“We have the honor to live with glory …” That’s pretty close to verbatim from a movie I’m going to bitch about in a few. A couple of weeks ago I wrote an entry about looking up the actual definition of honor because, well, it gets used like the above referenced quote so often I wasn’t sure I remembered what the fucking word meant. That line is meaningless. Perhaps “It is glorious to live with honor” is what the team of screen writers meant and they just got a batch of bad coke. It wouldn’t be a great line but it’d make more sense.
That could dovetail into a pet peeve of mine, a recent one, maybe just two decades or so old; praising people for meeting the minimum expectations of being an OK person or the minimum expectations of their job. I hate to use the example I’m about to, but I’m trying to make a strong point and so I want the reader a bit angry; our troops always fight with honor, we honor our troops, it’s all about the troops. You know most of them are the same douchebags they were before they joined up. The military doesn’t teach the sort of thing most people want honor to mean, it does sort of teach what honor actually means, but still, if that’s not a core value of yours by the time you are 18 all the army will instill is a fear of letting it show. The whole queer compromise, don’t ask don’t tell is sort of the deal with all the noble shit the guilty public imbue the soldier with. In fact if I could have one wish regarding the young folks who go off to war it would be that they return exactly as they left. But, no, raising your hand and quoting an allegiance to a military code of justice isn’t honor just like saying “I do” isn’t fidelity. A vow is only as sacred as the person saying it, it doesn’t make the person any more or less. It’s one of the reasons I used to fight with certain OD atheists, they were under the impression that if they took the stand of logic and reason that they became logical and reasonable people. Lack of God loves idiots as much as God does.
I know, I should be saying things about my short trip north. I’m a little too toasty to do it justice and I just ran out of steam to rant about the dumbass movie I just almost watched half of while playing bejeweled and text chatting. 100 haredawg points if can guess from this observation; Was Art Garfunkel really a Macedonian general? And were the Greeks really all Irish?
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