Oh, PLEASE shut up!

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I am so sick and tired of the whining, “poor baby” stories of Lynndie England

How she can’t find a job.

How she’s oh-so persecuted.

How everyone hates her.

How strangers point and whisper about her.

Wah! Wah! Wah!

Lemme ‘splain something to your inbred ass, you pig!  You committed a crime.  You and that disgusting swine of a boyfriend of yours singlehandedly put a huge dent into the reputation of the United States Army.  You dishonored the uniform.  You disgraced the United States.  You violated Army regulations, and you splattered a big, black stain on the Armed Forces.

I don’t give a shit if you were just following orders.  So were the Nazis.  I don’t give a shit if you were unhappy, depressed or tired.  It didn’t give you the right to humiliate your prisoners.  You were there as an admin.  It was not your job to interrogate them, take them for walks on a leash or laugh at their pathetic genitalia, while dangling a cigarette from your foul mouth.  You were not following orders.  Orders such as that were meant to be questioned as illegal, and we, in the Armed Forces, have a duty to question illegal orders.  We are all trained ad nauseam on rules of engagement, on treatment of prisoners, and on Geneva Conventions.  If you’re too stupid to understand that what you did was wrong, you’re too stupid to serve.

While admitting she made some bad decisions, England says it wasn’t her
place to question the “softening-up” treatments sanctioned long before
she arrived.

Yeah, actually it WAS your place, you stupid cow.  As a Soldier in the United States Army, it is your place and duty to disobey an illegal order – law either has no valid military purpose or
contravenes existing law, obeying the order may expose the person to
prosecution.  An illegal order is just that – illegal – and prisoner abuse has no valid military purpose.  And ferpetessake!  You weren’t even given a direct order!  Nothing in the official investigation found that you were ordered to humiliate prisoners.  If you’re too stupid to understand that, you’re too stupid to serve.

So no.  I don’ t feel sorry for you.  I don’t care if you apologized.  The world looked at our courageous Soldiers like they were noxious dirtbags because you and your boyfriend refused to think, refused to act like responsible Soldiers and chose, instead, to humiliate the rest of us with your antics.

So stop whining in the media about how you’re mistreated.  You deserve it.

Dropping off Teeny

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My kids spend most of their summers with grandparents.  When they go to Pennsylvania to spend time with my parents, they go to a fun day camp.  When they go to Illinois to spend time with their paternal grandparents, they hang around, go to the pool and relax.  Since the Redhead’s baseball season isn’t over yet, and he’s playing on the All-Stars team this summer, Superman and I took Teeny to my parents’ house in Pennsylvania yesterday all by herself.  Little one actually admitted she’d miss her little brother.  That’s quite an admission for a teenage girl, but my kids have never been typical.  They’re close – especially for a brother and sister.  They talk, they hang out together, and despite the usual squabbles that brothers and sisters have, they’d go to the mat for one another.  The Redhead constantly demands hugs from his sister, and she even helps him out with his chores when she’s in the mood.  I’m lucky.  Very lucky.

So we took Teeny to Pennsylvania, and we hung out with my parents for a bit, where Superman got a chance to experience more Russian food.  Then we took off, leaving Teeny with my parents, having decided to play at Valley Forge for a while before meeting Massad Ayoob for dinner.

So we walked around the area for a bit.

How would you like to use these in war?

I prefer the M-16, thanks.

It’s nice to see what kind of tools our military used in the Revolutionary War.

This is how the Soldiers lived during the Revolutionary War.  I’ll never complain about our barracks again.  Yeah, that’s a bunk.

Look at these fabulous barracks!  They kept out most moisture… well… meh… not really.  But there was a fireplace!

And here are the officers’ quarters.  Note the difference.

More at Valley Forge! 

We couldn’t spend a whole lot of time there, as Mas Ayoob was teaching a class in Harrisburg, and we wanted to get there so we could have dinner together.  So we left and drove to Harrisburg, where we met up with him and his girlfriend and another friend, and we decided pizza and beer were to be the fare of the night.  This is where it was also confirmed by the expert firearms instructor that I’m not a complete asshat for keeping my non-dominant finger on the trigger guard when I shoot, which is something Superman had always needled me about.  Mas confirmed that doing that was fine, as long as I’m comfortable with it.  Superman was good enough to stand corrected.

We had fun.  Loads of great (and not so great) jokes were told, and we didn’t leave until 2200.  Since I have issues driving at night, Superman graciously agreed to do the driving.  We got to my place from Harrisburg in just under two hours!  Boy, I love having a cop drive my car! 

Me and Mas at the hotel during pizza and beer time!

Mas and his Princess, who is much like me in the sarcasm department.  We got along just fine.

Thanks for the pizza, the valuable advice, the jokes and great conversation to you guys!  You definitely need to come out to the DC area soon and hang out with us!

This week’s celebrity death trifecta

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My friend Kerry, whom I’ve known since freshman year of college (way back when dinosaurs ruled the earth in 1989), asked me what I thought of the death of Michael Jackson.  Normally, I wouldn’t give it a thought, to be quite honest with you, because a) he’s a celebrity, and I could give less of a flying rat’s shit, and b) he had absolutely no impact on my life…

Well… OK, that last part is not necessarily true, but before I get into that, I feel I need to mention two more icons who passed on this week: Ed McMahon and Farah Fawcett.

According to Wikipedia, Ed McMahon was a fighter pilot in the Marine Corps serving as a flight instructor and test pilot during World War II. He earned six Air Medals and was discharged in 1946, remaining in the reserves.

After college, Ed McMahon returned to active duty, was sent to Korea in February 1952, and flew unarmed OE-1 Bird Dogs on 85 tactical air control and artillery spotting missions. He remained in the Marine Corps Reserve, retiring with the rank of Colonel in 1966 and was then commissioned as a Brigadier General in the California Air National Guard.

I will always be grateful to Ed McMahon for his courageous service to his country.

Farah Fawcett was one of those women I didn’t even think existed.  Coming from the USSR, and having seen Charlie’s Angels for the first time, and not even having understood all of it, because my English still sucked back then, I wondered how this country could have such stunning looking people in it.  I have few memories of the USSR, but I seem to remember a lot of women looking like Boris Yeltsin.  I thought ALL women were supposed to have hair on their back and humps…  heh… just kidding.  Seriously, though… to go from a place where everything and everyone is a shade of grey misery to a place where women are strong with white, happy smiles was pretty weird for a kid who was accustomed to nothing but a beaten down populace dragging its feet through a dead end existence day in and day out.

RIP, Farah.

OK, OK… Michael Jackson.

He was one of my first exposures to American pop culture, and as a kid in middle school, I was completely enthralled with him and his brothers!  I loved the music.  Like all American teeny boppers at the time, my walls were literally PLASTERED with every single picture of Michael Jackson I could cut out of any newspaper and magazine.  I knew what time Thriller came on the radio every single night, because the local radio station would run a Top Ten countdown nightly.  He was a musical and dance visionary when I was a kid.

Somewhere along the way, things went horribly wrong.  He went from a cute, talented kid, to a cute, talented guy with some plastic surgery issues to… OMFG!!!  WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT, AND JUST HOW MUCH SUPER GLUE DOES IT TAKE TO KEEP HIS NOSE ATTACHED TO HIS FACE????????

But OK… celebrities are weird.  Michael Jackson was EXTRA weird.  Creepy weird.  But still… he was rich and eccentric.  Who am I to judge?

When the allegations of child sexual abuse surfaced, however, he crossed the line from creepy weird, to creepy.  Now, I don’t know what happened in that house, and whether or not Michael Jackson was a kiddie diddler.  If he was, I hope he burns in hell, and is sodomized with Satan’s razor wire-studded prick the size of a cricket bat on an hourly basis for eternity.  But I don’t know.  What I DO know is that a grown man cavorting with little boys during sleepovers at his big house is just not cool.

Whom do I blame most?

Yeah, Michael Jackson – if he did it – definitely gets the blame.  If he didn’t, he gets the blame for being one weird mofo, because let’s face it, folks – he put himself in a situation where he can be accused by money-grubbing asshole parents.

But most of all, I blame the parents.  Let me ask you parents this: If you’re a responsible parent, who loves his or her child, WHY THE BLAZING, FLYING, FESTERING FUCK WOULD YOU ALLOW YOUR CHILD TO SPEND THE NIGHT AT A SINGLE MAN’S MANSION WITHOUT SUPERVISION?????????  Because he’s rich?  Because he’s famous?  Because he has cool toys?  Hate to tell you this, but if you allow your little boy to have sleepovers at a guy’s house, who happens to be a good amount older than the child, is single, has a shitload of toys that are age inappropriate for a guy his age, cavorts with a chimp, and plays dress-up, he’s TOO FUCKING WEIRD TO BE PLAYING WITH A LITTLE CHILD UNSUPERVISED!!!!  Pardon me, but a monkey would understand this and never put a child in that kind of situation!

Maybe something went on, and maybe nothing did.  Maybe it was child molestation, and maybe it was innocent play.  But whatever it was, why in blazes would you place your child into that situation in the first place?

So yeah, I blame you parents.  You tried to get rich off your kid by placing him in a situation where he could have gotten sexually abused, and there’s absolutely no excuse for you!  NONE!

You’re a parent.  It’s your job to protect your kid.  It’s your job to ensure that your kid avoids situations that could result in harm.  I wouldn’t send my son on a tour of whore houses, hoping that nothing happens.  So why would you send your son to a weird, single guy’s mansion for a SLEEPOVER unsupervised?

So to recap…

This week’s celebrity death trifecta: Ed McMahon, Farah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. 

RIP to the first two. 

Not sure what to think about the third.

Scared they’ll get their asses handed to them again in court?

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I’m thinking so.

In order to avoid a lawsuit, the Washington DC government has issued new regulations that expand the number of models of handguns that residents can own.

The federal lawsuit was filed in March by the Second Amendment Foundation (SAF) on behalf of three individuals who wanted guns that were not on the city’s existing list. Those who had been previously denied an opportunity to register their handguns will be invited to reapply under the new guidelines, SAF says.

[...]

According to the Washington Post, the expanded list contains at least 1,000 additional types and models of handguns. In addition to permitting guns in the District that are legal in California, the city will also allow residents to apply to register handguns that are permissible in Massachusetts and Maryland.

“To apply to register.”  This kind of shit really pisses me off.  DC residents only have the “right” to own firearms that are “permitted” by the most hideously oppressive of states, and they must apply for permission to register their own property.  The idea of applying for permission to own something that is MINE makes me want to gag!  More so, because I know that the criminal thugs that infest DC hold themselves to no such standard, and obey no law.

Mostly, they’re doing this so that they don’t get another public asswhupping in courts and embarrass themselves and their gun-grabbing buddies at the Brady Center, VPC and other vermin.

Next step: fire the clerk

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Will the convenience store now fire the clerk for defending himself against an armed thug?


Dominic Mathew told officers he was working behind the
counter shortly after 6 p.m. when he saw a man in his 20s walk through
the front door. The man moved toward the beer cooler, then turned
quickly around and reached for a gun. He had a blue bandana over his
mouth, Mathew told police.

He demanded money from the cash register.

Police
said in a report: “Dominic refused and reached under the counter and
pulled out a handgun. The suspect and Dominic supposedly had a face-off
with the handguns, according to the victim.”

The would-be robber fled and disappeared into a nearby apartment complex.


It’s not like clerks haven’t been fired before for standing up to violent vermin.

A return to sanity

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A new friend recently asked me an interesting question:

Any thoughts on how to turn the Republican party into a force for constructive change? McCain,
for instance, is solidly behind cap and trade, and also supports
amnesty for illegals. Bush kicked off the rush toward socialism with
the first bailouts. All of them seem to be terminally politically
correct and support race and gender preferences. Bush sold out in
principle on global warming… The Republicans seem to want to do gradually what Obama wants to do immediately

In other words, how do we return to sanity?  How do we force government to represent We the People, instead of them the “authorities”?

That’s a good question.

Do I think the major parties can be changed?  No.  Do I think politicians can be changed?  No.  Do I believe that we can change the political landscape of this country?  Yes, I do. 

Question is: do we have the guts to do it?

I haven’t voted for a major party candidate since 1992, which was the first time I was actually legally allowed to vote.  That time I voted for Bush Sr., and we got Clinton.  I voted Libertarian every other time I walked into the voting booth – not necessarily because I agreed 100 percent with their platform (there’s no party with which I agree 100 percent) – but because I wanted change.  Real change.  Not change spewed forth as a platitude to placate the dissatisfied masses.  Not change from something bad to something worse.

I voted my conscience each and every time.  And each and every time I had supercilious cowards berating me for not choosing the lesser of the two evils.  I remember last year when Newt Gingrich came out with this little gem: No reasonable conservative is going to vote for anybody except McCain if the alternative is Clinton or Obama,”; I told the former speaker (on my blog, obviously – not in real life) to go fornicate with himself. 

Fact of the matter is, my vote is my gift, telling the recipient that he/she has my confidence to represent me.  As I wrote previously, “My conscience tells me that my choice for President is my vote of
confidence to a candidate who I feel is most qualified to lead this
country.  My vote tells the candidate that I trust him to reflect my
values and ideals.  My vote is my vocal affirmation of my belief that
the person whom I choose as Commander-in-Chief will be an intelligent,
rational, courageous, honorable leader
.”

Does this mean I demand that the candidate I choose agree with me 100 percent or even 90 percent of the time?  No.  I’m not so narrow-minded that I do not accept differences of opinion as to how to best rescue this country.  But when presented with two choices – each of whom claims to represent my views, but none of whom actually represents them, I choose neither.

My dad voted for Arlen Specter in 2004 – a politician I despise with a fiery hate that rivals a burning case of the clap on a teenage hooker in the middle of summer in Thailand.  When I asked him why, he replied that he didn’t want to vote for a Democrat – that given the choice, he’d rather cast his vote for a Republican, no matter how noxious and odious that Republican happens to be.  Well, guess what, dad!  You voted for a Democrat, because you were afraid to vote your conscience.  You were afraid to give the seat to a member of the opposing party. 

When the GOP stood staunchly behind Specter giving him a very narrow win over Pat Toomey, because they were afraid Toomey was too conservative and would alienate the moderates, giving the seat to a Democrat, I wondered what the hell they were thinking.  They gave the seat to a Democrat, because they were afraid.

So back to the question.  What is it going to take to return this country and this government to sanity?  For every single voter to vote their conscience, not their fear.

The Republican Party has screwed its supporters too many times.  It used to be the party of fiscal responsibility.  It used to be the party of smaller government.  It is now the party of “whatever it will take to get us elected,” and that is a NO-GO.  And yet, you have GOP faithful trudging to the polls and voting for the same stale GOP election cycle after election cycle.

Why?

Because they’re afraid. They’re scared of the big, bad Democratic monster that will gain control if they withhold their vote from the Republicans.  They’re scared that they’ll get the greater evil.  Well guess what, folks!  You got it!  You went out there and gave your vote of confidence to those who don’t deserve it – who have betrayed your principles time and time again.  But instead of turning away from them, you rewarded them with your vote, because they promised to screw you just a bit less than the other party.  You rewarded them for betraying your values.  You rewarded them for helping turn this nation toward socialism.  You rewarded them with your vote, because you were too scared of the alternative. 

Well… the alternative is here.  You voted for those who betrayed you and your principles and every fundamental ideal upon which America was built.  And now you have the nerve to bitch about the results??

If you’re going to force a change in this country and in your political party, you’re going to have to reach deep down and find some guts.  You have to find your inner hero and vote these assholes out of office once and for all.  I don’t care if you’re a Republican or a Democrat.  If you’re voting for the same stale thing because you’re afraid that the other party will gain the advantage, you’re part of the problem, not part of the solution.  And with a more than 90 percent incumbency rate in this country, we have a lot of problems.

Being a parent has taught me many things.  One of them is that rewarding bad behavior will not curtail bad habits; it will exacerbate them.  Likewise, rewarding power-hungry socialists, who don’t represent your views, and whose only goal is to suck at the public teat just a few years more, with your vote time and time again, merely because they’re what you perceive to be the “lesser of the two evils,” will make the problem worse.

You want a revolution?  Don’t reach for the ammo box quite yet.  You haven’t even begun to use the ballot box!

A beautiful letter

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I will just post it here.  I have nothing to add.  My circumstances (age, citizenship path, etc.) may vary.  My views do not. Thanks, Kevin.


I’m
a home grown American citizen, 53, registered Democrat all my life.
Before the last presidential election I registered as a Republican
because I no longer felt the Democratic Party represents my views or
works to pursue issues important to me.

Now I no longer
feel the Republican Party represents my views or works to pursue issues
important to me. The fact is I no longer feel any political party or
representative in Washington represents my views or works to pursue the
issues important to me. There must be someone. Please tell me who you
are. Please stand up and tell me that you are there and that you’re
willing to fight for our Constitution as it was written. Please stand
up now. You might ask yourself what my views and issues are that I
would horribly feel so disenfranchised by both major political parties.
What kind of nut job am I? Will you please tell me?

Well, these are briefly my views and issues for which I seek representation:

One,
illegal immigration. I want you to stop coddling illegal immigrants and
secure our borders. Close the underground tunnels. Stop the violence
and the trafficking in drugs and people. No amnesty, not again. Been
there, done that, no resolution. P.S., I’m not a racist. This isn’t to
be confused with legal immigration.

Two, the TARP
bill, I want it repealed and I want no further funding supplied to it.
We told you no, but you did it anyway. I want the remaining unfunded
95% repealed. Freeze, repeal.

Three: Czars, I want the
circumvention of our checks and balances stopped immediately. Fire the
czars. No more czars. Government officials answer to the process, not
to the president. Stop trampling on our Constitution and honor it.

Four, cap and trade. The debate on global warming is not over. There is more to say.

Five,
universal healthcare. I will not be rushed into another expensive
decision. Don’t you dare try to pass this in the middle of the night
and then go on break. Slow down!

Six, growing
government control. I want states rights and sovereignty fully
restored. I want less government in my life, not more. Shrink it down.
Mind your own business. You have enough to take care of with your real
obligations. Why don’t you start there.

Seven, ACORN.
I do not want ACORN and its affiliates in charge of our 2010 census. I
want them investigated. I also do not want mandatory escrow fees
contributed to them every time on every real estate deal that closes.
Stop the funding to ACORN and its affiliates pending impartial audits
and investigations. I do not trust them with taking the census over
with our taxpayer money. I don’t trust them with our taxpayer money.
Face up to the allegations against them and get it resolved before
taxpayers get any more involved with them. If it walks like a duck and
talks like a duck, hello. Stop protecting your political buddies. You
work for us, the people. Investigate.

Eight,
redistribution of wealth. No, no, no. I work for my money. It is mine.
I have always worked for people with more money than I have because
they gave me jobs. That is the only redistribution of wealth that I
will support. I never got a job from a poor person. Why do you want me
to hate my employers? Why ‑‑ what do you have against shareholders
making a profit?

Nine, charitable contributions.
Although I never got a job from a poor person, I have helped many in
need. Charity belongs in our local communities, where we know our needs
best and can use our local talent and our local resources. Butt out,
please. We want to do it ourselves.

Ten, corporate
bailouts. Knock it off. Sink or swim like the rest of us. If there are
hard times ahead, we’ll be better off just getting into it and letting
the strong survive. Quick and painful. Have you ever ripped off a
Band‑Aid? We will pull together. Great things happen in America under
great hardship. Give us the chance to innovate. We cannot disappoint
you more than you have disappointed us.

Eleven,
transparency and accountability. How about it? No, really, how about
it? Let’s have it. Let’s say we give the buzzwords a rest and have some
straight honest talk. Please try ‑‑ please stop manipulating and trying
to appease me with clever wording. I am not the idiot you obviously
take me for. Stop sneaking around and meeting in back rooms making
deals with your friends. It will only be a prelude to your criminal
investigation. Stop hiding things from me.

Twelve, unprecedented quick spending. Stop it now.

Take
a breath. Listen to the people. Let’s just slow down and get some input
from some non-politicians on the subject. Stop making everything an
emergency. Stop speed reading our bills into law.

I am not
an activist. I am not a community organizer. Nor am I a terrorist, a
militant or a violent person. I am a parent and a grandparent. I work.
I’m busy. I’m busy. I am busy, and I am tired. I thought we elected
competent people to take care of the business of government so that we
could work, raise our families, pay our bills, have a little
recreation, complain about taxes, endure our hardships, pursue our
personal goals, cut our lawn, wash our cars on the weekends and be
responsible contributing members of society and teach our children to
be the same all while living in the home of the free and land of the
brave.

I entrusted you with upholding the Constitution. I believed in the checks and balances to keep from getting far off course.

What happened?

You
are very far off course. Do you really think I find humor in the hiring
of a speed reader to unintelligently ramble all through a bill that you
signed into law without knowing what it contained? I do not. It is a
mockery of the responsibility I have entrusted to you. It is a slap in
the face. I am not laughing at your arrogance.

Why is it
that I feel as if you would not trust me to make a single decision
about my own life and how I would live it but you should expect that I
should trust you with the debt that you have laid on all of us and our
children. We did not want the TARP bill. We said no. We would repeal it
if we could. I am sure that we still cannot. There is such urgency and
recklessness in all of the recent spending.

From my
perspective, it seems that all of you have gone insane. I also know
that I am far from alone in these feelings. Do you honestly feel that
your current pursuits have merit to patriotic Americans? We want it to
stop. We want to put the brakes on everything that is being rushed by
us and forced upon us.

We want our voice back.

You
have forced us to put our lives on hold to straighten out the mess that
you are making. We will have to give up our vacations, our time spent
with our children, any relaxation time we may have had and money we
cannot afford to spend on you to bring our concerns to Washington.

Our
president often knows all the right buzzword[s and the latest] is
‘unsustainable’. Well, no kidding! How many tens of thousands of
dollars did the focus group cost to come up with that word? We don’t
want your overpriced words.

Stop treating us like we’re morons.

We
want all of you to stop focusing on your reelection and do the job we
want done, not the job you want done or the job your party wants done.
You work for us and at this rate I guarantee you—not for long—because
we are coming.

We will be heard and we will be represented.
You think we’re so busy with our lives that we will never come for you?
We are the formerly silent majority, all of us who quietly work, pay
taxes, obey the law, vote, save money, keep our noses to the grindstone
and we are now looking up at you.

You have awakened us, the
patriotic spirit so strong and so powerful that it had been sleeping
too long. You have pushed us too far. Our numbers are great. They may
surprise you. For every one of us who will be there, there will be
hundreds more that could not come. Unlike you, we have their trust.

We
will represent them honestly, rest assured. They will be at the polls
on voting day to usher you out of office. We have cancelled vacations.
We will use our last few dollars saved. We will find the representation
among us and a grassroots campaign will flourish.

We didn’t
ask for this fight. But the gloves are coming off. We do not come in
violence, but we are angry. You will represent us or you will be
replaced with someone who will. There are candidates among us when
hewill rise like a Phoenix from the ashes that you have made of our
constitution.

Democrat, Republican, independent, libertarian.
Understand this. We don’t care. Political parties are meaningless to
us. Patriotic Americans are willing to do right by us and our
Constitution and that is all that matters to us now.

We are going to fire all of you who abuse power and seek more. It is not your power. It is ours and we want it back.

We
entrusted you with it and you abused it. You are dishonorable. You are
dishonest. As Americans we are ashamed of you. You have brought shame
to us. If you are not representing the wants and needs of your
constituency loudly and consistently, in spite of the objections of
your party, you will be fired.

Did you hear? We no longer
care about your political parties. You need to be loyal to us, not to
them. Because we will get you fired and they will not save you.

If
you do or can represent me, my issues, my views, please stand up. Make
your identity known. You need to make some noise about it. Speak up. I
need to know who you are.

If you do not speak up, you will
be herded out with the rest of the sheep and we will replace the whole
damn congress if need be one by one.

We are coming. Are we coming for you? Who do you represent? What do you represent? Listen. Because we are coming.

We the people are coming.

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