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Some of this discussion is getting a little silly. The thing with these types of discussions is that most people\'s minds are set that no matter what you say they\'re always right. I like to think that I\'m pretty flexible and willing to accept opinions and viewpoints from people from all walks of life. Unfortunately, I can imagine that Yanks like Aussies get a fairly bias and distorted (anglo-saxon) version of history. I mean history in Australia begins with Captain James Cook discovering Australia around 1770. I mean what rubbish! We don\'t learn anything about the aboriginal inhabitants and their amazing culture.
I say this because I\'d like to highlight that fact that while most Aussies, Yanks etc hold the view that \'The Yellow Peril\' was a reality, however I\'m sure that there\'s another side to the story (or many sides). I\'m sure that the Japanese would give you a different account of what was going down.
Anyway, I view America as a nation that is always at war. Warmongers for sure. Gun lovers definately. It\'s ingrained in them. Usurps? Yes! A hegemonic despotic nation with it\'s barrel pointed all over the globe. But this isn\'t news to anyone who\'s delved in to a little world history at some time in their life. It\'s been going on forever. These song lyrics sum it up nicely.
Paddy Lament
Well it\'s by the hush, me boys, and sure that\'s to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddy\'s sad narration
I was by hunger stressed, and in poverty distressed
So I took a thought I\'d leave the Irish nation
Well I sold me ass and cow, my little pigs and sow
My little plot of land I soon did part with
And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I\'m afraid I\'ll never see
For I left her there that morning broken - hearted
Here\'s you boys, now take my advice
To America I\'ll have ye\'s not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin\' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Well myself and a hundred more, to America sailed o\'er
Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin\'
When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands
\"Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln\"
Here\'s you boys, now take my advice
To America I\'ll have ye\'s not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin\' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head
Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension
Well in the war lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg
And by soul it is the truth to you I mention
Here\'s you boys, now take my advice
To America I\'ll have ye\'s not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin\' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Well I think myself in luck, if I get fed on Indianbuck
And old Ireland is the country I delight in
To the devil, I would say, it\'s curse Americay
For the truth I\'ve had enough of your hard fightin
Here\'s you boys, now take my advice
To America I\'ll have ye\'s not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin\' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin