Now, my response to this:

Judge not lest ye be judged…

Ah yes, the favorite catch cry of those who march under the banner morale relativity. In whose name, identification, both, of that which is innately good, and too, that which is inherently evil, is forbidden.
Who are you to judge? Comes the question.
Ignorant, unenlightened barbarian! If you were civilized, you would know that it all has to been seen in context. Once you realize that, you can see that its all understandable. All excusable.
I give a one word response to this line of reasoning. Bullshit!
This is simply, the rational of the coward.
This worm wants forgiveness? Then he earns it.
Were he to work all his free hours for a year, at the club from which he tore down the flag. I would consider him to have showed remorse. But he has done nothing even remotely approaching that.
Who am I to judge?
A man, with soul. A man, who yes, at times will get things right royally wrong. But this fact, is never a reason to turn in cowardice from facing that which is known within. If I make a mistake, then I face up to it. That’s what its all about in the end.
The belief that you should simply abandon this, lest you get it wrong. Is pathetic.
I stand. I feel. I judge. Both others, and too, myself. If I see good, I say so. If I see evil, I say so as well. To do other than this? That, is an affront to God.
I find it astonishing that anyone, can cite bible scripture as you have done, to justify a turning away from that which the soul feels truly. Whether it be good, evil, laughter, sadness, light or darkness.
Who are we to judge?
We are men and women. Men and women with souls gifted to us by God. So that, if we abandon fear, we may see that which is true. That, is who we are to judge.

Craig

Column – Run this up the flagpole
IT wasn’t the teenager who climbed an RSL flagpole to burn an Australian flag who most shamed this country.

That was done by the thugs who now won’t let him say sorry by carrying a flag in the next Anzac Day parade—alongside the RSL men who’ve forgiven him.
This boy was just 17 last year when he joined a mob of Lebanese youths fired up by the Cronulla riots.

He later told a court he had no idea what the Returned and Services League was when, in the excitement, he stole a flag flying outside the Brighton-le-Sands RSL club.

No, I don’t like at all that the flag was burned and urinated on. But the boy seemed as sorry in court as you would like. The magistrate told him to apologise to the RSL members and they thought he meant it.

In fact, the state RSL was so impressed it asked if he’d like to march with them at the next Anzac Day, and with the Australian flag. As NSW RSL president Don Rowe rightly said: “This was a great opportunity to show Australia as a caring and compassionate nation.”

How pitiful, then, that some “patriots” then phoned up the RSL and talkback shows this week, threatening to identify the boy and throw things at him. The RSL says it can’t guarantee the boy’s safety, and must rethink its plan.

But must it end like this, in shame for us? I am sure there are many, many prominent men in Sydney prepared to walk with this boy and his flag and keep him safe—and show we are as big-hearted as we say.

Surely the bigots can’t have the last word on this.

Now, my reply.

At seventeen, a year before he will be treated legally as an adult in Australian society, with all the rights and responsibilities that brings with it. This young man (NOT, a child), defaced our national flag.
That, alone, for the sheer contempt it shows for our country and its society. A country, which has suckled this idiot, with freedom, purchased so dearly with the blood of so many who have fought, and died beneath this very flag. Is, as a stand alone fact, disgusting enough.
But of course, ethnicity and religion are a part of this particular case aren’t they?
For what this young man, and others, did on that night. Showed an all encompassing disdain, for everything they perceived to represent, white, Christian, Australia.
Lets not pretend, it was anything other than that. Please.
It was, simply, a reviling exhibition of racism.
Intolerance, which was made all the more putrid to the observer, given the fact that, what they were looking at, was the birth child, of that leftist animal, multiculturalism.
A child, whose appalling behavior they had had to deal with, long before this instance of extremely vile behavior took place.
Just ask those of white skin, at Manly. Who, for so many years, suffered under such overtly racist behavior. As police, neutered by a doctrine of ‘cultural sensitivity’ stood back and did nothing.
That last paragraph, I’m sure, will send some into conniptions. Those, for whom realism, can only ever be called racism.
Yet, would such people dare, to done a crucifix, and stand outside of a mosque on a popular night, preaching from the bible? Hah! Not unless they had an unrealized fetish for a trip to the emergency ward.
Not that they, could ever admit to such a thing.
There would always, ALWAYS, be another excuse given.

But now, so the argument goes, we are supposed to show, just how open, caring and nice we are. By letting this young man march at the head of a procession, held on the day on which we commemorate those who have given their lives, and so often, their deaths, so that we may live in freedom.
More over, he should be the one baring the flag, that these men and women stood proudly beneath. The very flag, he defiled.
What pathetic drivel!
God, I would love to hear this position explained to a soldier about to die, miles from home, on some muddy battlefield during WWII.
Just imagine for a moment, were some such adherent to this belief, able to hop into a time machine, and jump back to the moment, just before this young man’s death, so that he could explain himself.

‘Sorry to bother you old chap, don’t mean to keep you from your immanent death and all that. I just thought it important you know, that in the years to come, a young man, who despite being raised in the freedom for which you are about to give your life. A young man, who holds white, Christian Australian society, in utter contempt. Is going to tear down the flag which represents all that is decent and true of our society – both for yourself, and so many like you, who will give their lives in this war – and deface it.
After he has done this, he is going to pass it onto others of similar ilk, so that it can be spat and pissed on. Before finally being set on fire.
Ah, I can see you look horrified. But don’t worry!
For you see, that young man, after being tried, is going to be given another Australian flag to carry at the head of the procession we will hold in the future on the day on which we, annually, commemorate your sacrifice.
But wait, it gets better.
I know, that you’ll be extra pleased to hear that this young man, will later speak of the respect, he was shown by those of the club, from outside of which, he tore down the first flag.
What club was that you ask?
Oh, you’ll like this. This is a real kicker. The club that, supposedly, is tasked with keeping alive the memory of your sacrifice.
Anyway, look at the time. And here I am yammering on, when you have some dying to do!
Of you go. – I can tell by the expression on your face, the knowledge, that Australia has become such a gosh, darn nice place in the years following your sacrifice. Has left you with a deep peace, in these, the final moments of your life. – I’m so glad that I could be the one to give that to you. What a rewarding experience this has been for both of us. Well, byeeee!’

And remember. If you don’t feel this way. If you think it contemptuous that such a worm be given the flag to hold at the head of the parade on Anzac day. Well then, you’re a bigot.

And as for those at the RSL club, who so pathetically abased themselves before this scum. Who treated him, in his own words, with such respect. Respect of which he was so deserving. I’m sure the thought of the consequences, a stand of the strongest condemnation against this slime, would bring. As far as the safety of the club and its patrons would go, at the hands of the filth, who believe just as those who tore down the Australian flag that night, and defiled it. Never, entered into the equation.
In the end, it is your refusal to stand up. Your servile verve to show, just how ‘nice’ you are. Just how much you don’t deserve to be hurt. Which is the most repulsive of all.

Craig.

Craig.

Four little words. That’s all they were.
But there had been times, when those four little words, had been the only thing that had allowed him to retain full hold of his soul.
Times, when he had been offered, not just sex. But complete surrender.
Times, when women had fallen to their knees before him. Offering all that they were, if he would only take them, devouring them fully.
Yet, what if they did not devour him?
To turn your back and walk away from that which, most men dared not even fully realize in their fantasies?
Yes, it had to be done.
For if he did not do so, then he became less.
But still, it wasn’t easy.
There was that animal part within him. The one, that saw only a female in heat. One, who begged for him.
See the little girl.
For that was what the woman before him had once been. Born – innocent. In need of protection. Would he use that child now?
As a man, he believed that his gender had been created by God, in part, to always protect women.
To take. To devour. To use. Yes, he craved all that. But what he sought to give in this, was all that he was. And how could he do that with one who did not see all of him? Who did not devour him in turn?
The answer was of course, that he could not. Not, if he were to stand with any strength.
Not that this answer came as any surprise to him. He had known it all along. Like with so many questions, it had not been so much a matter of not knowing the answer. But rather, of whether or not he could face it.
See the little girl.
Yes. He would always do that. For, if he did not he knew, he would never be seen in turn.

“Modern feminists have become the very thing they profess to hate — leaders who limit women’s choices and dare to tell them they aren’t free to follow where their interests and talents take them.”

Go read the whole thing. It’s well worth it.

http://www.townhall.com/columnists/column.aspx?UrlTitle=stirring_the_caldron_of_radical_feminism&ns=RebeccaHagelin&dt=08/31/2006&page=full&comments=true

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