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Greatest. Call to Arms. Ever Written


those French fuckers were totally screwed… hell, I’d follow that little bastard into the halls of Hell.

That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart. His passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.

the full text.

Willy Shakes freakin’ rules!

From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

The game:

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Hashfanatic’s Bete Noir

He thinks Yon is a total Cheney tool:

It took a while for the truth to eek out; there was almost none of it in what was published. As the real story unfolded, The New Republic looked increasingly culpable and ridiculous trying to hide behind a fact-checking process that was clearly stuck on the difference between fact and fabrication. In the lingering spotlight, no one seemed to appreciate the soft shoe.

It was not a story I followed closely because then—as now—I was focused on the war. But what struck me as most important was not that Beauchamp wrote some bad combat stress fiction, but that a media organization printed it as truth.

Michael Yon : Beauchamp and the Rule of Second Chances

Yo, Vinnie! I Need More Gravy, Baby

As happens every time we bug out for a week, or a long weekend, Wife™ and I inexorably end up discussing the ramification of relocating to wherever we are, and leaving Staten Island behind. She’s originally from Long Island, with stints in Brooklyn and Manhattan before landing here (“I could own a sailboat”), so for her, it’s not as big a deal, but I’m a Son of Shaolin; bailing out is… aw, hell… borderline feasible? All the family and dudes of my youth have already fled… or are dead. Sometimes I think the only reason I’m still here is I’m just bloody obstinate.

“What would you miss the most?” she asked, as we sauntered around the Cooperstown environs this past weekend.

ME: “That’s easy: Italian food. I’d never have a decent slice of pizza or bowl of pasta for the rest of my life.” I pointed across the street to this little joint that all the locals consider to be the best Italian food in the entire Leatherstocking region. (not saying where or what town; I’ll probably end up there again sometime in the future, and don’t want anyone spitting in my dish.)

“Shit, I make better gravy than that guy, and my gravy borderline sucks. I’d have to have Vinnie Fed-Ex me stuff every week just to stay sane.”

Pastosa Ravioli has earned a reputation beyond the Island

The store, owned and operated by Vincent D’Antuono — husband of Ajello’s daughter Elizabeth — is recommended for its extensive offerings of homemade takeout selections as well as the store’s wide range of fresh pasta, its fresh mozzarella cheese and Pastosa-labeled canned products.

Although he is very much a hands-on store manager, said D’Antuono, “I didn’t even know the people were in the store when they were looking it over for the book.”

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