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How the Left Killed the Antiwar Movement

The War Prayer by Mark Twain

mark twainTHIS BRILLIANT SHORT STORY WAS WRITTEN IN 1904-1905, BUT WAS NOT PUBLISHED UNTIL AFTER MARK TWAIN’S DEATH.

In the following piece Mark Twain exposes the hypocrisy that is “religion” and the brutality known as “war”. This story is as apropos today as it was over 100 years ago.

“Is it one prayer? No, it is two — one uttered, the other not.”

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It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory which stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts, and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country, and invoked the God of Battles beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpourings of fervid eloquence which moved every listener. It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety’s sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way.

Sunday morning came — next day the battalions would leave for the front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their young faces alight with martial dreams — visions of the stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender! Then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag, or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths. The service proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation

*God the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest! Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword!*

Then came the “long” prayer. None could remember the like of it for passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of its supplication was, that an ever-merciful and benignant Father of us all would watch over our noble young soldiers, and aid, comfort, and encourage them in their patriotic work; bless them, shield them in the day of battle and the hour of peril, bear them in His mighty hand, make them strong and confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them to crush the foe, grant to them and to their flag and country imperishable honor and glory —

An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes Continue reading

How You Ended the War

AMERICA LOVES PEACE? ODD, SINCE WE’RE ALWAYS AT WAR

At some point we have to ask ourselves why we are more loyal to the political parties and their candidate’s lies than we our to our sons and daughters.

It is long past time to recognize that our so-called leaders have been waging war across the planet almost non-stop since WWII. And every time you we go to the polls and vote for yet one more war monger, we are sending the message that it is OK with us. And where are the environmentalists? Nothing does more environmental damage than The Military’s War on Earth.

We should be marching in the streets demanding that all of this carnage stop. Or better yet, we should be shunning the folks in Washington, District of Criminals until they declare peace and bring our sons and daughters home.