<\/b>Alternate Title: Embrace Your Mythology, America!<\/b><\/p>\n
So let me get this straight, again: In The Magnificent Seven<\/i><\/a>, Americans ride in to save a Mexican villiage from bandits, who happen to also be Mexican, and they ride out with fewer than the advertised seven. What propoganda! Forty-some years later, “sophisticated” Americans would appreciate no such venture.<\/p>\n Meanwhile, leftists diminish the sacrifice contained within this American myth by saying that:<\/p>\n Pah, you all can guess what point I am trying to make. I am no Edith Hamilton<\/a> or Joseph Campbell<\/a>, but I understand the power of the stories we tell each other about our common heritage, and brothers, Abu Ghraib ain’t it.<\/p>\n\n
\nOf course, ignore the fact that some white men and one partially brown man (Bernardo) saved brown men (and women and children) from oppression from other brown men.<\/p>\n
\nWell, these seven Americans got twenty dollars, a low sum by the standards indicated within the film, to protect oppressed Mexican farmers.<\/p>\n
\nI know it’s out of fashion, but let’s run the numbers through this little bit of reality we call arithematic<\/i>. Seven gunslingers, including those portraued by Charles Bronson, Robert Vaughn, James Coburn, Steve McQueen, and Yul Brenner ride in. Three ride almost out, but one decides he likes a Mexican babe and stays. Frankly, a less than fifty percent survival ratio is pretty low, even for realism circa the late 1800s that a Western embraces. Particularly that 22.2% returns to America, after defending the foreigners.<\/ul>\n