Monday, April 02, 2007

For when threatened with ,meutes, and your heart is in your boots, there is nothing brings it round like the trumpet's martial sound, Tarantara!

Reading the latest about the British hostage compromise (the UK will send a Royal Navy captain or commodore to promise that "the Royal Navy will never knowingly enter Iranian waters without permission") made me think that this is all starting to sound like something out of The Pirates of Penzance! Maybe a little more Tarantara can make these British ministers seeking a compromise grow some tough skin?

On the other hand, only 7% of Britons favor preparing for military action at this stage. Mark Steyn is right: "Countries that don’t mean it shouldn’t be in war zones. Only seven per cent of Britons mean it. Iran understands that."

When the foeman bares his steel,
Tarantara! tarantara!
We uncomfortable feel,
Tarantara!
And we find the wisest thing,
Tarantara! tarantara!
Is to slap our chests and sing,
Tarantara!
For when threatened with ‚meutes,
Tarantara! tarantara!
And your heart is in your boots,
Tarantara!
There is nothing brings it round
Like the trumpet's martial sound,
Like the trumpet's martial sound
Tarantara! tarantara!




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