Red Ensign Raised
I've raised the Red Ensign and joined the Brigade. I've read a number of the Brigade's blogs for quite a while now, and I've found that the golden thread that weaves them all together into one cohesive unit is the ardent desire for a better future. That recognition coupled with the belief that Canada is not what it once was, nor is it anything like what it should be.The Red Ensign is the flag from when Canada spoke not only with words but deeds, and when this country bleed for freedom and for democracy. Whereas now our politicians mouth pieties about how we're too enlightened to stoop to getting our hands dirty, presuming we had the means to do so to begin with.
The past can never be recreated, for the time moves ever forwards. However, gazing into history one can see its lessons and use it as a guideline to the future. Canada was once unsullied by Liberal social engineering. The ensign seems to harken back to nobler times or at least times when mouths occasionally left the government teat, and before special interest groups had declared dominion over the country. A time when Canada was more like..Canada and less like Sweden.
Thus with a mixture of hope and discontent the red ensign is raised.
posted by Chris @ 1/20/2005 04:01:00 p.m.
7 Comments:
From the Phantom Observer:
Welcome aboard! We are glad to have you with us.
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Welcome. I'm going to scoop Nicholas here by saying newbies buy the first round at the mess!
Welcome to the fray!
Welcome, don't beleive anything anyone tells you about us...
cheers.
Welcome aboard, Chris. Best use of the word 'teat' in your Ensign raising post.
Attention Chris!
Welcome to the Brigade. So far, in my short time with the unit, I've seen no uniforms, room inspections or close order drill. From this I can only gather that we are a special ops unit, charged with making stealthy incursions into hostile territory, cutting their supply lines and blowing their bridges.
Suits me just fine. My days of enjoying boot polishing in the barrack laundry room, while jostling with thirty other guys to grab one of the three operational washing machines are thankfully over.
Since you're from Alberta, where men are men and sheep are nervous, I know you'll do fine. Grits, after all, are sheep.
At ease, ... carry on!
Thank you all for stopping by and for the kind words.
And yes John, I think we must be a special ops unit - a unit charged with reconaisance and sedition!
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