in action.
But, I'm still glad to have an uncle who never served in WW2, but collects WW2 memorabilia. In a few years or so, that means all those stuff will be mine.
But, I'm still glad to have an uncle who never served in WW2, but collects WW2 memorabilia. In a few years or so, that means all those stuff will be mine.
Hehe! Inheritances. Make sure he gets it in writing! And make sure you have someplace to store it, I speak from experience.
"Riveting tales?" That was his comment, "Any guy who tells you how heroic he was or how much he suffered, is just trying to get under someone's skirt. We sat around making up stories we'd tell when we got home; about how this guy saved the French Orphanage with five bullets and beat Goering to death with his rifle-butt, and getting each other to corroborate." Paraphrasing slightly there... The guy's long dead, but if you stick hundreds of guys together and make them work and occasionally get shot, stories grow...
"Riveting tales?" That was his comment, "Any guy who tells you how heroic he was or how much he suffered, is just trying to get under someone's skirt. We sat around making up stories we'd tell when we got home; about how this guy saved the French Orphanage with five bullets and beat Goering to death with his rifle-butt, and getting each other to corroborate." Paraphrasing slightly there... The guy's long dead, but if you stick hundreds of guys together and make them work and occasionally get shot, stories grow...
Be seated.
Men, all this stuff you hear about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of bullshit. Americans love to fight. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big-league ball players and the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. That's why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. The very thought of losing is hateful to Americans. Battle is the most significant competition in which a man can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base.
You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you right here today would be killed in a major battle. Every man is scared in his first action. If he says he's not, he's a goddamn liar. But the real hero is the man who fights even though he's scared. Some men will get over their fright in a minute under fire, some take an hour, and for some it takes days. But the real man never lets his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood.
All through your army career you men have bitched about what you call 'this chicken-shit drilling.' That is all for a purpose—to ensure instant obedience to orders and to create constant alertness. This must be bred into every soldier. I don't give a fuck for a man who is not always on his toes. But the drilling has made veterans of all you men. You are ready! A man has to be alert all the time if he expects to keep on breathing. If not, some German son-of-a-bitch will sneak up behind him and beat him to death with a sock full of shit. There are four hundred neatly marked graves in Sicily, all because one man went to sleep on the job—but they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before his officer did.
An army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, and fights as a team. This individual hero stuff is bullshit. The bilious bastards who write that stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real battle than they do about fucking. And we have the best team—we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit and the best men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity these poor bastards we're going up against.
All the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters. Every single man in the army plays a vital role. So don't ever let up. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. What if every truck driver decided that he didn't like the whine of the shells and turned yellow and jumped headlong into a ditch? That cowardly bastard could say to himself, 'Hell, they won't miss me, just one man in thousands.' What if every man said that? Where in the hell would we be then? No, thank God, Americans don't say that. Every man does his job. Every man is important. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns, the quartermaster is needed to bring up the food and clothes for us because where we are going there isn't a hell of a lot to steal. Every last damn man in the mess hall, even the one who boils the water to keep us from getting the GI shits, has a job to do.
Each man must think not only of himself, but think of his buddy fighting alongside him. We don't want yellow cowards in the army. They should be killed off like flies. If not, they will go back home after the war, goddamn cowards, and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the goddamn cowards and we'll have a nation of brave men.
One of the bravest men I saw in the African campaign was on a telegraph pole in the midst of furious fire while we were moving toward Tunis. I stopped and asked him what the hell he was doing up there. He answered, 'Fixing the wire, sir.' 'Isn't it a little unhealthy up there right now?' I asked. 'Yes sir, but this goddamn wire has got to be fixed.' I asked, 'Don't those planes strafing the road bother you?' And he answered, 'No sir, but you sure as hell do.' Now, there was a real soldier. A real man. A man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how great the odds, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty appeared at the time.
And you should have seen the trucks on the road to Gabès. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they crawled along those son-of-a-bitch roads, never stopping, never deviating from their course with shells bursting all around them. Many of the men drove over 40 consecutive hours. We got through on good old American guts. These were not combat men. But they were soldiers with a job to do. They were part of a team. Without them the fight would have been lost.
Sure, we all want to go home. We want to get this war over with. But you can't win a war lying down. The quickest way to get it over with is to get the bastards who started it. We want to get the hell over there and clean the goddamn thing up, and then get at those purple-pissing Japs. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. So keep moving. And when we get to Berlin, I am personally going to shoot that paper-hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler.
When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a Boche will get him eventually. The hell with that. My men don't dig foxholes. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. We'll win this war, but we'll win it only by fighting and showing the Germans that we've got more guts than they have or ever will have. We're not just going to shoot the bastards, we're going to rip out their living goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket.
Some of you men are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you'll all do your duty. War is a bloody business, a killing business. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them, spill their blood or they will spill yours. Shoot them in the guts. Rip open their belly. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt from your face and you realize that it's not dirt, it's the blood and gut of what was once your best friend, you'll know what to do.
I don't want any messages saying 'I'm holding my position.' We're not holding a goddamned thing. We're advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding anything except the enemy's balls. We're going to hold him by his balls and we're going to kick him in the ass; twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all the time. Our plan of operation is to advance and keep on advancing. We're going to go through the enemy like shit through a tinhorn.
There will be some complaints that we're pushing our people too hard. I don't give a damn about such complaints. I believe that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder we push, the more Germans we kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing harder means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that. My men don't surrender. I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he is hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight. That's not just bullshit either. I want men like the lieutenant in Libya who, with a Luger against his chest, swept aside the gun with his hand, jerked his helmet off with the other and busted the hell out of the Boche with the helmet. Then he picked up the gun and he killed another German. All this time the man had a bullet through his lung. That's a man for you!
Don't forget, you don't know I'm here at all. No word of that fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell they did with me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this army. I'm not even supposed to be in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the goddamned Germans. Some day, I want them to rise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl 'Ach! It's the goddamned Third Army and that son-of-a-bitch Patton again!'
Then there's one thing you men will be able to say when this war is over and you get back home. Thirty years from now when you're sitting by your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks, 'What did you do in the great World War Two?' You won't have to cough and say, 'Well, your granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana.' No sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say 'Son, your granddaddy rode with the great Third Army and a son-of-a-goddamned-bitch named George Patton!'
All right, you sons of bitches. You know how I feel. I'll be proud to lead you wonderful guys in battle anytime, anywhere. That's all.
Men, all this stuff you hear about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of bullshit. Americans love to fight. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big-league ball players and the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. That's why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. The very thought of losing is hateful to Americans. Battle is the most significant competition in which a man can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base.
You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you right here today would be killed in a major battle. Every man is scared in his first action. If he says he's not, he's a goddamn liar. But the real hero is the man who fights even though he's scared. Some men will get over their fright in a minute under fire, some take an hour, and for some it takes days. But the real man never lets his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood.
All through your army career you men have bitched about what you call 'this chicken-shit drilling.' That is all for a purpose—to ensure instant obedience to orders and to create constant alertness. This must be bred into every soldier. I don't give a fuck for a man who is not always on his toes. But the drilling has made veterans of all you men. You are ready! A man has to be alert all the time if he expects to keep on breathing. If not, some German son-of-a-bitch will sneak up behind him and beat him to death with a sock full of shit. There are four hundred neatly marked graves in Sicily, all because one man went to sleep on the job—but they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before his officer did.
An army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, and fights as a team. This individual hero stuff is bullshit. The bilious bastards who write that stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real battle than they do about fucking. And we have the best team—we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit and the best men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity these poor bastards we're going up against.
All the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters. Every single man in the army plays a vital role. So don't ever let up. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. What if every truck driver decided that he didn't like the whine of the shells and turned yellow and jumped headlong into a ditch? That cowardly bastard could say to himself, 'Hell, they won't miss me, just one man in thousands.' What if every man said that? Where in the hell would we be then? No, thank God, Americans don't say that. Every man does his job. Every man is important. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns, the quartermaster is needed to bring up the food and clothes for us because where we are going there isn't a hell of a lot to steal. Every last damn man in the mess hall, even the one who boils the water to keep us from getting the GI shits, has a job to do.
Each man must think not only of himself, but think of his buddy fighting alongside him. We don't want yellow cowards in the army. They should be killed off like flies. If not, they will go back home after the war, goddamn cowards, and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the goddamn cowards and we'll have a nation of brave men.
One of the bravest men I saw in the African campaign was on a telegraph pole in the midst of furious fire while we were moving toward Tunis. I stopped and asked him what the hell he was doing up there. He answered, 'Fixing the wire, sir.' 'Isn't it a little unhealthy up there right now?' I asked. 'Yes sir, but this goddamn wire has got to be fixed.' I asked, 'Don't those planes strafing the road bother you?' And he answered, 'No sir, but you sure as hell do.' Now, there was a real soldier. A real man. A man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how great the odds, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty appeared at the time.
And you should have seen the trucks on the road to Gabès. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they crawled along those son-of-a-bitch roads, never stopping, never deviating from their course with shells bursting all around them. Many of the men drove over 40 consecutive hours. We got through on good old American guts. These were not combat men. But they were soldiers with a job to do. They were part of a team. Without them the fight would have been lost.
Sure, we all want to go home. We want to get this war over with. But you can't win a war lying down. The quickest way to get it over with is to get the bastards who started it. We want to get the hell over there and clean the goddamn thing up, and then get at those purple-pissing Japs. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. So keep moving. And when we get to Berlin, I am personally going to shoot that paper-hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler.
When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a Boche will get him eventually. The hell with that. My men don't dig foxholes. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. We'll win this war, but we'll win it only by fighting and showing the Germans that we've got more guts than they have or ever will have. We're not just going to shoot the bastards, we're going to rip out their living goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket.
Some of you men are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you'll all do your duty. War is a bloody business, a killing business. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them, spill their blood or they will spill yours. Shoot them in the guts. Rip open their belly. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt from your face and you realize that it's not dirt, it's the blood and gut of what was once your best friend, you'll know what to do.
I don't want any messages saying 'I'm holding my position.' We're not holding a goddamned thing. We're advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding anything except the enemy's balls. We're going to hold him by his balls and we're going to kick him in the ass; twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all the time. Our plan of operation is to advance and keep on advancing. We're going to go through the enemy like shit through a tinhorn.
There will be some complaints that we're pushing our people too hard. I don't give a damn about such complaints. I believe that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder we push, the more Germans we kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing harder means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that. My men don't surrender. I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he is hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight. That's not just bullshit either. I want men like the lieutenant in Libya who, with a Luger against his chest, swept aside the gun with his hand, jerked his helmet off with the other and busted the hell out of the Boche with the helmet. Then he picked up the gun and he killed another German. All this time the man had a bullet through his lung. That's a man for you!
Don't forget, you don't know I'm here at all. No word of that fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell they did with me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this army. I'm not even supposed to be in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the goddamned Germans. Some day, I want them to rise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl 'Ach! It's the goddamned Third Army and that son-of-a-bitch Patton again!'
Then there's one thing you men will be able to say when this war is over and you get back home. Thirty years from now when you're sitting by your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks, 'What did you do in the great World War Two?' You won't have to cough and say, 'Well, your granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana.' No sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say 'Son, your granddaddy rode with the great Third Army and a son-of-a-goddamned-bitch named George Patton!'
All right, you sons of bitches. You know how I feel. I'll be proud to lead you wonderful guys in battle anytime, anywhere. That's all.
Churchill, a horrible person? Not really. He had his faults, like any other man. Sure he wasn't especially racially tolerant, but then not many people were. He was not unfaithful to his wife, he was loyal to his staff, he was a considerate and able officer in the trenches, and he was a brave man. His only real faults were that he was as a young man ambitious and downright ungrateful to his mother, but then she had never shown him much love as a child. He had the courage to criticise Kitchener, a celebrated national hero and Chief of Staff, for his treatment of enemy wounded when most would have been mortified at the idea. He desperately wanted to help his father in his career, but his father frequently rejected him and expressed his disappointment in him.
So, in what ways do you believe he was nasty, then? And how did he make the war last longer? By refusing to surrender to Hitler, you mean?
So, in what ways do you believe he was nasty, then? And how did he make the war last longer? By refusing to surrender to Hitler, you mean?
You should really dig deeper. He lengthened the war by repeatedly sacking and replacing commanders in North Africa before they could even put into effect a strategy, repeatedly changing his mind about what theater should receive said focus (if he hadn't pulled out support from North Africa for Greece, and then Burma, neither of which were going to be able to be held in the first place, they would have pushed the italians out of Africa before the Germans even arrived)
Here are some further points to further point this out.
• In 1915, as First Lord of the Admiralty, Churchill was a prime mover behind the Gallipoli campaign, a disastrous attempt to land troops on the shores of the Dardanelles strait prior to capturing Istanbul and forcing route through the Black Sea to Russia. In nine months of fighting the Allies sustained 140,000 casualties and the ensuing defeat damaged Churchill's political career.
• Churchill's Budget of 1925 has become infamous for returning Britain to the gold standard, at a fixed rate of $4.80 to the pound. The aim was to restore Britain's position at the centre of the world's financial system. Many now argue that this high exchange rate made British industry uncompetitive and prolonged the slump.
• The spring of 1940 saw Churchill, once more First Lord, back the disastrous invasion of Norway. Intended to prevent the country from being occupied by Nazi Germany, the operation's failure saw a German invasion and led to the downfall of prime minister Neville Chamberlain, Churchill's predecessor in Downing Street.
• At the Yalta conference in 1945, Churchill acquiesced to Stalin's demand for control over eastern Europe in return for a guarantee that Greece would not fall into the Soviet sphere of influence. This, critics say, effectively sealed the fate of countries including Poland, Hungary and Romania, which only regained their independence in the late 80s and early 90s
Churchill ruthlessly exploited India and had the audacity of calling Hindus as a foul race deserving extinction despite thousands of Indians dying for England in both the world wars. His ruthless antics united Indians in breaking away from Britain, who till then, were quite divided over whether to seek limited autonomy or independence. He regarded any non-Western civilization as sub-human. Also his contribution in defeating Nazis is overrated. WWII was mainly won by the US and Russia. De Gaulle was not like Churchill but still ended up on winning side. In such a situation Britain would have ended up on winning side even under Chamberlain.
We often hear of Saddam using poison gas on the Kurds and Iranians, but the first one to advocate the use of poison gas in Iraq was Winston Churchill, who said: "I am strongly in favour of using poisoned gas against uncivilised tribes."
What follows is probably the best argument of all of them:
Like most of the other great figures in History, Winston Churchill's supposed 'greatness' owes much more to myth, to propaganda and to the people's need for 'Heroes' than it does to any of his accomplishments during life. The British nation's fascination, obsession with and glorification of the Second World War is the main reason for Churchill's popularity. After all, many people's understanding and attitude towards world affairs, politics, the EU and 20th century history virtually begins and ends with that conflict.
The Germans are still viewed as 'Nazis.' The French are still perceived as 'collaborators.' We have no strong feelings towards the Spanish because they were Neutral during that conflict. And because of that fact, they would remain under the rule of the 'not quite' fascist dictator, Generalisimo Franco until his death in 1975. And likewise, we still long to view ourselves as "The Plucky Little British Underdogs" who defeated Hitler and 'Saved the World.'
To this end, Churchill has become a symbol of our defiance, our resilience and our National 'Stiff Upper Lip.' So rather than not knowing the truth about Churchill, the fact is that we simply don't WANT to know.
Like the Americans' refusal to face up to the truth about Washington, Lincoln and their respective wars because it would shatter their noble delusions, facing up to realities of Churchill's life and career would destroy our 'National Pride.'
It's no accident that the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom during our last 'Great War;' our last 'Great Victory' and our last independent action as a true 'World Power' before we became America's lapdog is now perceived as being the 'The Greatest Britain.' In fact, any man or woman who'd led the country during that conflict would now enjoy Churchill's place in history. And just as we've done with Churchill himself, we would shout that person's accomplishments from the rooftops, whilst ignoring, downplaying, and making excuses for his failures and his crimes.
"We shall wipe them out, every single one of one them, men, women and children, there shall not be a single Japanese left on the face of the Earth." Winston Churchill.
Here are some further points to further point this out.
• In 1915, as First Lord of the Admiralty, Churchill was a prime mover behind the Gallipoli campaign, a disastrous attempt to land troops on the shores of the Dardanelles strait prior to capturing Istanbul and forcing route through the Black Sea to Russia. In nine months of fighting the Allies sustained 140,000 casualties and the ensuing defeat damaged Churchill's political career.
• Churchill's Budget of 1925 has become infamous for returning Britain to the gold standard, at a fixed rate of $4.80 to the pound. The aim was to restore Britain's position at the centre of the world's financial system. Many now argue that this high exchange rate made British industry uncompetitive and prolonged the slump.
• The spring of 1940 saw Churchill, once more First Lord, back the disastrous invasion of Norway. Intended to prevent the country from being occupied by Nazi Germany, the operation's failure saw a German invasion and led to the downfall of prime minister Neville Chamberlain, Churchill's predecessor in Downing Street.
• At the Yalta conference in 1945, Churchill acquiesced to Stalin's demand for control over eastern Europe in return for a guarantee that Greece would not fall into the Soviet sphere of influence. This, critics say, effectively sealed the fate of countries including Poland, Hungary and Romania, which only regained their independence in the late 80s and early 90s
Churchill ruthlessly exploited India and had the audacity of calling Hindus as a foul race deserving extinction despite thousands of Indians dying for England in both the world wars. His ruthless antics united Indians in breaking away from Britain, who till then, were quite divided over whether to seek limited autonomy or independence. He regarded any non-Western civilization as sub-human. Also his contribution in defeating Nazis is overrated. WWII was mainly won by the US and Russia. De Gaulle was not like Churchill but still ended up on winning side. In such a situation Britain would have ended up on winning side even under Chamberlain.
We often hear of Saddam using poison gas on the Kurds and Iranians, but the first one to advocate the use of poison gas in Iraq was Winston Churchill, who said: "I am strongly in favour of using poisoned gas against uncivilised tribes."
What follows is probably the best argument of all of them:
Like most of the other great figures in History, Winston Churchill's supposed 'greatness' owes much more to myth, to propaganda and to the people's need for 'Heroes' than it does to any of his accomplishments during life. The British nation's fascination, obsession with and glorification of the Second World War is the main reason for Churchill's popularity. After all, many people's understanding and attitude towards world affairs, politics, the EU and 20th century history virtually begins and ends with that conflict.
The Germans are still viewed as 'Nazis.' The French are still perceived as 'collaborators.' We have no strong feelings towards the Spanish because they were Neutral during that conflict. And because of that fact, they would remain under the rule of the 'not quite' fascist dictator, Generalisimo Franco until his death in 1975. And likewise, we still long to view ourselves as "The Plucky Little British Underdogs" who defeated Hitler and 'Saved the World.'
To this end, Churchill has become a symbol of our defiance, our resilience and our National 'Stiff Upper Lip.' So rather than not knowing the truth about Churchill, the fact is that we simply don't WANT to know.
Like the Americans' refusal to face up to the truth about Washington, Lincoln and their respective wars because it would shatter their noble delusions, facing up to realities of Churchill's life and career would destroy our 'National Pride.'
It's no accident that the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom during our last 'Great War;' our last 'Great Victory' and our last independent action as a true 'World Power' before we became America's lapdog is now perceived as being the 'The Greatest Britain.' In fact, any man or woman who'd led the country during that conflict would now enjoy Churchill's place in history. And just as we've done with Churchill himself, we would shout that person's accomplishments from the rooftops, whilst ignoring, downplaying, and making excuses for his failures and his crimes.
"We shall wipe them out, every single one of one them, men, women and children, there shall not be a single Japanese left on the face of the Earth." Winston Churchill.
Dude, I'm not saying Churchill was perfect! Far from it. But you're just taking the bad bits about him while ignoring the positives. That is not good history. Also the bit about Stalin is just plain Naive. I don';t really want to deliver a long rebuttal because it honestly doesn't make a difference. We can't change each other's opinions, and I won't have the arrogance to try to change yours.
Perhaps Stalin's haunting assessment is a more balanced view.
"Britain gave the Time. America gave the Money. Russia gave the Blood."
Perhaps Stalin's haunting assessment is a more balanced view.
"Britain gave the Time. America gave the Money. Russia gave the Blood."
I know what the agreement was. Dude, Stalin would have got eastern Europe whether Churchill said no or not. Yalta was at best a formality. It is naive, because it implies that if Churchill had said no, Stalin would meekly have withdrawn from Eastern Europe. The Soviets were there to stay, and no one, NO ONE had stomach for another European war.
Churchill in WW2 aside, the WW1 Churchill was definitely what many would call a 'dirt-bag'.I'll gladly discuss both the positives and negatives of every leader, nation, culture and event in the scale of all human history with you till the sun collapses in on itself, That said, there were SOME positive things about Churchill, if nothing else then simply as a image for propaganda during WW2. Not just that, but I do love the joke he made to that one woman at the party when he was drunk..which he was alot. It's trivial, it's in the end meaningless, but hell that was a laugh.
Churchill during WW1....geez where do I begin? Well lemme see..aside from Gallipoli, he also tried to get America involved in the war as early as 1915. Before the first period of unrestricted submarine warfare kicked off it's been found that Churchill was trying to find a way to encourage the Germans to attack more US merchant and civilian transport vessels. Particularly the last one, as a means to anger the American people enough so that they would join in the war.
Churchill during WW1....geez where do I begin? Well lemme see..aside from Gallipoli, he also tried to get America involved in the war as early as 1915. Before the first period of unrestricted submarine warfare kicked off it's been found that Churchill was trying to find a way to encourage the Germans to attack more US merchant and civilian transport vessels. Particularly the last one, as a means to anger the American people enough so that they would join in the war.
If you typed all that out from memory, have my applause.
Part of why America loves war is that it's an abstract concept to us. Used to be we'd go forty years between wars instead of fifteen... We haven't had a major foreign caused disaster on American soil for thirteen years, and it had been sixty since the last one. We don't see the slaughter or the carnage or the destruction firsthand; it's a once-in-a-lifetime thing. And now we have wars that aren't really "Wars," says the white house, because no troops are deployed. Scary, no? Wondering what Patton's stance on that would be...
Part of why America loves war is that it's an abstract concept to us. Used to be we'd go forty years between wars instead of fifteen... We haven't had a major foreign caused disaster on American soil for thirteen years, and it had been sixty since the last one. We don't see the slaughter or the carnage or the destruction firsthand; it's a once-in-a-lifetime thing. And now we have wars that aren't really "Wars," says the white house, because no troops are deployed. Scary, no? Wondering what Patton's stance on that would be...
it was made in 2006. Disney made a lot of alternate story 'sequels'.
Bambi 2 was really nice (with all due respects to the original) rather than the first. It had better quality character designs and animation, plus more dialogue for Bambi and other 'one-lined' speaking characters from the original
Bambi 2 was really nice (with all due respects to the original) rather than the first. It had better quality character designs and animation, plus more dialogue for Bambi and other 'one-lined' speaking characters from the original
Interesting take. Here's one poster Disney actually did during the war:
http://www.gautierandcharles.biz/im.....onald-duck.jpg
http://www.gautierandcharles.biz/im.....onald-duck.jpg
http://37.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l.....vz7co1_500.gif
http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l.....vz7co1_500.gif
http://stukaparty.tumblr.com/image/10257589252 comrade Bambi , the glorious Red Army comes to help you
huraaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l.....vz7co1_500.gif
http://stukaparty.tumblr.com/image/10257589252 comrade Bambi , the glorious Red Army comes to help you
huraaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
I didn't read the lengthy comment postings, but I think this gives a tip o de patriotic hat to the fact that Disney Studios gave a lot of free art to the armed forces for logo or emblem art during the war, as well as making short animations for bond drives, etc. that were shown in theatres (remember, most Americans had no TV, only radio and movies).
Plus the fact that many good artists were recruited into Motion Picture Units to create virtual maps for invasion studies, training etc. (The FMPU or fum-poo) was an example.
First-Class brilliance here, Wolf!
Plus the fact that many good artists were recruited into Motion Picture Units to create virtual maps for invasion studies, training etc. (The FMPU or fum-poo) was an example.
First-Class brilliance here, Wolf!
http://i732.photobucket.com/albums/.....bush/old-3.gif look there are assasin of bambi mother , fireee!!!
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