She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
With blood on her hands into the sun she stares
She feels it die, I heard her cry

Scream Of The Butterfly- Acid Bath

ehh. i just thought of something.

if a recruit asking his maid to carry his field pack for him makes him a "chau gu niang"
then how about when a regular officer asks his conscripted private to sweep his office for him?
or to run to the other end of the camp to lets say... photocopy stuff?

Indonesian maid pay= $450
Private pay (noncombat)= $440

amusing, huh?

Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
Why death is easier than living?
You can be almost anything
When you're on your fucking knees.

Walking Is Still Honest- Against Me!

Scott Columbus is dead.






















Many Hails. See you in valhalla.

To the battle, we ride - we crossed a starlit sky
No space - no time, we’ll catch the wind
Strange losses, men died - we crossed a starlit sky
And still no space and time - we’ll catch the wind

Battle Hymn- Manowar

Hail Britannia. The world has not seen more glorious times since, or even before maybe, the much vaunted Pax Britannia. We need to return to those times, when democracy implied the rule of the best and most well intentioned minds rather than these disgraceful ages where the mob rules.

There's an east wind coming, Watson."

"I think not, Holmes. It is very warm."

"Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared."

Conversation Between Dr. Watson And Sherlock Holmes, right before WW1

This is an example of the inane hilarity that goes on at AMF






We were discussing the political aspects of the french burqa ban controversy.

Chains around heaven
Lock you away
They keep me from you forever

Chains Around Heaven- Black 'N Blue

(Original in Gaulic (not Gaelic), a historic language of the helvetii, ancestors of modern switzerland. Which is historically known as Helvetica. Much like how the island where Haiti is is also known as Hispaniola, but nobody says that anymore except me I guess.)

Catoues caletoi
Urit namantas anrimius
Ro- te isarnilin -urextont,
Au glannabi rhenus
Ad ardus alpon,
Tou‘ magisa matua
Tou‘ brigas iuerilonas

Budinas bardon
Clouos canenti
Anuanon anmaruon,
Cauaron colliton,
Adio- biuotutas -robirtont
Uolin cridili
Are rilotuten atrilas


A ulati, mon atron,
A brogi‘m cumbrogon!
Exs tou‘ uradiu uorrobirt
Cenetlon clouision
Cauaron caleton

A blatu blande bitos biuon!
A ‚m‘ atriia, a ‚ma helvetia!


Tou‘ mnas et genetas,
Tigernias, tecas,
Tou‘ uiroi uertamoi
In sose cantle cingeton
In- gutoues -beronti.
Cante cladibu in lame
Exsrextos canumi:


A ulati, mon atron,
A brogi‘m cumbrogon!
Exs tou‘ uradiu uorrobirt
Cenetlon clouision
Cauaron caleton

A blatu blande bitos biuon!
A ‚m‘ atriia, a ‚ma helvetia!

(translated to english this means-)

Grim battles
Against countless foes
Have steeled you
From the shores of the Rhine
To the top of the Alps,
Your fair meadows,
Your rank heathlands.

The choirs of bards
Sing the glory
Of the undying names
Of fallen heroes,
That gave their lives,
Their blood,
For the freedom of their fatherland.

Oh Sovereignty of my fathers,
Oh land of my countrymen!
From your root sprang
A glorious nation
Of dure heroes.

Oh dulcet blossom of the living world!
Oh my fatherland, oh my Helvetia!

Your woman and maids,
Noble and fair,
Your highest men,
To this bravesong,
They join in,
The sword in my hand,
Stand up and sing:

Oh Sovereignty of my fathers,
Oh land of my countrymen!
From your root sprang
A glorious nation
Of dure heroes.

Oh dulcet blossom of the living world!
Oh my fatherland, oh my Helvetia!

Slania's Song- Eluveitie