Jun 11 2014

TDS/TCR (Soldier of the Queen)

TDS TCR

The Amish Mafia

The Dream Team

Philip K. Howard’s 3 part Web Exclusive interview below the fold (no, it doesn’t get any better).

Philip K. Howard

This week’s guests-

The Daily Show

The Colbert Report

The Young British Soldier

When the ‘arf-made recruity goes out to the East

‘E acts like a babe an’ ‘e drinks like a beast,

An’ ‘e wonders because ‘e is frequent deceased

Ere ‘e’s fit for to serve as a soldier.

Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,

Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,

Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,

So-oldier ~OF~ the Queen!

Now all you recruities what’s drafted to-day,

You shut up your rag-box an’ ‘ark to my lay,

An’ I’ll sing you a soldier as far as I may:

A soldier what’s fit for a soldier.

Fit, fit, fit for a soldier . . .

First mind you steer clear o’ the grog-sellers’ huts,

For they sell you Fixed Bay’nets that rots out your guts —

Ay, drink that ‘ud eat the live steel from your butts —

An’ it’s bad for the young British soldier.

Bad, bad, bad for the soldier . . .

When the cholera comes — as it will past a doubt —

Keep out of the wet and don’t go on the shout,

For the sickness gets in as the liquor dies out,

An’ it crumples the young British soldier.

Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier . . .

But the worst o’ your foes is the sun over’ead:

You ~must~ wear your ‘elmet for all that is said:

If ‘e finds you uncovered ‘e’ll knock you down dead,

An’ you’ll die like a fool of a soldier.

Fool, fool, fool of a soldier . . .

If you’re cast for fatigue by a sergeant unkind,

Don’t grouse like a woman nor crack on nor blind;

Be handy and civil, and then you will find

That it’s beer for the young British soldier.

Beer, beer, beer for the soldier . . .

Now, if you must marry, take care she is old —

A troop-sergeant’s widow’s the nicest I’m told,

For beauty won’t help if your rations is cold,

Nor love ain’t enough for a soldier.

‘Nough, ‘nough, ‘nough for a soldier . . .

If the wife should go wrong with a comrade, be loath

To shoot when you catch ’em — you’ll swing, on my oath! —

Make ‘im take ‘er and keep ‘er: that’s Hell for them both,

An’ you’re shut o’ the curse of a soldier.

Curse, curse, curse of a soldier . . .

When first under fire an’ you’re wishful to duck,

Don’t look nor take ‘eed at the man that is struck,

Be thankful you’re livin’, and trust to your luck

And march to your front like a soldier.

Front, front, front like a soldier . . .

When ‘arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,

Don’t call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch;

She’s human as you are — you treat her as sich,

An’ she’ll fight for the young British soldier.

Fight, fight, fight for the soldier . . .

When shakin’ their bustles like ladies so fine,

The guns o’ the enemy wheel into line,

Shoot low at the limbers an’ don’t mind the shine,

For noise never startles the soldier.

Start-, start-, startles the soldier . . .

If your officer’s dead and the sergeants look white,

Remember it’s ruin to run from a fight:

So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,

And wait for supports like a soldier.

Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . .

When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains,

And the women come out to cut up what remains,

Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains

An’ go to your Gawd like a soldier.

Go, go, go like a soldier,

Go, go, go like a soldier,

Go, go, go like a soldier,

So-oldier ~of~ the Queen!

Rudyard Kipling, 1895

Sebastian Junger is not as unknown to you as you might think as he directed Restrepo with Tim Hetherington.  His next film, Which Way is the Front Line From Here? is a biography of Tim, who was killed in 2011 in Lybia.

He’s undoubtedly on to discuss his latest, Korengal, which is kind of a sequel to Restrepo.

John Waters is, well… John Waters of Hairspray which gave Ricki Lake her big break.  He’ll be talking about his role as Sir Butler in Mugworth.

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  12. even if the NCAA makes $11 billion per year

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