Remember Pearl Harbor Day
Or: Remember Yorktown*
Or: From Harry To Harry
From Moor To More
From Amurath To American Wrath
From Thomas To Thomas
Or: Remembering The Anglosphere
Or: Beavis & Butthead
Bunker & Hamburger Hill
[I remember it like was yesterday (that is to say -sigh- only vaguely) when MJ wrote to one of us Yanks something like "Come back; all is forgiven" and some prole-hating troll accusing NER staff of wanting Britain to become our 51rst state and a while back some wag claiming that some conservatives want to "give ourselves back to England." Hardeeharharhoo - but seriously, though; how about, oh, ten states? (and the Micks can get one and the Canucks about 4) -Offer moot, but negotiable.]
Yes, I remember Wobblies. And what is the greatest current threat to laborers in the West?
The Moor! -Well, that, and Mexicans.
- Samuel "Give 'Em Gehenna" Gompers
The Moor?!? Death to the infidel above! In every corner of your pitiful West we shall soon have a muezzin for every season. From our minarets they shall drown out the sound of the Bow Bells and if any of the do-little Cockney priests wax turbulent, there'll be a hole in the Becket, dear Liza, dear Liza.
- Tomasi* Moor
* Hat tip to Artemis for bringing up Rollo and to the Viking of the same name, who, when commanded to kiss the foot of the French King, turned, in a manner somewhat different from the kiss-off given Lord Cornwallis, his "world upside down." Sad to say, while one wouldn't expect American school children to know who Dolly Pentreath was or perhaps even where Cornwall is, at present it seems likely that they don't even remember Yorktown or its aircraft carrier namesake or who Cornwallis was.
Also see (though I hate this song) I Love Turbulent Priests
[Ok, so I lied (as usual) about the title, and yes, the evidence is a bit thin on what was played at the surrender at Lord Cornholio's** surrender]
* A small price to pay for expelling the Lebensraum for La Raza Reconquista Restaurante ilegales: