War Primer Quotes

Yong is the outer manifestation of something. Ti is the underlying essence. Technology is a yong associated with a particular ti that is ... Western, and completely alien to us [the Chinese]. For centuries, since the time of the Opium Wars, we have struggled to absorb the yong of technology without importing the Western ti. But it has been impossible. Just as our ancestors could not open our ports to the West without accepting the poison of opium, we could not open our lives to Western technology without taking in the Western ideas, which have been as a plague on our society. The result has been centuries of chaos.

Hunger, poverty, environmental degradation, economic instability, unemployment, chronic disease, drug addiction, and war, for example, persist in spite of the analytical ability and technical brilliance that have been directed toward eradicating them. No one deliberately creates those problems, no one wants them to persist, but they persist nonetheless. That is because they are intrinsically systems problems—undesirable behaviors characteristic of the system structures that produce them. They will yield only as we reclaim our intuition, stop casting blame, see the system as the source of its own problems, and find the courage and wisdom to restructure it.

History is made up of "moral" judgments based on politics. We condemned Lenin's acceptance of money from the Germans in 1917 but were discreetly silent while our Colonel William B. Thompson in the same year contributed a million dollars to the anti-Bolsheviks in Russia. As allies of the Soviets in World War II we praised and cheered communist guerrilla tactics when the Russians used them against the Nazis during the Nazi invasion of the Soviet Union; we denounce the same tactics when they are used by communist forces in different parts of the world against us. The opposition's means, used against us, are always immoral and our means are always ethical and rooted in the highest of human values.

A. Scott Berg’s more recent Wilson; John Keegan’s wrenching The First World War; Martin Gilbert’s The First World War; Gerhard Ritter’s The Schlieffen Plan; Lowell Thomas’s 1928 book about World War I U-boats and their crews, Raiders of the Deep; Reinhard Scheer’s Germany’s High Sea Fleet in the World War; Churchill’s The World Crisis, 1911–1918; Paul Kennedy’s The War Plans of the Great Powers, 1880–1914; and R. H. Gibson and Maurice Prendergast’s primer, The German Submarine War, 1914–1918. I

Y puesto que no habrá nadie para distinguir entre estas dos nadas, éstas acabarán convirtiéndose en una única nada. Ésta es, pues, la forma absolutamente nueva, la forma apocalíptica, de la transitoriedad, nuestra transitoriedad, comparada con la cual todo lo que hasta hoy se había llamado «transitoriedad» se ha tornado una bagatela. Para que esto no se te pase por alto, tu primer pensamiento al despertar ha de ser: «átomo».

10. What books would you recommend to an aspiring entrepreneur? Some quick favorites: The 22 Immutable Laws of Marketing: Violate Them at Your Own Risk! by Al Ries and Jack Trout The 48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene The 33 Strategies of War by Robert Greene Antifragile: Things That Gain from Disorder by Nassim Nicholas Taleb The Fish That Ate the Whale: The Life and Times of America’s Banana King by Rich Cohen Wikinomics: How Mass Collaboration Changes Everything by Don Tapscott and Anthony D. Williams Contagious: Why Things Catch On by Jonah Berger The Pirate’s Dilemma: How Youth Culture Is Reinventing Capitalism by Matt Mason Rules for Radicals: A Pragmatic Primer for Realistic Radicals by Saul D. Alinsky The New New Thing: A Silicon Valley Story by Michael Lewis Here Comes Everybody: The Power of Organizing Without Organizations by Clay Shirky Purple Cow: Transform Your Business by Being Remarkable by Seth Godin Eleven Rings: The Soul of Success by Phil Jackson and Hugh Delehanty Billion Dollar Lessons: What You Can Learn from the Most Inexcusable Business Failures of the Last 25 Years by Paul B. Carroll and Chunka Mui Gonzo Marketing: Winning Through Worst Practices by Christopher Locke

The PayPal Wars,

The most effective way of dealing with policy resistance is to find a way of aligning the various goals of the subsystems, usually by providing an overarching goal that allows all actors to break out of their bounded rationality. If everyone can work harmoniously toward the same outcome (if all feedback loops are serving the same goal), the results can be amazing. The most familiar examples of this harmonization of goals are mobilizations of economies during wartime, or recovery after war or natural disaster. Another example was Sweden’s population policy. During the 1930s, Sweden’s birth rate dropped precipitously, and, like the governments of Romania and Hungary, the Swedish government worried about that. Unlike Romania and Hungary, the Swedish government assessed its goals and those of the population and decided that there was a basis of agreement, not on the size of the family, but on the quality of child care. Every child should be wanted and nurtured. No child should be in material need. Every child should have access to excellent education and health care. These were goals around which the government and the people could align themselves. The resulting policy looked strange during a time of low birth rate, because it included free contraceptives and abortion—because of the principle that every child should be wanted. The policy also included widespread sex education, easier divorce laws, free obstetrical care, support for families in need, and greatly increased investment in education and health care.4 Since then, the Swedish birth rate has gone up and down several times without causing panic in either direction, because the nation is focused on a far more important goal than the number of Swedes.

A great deal of responsibility was lost when rulers who declared war were no longer expected to lead the troops into battle. Warfare became even more irresponsible when it became possible to push a button and cause tremendous damage at such a distance that the person pushing the button never even sees the damage.

great enemy of truth is very often not the lie – deliberate, contrived, and dishonest – but the myth – persistent, persuasive, and unrealistic. Too often we hold fast to the clichés of our forebears. We subject all facts to a prefabricated set of interpretations. We enjoy the comfort of opinions without the discomfort of thought.

The most effective way of dealing with policy resistance is to find a way of aligning the various goals of the subsystems, usually by providing an overarching goal that allows all actors to break out of their bounded rationality. If everyone can work harmoniously toward the same outcome (if all feedback loops are serving the same goal), the results can be amazing. The most familiar examples of this harmonization of goals are mobilizations of economies during wartime, or recovery after war or natural disaster.

E. 900, A. 11: T. Wren construye el primer prototipo de lo que luego se convertirá en una automa. A su creación le da el nombre de «Kiera».

«Cuando Estados Unidos, Gran Bretaña y sus aliados invadieron Iraq en 2003 dieron comienzo a una revolución. No era esa su intención, pues su objetivo era acabar con Sadam Hussein y su régimen, y no se apercibieron de la radicalidad de lo que estaban haciendo. La invasión y ocupación del país suponía un cambio revolucionario porque ponía fin a la dominación suní, vigente sin solución de continuidad durante cientos de años bajo los otomanos, los británicos y tras la independencia. Los americanos disolvieron el Ejército y los cuerpos de seguridad, que habían sido los principales instrumentos de control suní sobre el 80 por ciento de la población, que era chií o kurda. (...) Las potencias invasoras nunca asumieron el hecho de que la identificación del nuevo gobierno post-Sadam con los americanos y con un antiguo poder imperial como Gran Bretaña lo deslegitimaba desde el primer momento a ojos de los iraquíes».

The enemy and the avenger may appear strong, but the Lord uses the verbal, babbling praise of these young covenant children to silence their accusations. God works through the lowliest of the low to bring in His victorious kingdom. By setting covenant infants in the context of holy war, this psalm also helps us understand the task of Christian parenting. As parents, we must (by faith) view our children as warriors in the Lord’s army. They are on active duty even in their infancy, but we must continue to train them to obey their Commander-in-Chief more fully as they mature. They will learn more and more how to wield their weapons, use their defensive armor, and follow out the Captain’s battle strategy. But this passage indicates they are conscripted by the Lord from their earliest days; the Lord does not need to wait for them to develop intellectually and physically because He is the one who fights through them. Indeed, young children are some of the best soldiers in the Lord’s army precisely because His strength is manifested in their weakness (cf. 2 Cor. 12:9). This does not mean their immaturity remains ideal; they must grow up over time, attaining to maturity in Christ. However, it does mean that even before they grow they are able to fight. God has already stationed them on the battlefield.

The bibles (in English translation) are Mao Tse-Tung on Guerrilla Warfare by Brigadier General Samuel B. Griffith, USMC (Ret), which contains General Griffith’s excellent translation of Mao’s Yu Chi Chan of 1937; People’s War People’s Army by Vo Nguyen Giap; and Che Guevara on Guerrilla Warfare by Major Harries-Clichy Peterson, USMCR, which contains Major Peterson’s translation of Guevara’s Guerrilla Warfare, written in 1960 as a primer for Latin-American revolution. These

World War II, alternately known as the Second World War, began with the German invasion of Poland on September 1, 1939 and ended on September 2, 1945 with the formal surrender of Japan. World War II involved countries from all over the world, known as the Axis powers, Germany, Japan, Italy, Romania, Hungary, Finland and Bulgaria, and the Allies, made up of Great Britain, France, the United States, Soviet Union, China, Poland, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, India, South Africa, Yugoslavia, Greece, Denmark, Norway, Netherlands, Belgium, Czechoslovakia, Brazil, and the Philippines.

Since the progressives have canonized FDR, it is imperative that this saint be defrocked. Saint Franklin was a scoundrel in both his private and public lives.  He was a serial adulterer and illegally spied on his wife’s own dalliances.[201]  Lying was second nature to him.  He covered up his serious health problems to get elected to an unprecedented fourth term.  He called one of history’s worst villains, Stalin, “Uncle Joe,” had a warm relationship with him and covered up his infamous massacre of 22,000 Polish Army officers and prominent citizens.[202] Several close associates of FDR were communists or communist sympathizers.[203] FDR conspired to get us into war with Japan while pretending to be a peace candidate.

FDR used tactics more popularly associated with Richard Nixon.  He used the IRS to punish political enemies.[204]  He illegally wiretapped political opponents.  He illegally closed the banks under color of a war power but in peacetime.[205]  FDR, not Goldfinger, was the biggest gold thief of all time.  He was guilty of war crimes, a consistent theme with progressive presidential heroes.[206]

The Alinsky ideology and Alinsky concepts of mass organization for power” are not relics of the past but practices of the present. Alinsky died in 1972, but he left behind a cadre of community organizers who had been trained how to carry out the political strategies described in Alinsky’s frank and elegantly written book called Rules for Radicals: A Pragmatic Primer for Realistic Radicals (originally published by Random House in 1971)—a book that made a deep impression on a young Barack Obama. The tone of Alinsky’s book and its obvious determination to change America into a socialist and secularist collective are made clear by the book’s audacious dedication to Satan in its first printing (later editions dropped this dedication): Lest we forget at least an over-the-shoulder acknowledgment to the very first radical: from all our legends, mythology, and history (and who is to know where mythology leaves off and history begins—or which is which), the first radical known to man who rebelled against the establishment and did it so effectively that he at least won his own kingdom—Lucifer.

It must be instilled in man that ‘peace’ is the best legacy we would leave behind for the generations to come, as we practice and follow the edicts of human rights.

Humanity is not prepared to face two significant challenges ahead. 1) The use of weapons and war to generate revenue and “resolve” conflict. 2) The ecological crisis already manifesting in this timeline.

It's our lives" I say into the dark. "We should get to choose what we do with them." I hear her sigh, and she says "Yeah, but here's the thing. My mom grew up really poor. Like, her parents almost gave her away to another family. That kind of poor. And now I have all this opportunity, so of course she wants me to use it to become like, financially secure. Okay, open your eyes a sec." "Wow." I open my eyes. "Right? How do you go against that without feeling guilty?" She snaps the palette shut, takes the wrapping off the primer, and begins applying it to my lashes. "Do you think I'm being a spoiled little rich girl? Like, First World Problems, and all that?" I think about kids who've lost entire families to war and famine. Kids who don't know where their next meal is coming from. Willow's own mom. Even Dela, whose mom is dead. "Um. I guess?" I say. On the other hard, that doesn't make her problems any less real, and that's what I tell her as she brushes on my mascara.

The subsequent wars in Afghanistan (2001–2014) and Iraq (2003–2011) have collectively claimed the lives of more than 200,000 civilians, based on the most conservative credible estimates—more than sixty-five times as many civilians as were killed in the September 11 attacks themselves. Emerging regional terrorist groups have, in turn, cited these casualties as a rationale for years of horrific attacks that they have perpetrated against other innocent civilians, and so on. As the Nigerian proverb puts it: “When two elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers.

John Locke wrote, “Whenever the legislators endeavor to take away and destroy the property of the people, or to reduce them to slavery under arbitrary power, they put themselves into a state of war with the people, who are thereupon absolved from any further obedience.

Primer of Love [Lesson 53] The truth is not always what we want to hear. ~ Yiddish Proverb Lesson 53) I solemnly promise to tell the truth, the partial truth, anything but the truth -- whatever preserves the relationship. "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven."There's a time for candor and a time for white lies, depending whether you want touproot or you want to plant goodwill. There's a time for brutal honesty and a time for diplomacy, depending whether you want to tear down or to build egos. There's a time to talk and a time to refrain from talking, depending if you want to spill the beans on yourself and you want the perfect accompiment for your hot dog. "Does my ass look fat in this dress?" Fuck the truth, there is only one answer: "No, sweetheart, your ass looks great!" Get the picture? "There's a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace." Keep the love, keep the peace! Amen.

Primer of Love [Lesson 69] Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” ~ Anaïs Nin Lesson 69) Love can begin with the tiniest things - the look of his hand, the curl of her lips. But the end of love has a million variables to be factored in, the foremost being taking one another for granted. If this Primer of Love is anything, it is rallying cry in waging a war against fatal familiarity, of taking each other for granted. Learn the lessons. Even if a handful stick and you practice them, your relationship will be enriched a hundred fold because the power of love is exponential. Love is like the magical Cup of Elijah, no matter how much wine is consumed it's always remains full. No matter how much love you've given, you have more than you started with. L'chaim!

Primer of Love [Lesson 3] I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book. ~ Groucho Marx Lesson 3) Television kills romance. Read my lips. No fucking broadcast or cable TV. Your 60" LED TV should only to be only used as a monitor to watch movies. Oh, you need the weather? Open the fucking window. The news? You shmuck, that's just a distraction to sell advertising. There are only five important news events per century. In this century, nothing significant has happened since Einstein, Hiroshima, the Human Genome Project, the smart phone and You Tube. All news is simply a variation on these same themes:science, war, health, technology and entertainment. If you're compelled to know the breaking bad news, watch it on your phone while you take a shit, not in the bedroom!

El primer equipo de PayPal funcionaba bien porque todos éramos el mismo tipo de nerds. A todos nos gustaba la ciencia ficción: la novela Criptonomicón era de lectura obligada y todos preferíamos la capitalista Star Wars a la comunista Star Treck.

Sixty years later, a child's primer titled The Anti-slavery Alphabet made the point in rhyme: S is the sugar, that the slave Is toiling hard to make, To put into your pie and tea Your candy and your cake

I saw the old petty officer on Mallard’s after end look up momentarily from his crouch over the depth-charge primers as his half ship fell away astern. His arm went up briefly to the lowering sky, then he bent back down again to his self-imposed task. Was it a gesture of supplication ...? No. I closed my eyes in silent prayer as I realised he had been saluting us—a final absolution from a man who knew what war was all about ... A Royal Navyman! And I knew, too late, there was no room for the contempt of differences between Us and Them.

Write it down. Write it. With ordinary ink on ordinary paper: they weren’t given any food, they all died of hunger. All. How many? It’s a large meadow. How much grass per head? Write down: I don’t know. History rounds off skeletons to zero. A thousand and one is still only a thousand. That one seems never to have existed: a fictitious fetus, an empty cradle, a primer opened for no one, air that laughs, cries and grows, stairs for a void bounding out to the garden, no one’s spot in the ranks. It became flesh right here, on this meadow. But the meadow’s silent, like a witness who’s been bought. Sunny. Green. A forest close at hand, with wood to chew on, drops beneath the bark to drink – a view served round the clock, until you go blind. Above, a bird whose shadow flicked its nourishing wings across their lips. Jaws dropped, teeth clattered. At night a sickle glistened in the sky and reaped the dark for dreamed-of loaves. Hands came flying from blackened icons, each holding an empty chalice. A man swayed on a grill of barbed wire. Some sang, with dirt in their mouths. That lovely song about war hitting you straight in the heart. Write how quiet it is. Yes.

La oscuridad es generosa. Su primer don es ocultarte. Nuestro verdadero rostro yace en la oscuridad que hay bajo nuestra piel. Nuestro verdadero corazón está sumido en sombras aún más profundas. Pero cuando más nos oculta no es al proteger nuestra secreta verdad, sino al ocultarnos a la verdad de los demás. La oscuridad nos protege de lo que no nos atrevemos a saber. Su segundo don es la ilusión del consuelo, la paz de sueños agradables al abrazo de la noche, la belleza con que la imaginación dota a aquello que nos repelería a la cruda luz del día. Pero el más grande de sus consuelos es la ilusión de que la oscuridad es temporal, que a cada noche le sigue un nuevo día. Porque lo temporal es el día. El día es la ilusión. Su tercer don es la propia luz. Tal y como los días están definidos por la noche que los divide, y las estrellas por la negrura infinita en la que giran, la oscuridad abraza la luz y la hace destacar desde el mismo centro de su ser. Con cada victoria de la luz, quien gana es la oscuridad. La oscuridad es generosa, y es paciente. Es la oscuridad la que siembra semillas de crueldad en la justicia, la que gotea desdén en la compasión, la que envenena el amor con granos de duda. La oscuridad puede ser paciente porque la menor gota de lluvia puede hacer germinar esas semillas. Y la lluvia llegará, y las semillas germinarán, pues la oscuridad es el suelo en el que crecen, y es las nubes en las alturas, y espera tras la estrella que les da luz. La paciencia de la oscuridad es infinita. Con el tiempo, hasta las estrellas se consumen. La oscuridad es generosa, y es paciente, y siempre gana. Siempre gana porque está en todas partes. Está en la madera que arde en tu chimenea, y en la tetera que tienes al fuego; está en tu silla y bajo tu mesa, y bajo las sábanas de tu cama. Cuando caminas a mediodía, la oscuridad te acompaña pegada a la planta de tus pies. La luz más brillante proyecta la sombra más oscura. La oscuridad es generosa, y es paciente, y siempre gana...pero en el corazón de su fuerza reside su debilidad: una sola vela basta para mantenerla a raya. El amor es algo más que una vela. El amor puede encender estrellas.

La biblia nos enseña que la ausencia de trabajo, la ociosidad, era la condición de beatitud del primer hombre antes de su caída. El amor a la ociosidad sigue siendo el mismo en el hombre caído, pero la maldición pesa sobre él, no sólo porque debamos ganarnos el pan con el sudor de nuestra frente, sino porque, por nuestras propiedades morales, no podemos ser felices permaneciendo ociosos”.

La oscuridad es generosa. Su primer don es ocultarte. Nuestro verdadero rostro yace en la oscuridad que hay bajo nuestra piel. Nuestro verdadero corazón está sumido en sombras aún más profundas. Pero cuando más nos oculta no es al proteger nuestra secreta verdad, sino al ocultarnos a la verdad de los demás. La oscuridad nos protege de lo que no nos atrevemos a saber. Su segundo don es la ilusión del consuelo, la paz de sueños agradables al abrazo de la noche, la belleza con que la imaginación dota a aquello que nos repelería a la cruda luz del día. Pero el más grande de sus consuelos es la ilusión de que la oscuridad es temporal, que a cada noche le sigue un nuevo día. Porque lo temporal es el día. El día es la ilusión. Su tercer don es la propia luz. Tal y como los días están definidos por la noche que los divide, y las estrellas por la negrura infinita en la que giran, la oscuridad abraza la luz y la hace destacar desde el mismo centro de su ser. Con cada victoria de la luz, quien gana es la oscuridad. La oscuridad es generosa, y es paciente. Es la oscuridad la que siembra semillas de crueldad en la justicia, la que gotea desdén en la compasión, la que envenena el amor con granos de duda. La oscuridad puede ser paciente porque la menor gota de lluvia puede hacer germinar esas semillas. Y la lluvia llegará, y las semillas germinarán, pues la oscuridad es el suelo en el que crecen, y es las nubes en las alturas, y espera tras la estrella que les da luz. La paciencia de la oscuridad es infinita. Con el tiempo, hasta las estrellas se consumen. La oscuridad es generosa, y es paciente, y siempre gana. Siempre gana porque está en todas partes. Está en la madera que arde en tu chimenea, y en la tetera que tienes al fuego; está en tu silla y bajo tu mesa, y bajo las sábanas de tu cama. Cuando caminas a mediodía, la oscuridad te acompaña pegada a la planta de tus pies. La luz más brillante proyecta la sombra más oscura. La oscuridad es generosa, y es paciente, y siempre gana...pero en el corazón de su fuerza reside su debilidad: una sola vela basta para mantenerla a raya. El amor es algo más que una vela. El amor puede encender estrellas." La venganza de los sith.

En el queto vivíamos rodeados de alambras de púas... [...] En un banco frente a nuestro edificio estaban sentados un chico y una chica, y se besaban. A su alrededor no había más que masacres y fusilamientos. [...] En el otro extremo de nuestra calle, era una calle pequeña, apareció una patrulla alemana. También lo vieron todo, tenían un capo de visión perfecto. No me dio tiempo de comprender nada... Claro que no tuve... Un grito. Un gran estruendo. Unos disparos... Yo.., me quedé en blanco... El primer sentimiento fue de terror. Solo vi que el chico y la chica se levantaron y al instante estaban cayendo. [...] Querían morir así... Sabían que de todos modos morirían en el gueto y prefirieron morir de otra manera. Claro que era amor. [...] Estoy convencida de que fue su elección.