Africa is a big continent. Over the past 5000 years or so it has included several Egyptian dynasties, the Carthaginian Empire, and Ethiopia. There might have been more top Dawgs there if the Moose Limbs hadn’t started enslaving everyone south of the Sahara.
I’m not including the Zulus, because they were just another bunch of militarists like the Spartans.
There is a history podcaster named Dan Carlin. One of my favorites, long long format. Listen to his series on ‘Globalization”. It is based around the topic of “Top Dawg” through the ages
Cultures like the Greeks, the Japanese, the Highland Scots, and all primary Anglophone cultures have over the centuries developed elaborate social rituals mostly to avoid killing each other off in purely internal disputes. Kipling pointed this out in “Et Dona Ferentes”;
When the heir of all the ages “has the honour to remain,”
When he will not hear an insult, though men make it ne’er so plain,
When his lips are schooled to meekness, when his back is bowed to blows –
Well the keen aas-vogels know it-well the waiting jackal knows.
Build on the flanks of Etna where the sullen smoke-puffs float –
Or bathe in tropic waters where the lean fin dogs the boat –
Cock the gun that is not loaded, cook the frozen dynamite –
But oh, beware my Country, when my Country grows polite!
It makes no difference whether the goading and bullying comes from an interloper- or the self-anointed elite’.
Press them too far, and they will become excruciatingly polite.
Well put, eon. Add his other warnings about pushing the polite too far, and the inevitability of how the world works… Yeah, he knew what he was talking about.
And I will ascribe more truth and importance to his tome to a dog than to all of the warnings of war and death and destruction from within and without, because all men of logic and reason already know what it takes RK many beautiful and evocative words to say…
Follow the money and power; always follow the money and power. Simple.
But the dog? Like my old dachshund of 17 years not just 14, you cannot put a price on unconditional love and devotion and that’s the only power he cares about, and the anticipation of that loss hurts the heart already. Saw a blurb recently…”Never trust a human who doesn’t like dogs, and always trust a dog who doesn’t like a human.” And I have followed that credo for years, even made important biz decisions based on that pure instinct, giving far more credence to it than all the words of the learned leaders and even those beautiful and evocative ones from wordsmiths like Kipling.
Since the”brown people” are being set up to be the new “Top Dog”, a huge majority of us want to know where our “white superiority” ever got us anything. For supposedly being a “top dog” why did I have to bust my azz to get the tiny house and any retirement?
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“Is a dawg.”
I might be adding Top Dawg to my sign-in handle…while I still am.
I like it!
A HOT Dawg!
Zar Belk!
Winner! 😉
Africa has changed little in the last 10,000 years other than they use weapons designed and built by whites to kill each other.
Nothing will change their.
there
Africa is a big continent. Over the past 5000 years or so it has included several Egyptian dynasties, the Carthaginian Empire, and Ethiopia. There might have been more top Dawgs there if the Moose Limbs hadn’t started enslaving everyone south of the Sahara.
I’m not including the Zulus, because they were just another bunch of militarists like the Spartans.
Just ask the Toltecs, the Mayas, the Incas……each top dawg in their turn.
There is a history podcaster named Dan Carlin. One of my favorites, long long format. Listen to his series on ‘Globalization”. It is based around the topic of “Top Dawg” through the ages
Rule of thumb. Don’t get between sisters. Brothers can be bad, but nothing like the turbulence between sisters.
You need to beware the polite ones.
Cultures like the Greeks, the Japanese, the Highland Scots, and all primary Anglophone cultures have over the centuries developed elaborate social rituals mostly to avoid killing each other off in purely internal disputes. Kipling pointed this out in “Et Dona Ferentes”;
https://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/kipling/et_dona_ferentes.html
It makes no difference whether the goading and bullying comes from an interloper- or the self-anointed elite’.
Press them too far, and they will become excruciatingly polite.
To a point.
It is not wise to go beyond that point.
clear ether
eon
Kipling, the sage poet.
aaannnddddd the old scene flashes through the memory banks, mostly unhindered by anything getting in it’s way…
“Do you like Kipling, my dear ?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never kippled”
Well put, eon. Add his other warnings about pushing the polite too far, and the inevitability of how the world works… Yeah, he knew what he was talking about.
Sometimes you get a warning like…
“We are not amused.”
eon,
Et Dona Ferentes, Even Those Bearing Gifts.
Sounds like an early version of “There Ain’t No Such Thing As A Free Lunch (TANSTAAFL).
Even the ancient Greeks knew socialism didn’t work as it was simply the original Trojan Horse of despots and tyrants.
Can’t have Rudyard without ~ The Power of the Dog
https://poets.org/poem/power-dog
Love that, and had not seen it before, thank you…
And I will ascribe more truth and importance to his tome to a dog than to all of the warnings of war and death and destruction from within and without, because all men of logic and reason already know what it takes RK many beautiful and evocative words to say…
Follow the money and power; always follow the money and power. Simple.
But the dog? Like my old dachshund of 17 years not just 14, you cannot put a price on unconditional love and devotion and that’s the only power he cares about, and the anticipation of that loss hurts the heart already. Saw a blurb recently…”Never trust a human who doesn’t like dogs, and always trust a dog who doesn’t like a human.” And I have followed that credo for years, even made important biz decisions based on that pure instinct, giving far more credence to it than all the words of the learned leaders and even those beautiful and evocative ones from wordsmiths like Kipling.
Excuse me, I think I have…something in my eye.
Requiscat im pace
Friday
Border Collie
Born; Good Friday, 1971
Went to the fields of Heaven; June 7, 1985, peacefully, in his sleep.
I still miss you, buddy.
eon
When they go, they take a piece of your heart…
“peacefully, in his sleep.”
How I hope for that for Ozzy.
But not yet. 🙂
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Since the”brown people” are being set up to be the new “Top Dog”, a huge majority of us want to know where our “white superiority” ever got us anything. For supposedly being a “top dog” why did I have to bust my azz to get the tiny house and any retirement?
‘Dawg’-style… 😀
“‘Dawg’-style… ” ~
What Canucks do so they can both watch the hockey game.
cb,
That image will be forever burned in my brain every time I see a “Shots on Goal” statistic.
So is it technically known as forechecking or backchecking?
I volunteer to be on top.