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OBL still dead… but don’t believe anything else coming out of the Obama regime

Okay let's get started with basic facts which are in short supply since OBL did or did not resist, use his wife, daughter, stripper, UPS driver as a human shield, was or was not anointed with Aloe vera juice in keeping with the religion that believes it has the right to hack off your children's heads.

L/M31 Rules of the road until OBL news is relegated to the second section of the NYT:

• Don't believe a word about this mission coming from the Obama regime.
• Since long before 9/11 far-left dimocrats (the entire leadership) have done nothing except sabotage the War on Terror... in fact, they even changed the name didn't they? They don't like the word "victory"; they don't like anything that American... they are fifth-columnists. And they called  Seal Team Six which cancelled OBL's ticket, Nazis... didn't they?
• Everything that that has been released from the White House since Sunday was scripted to cast Obama as a latter day George Patton... the same jackass who opposed the war in Iraq, the surge, enhanced interrogation and everything else that would guarantee victory... and he doesn't even like that word--makes him feel all tingly in his ballet panties.     
• I will not allow anyone carrying Barry Ortero's water to post on this blog insisting that Obama deserves a shred of credit for drilling OBL through the eye. He dithered for more than six months after he had conclusive proof (thanks to the waterboarding "torture" he so abhors) that OBL was in a high-priced condo under the protection of the Pock-ee-Staaan regime and had been for six years.

Facts:

Forget what you think you know about the legendary US Navy SEALS. "Seal Team Six" is a cover.... it has nothing to do with the other numbered Seal teams which are made up of only a few hundred personnel based in Dam Neck, Va.; the elite SEAL unit that double-tapped OBL is officially known as Naval Special Warfare Development Group, or "DEVGRU," is part of a special operations brotherhood that calls itself "the quiet professionals."

Of the "regular" Seals who try out... only half make it into DevGru. In others words, these are the Seals that Seals hold in great respect deference....  you don't want to know these people; they are "black ops", outside the military chain of command and answer only to the president--no matter who it may be. More, click here.

Keep in mind that killing this waste of skin and oxygen means nothing... we've been killing the "second and third highest terrorists" for years and we can continue for decades; rank means nothing when a 12-year-old can be brainwashed into murdering babies for Allah or some other Muslim pedophile.

Nits breed lice.

Is that clear? Let me expand... this is Iwo Jima writ large... like, global.

Muslims, the religion, its faithful, its leadership, its front groups and its apologists must suffer the same fate as bin Laden. This is war without quarter... savage, dehumanizing combat that cannot be trusted to most Americans, let alone any democrats... when you encounter them, tell 'em to hide under their beds and wait for the all-clear to come out.

If we win.

Is it possible to kill all the Muzzies in the world...? No. But it is possible to have a US defense policy that enforces what W said... you are either with the terrorist or with us.

Choose your side, and pick carefully, you life depends on it.

Screw your blankets and praying 12 times a day... if we have you, you can give your soul Allah, but your sorry ass is ours, you sub-human petrie dish of pond scum.

Ramadamadingdong?  Yeah, we'll see that that little celebration relegated to sewage treatment plants across the nation.... we're still a little hinkey about you vaporizing 3,000 of our countrymen, beheading our citizens and raping our women.

Certainly you must understand our upset... and if you don't, just suck on this gun barrel.

See, if most Americans--Real Americans--had their way, no one from Muslim countries would get a visitors' visa, let alone a work visa or immigrant status. We don't want your spawn in our schools and we don't want your Sharia in our communities... sort of like we don't want toxic waste, cancer and Algore. 

You see, the Seal who put two rounds through OBL's skull Sunday is a Real American; the kind of man willing to employ complete and devastating violence on behalf of the rest of us. There are not many of these men; I wish we had more.

But we don't.

Gosh GA, in this time of great danger, why not?

Well, Scout, you see the dimocrats are flooding the services will hair dressers, interior designers and the University of South Florida Women's softball team... that's what Obama wants from a killer military--you know, HIS kinda people.   

You see, the the democrats have already prosecuted Seal Team Six members (they are praising today) for protecting your children... oh, you forgot? Then let me wake your ass up...:

Navy SEALs Face Assault Charges for Capturing Most-Wanted Terrorist

Navy SEALs have secretly captured one of the most wanted terrorists in Iraq — the alleged mastermind of the murder and mutilation of four Blackwater USA security guards in Fallujah in 2004 (right).

And three of the SEALs who captured him are now facing criminal charges, sources told FoxNews.com.

The three, all members of the Navy's elite commando unit, have refused non-judicial punishment — called a captain's mast — and have requested a trial by court-martial.

Ahmed Hashim Abed, whom the military code-named "Objective Amber," told investigators he was punched by his captors — and he had the bloody lip to prove it.

You see, America... your CnC is nothing but a Gilbert and Sullivan admiral.... he isn't a commander in chief, he just plays one between rounds of golf:  

He wore his golf shoes to the oh-so critical "real time" monitoring of the OBL mission... now that is a leader focused on the lives of his troops and the well-being of his nation..... no?

An Awestruck AP: Obama So Concerned About Bin Laden Raid He Wore His Golf Shoes to the Oval Office…

WASHINGTON (AP) — Golf shoes in the Oval Office could have been a clue.

President Barack Obama usually goes to the residence quarters of the White House after putting in a few weekend hours on the links. But he made an unusual beeline for his West Wing office last Sunday that raised eyebrows only in retrospect.

He was headed for a top-secret meeting to review final preparations for a military operation he’d approved two days earlier, the one involving a raid by Navy SEALs that would end with the death of Osama bin Laden, one of the world’s most hunted men.

White House to release OBL death pix...

But no matter what OBL's post-mortem glam shots look like... they'll be far less hideous than this:

It is time….

We must withdraw our troops from the escalating war in Afghanistan and I don't care if the Neanderthals there hoot and holler until the next time their psychotic religion demands the sacrifice of a goat, a woman or a 12-year-old girl.

Yesterday I learned that a Texas Marine staff sergeant and his Navy corpsman were killed by one of Obama's Predator drones; there is no longer any need to support any military operation in this third-world piece of crap country unless the troops are recruited from the voter rolls of the Democrat party... and the entire Congressional membership.

And.... on the condition that Bawaney Fwank walks point.... every day.   

I've spent much of the last week around active duty military, reservists and veterans of wars spanning seven decades, and I demand more for these young men and women than this war, this president and this commander-in-chief.... and quite frankly, this society. 

"Staff Sgt. Jeremy D. Smith, of Arlington, and Navy Corpsman Benjamin Rast, both assigned to 1st Battalion, 23rd Marine Regiment, died Wednesday in combat in the Helmand province of southern Afghanistan.

On Monday, NBC learned the soldiers were killed by a Hellfire missile fired from a Predator drone."

This was Smith's fourth tour. He was studying criminal justice at UTA and was about a year away from graduating. But he ultimately wanted to return to the Marines as an officer.

Smith had completed three previous tours in Iraq before deploying to Afghanistan.

Rast, and outstanding high school athlete, is the 43rd Navy corpsman to be killed in Afghanistan and Iraq; he attended Lake Michigan College, where he majored in law enforcement and was a member of the college's National Honor Society.

Not a soul on earth could have stopped me from enlisting and going to Vietnam... I understand that some young men must ride to the sound of guns, but let us do our best to dissuade them, for we will need them at a future time when this nation is again worth dying for.

The left hates you, your family, your sons and daughters... the only reason the left pays any attention to the military is that they want it to closely resemble San Francisco's Castro District which is naturally shown here below. 

Footnote:

Taliban Whine: “The Marines Run Toward Our Bullets!”…

Since September, the Third Platoon of Kilo Company, Fifth Marine Regiment, in Sangin Province has shot somewhere between 125 and 208 Taliban — as many as one enemy killed per patrol. That rate may not seem high, but the cumulative effect has been crushing. Marine tactics, like Ohio State football, have the subtle inevitability of a steamroller.

“We got a radio intercept yesterday,” Lt. Garcia said. “Some Talib leaders in Pakistan were chewing out the local fighters for quitting. The locals yelled back, ‘Marines run toward our bullets.’”

Semper Fi, lads... Semper Fi.

It is not unusual, but ironic that both Smith and Rast were pursuing degrees in criminal justice and perhaps would have ultimately become doubly hated by your neighbors and some of your own relatives.

They wanted to be cops.

Meet Mumia Abu-Jamal whose momma not doubt called him Leonard Johnson... he is a sub-human piece of pond scum and (redundantly) a former member of the Black Panthers who was found guilty of murdering Philadelphia police officer Daniel J. Faulkner during a routine traffic stop in 1981.

Abu-Jamal was subsequently sentenced to death.

Yeah in a nation where most states consider death, life.... and for babies... life, death.

Die for this nation? this society? Not on your ass.

But wait it's worse... at the California Federation of Teachers' 2011 Convention in late March, the delegates passed resolutions largely pertaining to education and collective bargaining rights; but there was also Resolution 19 – to “Reaffirm support for death row journalist.”

“Therefore, be it resolved, that the California Federation of Teachers reaffirm its support and demand that the courts consider the evidence of innocence of Mumia Abu-Jamal,” the Committee Report reads." More here.

It would be grand if in addition to all Congressional democrats walking point.... all leftist school teachers did the same.

Do I mean I'd rather see these comm/unionists dead than our soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines....?

Absolutely.

It would help the economy, improve education, destroy unions and give our troops a chance to rest up. Besides when was the last time the left pulled it's weight in the country?

Think about it.

And let's not forget Abdulhakim Muhammad (whose momma calls him Leonard Johnson) who should be taking a dirt nap as an enemy of the United States, but of course is living life on your direct or indirect tax dollars. 

Muhammad is charged in Little Rock with capital murder in the June 2009 shooting death of Army Pvt. William Long outside a recruiting center. He has said the shooting was in retaliation for U.S. military action in the Middle East.

He's an update... he admits to murdering someone three years earlier.

And in Modor-on-the-Potomac the democrats fought for their budgeted millions to underwrite the cost of murdering babies, and at the same time refused to exempt the military from halting federal pay checks should the government "close down".

Does any of this need any further explanation?

All that’s missing is a fluffy kitten

I detest the Navy’s new ad campaign TV commercials which features a sci-fi “Transformer”-type aircraft full of nurses and doctors saving flood victims and handing out bottled water… Evian please.

All that’s missing is a fluffy kitten.

And the tag line?“America’s Navy..  A Global Force for Good.”

Puke.

But then what do you expect when the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff,  “Mommy” Mike Mullen, an admiral so giddy over paving the way for openly gay sailors to help destroy the world’s premier navy, that I expect him to appear at the next Gay Rights parade in San Fran.

That is he over there, with his Cub Scout salute and his cover askew; looks gay to me.

Mullen has said “We treat each other (gays)with respect or we find another place to work. Period.”

That’s right, Gunny; you don’t like this, don’t let the door hit you in the six. We’re making room by getting rid of you for seamen recruits with the political agenda to turn then Navy into The Village People. They already have their own marketing tool.

The Navy’s new buzz phrase is just one more “chickification” of our military specifically, and our society in general.  “Global Force for Good” replaces the “Accelerate Your Life” campaign which was even more lame and could easily have been used for DeVry University… same with the Army’s “Be All You Can Be” and “Army of One.”

You get the trend here….?

The individual is stressed over the unit and the mission.

Our military is answering the question that should not be asked by recruits in the first place–”What’s in it for me?”

Our political-military is rewriting history: “Ask not what you can do for your country, ask what your country can do for you.”

But to my shipmates’ credit… the Navy Times reports that it has received 56 e-mails from readers, and all but six disliked the new slogan.

“This bumper-sticker jingle would look good on a flower-toting cart, but when an [aircraft carrier] that displaces over 100,000 tons pulls up off your coast, generally the thought is, ‘Oh crap, the U.S. Navy is here,’” said Information Specialist 1st Class Joshua Forman, 2nd Fleet Military Intelligence Operations Center.

“Some people disliked the slogan for practical reasons: “This is not ‘America’s Navy.’ It is the United States Navy … America encompasses two continents. The United States is located in just one. Tell them to get it right,” said retired Lt. Cmdr. Bill Jones.”

And what does it cost to “re-brand” the United States Navy and put it in a Volkswagen mini-bus?

“Campbell-Ewald, the Navy’s main advertising agency since 2000, was awarded its third five-year contract in May, worth as much as $800 million, partly on the strength of its “A global force for good” re-branding concept. The company and Recruiting Command have enough evidence that convinces them today’s young people will respond to an  appeal to a higher purpose.”

A “higher purpose” you latte-drinking metrosexual?

There is no higher purpose than serving your nation honorably, and hopefully getting the chance to kill some of the enemy during your career.

And yet, onboard the Navy’s website, you’ll find this…. Yea!! UPS stands on guard for you.

Hey, all hands… and let’s not forget to celebrate Women’s History Month…. which is right before Take Your Daughter to Work Day and just after Secretary’s Day.

No… not Navy Month or Military History Month or Large-caliber Weapons Month.

What about Medal of Honor Month…. National Medal of Honor Day was 25 March, but you won’t find that in the Navy budget line items.

No… for your tax dollars you get:  CHICK MONTH!! Which is just before Black History Month and just After Hispanic History Month… and I’m laying 10 to 1 that Muslim History Month is only one Obama re-election away. 

Naturally, all the colors of the rainbow (rainbow… get it?) are prominently displayed in the Navy ads… most of the females are of those carefully chosen models who appear to be a mixture of Mediterranean, Black, Oriental… somewhat exotic like the gal above.

This is what you need when build and maintain a focused, dedicated, cohesive military force?…  diversity, separate agendas, groups and sub-groups within the group? 

Can Puerto Rican lesbian defrocked nuns, and trannys be far behind?

“…The more effeminate and debauched the people are, the more they are fitted for an absolute and tyrannical government.” –Charles Thomson, Secretary to First Continental Congress

But thank God and 230 years of hard as nails Americans, there still is a Marine Corps.

The Corps has perfected the negative sell…. “… you can’t make it here, go away and don’t bother us.”

Marine Corps Medal of Honor Recipient Hershel Woodrow “Woody” Williams was rejected twice by a recruiter because he was too short. He refused to take no for an answer.

Less than two years later he helped turn the tide in one of the Corps’ most pivotal battles.

It will again my distinct privilege to break bread with Woody on Tuesday… the last survivor of 22 Marine and five Navy MOH Recipients cited for heroism on for Iwo Jima.  (I’ll post through next week on our annual Medal of Honor Weekend here in Gainesville… now in its 11th year. This year we are hosting 14 Recipients.)

Over the years the Corps has used variations of the  “you’re not good enough” theme: “First to Fight”,  ”We Didn’t Promise you a Rose Garden”, “The Few The Proud The Marines”, “Duty… Honor… Country.”

The Corps has maintained this simple recruiting (marketing) concept that has worked since Smedley Darlington Butler was a private, and before; we’re just looking for a small number of dedicated individuals who are full of testosterone, possess a clear mind, and above all, are willing to use maximum violence to kill our enemies.

Meanwhile, other branches do a disservice to their troops by painting them as Super Peace Corps Volunteers helping out natural disaster victims.

“Humanitarian missions”, “Peace keepers”. Crap.

The Corps will never run an ad that suggests someone join for college money, or to “be all you can be”.

The Corps offers one thing–you can be a Marine if you can hack it; if you doubt yourself, don’t take up the nice recruiter’s time.

Semper Fi… .

It’s high time you understand “who wears the pantsuit” in this operation

Germans pull forces out of NATO...
Allies in disarray...
DER SPIEGEL: Coalition of the Unwilling...
OBAMA: No ground troops, no matter what happens...
Redefines 'exit strategy'...
French PM: 'We are not at war'...
Costs, mission unclear...
Also backing the rebels -- al Qaeda...

News item:

March 20 — U.S. Defense Secretary Robert Gates says the Pentagon expects to turn control of the Libya military mission over to a coalition – led either by the French and British or by NATO – “in a matter of days.”

Since Jan. 20, 2009 I have strongly opposed young Americans enlisting in any of the military’s combat arms professions. I have encouraged parents of young men and women to insist that their sons and daughters wait until they can have a Commander-in-Chief worthy of their patriotism, service and their potential sacrifice.

At this very moment he’s sending our best and brightest in harm’s way, to be used by the French military which wants the Brits to take over operational control of the air strikes on Libyan strongman Gaddafi in hopes the Eurotrash will take the fall for an AWOL American president.

This is the world without the forceful, focused leadership of the United States.

This second-guessing waste of skin, this third-rate South Side Chicago political hack, this fifth-columnist, is not worthy to breathe America’s air, let alone send my young comrades to their deaths for no perceptible gains in an ill-defined mission, lead by incompetent, micro-managers placed in those roles for nothing more than political reasons.

Yet US air strikes were finally approved “only after [Secretary of State] Mrs. Clinton joined Samantha Power, a senior aide at the National Security Council, and Susan Rice, Mr. Obama’s ambassador to the United Nations, who had pressed the case for military action.”

Rush observed Tuesday that Obama’s three advisers had “talked him into  using force” against Gaddafi, while his male advisers had opposed the move: “We’re talking about male liberals! Of course they opposed it. They’re the new castrati … they’re sissies! And here’s the leader of the club, and he’s sitting in the Oval Orifice.”

The NYT’s Maureen Dowd called this Gyno-American War Department…”the Amazon Warriors, the Lady Hawks, the Valkyries.”

So, Mom, Dad, Grandpa… this limp-wristed, metro sexual punk theoretically responsible for two shooting wars has now handed over full strategic military leadership to female social workers inside Mordor-on-the-Potomac bunkers.

The commander-in-chief doesn’t want to take the heat for anything… he just wants to resume his vacation as soon as possible with liberal time off for the 2012 campaign.

Permanent Link to Navy chief- We’re not sure what the next stage is in Libya is

So… what about your young sailor, airman, soldier or Marine, Mom and Dad?

You raised them for this… the middle ring in a Chicago-styled, three-ring circus designed, organized and directed by unelected female politicians?

And to think LBJ still gets crap for personally hand-picking bombing targets in North Vietnam; at least he was the President and CnC.

So what’s the personal bottom line in all this? And by personal I mean the great young service members who will pay the price one way or another while politicians cash a hefty paycheck for sending them to their deaths, yet escape any earthly judgment.

Dodging a bullet:

Using two AV/8B Harriers, two MV-22 Ospreys and two CH-53E Super Stallions carrying a quick reaction force, Marine air crewmen rescued an F-15E Strike Eagle pilot who crashed while flying in support of Operation Odyssey.

The Harriers dropped two 500-lb bombs on a convoy of Libyan vehicles that they judged were a threat to the downed pilot, who had parachuted to safety. The Harriers also carried out strafing runs.

Our troops are in danger of capture and we’ve signed on to a horse designed by a domestic coalition of idiots.

Heels and heartbeats…

While scanning recently published books this morning, I noticed an interesting title from one David Brooks, who is billed as a “conservative” on the NYT payroll.

Hardly… Brooks is nothing more than an inside-the-beltway liberal when it comes to his politics, but he is also a keen observer of the human condition and writes very well.

Brooks’ The Social Animal–-described as “a book about the human need for connection, friendship, love—what Brooks identifies as ‘limerence’ or the desire to articulate a universal feeling: that all of us are caught up in what he calls “the loneliness loop.”

“We yearn for ‘community’; when two people are having an intense conversation, their breathing synchronizes; laughing together creates a feeling of joy; soldiers drilling in unison experience a surge of power.

“What drives us, ultimately, is the need to be understood by others.”

Naturally, it was the “soldiers drilling in unison” observation that  caught my attention. 

It rang true because of a singularly emotional experience I had in Marine boot camp.  

Late November, MCRD-San Diego; the winter coastal fog enveloped “the grinder”… an enormous expanse of pavement which has felt the boots of of generations of raw recruits who entered the Marine Corps—as Billy Joel so accurately observed:

We met as soul mates on Parris Island
We left as inmates from an asylum
And we were sharp, as sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives

Parris Island is the sister facility for training East coast would-be jarheads.

The 75 of us—Platoon 2084—were near graduation and through the magic of the Marine Corps Drill Instructor had become a fine platoon. We were en route to being named series honor platoon, by winning initial drill, rifle range, final drill, and PFT (physical fitness training).

Drill (marching) is the key element in transitioning the civilian into someone worthy of becoming a Marine. Brooks is spot on as using this as an example of “experiencing a surge of power”.

Late that November Sunday night we had earned a movie at the base theater and were headed back to our barracks.

Because it was after lights out and “taps” our drill instructors, cutting the volume down by 80 percent, called us to attention and we started out on his low, sing-song cadence unique to the Corps’ DIs.     

Once underway he simply said “listen to your boots, your own cadence… march yourselves.”

For the next two minutes there was no sound save for the muffled chuff… chuff… chuff of our heel strikes.The sound of 150 boot boots on the tarmac, precisely in micro-second synchronization, raised a heartbeat that brought the hair on my forearms and neck to attention. As first squad leader, I had the heightened experience of leading my very first unit.

The sound was literally behind me, pushing me on, instilling in me the knowledge that no matter what the future held, I would never let down anyone who marched with me. 

At that moment the entire purpose of training revealed itself. Being a Marine is not the robotic following of orders, it is the deeply embedded feeling that you have been transformed from an individual entity to one part of a remarkable moving organism.

And if each and every component functions as it should with great “followership” as well as leadership… it (we) is capable of doing anything.

Marine Corps history has made good of that promise thousands of times over the last 235 years.

And it all begins with listening for the heartbeat of the Marines who surround you, and finding comfort and trust in the knowledge that they do.

Semper Fi.

Bittersweet

Always good to get together with friends The Mixter and Hap Arnold here in San Diego; got in last night about 10:30 after one for the most annoying flights I’ve every experienced.

It seems that “heightened security measures” by the TSA involve repeatedly telling a plane full of people “passengers cannot gathering and block the aisles waiting to go to the bathroom.” Several timers from DFW to Denver one particularly annoying stewardess (yes I said it) acted like the older guy (with a prostate problem?) and the young father with an infant has box cutters… and forced them to return to their seats.

The punch line…she and her co-worker were blocking the aisle with a 50-pound beverage cart.

The has been a bad year… the funeral I’ll attend Wednesday (my 7th since November ‘09) is for Paul Rosenberg, a two-tour Army combat medic with CO. L [Ranger] 75th Inf., 101st Airborne in Vietnam where he he was awarded the Bronze Star among other decorations. Later he did eight years with Marine Corps ANGLICO and served in Panama.

Paul… “Doc Rosey”… was a man of great faith and humility, possessed of an irrepressible nature; the only man I never heard curse.

It was not a surprise he became a medic.

When on a roll, he could be devastatingly zany-funny; he loved and was loved by his friends. Though small in stature, he had a great heart, great warmth. When Paul arrived, everyone knew it in five minutes; nobody ever said, “I’d don’t remember him.”

He waged a great battle against myriad Agent-Orange-related illnesses and conditions; he didn’t complain. These made, well, everything more difficult… but, like the song says, he soldiered on.

His body finally gave out on him Dec. 31, but he was pressing forward when they got him.

Our small Central Valley town of Taft—little more than 10,000—lost 13 Soldiers, Airmen, Sailors and Marines in Vietnam, including Medal of Honor Recipient Sgt. Larry S. Pierce.

It was just a little more than a year ago that we gathered to say goodbye to another friend, Darrel Hildebrand, and we all had the opportunity to see Rosey again. The trip was hard on him, but he made it.

All hands (Vietnam/Vietnam Era vets) were on deck for Darrel’s wake… left to right: Larry Dillard, USN; Larry West, USA, Paul, USA/USMC; Lawrence Hildebrand, USAF; Richard Mixon, USN; Ray Abney, and myself, USMC; all 1966 graduates, Taft Union High School.

Wednesday we’ll gather once again, but we’ll be missing a man.

God speed, Doc.

Don’t get caught up in the symptoms

I’ll admit to being AWOL from this space of late; reasons are may, but No. 1 is my seeming inability to focus on one “pressing” issue among no less than 50 pressing issues pointing like daggers at the heart of America.

I keep coming back to the theme that why I mistrust, find frustrating and actually fear liberals and their radical masters… because they’ll get you killed.

• Obamacare+death panels=you’re dead.   
• “Café” standards mean lightweight cars=you’re dead.
• Far left MA Gov. Deval Patrick allows parole for sub-human with three life sentences=cop is dead. 
• Enviro-whackos outlaw DDT=millions are dead.  

And most recently, it appears that the communist infiltrated unions in New York appear to have staged a “work slowdown” as the recent blizzard hit; of course they were protesting some sort of grievance for which more money is the only solution.

The result of the criminal act by malcontent union thugs… :

• A baby delivered inside the lobby of a snowbound Brooklyn building died after an emergency call brought nine excruciating hours.
• A Queens woman tried to reach 911 operators for 20 minutes Monday and then waited for three hours for first responders to arrive. By then, her mom was dead.
• A 76-year-old Bay Ridge heart attack victim nearly died when an FDNY ambulance became stuck in a snow bank, but good Samaritans lugged him through the unplowed streets on make-shift sled.
• A 66 year-old man froze to death on a stranded subway car.

A criminal investigation is underway, but remember the Big Apple is a lot like Chicago… don’t hold your breath.

There are hundreds of cause and effect, direct results of leftists now undermining our nation on each and every front.

Central theme

But let’s settle on the main theme and stick will it for a moment, because the particulars are only symptoms which can easily be followed back to the infection that is ravaging Real America.

The infection is a fatal brew of power, control, and an amount of money that is impossible to fully grasp.

Just for round numbers… let’s take one-sixth of the U.S. economy, which if not defended completely, will fall into the hands of the radical left under Obamacare.

Power. Control. And the money to wield both.

We are already work slaves to this rapacious government and will work for our masters for free until April 9 this year, but we still have what’s left.

But when the government forces government health insurance on you and your family and the manages costs the only way possible… by limiting treatment, grandma will live the rest of her days in a wheel chair because hip replacements are too costly to waste on the elderly who do not work.

And if that cancer treatment is “too expensive”, then simply, you will die. Meanwhile Obama spend hundreds of millions on vacations which apparently are not “too expensive”.

Senior citizen, meet ice floe.

Or as the departing Queen Nancy sees it: Nanny Nancy Knows Best: If Every American Loved Their Healthcare Dems Would Still Take it Over, Repeal Is ‘Violence’.

See? The left has zero interest in “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” You cannot take control of a country and run a Big Brother Government unless you change everything.

Let’s say, even national defense.

In the Navy:

Do really want me to believe that there is no connection between the repeal of DADT a few days ago and the cashiering of the skipper of the USS Enterprise for showing videos that contained “anti-gay slurs”? The shipboard-produced videos were four years old, but somehow surface now.

Gutless top brass effectively ended Captain Owen Honors’ stellar career for "demonstrating poor judgment while serving as executive officer of that ship."

“Tail-hook Part Deux.”

Captain Honors, a decorated, 27-year naval aviator with 85 combat missions was a water-walker and one of a small hand full of men to earn command of a nuke carrier. Apparently he was considered the best… he beat out every one else in the Navy for the position based on his record, but now all of a sudden he’s not fit to command.

Ironically, The Big E, the very first and therefore oldest nuclear carrier in the Navy is to be mothballed in 2013. Captain Honors probably never figured he’d be dry-docked first.

The point? Do you actually believe that those who drive the far-left, homosexual agenda in this country care about national defense? Hell no, they care only about antri-American, homosexual political action in order to turn a straight, conservative society upside down and inside out.

What more dramatic place to attack than our military?

The plan that has long been in place is now out in the open, no longer fearful of being exposed. In this time of war the forces of evil have successfully attacked and disabled to a certain extent the most powerful military in the world. Next you’ll be telling me they’ll be putting women on subs… wait, what? Women to Serve on Submarines Within a Year

Power. Control. Money. 

“Environmentalism”, “green” this and that, none of it has a damned thing to do with saving the planet it has to do with crushing our economy.

Ethanol… a complete lie that ruined the food corn market for consumers and actually cost 1.5 gallons of petrol to produce 1.0 gallons of ethanol. and thus caused more pollution and drove the price of gasoline higher… only made the “right “ people richer.

Just days ago that fat-ass Algore admitted ethanol was a scam from the very start and he backed it only because he was running for president, but note how tens of millions of idiots bought into the Ponzi scheme.

Every single environmental group is nothing more than a Trojan Horse.

Take your color-coded recycling bins and put ‘em where the sun don’t shine.

“Dairy Queen” light bulbs? My friend Bo over at Be Sure You're RIGHT, Then Go Ahead nails it:

“In the liberal scheme of things, the possible poisoning by mercury of a few individual American klutzes is a small price to pay in the progressive plan to turn the nation into an energy-efficient third world backwater.  At any event, citizens should not be unduly alarmed.  After all, if they’re very, very careful, they may never break a bulb…”

It goes like this… General Electric, jumps on “green” propaganda bandwagon. Produces tremendously high-price light bulb. Gives millions to politicians and enviro-whackos. GE owns NBC. NBC orders full-court, 24-7 promotion of the bulb disguised as “news”. Law phasing out and eventual ban of incandescent cheap bulbs signed into law. Profits skyrocket. 

Power. Control. Money.

I praised “Gunny” R. Lee Ermey the other day for calling Obama a socialist who was ruining the country. I take it all back… because the former drill instructor took it all back and apologized like a pouting little girl in ballet class.

The website Mediaite wonders if the apology is a move to appease the insurance company GEICO. As many know, Ermey has had a resurgence as a GEICO commercial star. But recently, another GEICO voice actor was fired for a foray into political talk:

A few months ago, GEICO fired voice actor Lance Baxter AKA D.C. Douglas for being critical of the Tea Party and Freedomworks. Not only did they fire him, they fired him for a political outburst on his own free time. Will they now fire Ermey?

That could be the reason. But some may just wonder if this is Ermey crossing into “mamby pamby land”:

Piss off Ermey… you’ve made more money than God off being a Marine, and now you fold like a tent because of money???

Yeah, that’s what I’ve been talking about. 

The military’s done… we’re done…. I’m done

We here at the Southern Command have been on record for some time discouraging young men and women from enlisting in the United States military currently under the control of the Obama Administration and its congressional lackeys.

We take this position because most of the democrat party and not a small percentage of republicans for that matter, do not give a damn about the military and veterans, about your welfare, about your family, and most especially if you come back in a body bag; in fact, your death solves some of the economic shortfalls within the Pentagon budget.

And now that Congress has ended DADT with the passage of the “We’re no longer the world’s premier fighting force, we’re an on-going experiment in social justice” bill, I say again……  do not sacrifice your patriotism, your youth, your physical health, your mind and spirit for a nation that cares more about undermining America than it does about your honorable service.

If you’re already in uniform… thank you from the bottom of my heart for your service and sacrifice… and take the first opportunity to get out and get back to your family and a different career. Become a contractor, they can still hire and reject who they want—and the pay’s much better.

Don’t ignore my warnings, young trooper, you have already have missed the last days of American as a serious military power; I don’t have to tell you, by the current rules of engagement, you aleady fight with virtually both arms restrained.

The subhumans hide in mosques and shoot your buddies, yet your superiors refuse to authorize an air strike to send them to pig heaven.

You want more of that? You want the nightmares, the teeth-fracturing rage at the government that sent you to a third-world shit hole so you can be killed while your commanding officers fill the ranks with homosexuals intent making your beloved branch just one more flamboyant, transvestite, transsexual hang out?  

Our glory days are gone; Vietnam was the writing on the wall. We, too, were the best there was and the same government filled almost 60,000 body bags with us because of repeatedly failed leadership, politicians personally picking air strike targets in North Vietnam and the willingness to trade American lives for votes.

Those were my days; we had a few good days in the Reagan days, but the truth is we haven’t fought to win a war since the summer of 1945.

And now that these fifth-columnists and out and out traitors have finally succeeded in destroying the last and only segment of the government that works—the military—do not sacrifice yourself for a suicide mission.

• Right now you serve under an unqualified affirmative action hire who as commander in chief, bows to the very subhumans who want you dead. If it’s a choice between a haji and you… you’re going under the bus.
• Now there is a woman heading Homeland Security (in charge of your family’s safety and well-being) while you’re over there catching bullets; her only qualification? She’s a dyke.

You see the pattern here, Breeder?

What happens now:

It will take weeks, a few months, but the left’s homosexual social engineering agenda will begin to undermine the most power military in world history, and eventually we’ll die and turn to dust from within, still never having lost a war.

When the first transsexual marches down to the local recruiters (followed by the alerted news traitors) the military will become a laughing stock.

This “out” queer will be enlisted and then followed through boot camp like Elvis Presley was back in the 50s, and the entire purpose of the charade will be nothing more the attempt to find grounds for an anti-discrimination law suit.

We’ve been through this part before…

Many years ago it was called “Dupe Shannon Faulkner helps feminists destroy The Citadel”.

…. and the result of that bit of social engineering by the far left?

CHARLESTON, South Carolina (AP) -- Almost 20 percent of the female cadets at The Citadel last spring reported being sexually assaulted since enrolling at the state military college, according to results of a survey released by the school Wednesday. (2006)

On Aug. 15, 1995, after four whole hours of military indoctrination training, she spent the remainder of the first week in the infirmary before voluntarily resigning, citing emotional and psychological abuse and physical exhaustion. After her departure, the male cadets openly celebrated.

What was accomplished, considering Fat Ass Faulkner couldn't hack a whole day of physical training and quit, leaving the Citadel in turmoil, its long and honored tradition in tatters?

And she quit.

Was it about the military, an education, duty , honor country… hell no, it was about a feminist agenda to help undermine American society.

Faulkner now teaches at Hughes Academy Of Science and Technology, a middle school, in Greenville, S.C. The ten-year-old spawn of left wingers… sounds about like what she can handle.

The great likelihood is that our military will simply grind to a halt, awash in federal investigations, waves of UCMJ charges, careers ruined, promotions dashed. Sergeant Tutu of the Interior Design Unit will take his life partner to some state where same-sex marriage is “legal”, sign the papers and then demand a dependent’s ID card, health care, military pay increase, access to base privileges and housing and will expect an invitation to the Commanding Officer's wife’s spouses' group.

There will be hell to pay if any/all of that is not immediately forthcoming. And there you have it… the federal government has just recognized same sex marriage. 

In the ranks:

Our very gay-friendly Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, Adm. Mike Mullen is already on record about the 60-percent of those in combat arms who oppose homosexuals acting out in the military: 

If you don’t like, get the hell out.

“We treat each other with respect or we find another place to work. Period,” he said… adding that some soldiers and Marines may want separate shower facilities. “Some may ask for different berthing. Some may even quit the service. We’ll deal with that.” Mullen said.

Yes, that’s right…  Staff Sergeant, Captain, Lance Corporal, Submariner… “love it or leave it.”

Thank God and Chesty Puller that my Marine Commandant Gen. James Amos was immediately on record, opposing the repeal and protecting his Marines, not pushing some bullshit political agenda. In a very measured and restrained understatement Amos said that the repeal of "don't ask, don't tell" could cause a "distraction" to troops and potentially endanger lives.

"Look, anything that's going to break or potentially break that focus and cause any kind of distraction may have an effect on cohesion...I don't want to permit that opportunity to happen."

I don't want to lose any Marines to the distraction," Amos said. "I don't want to have any Marines that I'm visiting at Bethesda (Naval Medical Center) with no legs be the result of any type of distraction."

Are you ready to pay for sex change operations and 6’4”, 230-pound Air Force admin personnel in skirts and size 12 black patent leather pumps?

And what of AIDS and other STDs, just how quickly will they spread through an openly gay organization… look what’s happened in Hollywood and on Broadway.

And taxpayers, you’ll pick up all the medical costs of the very expensive treatment, meds, separate hospital wards and all the rest. And that part of the budget will be lavishly spent on sexually irresponsible gays and reduce the amount of funds for the rest of the military. 

And what will happen on the battlefield when an openly gay solider is wounded? Take it from anyone who’s been there… even small wounds bleed; big wound bleed all over the damned place; you gonna jump right in there, risk your life for some political agitators’ view of a military utopia?  

If you don’t, I’ll guarantee that you will be persecuted under the UCMJ; you will be found guilty and you will be punished and jailed.

Here are some issues raised by FamilySecurityMatters.org:

• What if an openly gay NCO orders his recruits to shower naked? What if an openly gay officer favors other gay subordinates during her annual performance reviews?
• At an extreme, what if a unit commander, openly gay, insists that his (or her) subordinates all wear the same uniform, forcing some to cross-dress? 
• Even the absurd has to be considered, especially if one reviews the incongruous behavior of many of the openly gay community who like to display their pride in their sexuality.

(The above is exactly what will occur inside the military as soon as the militant gays in uniform start down their list of further grievances.)

Homosexuals will no longer be forced to keep it in their pants, as it were, and will do what they always do… pushy, annoying, insincere about the military mission… out and proud… and definitely loud.

There will be sensitivity training for the haters and homophobes which will certainly increase the Esprit d'Corps and unity, won't it? 

The repeal of DADT is not the end… it is only the beginning.

I mean after all, we should be more enlightened like the Europeans… right?

And if you disagree, refuse, complain, take action for the good of the mission, you will be considered a troublemaker at best and at worst you’ll be busted out of the military on a “hate crime”… you think not?

Where you been the last 30 years?

1775-2010

235 YEARS OF ROMPIN’, STOMPIN’, ASS-KICKIN’ GLORY IN THE TRENCHES…… THE UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS

Each year on this date I try to convey what my beloved Marine Corps means to me…and every year I fall short.

I strive for Shakespeare’s Henry V soliloquy, St. Crispen's Day Speech, yet my efforts produce something more akin to Studs Terkel … real, but lacking.

I fall short of trying to capture, convey, is the mesmerizing ability of three drill instructors, not much beyond the years of their recruits, to reshape for life 75 stumbling, ignorant, pampered civilians into a platoon that will shatter the Huns in Belleau Woods;  who will kill thousands of fanatical Japanese completely shorn of human dignity and respect for life until they no longer resist on Iwo Jima, to suffer the inhuman cold and depravation of the Chosin Reservoir and turn abject failure and defeat into glorious victory.

It is this platoon that fought through the nightmare of Hue City and Khe Sanh and other long ago anonymous battles ignored by historians and all but those who shed their blood in them.

These are the same young men, transformed by the Corps, from do nothings to do everything who have paid for the lung full of freedom we pull in every day of our lives. They have fought, they have bled, they have died in their tens of thousands to protect us, exchanging their very existence for our frivolous tomorrows.

Considering their sacrifice, how will you spend yours?

We never stop being Marines, you know; the oath is for life. Duty… Honor… Country. Marines need not add “Corps”… for it is structurally formed into the bricks of all those words… Duty, Honor, Country.

More love of the Corps in found in the stories I’ve heard from the lips of Jack Lucas, Gen. Bob Galer, Joe Foss, John McGinty, Richard Pittman, Gen. Ray Davis and Woody Williams. I thank God I was found worthy of wearing the same uniform as these great men.

My Marine Crops lives in the rigid stature of the new Marine private in the airport, nervously, constantly adjusting the blouse of his shirt, the knot of his tie and the alignment of his belt buckle.

He is not vain about his new uniform… simply, he knows that there are hundreds of thousands of Marine brothers watching him… and he knows that he is representing them, and he knows he must not fail in that responsibility.

To do otherwise is unthinkable…. for a Marine.   

Our arrogance is well known around the world, but it ain’t braggin’ if you can do it; we laughed in the face of certain death and Marines have shown our Esprit de corps in this way:

“I have only 2 men left out of my company and 20 out of other companies. We need support but it is almost suicidal to try to get here as we are swept by machine gun fire and a constant artillery barrage is upon us. I have no one on my left, and only a few on my right. I will hold.  -- 1stLt. Clifton B. Cates, USMC; in Belleau Wood, 19 July 1918”

We are your best friend, your worst enemy… you decide. 

The Corps is in the gnarled and shaky right hand of 80 years that rises slowly in salute at the playing of the National Anthem; in the old corporal who somehow, despite his years, stands straight and tall at the first notes of the Marine Corps Hymn. There is no smiling, no movement, no recognition of those surrounding. He stands erect in honor to the Corps and his comrades long departed.

Others may have songs, marches, and clap-along music.

Marines have a Hymn. In the end, the very end, we are… on Heaven’s scene.

The Marine Corps is found in the chilling order, Fix Bayonets!

It is in the frantic chatter on the radio as Marines rush to save their brothers.

It is in the baby just born, he and his mother unaware that he has no father, she… no husband.

It is in the constant rehearsing on how to treat a sucking chest wound, lest a young lance corporal fail to save his friends’ lives.

The Corps is in the nation’s cemeteries, large and small where families and friends come to remember, and where those at their feet hope only to hear one thing… “He was a good Marine.”   

The Corps is in each and all of us… ever prepared, ever present to defend with our lives… the life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness of all people who seek and cherish freedom.

We have not regrets, no second thoughts, no what-ifs; we are Marines unto death and that is enough…. more than enough. 

Semper Fidelis.     

Oz: Pulling back the curtain…

My good friend and fellow cynic, TOL, forwarded the below observation on Bob Woodward's recently released new book,  "Obama's Wars", and how it paints the CnC as not only incompetent, but tone deaf and possessed of such a massive ego, that even black holes cannot resist the Obamaforce.

"During an interview with Woodward in July, the president said, 'We can absorb a terrorist attack. We'll do everything we can to prevent it, but even a 9/11, even the biggest attack ever. .. we absorbed it and we are stronger'."

This space has always insisted that this failed "community organizer" is unfit to visit the Oval Office, let alone pretend to be president. Anyone who failed to see that when he first emerged, backed by committed terrorists, revolutionaries, Black liberationist, communists and radical left unions, purposely  ignored the truth. They actually cast their vote under two conditions, the candidate was “black” and “hope and change”.

Woodward's chaotic behind-the-scenes expose only confirms my resolve to recommend that young Americans not enlist in the military during his administration... they will die for a traitor.

I always follow TOL's suggestion... see what you think in his guest post below which I'm printing entirely without his approval and I’m sure he will comment on his own post.

Bob Woodward.

Yeah, I know, cocktail party liberal whose best work was never anybody's "best work."

But if you missed his recent appearance on Charlie Rose, you owe it to yourself to go to the Charlie Rose website and pull up that episode.

In his new book "Obama's Wars," Woodward throws the president under the bus like nobody has ever been thrown under the bus.  The thrust of the book (and the Rose interview) is that the Pentagon and the President are passing each other like speedboats in the night and so far from each other as to barely see the other's running lights.

That probably will not surprise you.  But what might shock you (it sure as hell shocked me) was the obvious degree to which this display of critical mismanagement shocked Bob Woodward.  The same Bob Woodward that we can assume would have gladly butt-licked the President on any of the dozen or so stages at the inaugural balls in January of '09,  was so stunned by the Commander-in-chief's incompetency on all things military that it took an increasingly frustrated Charlie Rose the better part of the hour to extract the full measure of Woodward's apoplexy.  Each time Rose asked a pointed question, Woodward would try to put the chaos into some sort of perspective.....and then usually failed.

Everything from why the Pentagon refused to give the President any of the Afghanistan options he demanded OTHER THAN a 40,000-man troop surge to Obama's obvious petulant irritation at having to be a "war-time" president.to Gates' prior quote that it would be a "disaster" if Tom Donilon succeeded Jim Jones as National Security Advisor, as was announced last week.  A horrified Woodward described it all, but then went deer-into-the-headlights when attempting to find a rationale -- ANY rationale -- by which to explain it.

Finally, however, Woodward did manage to articulate the sum of all his fears.  He sees the world in general and this country in particular at a crossroads unlike anything we've faced in the past.  And the manner in which we are fumbling the ball apparently fills him with an impending sense of doom.  So much so that when asked by a friend if he saw his roll and that of the book as "a whistle blower," Woodward replied that, yes, he saw it just that way.

Straight out of the online pages of Leatherneck M31.

Except we heard it from Woodward.

BOB Woodward.