The White Feather

"Lots of times you have to pretend to join a parade in which you're not really interested in order to get where you're going". -Christopher Morley

We all know how aggressive males can be. However we seldom think about how females contribute to the support of war, or their lack of support. When female support waned for the Vietnam War, male morale declined.

The Order of the White Feather in England was designed to shame men into going to hell in WW I to fight the fight to end all fighting. Instead, they wiped out a generation of young men for nothing.

The Iraq war will be fodder for the intellectual class and historians to write books about, and then it will become a footnote to history, like the thousands of wars during the past five thousand years.
( http://pieterfriedrich.com/hogwash.html Richard Maybury says that "in 1984, the Norwegian Academy of Sciences and University of Oslo calculated that since the year 3,600 B.C., there have been more than 14,000 wars. The vast majority of wars have been in the Old World, and they have killed an estimated 3.6 billion - not 3.6 million, 3.6 billion." )

Now there are some who advocate bringing back the White Feather campaign and giving a feather to those "cowards" who do not support the war. http://www.michellemalkin.com/archives/007394.htm

You can buy your white feathers in bulk here- http://tinyurl.com/22o7l4

Below is a poem from the White Feather campaign in Britain in WW I. Talk about peer pressure to protect the group! It must be in our genes. I'm sure the Germans of WW I had pressure on their young men to defend the tribe.

Bilbo Baggins


"What will you lack, sonny, what will you lack,
When the girls line up the street
Shouting their love to the lads to come back
From the foe they rushed to beat?

Will you send a strangled cheer to the sky
And grin till your cheeks are red?
But what will you lack when your mate goes by
With a girl who cuts you dead?

Where will you look, sonny, where will you look,
When your children yet to be Clamour to learn of the part you took
In the War that kept men free?

Will you say it was naught to you if France
Stood up to her foe or bunked?
But where will you look when they give the glance
That tells you they know you funked?

How will you fare, sonny, how will you fare
In the far-off winter night,
When you sit by the fire in an old man's chair
And your neighbours talk of the fight?

Will you slink away, as it were from a blow,
Your old head shamed and bent?
Or say - I was not with the first to go,
But I went, thank God, I went?

Why do they call, sonny, why do they call
For men who are brave and strong?
Is it naught to you if your country fall,
And Right is smashed by Wrong?

Is it football still and the picture show,
The pub and the betting odds,
When your brothers stand to the tyrant's blow,
And England's call is God's!"