God bless you and keep you from harm, this day and forever.
Battle of Medina (Texas)
General Santa Anna stands on the back of a wagon watching -
A TROOP of CAVALRY adjusting saddles, checking weapons, preparing to depart -
SANTA ANNA
Get moving! Do you think the enemy waits while you to polish your buttons!
The CAVALRY MEN speedily mount -
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
Go! Go! Go!
The cavalry troop gallops off. Santa Anna jumps down from the wagon to join Colonel Juan Almonte.
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
Come with me.
As SOLDIERS all around them hastily break camp, Santa Anna leads his subordinate down a LONG ROW of STACKED CAGES which contain the general’s GAMECOCKS - fighting roosters. As the two officers pass each cage, SOLDIERS and carry them to a waiting ox drawn cart.
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
I served in Texas when I was your age, with General Arredondo, now exiled in Cuba.
The general stops, peers into a cage -
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
My first real campaign. Have I told you of it before, Almonte?
Almonte, aware of the General’s habit of speaking rhetorically, offers no response.
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
General Arredondo’s orders were to put down a rebellion, promoted and supported like this one by the Gringos.
Santa Anna opens a cage and removes the fighting cock, thumbs the trimmed comb on the bird’s head, peers into its eyes.
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
(re: the rooster)
I call this bird “Arredondo.” He’s never known defeat. Look at his eyes - they’re mad.
Santa Anna hands the rooster to Almonte, who holds it without evidence of expertise -
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
Twenty three years ago, General Arredondo destroyed the Texan rebel army in four hours at the battle of Medina.
Santa Anna takes a small SILVER CUP from a little door beneath the cage -
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
We captured two hundred rebels, a hundred escaped, a thousand we slaughtered and left to rot. Their corpses lay on the field unburied for nine years.
Santa Anna places the silver cup on a sliding board beside the cage door.
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
After the battle, Arredondo collected the names of the captured men, executed the common soldiers, tortured the officers for information then executed them also. He then rounded up the men’s families and executed them, publicly, in the plaza at San Antonio.
Santa Anna takes a SILK HANDKERCHIEF from inside his uniform jacket.
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
He strung the body parts in trees and left them to sway in the wind while we hunted the rebel leaders, their families and supporters. We destroyed every farm, every building, every mill in all of Texas; but for some few around the presidios at San Antonio and Goliad.
Santa Anna carefully unfolds the silk handkerchief -
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
We killed or drove 15,000 gringos from this province.
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to reveal a small straight razor with an ivory handle -
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
Some of us young officers thought it was too much. There was no need to be so harsh.
Santa Anna flips the razor open, gestures with it -
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
But he was our General and we obeyed him.
General Santa Anna turns his wrist to examine the underside it in the sunlight. Dozens of tiny white scars run cross-ways over the vein.
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
We who marched with Arredondo then know now that we were wrong - and so was he. He was not harsh enough.
Santa Anna makes a small CUT with the razor in the vein on his wrist-
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
My toughest battle, Almonte, will be against my natural inclination to show mercy.
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then holds his wrist to allow the blood to stream into the silver cup.
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
I will win that battle Juan.
Santa Anna turns to Almonte. Smiles.
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
I’ll win it for you.
Santa Anna places the razor on the little shelf and wraps his wrist in the handkerchief, stopping the bleeding.
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
So you’ll not have to lead your army north in twenty years to fight again a war that Santa Anna, like Arredondo before him, was not man enough to win.
Santa Anna takes the cup of blood and holds it out to the rooster, who dips his beak and feeds.
SANTA ANNA (CONT’D)
(Re: The blood drinking chicken)
I share my blood with him. He is a good warrior. Perhaps it will make him great.
ALMONTE
Does that … does the blood … make him stronger?
SANTA ANNA
He’s a chicken, Almonte. We’ll have to wait and see.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Medina
Former ddo at C_A told anon GH has was holed up in N Ire "retired" and that he had predicted the current US disaster for the satanist lucies Donald Trump.
So this is curious
Ancient of days anons remember GH might have been pres, but he took himself out of the primary (it looked intetional) by sailing, very publicly aboard the yacht "monkey buisness" with crew of bims. Stories broke and he didnt look to upset by it.
Okay so he does that, as instructed or on his own, the head to some country cottege in Ireland. Remains there in reserve waiting for his masters call and predicting a Trump dictatorship for ex ddo friend who respects him .
Is GH high rank cabal?
what Hart doing holed up in Nothern Ireland?
Have they blown a blast on the trumpet to summon GH?
Is the Red hand of Ulster Phonecian?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Hand_of_Ulster