Libertas Ultor

On a Golden Passing

Remember Remember 

That last day in December

When we lost the great Betty White.

Our optimism dimmed 

And our new year now grim

we faced the future with fright...

We drank not out of cheer

Or to greet the new year

But in a solemn communion, 

For a golden girl's end

The last of our friends,

May they have a wonderful reunion!

Chow in Jinan

           “This is awful, Sir. Are we sure this stuff is even still good?” Jones asked, stabbing into his rice his finger.”

“No clue, Jones,” Charlie responded, taking a bite from his own small pile of half cooked rice. “We aint dead, so I don’t think its poison. It just tastes like it.”

“I don’t think Thompson cooked it long enough,” Jones pressed.

“I never said I was a cook,” Thompson retorted. “Nor did I say you had to eat it.”

“Is it supposed to be crunchy?” Drake chimed in. 

“You know what…” 

Drake continued on like he didn’t hear Thompson’s protests. “You know, I had some good rice with some of this amazing spicy sauce when we were on the island. I don’t know if it was chicken or cat they had in it, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t delicious enough to not care. Washed it down with some sort of liquor a fella kept buying me when he realized I was a soldier. I wanted to go back when this was over…”

No one spoke. No one wanted to think of Taiwan at the moment. Or what was left of it, at least. Most had only heard horror stories from others in passing. There were only a handful who had been with Charlie on the Island before “Operation Dragonclaw” as they found out it had been called. The number had been higher, but of those who made it off Taiwan to regroup into a counter offensive, so few remained.

“If I ever have to eat rice after this, I’ll eat a bullet instead,” Thompson said after awhile to no one in particular. He scooped a spoonful of clumpy rice into his mouth, and leaned his head back against the wall. 

“I used to love Chinese food,” Charlie said when no one else spoke. “The family and I would go to this place called Crazy Buffet in town, and it was the biggest Chinese Buffet we had ever been to. They had about eight different types of rice...I never knew there were that many different types, you know?”

A couple men snorted. Drake just shook his head, sullenly chewing a mouthful of rice. 

“We would make a big ‘to do’ about it. First was church, and after, we would all load up and go down to the buffett. They have a giant buddha when you first walk in, and the walkway is decorated with this Wooden stand that had them little lantern thingies hanging from it. Usually, a nice old Chinese gal would ask how many people in the party, and how old the kids are. All that usual restaurant jazz. However, we became such regulars that after a time she knew us. She would light up, and talk with us about her family, and ask us about how we were doing while she walked us back to our favorite spot in the back room.”

“I’m not big into the stories about old women,” Jones laughed. “Got anything younger?”

Charlie smiled, and ignored the quip as he continued.

“They had a long table filled with dozens of different chickens. General Tsao, Kung Pow, and Mala Chicken...and the sauces were so damned thick and flavorful, that I always had enough left over to drag my rangoon through at the end of each plate.

The kids would always be grossed out by the crawfish, sitting up there, staring at everyone, and they would pretend to shriek every time I pretended to put on or two of em on their plates...” 

Charlie gave a sad chuckle and then fell silent, head drooping. The men around him were startled to hear a soft sob come from him. Jones pulled out a rag and offered it to Charlie. When Charlie wiped away the tears, it wiped away a layer of dirt and grime that had built up since that morning. 

“They always say that the ethnic food always tastes better in the land that its from...more authentic flavors, they say...” Charlie said softly as he regained a bit of his composure. He stared through the still pooling tears at his own small container of rice. “But I hate it... I hate Chinese food...the stuff here…it all tastes like shit.”

Silence once again fell over the small shanty, and Charlie sighed. He knew every man there had just started thinking of home, and he had not meant to distract them. He was attempting to think of something else to say to snap them back to the tasks at hand when Thompson stood up. After dusting himself  off, he held his hand out to Charlie to help him up.

“I wouldn’t mind trying some American Chinese food, Lieutenant,” he said. “What do you say after we finish this tour, you treat us to it?”

Charlie saw a new determination had replaced the fatigue and fear on the faces of the men as they stood, ready to get moving again. He smiled, and patted Thompson on the shoulder. 

“It would be my pleasure, Sergeant.” He smiled. “If we can stomach to try it when the time comes.”

The others chuckled and murmured in agreement. They looked out of the crumbled shell of a building that they had taken cover in for their meal. Charlie squinted out at the remains of the city that lay ahead that they still had to get through. Beyond the rubble that he could see, there were miles more awaiting them with misery and malice. After scanning every potential nest in the closest vicinity, Charlie waved the men out of the building. They had miles to go before they could get back into somewhat friendly territory, and there was no guarantee how long it would be friendly territory.

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Immortal gods of our ancestral kin

From Hallowed temples to our humble hearth

Come walk among your people once again

And renew your presence upon our Earth.

Where piles of broken stone lay askew

And altars have given way to the weeds

Reform the rubble and make the old new:

A new Mos Maiorum to meet our needs.

Where Temples once stood in glorious pride,

and shrines were tended with purest piety,

Cast the cobbled renovations aside

And restore our loss from society.

And with sacred altars thus rekindled

With flames of our ancestral faith's fire 

And our birthright, though long ago swindled

Reclaimed and Protected from the pyre,

We'll recrown with Honor the once maligned! 

Casting off the shackles of damnation:

A Golden Dawn will rise for all mankind.

A new world built on the old foundations.

A Prayer

Oh Phoebus,  whose brilliant light

Removes the veil of dark from night

And lay the world bare for eyes to see

Hear a simple prayer from me!

Reveal the deceitful who reign over us now

Turn up their lies like earth before the plow 

Burn away half truths with a pruning flame

And show the world the corrupt in their game!

Oh, Far shooting Apollo, unchallenged in skill

Let loose your dreadul arrows, if you will,

And strike deep into our enemy's realm

Plague for a plague, make them overwhelmed.

Contained within the enemy's borders, 

Bring low the leaders shouting their orders,

With each of your fearful bowstring snaps,

Deliver them chaos, unrest, and collapse.

Until our friends living in fear offshore 

Can return to their ancestral land once more

Then: dispel your vengeance, and health restore,

And in this saving the west and averting war!

An American Question

Why must we suffer under democrats?
They use fear and hatred to stomp us down,
and unleash upon us, like feral rats,
those who loot and destroy their own home towns.
But all in all, they say we are to blame
for our love of our civilization,
and demand that we feel a certain shame,
for our ancestry and love of nation.
So few of us are brave enough to speak,
but that number is rising by the hour
as more Americans begin to seek
a way to strip them all of their power,
Get the tar and feathers ready, my friends
Don’t be caught off guard when the fun begins.

A Chick ain't a chick...

Note: Its a a fun little poem I scribbled after seeing the faux cover... either enjoy or ignore....

I'll tell you a story, 

If you'll lend an ear,

The most crazy story

You may ever hear!

One night at college

I went out with some friends

We have burgers and drinks

I wish that were the end!

But no,  dear listener

If I stop here,  it isn't true

And since you are my friend 

I won't lie to you!

We stopped at a place

I'd never seen before, 

But my buzz was fading

So we walked in the door

I wasn't quite certain

No, I wasn't quite sold

But we'd done paid the bouncer

And were craving something cold. 

A couple friends

Went straight to the floor

Trying to dance, 

And hoping to score

I went up to the bar 

And ordered a round

Followed by another 

To wash the first down 

A woman walked up

And sat at my side

And I'll be honest, friend

I just damn near died.

Her hair was braided and blond

Her legs went all the way up

She put her hand on my leg

And I damn near dropped my cup!

It's not happened before,

Not has it happened since

She asked me a question

And I lost all my sense.

She asked if I had a car

And If I'd take her for a spin,

So I walked her out, 

And helped her get in

Right away she started kissing

And undid my pants

And while kissing her back

I knew this was my chance. 

I slid my hand up, 

And then let out a yelp

I flung open the door

And fell over myself

On the surface she was perfect

A ten or a nine,

But beneath her dress was a dick

Almost as big as mine!

I ran through the lot

My pants at my knees

It was behind me,

Calling out 'please!'

But I was having none of it

I needed my friends 

I'd gather them all

And this nightmare would end.

I burst through the door,

And looked around for the lights

I turned them all on

And, oh what a sight! 

In the dark of the club,

My friends couldn't have known

But with the lights on 

All the cover was blown

The women they were kissing

Dancing with and holding tigh...

Every last one of them

Was a transvestite!

I yelled to come on, 

And quick as a flash

All of my friends

Went running past. 

We jumped in the car

And said not a word, 

We went home and drank

To get the night blurred

But some memories stay with you

Yes,  some memories can't die

No matter how much you drink

No matter how much you try...

It shouldn't have to be said,

But I will tell you right here

So listen well my friend,

And you'll have nothing to fear!

It doesn't matter how hot, 

How curvey or thick..

A chick ain't a chick

If she has a dick!