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The Eagle and The Falcon

Both are birds of prey.

Both sit atop the chasm.

The Eagle, perhaps, is a bit more reserved in some manners.

Benjamin Franklin called it a buzzard.

From the perspective of this Falcon, sitting on the precipice, I sometimes wonder if he was correct.

I’m not a provocateur, nor an advocate of any such acts; I reference, of course, the burning of the Koran.

I’d be upset if someone were burning the bible.

I AM upset when someone tramples my flag (or worse, burns it).

The photo that I immediately see when the news of the “potential”, “good” book burning hits the air are a bunch of sandal-footed Mohammedans trampling on my country’s flag.

Here’s the straight skinny; I’m not a provocateur, and I do not go looking for fights.

That said, I’ve never backed down from one either.

While the Eagle may sit, steely-eyed and resolved (like a turkey buzzard over the lion’s kill), a Falcon will pounce when it is hungry, or when it or its progeny is threatened.

I consider 9-11 just such a threat, and I consider trampling on my flag (or burning it) a simple act of provocation.

I’ve watched our flag burned by hippies, yippies, panthers, and weather underground.

While an eagle may sit on its laurels, quivers and arrows, a falcon will only take so much guff.

My message to the world is simple; you want to start a conflagration, just mess with this Scots-Irish Son-of-a-Bitch from the South.

We are tired of taking guff from the world, and the time for words is running out quick.

Some of us are not turkey buzzards, and we have not forgotten our basic instinct.

A few individual hearts are still sovereign, and in control of their destiny (God-willing, of course).

I’m not an advocate of burning books or of provoking wrath – but then, so say the perpetrators of 9-11 (it was a political statement, after all).  So is the building of a Mosque at ground zero.

If the burning of this Koran leads to drawing out the enemy, then I say – whatever bait we need to get these bastards, let’s use it.

When you are hunting, there are two basic instincts that are always at play – courtship, and fighting.

When you are calling in a turkey, you will either emulate a hen, or another Tom (generally, the latter).

The Tom you pursue (versus the one you emulate) will either be motivated by his instinct for pro-creation, or his instinct to fight to protect his flock (and thus maintain his position as prince of his harem).

This fooling around with this bunch of terrorists (and their “imagined” harem of virgins in heaven) has gone on long enough.

How does the burning of a book compare with the burning of 3,000 souls in the World Trade Center?

Or the building of this mosque?

The falcon watches from on high; scratch that turkey call, and watch that turkey strut (you smarmy turkey-buzzards, you).

One-Sixteenth, of an inch

I am a proud, Freemason.

I am the Master of my Lodge, for this year, Year of Our Lord, 2010.

Each and every time I attend our stated meetings, since my induction into our humble Lodge (Prudentia, No. 719 – fifteen LONG years ago), I have pledged allegiance to our Nation (One, Under God).

And each time I recite my pledge, I take special note (and privilege) of one, one very special, sixteenth-of-an-inch.

Freemasonry (and its perfection, it is said) can only be attained through degrees.

I have always taken special note, and pride, of a singular, sixteenth-of-an-inch.

The flag to which we pledge, the stars and stripes of our humble Nation, hangs opposite the Christian flag in our Lodge. It hangs singular against a pole, and is “furled” straight to ward the ground below.

Its seven, red- and six, white- stripes, and fifty-white stars in constellation set upon a blue (not the dark of night, nor the light of day, but the dawn of day-break or the dusk, of evening-tide) background all hold special, historic and  dear significance to each of us who know its history (and more-especially, have not forgotten).

It is mounted to a pole, and hangs -regally straight- a full, one sixteenth of an inch from Mother Earth at the tip of her terminal corner.

Each and ever time I recite my pledge to my Nation (at least once per month), I take special note of that one, singular, sixteenth-of-an-inch.

I have been a Freemason for going on, some odd, fifteen years (or there-about).

I have pledged to that flag, once-per-month at each and every of our stated meetings (save for a couple of Presidential elections that have taken precedence for me over our stated, Tuesday-night meetings).

I have been regular in my attendance, and regular in my pledge to my Nation.

I have also taken regular note of that sixteenth-of-an-inch.

I would stop the world of Freemasonry were that flag ever to contact Mother Earth.

She hangs there, for some fifteen years that I have observed, and none (not one) of her fibers have ever loosened so as to allow her grace to commingle with the earthen filth.

Each time I take upon myself my pledge, I take note of that scant distance between her grace, and the filth of the ground.

I am reminded of that which separates both heaven, and earth.

It is a small chasm that separates her; but it is an eternal distance for the vigilant who in heart know of that which awaits the steadfast !

Our Nation, today, stands in that crux…that scant distance that separates grace, from ruin.

I believe, with all my heart, that with this same concept of equal regularity, that this distance does not have to “change”.

You know, change can have negative connotation (especially in context of our flag’s proximity to the ground, and the profundity this entails for a metaphor for the whole).

I believe that this is borne out in current event.

It is up to us, as stalwarts of our precepts, our guiding principles, and our mortal (and immortal) integrity, to stand guard against her grace being dragged through this pit of mire, and of mud.

It is my prayer that November will make all the difference in world, for all the World.

Grace, is a funny thing.

You will find it in the most, odd, of places.

China has shown us grace today.

They have shown us that they still have confidence in us, in spite of a lack of confidence that we have in ourselves (and most-especially, our current “leadership”).

The Union of Soviet Socialists have offered a gift of olive leaf in the form of a spy “exchange” (still not certain that the offer is full of salty savor, but it is a nice gesture, none-the-less, even when Bill Clinton’s arse hangs in that delicate balance).

From these two “world powers”, I believe there is immense significance for today’s events.

Perhaps only one-sixteenth-of-an-inch in worth, but oh what that meager distance can mean.

The world wishes to survive this massive and horrendous financial failure that has taken place due to what I believe is a lack of diligence in keeping a steadfast eye on that meager sixteenth.

It is only that sixteenth that separates us from the dyed-in-the-wool socialist.

It is “high” time for us to work together with this world to unite against a common enemy – that of world-wide financial depression.

The knee-jerk reaction to the onslaught of financial depression is far-too-often today that of continued strife and horrendously burdensome taxation, and of bloodshed, and of War (turn an eye to Europe for reference).

We can avert that fate!

It is time to come to terms with this world-wide depression, and face it with the economic  precepts that have brought down a wall, and turned China into a financial power-house.

It is time to embrace the concept of capital., yet again.

We must abandon the radical hippie and His mind-set.

We must deal with the world through sound financial concepts (capitalist concepts) that have not only made our Nation great (in the not-so-recent past (Reagan, Bush and Bush), and in a 200-year track record preceding them), but has also born first fruit to the formerly, socialist world (that of China, and in part, the Soviets).

We must demonstrate to the world our confidence not only in our own tried-and-true capitalist philosophy, but also to those that have been borne out in both Russia and in China are maintained.

We must embrace that sixteenth-of-an-inch. We must be vigilant in maintaining it with exacting regularity, and we must demonstrate that we are “in” for the long haul.

We must also make one helluva severe “change” come this November.

The Preicipii calls upon this Nation to commit to a change that will bring us “back to the future”; we must abandon our recent divergence from our tried, and true principles, and re-embrace those to which China now expects us to maintain proper deference, both for their livelihood, and for that of the World-at-large.

It is incumbent, imperative really, that we maintain our vigilance in keeping those fibers of Red, White and Blue from ever reaching that chasm of muck and mire that our Mother Earth represents, along with the Utopian, Socialist lovers of the earthly realm .

Come November, we must see POSITIVE change (for a change).

May the Republican party, in a glory that is manifest in our great symbol of Freedom, in our Nation’s flag…may it once again place that flag in its position of both authority, and of sound, ethical and solid, capitalist ideology, and maintained ever-vigilant in that razor’s edge, one-sixteenth-of-an-inch.

I believe that the World must stop and ensure that this meager, singular, one-sixteenth-of-an-inch be forever and a day, maintained.

And I believe that We the People will only achieve that through the grace of our Lord, and through our incipient knack for eternally maintaining that one-sixteenth that separates us from utter chaos, annihilation, and ruin – in short, Obamanation.

Come November, vote Republican, and VOTE OFTEN !

A “wrap-up” on the week’s wrap-ups that is “all wrapped-up” (just, not too tight, please!)

Ever felt a bit “constrained” ?

How Ironic...she appears to be "in bondage", and America is...in "Obama-bond"

How Ironic...she appears to be "in bondage", and America is...in "Obama-bond"

I know that I do.

I know I said I’d not get personal in this column, but the fact is, this is an opinion-based blog.  Its mission as a rag is to be driven to (vainly) be humorous, at times, but always to be driven to try and be published in a manner that displays at least “something” about the most significant news story(or stories) of the past week.

Now, this is NOT my day job, and in no way pays my bills.  Now that I’m working long, long hours, I basically only have the weekends to “opine”.

So, the column is taking a new “flave” for a bit…”wrap-ups” (and what a week to begin them, huh?  ref the pic above, hee, hee).


Enough already about “wrap-ups” (beginning to make me feel like some people are wrapped just a little too tight).

But, what an irony, huh?

Our Commander-in-Thief is constraining us with health care, robbing us of our inherited wealth (and then re-distributing it to people who should inherit only the, let’s see, how does it go?  “inherit the wind, but reap the whirlwind” ??? – remember “God moves in a wind storm”, and this is how both Noah and Moses remembered the “harkening” of His divine presence…but, that’s another story, ENTIRELY), and generally “mucking things up”.

And now we have to be jap-slapped with this hoo-ha about “America (sic, WOMEN) being constrained”.


Let’s see, what about these people where “constraints” are concerned?

What is it, that quote, you know the one…concerns “doom” (and who is doomed when they forget (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, ψ)).

So, “what of it“, you might ask?

Well, “let me tell ya” (it is, as I’ve so many times stated, an opinion column, after-all) –

when people forget what happens when humans begin yielding to their nasty, human nature, baaaaaad thangs start to happen, that’s what!

Real bad.

Real, real bad.

For the first time, I think, Madame Pelosi’s sense and sensibility is beginning to serve her (it remains to be seen whether she will demonstrate some personal responsibility).

But the point is, she is beginning to sense that the world is becoming an extremely “constrained” place (as IF, EVERYONE…did not already perceive that tid-bit – the internet is, after all, making it a smaller and smaller place (let’s all get “small”, eh, Steve-a-reeno“?).

Well, I guess I should say, everyone, who remembers history (and histoi in the making).

The most disturbing thing, for me, about the vid of the Madame, is not her tears (of/for fear? yuck, yuck), but rather, that one, singularly-“prickly”,  statement … “the ears that it is falling on…are not as balanced“as those making the statements”.

Now who, on earth, could she be referring to? Not as balanced?

Well, I guess balanced is, as balanced do.

The Seeds of Discontent

Ever watch dandelion seeds?

Come on.

Every kid knows what it is like to pick up that white, globular, feathery lollipop on stick and send its seeds (much to the discontent of every lawn meister) scattering throughout creation to as far as the four winds will carry them.

Give it a week or so, and the yellow sentinels begin to multiply like rabbits, along with my blood pressure. They take over the whole neighborhood (if you let them).

Last week, we witnessed what the media and the left are branding as “kooks” get all upset over socialized health care at all these town hall meetings.

Shirts were torn, dignity flew out the window, and all respect for freedom was as shredded as that poor man’s shirt we saw so much of in the press last week.

Normally, I do not take part in civil discourse (of the assembling variety).

The sixties and seventies pretty much turned me off to that.

I hate protesters, loathe protesting, and generally can not stand for the “sit-in” crowd – so I avoid it like the plague that I believe it is.

This week, I feel so motivated and will change that attitude.

I did not participate in the tea parties.

I did not get “up in arms” at the townhall meetings these government officials were holding to measure the pulse of their constituency over socialized health care (as if they had no clue as to what was coming from the polls and conventional wisdom).

I guess they only listen to the polls they choose to listen to.

Well this week, in my little community, there is a sinister, big, bad government that is ready to countermand our State-level regulation that states that we have the right (responsibility, I believe) to carry hand guns (concealed, of course) in our parks (I wonder how many joggers would have been raped in central park were those magnificent New Yorkers and all their vain-glorious laws and rules and regulations able to carry pistolios in their parks?).

When my Grandpa was still living, he revealed something to me that I think no one else knew about him.

On the outside, he appeared the consummate Republican, but behind the scenes was a slightly different story.

He never gave (I don’t think) a red cent to the party.

He told me “the only thing worth contributing to is the NRA.  It is the only thing standing between you, and big government, and even bigger politicians”.

Now, more than ever, I agree with old Grandad.

He had it just about right.

When people get attacked for speaking their hearts, liberty dies.

The politicians are now completely unregulated.  They are running amok, forcing their policies, bright ideas (and the taxation that pays for them) down our gullets.

And so now,  I feel so motivated.

I’ll go to our townhall meeting and I’ll tell those fat-assed, cigar-chomping politicians what I think about them taking away now even our right to protect ourselves in this “so-called” free society.

I’ll tell them what I think about their policies and their procedures and their “due” process (and maybe something about their lousy opinion polls too).

I’ll tell them that they are trying to get away with rape, and with murder (of the worst order), and they wish to take away our guns to ensure that they get away with this menace they represent.

I’ll also tell them that now that I’m a man, I don’t pick up the dandelion seeds and scatter them any more.  Now, I grip them in my fist and throw them in the garbage in my house where they belong.

Landfills would look much better covered in dandelions.

Oh, and did I mention that my lawn is nothing but green, green grass?

That is what happens when you tend to things reckless, radical, deviant and prolific.

Let them get out of control, and they take over everything.

Now there is a place for the little yellow monsters, and I believe they are well-suited to grow in the garbage dump – BUT NOT IN MY BACKYARD !!!

There MUST be something there to protect the individual, and our right to keep and bear arms provides that avenue to the responsible and to the true lovers of freedom, liberty and democracy.

So this week, I will exercise my right to assembly.

I will exercise my right to be heard by my city officials, and the right that guarantees this by backing up my words with unabashed and carnivorous pearly white incisors (or shiny copper jackets, take your pick).

Thank you, Grandad.

Thank you for always standing for what you believed, and instilling that wisdom and courage in me.

And now, on to the next phase of the “Obama-lution”.

May the peace of God be with us as we seek to eradicate the seeds of this vile, soul-less and statist revolution that so defines these scumbag, hippie-pigs from the left.

Unlike Hitler’s Brownshirts and gestapo, you are NOT going to get away with murder in America’s heartland.

Not in the green, green grass of my peaceful little town, anyway (and it’s peaceful because everyone knows that we will take care of business with guns we’ve held in our hands since we were each and all five years of age!).

A Talley of Current Events

Well, just to make certain no one has missed any of the recent news – here’s a re-cap (of course, WITH commentary) –

North Korea-

The Missiles of July

N.Korean missiles fly.  I believe I remember there were 30 launches on July 4 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5).  Did you hear about it on CBS?  Where is Dan Rather and that “most trusted man in America” Cronkite when you need them most?

Probably at a cricket match patting one another on the back about the brilliant manchurian they helped elect.  Ho hum.


More Missiles of July

And…what about our Vice President’s remarks about Israel?

Turn them loose on the Iranians?

You decide.

But here’s a piece you’d better place into your heart before you base your decisions on all the spectacular reporting that takes place with ABC, CBS and NBC – yes, Beaver, the Israelis do have nuclear submarines (1, 2, 3, 4).

The “Missed” Missiles of July

Another Country, Heard From

And so, what is America’s response?

Let’s lay down our swords and surrender (1, 2, 3, 4).

I’m not too certain I am altogether comfortable with this whole, “good cop, bad cop” routine that the headline, political “rat pack” of Biden, Obama, Emmanuel and Gibbs are putting forth on the world-wide political stage (or is this stage more meant for comedy, or perhaps comedy-relief in the face of such all-pervasive tragedy?).

Again, you must be the judge of what is happening, but from this country boy’s perspective, it just don’t seem all that grand.

I’m very concerned when I see an ally such as Israel caught up in this sort of rank and sophmoric brand of manipulation.

Where I come from, a man is not respected unless he fights his own fights.  He doesn’t put it off on another of his buddies, doesn’t call in the calvary, he’s “squares off” against his adversary.

No one in the mountains respects a man who looks for his big brother (or little brother) to fight his fights for him.

He respects a man who will look eyeball-to-eyeball with his enemy, and then spit in his eye.

But, I’ll give the comedy duo of BO and JB this much, maybe this change of theirs will turn out a bit different than their schemes might have provided for.  Maybe the world will recognize that not all in America are manipulators.  That there are some left who do business the old-fashioned way. Just may be.

One can only hope (1, 2, 3, 4).

True Torture


[here’s another good “read” on the subject, or a slight tangent, here]

When I was in College in my Senior year, I had one political science requirement to fulfill before graduating.

Back then, we all waited in tremendous lines with these “cheat” books that contained codes for the myriad of classes offered at the University at that time.

It’s a whole “nuther” story, as the saying goes, but I wish I had one of those books today to visit what courses were offered at the time: it seems I remember so many in the code book that there had to be some covering the sex life of some nefarious creature like a snipe or something – it always felt as if we were on a snipe hunt, trying to
find a class to take.

So here I am, code book in hand, with all the potential courses circled that would meet my requirement.

We’d normally have to stand in line several times to complete our roster of classes for the quarter. What would really tick you off is to find that a professor had dropped a class on the first day of classes – then it would be “back to the end of the line yet again”.

Frustrations were high, needless to say.

I get to the computer and find an opening in one titled “Contemporary Issues in American Public Policy”.

Now, to date myself, these are the 1980’s, mind you.

“Fine Young Cannibals”, “Modern English”, and “Dexys Midnight Runners” were the new sounds on the radio-diddio, and we were just behind the curve on the e-generation that was about to “hatch”.

But the paper-driven, computer guru-gods and god-ettes would smile on me this day (so I thought) – I seem to have hit the jack-pot with this class (well, more like “hit the

So I get to the class the first day and find out that this is one EVERYONE (whoever EVERYONE is) wants this class. The good Professor and his lectures are highly coveted.

Turns out, the entire quarter would be devoted to the history of the Viet Nam war.

Now, again, let me re-iterate.

The title of the course was Contemorary Issues in American Public Policy and it was the 1980’s.

The 1980’s.

Again, for the benefit of those of my readers edumacated in the public
school systems, the Viet Nam war ended in the 70’s.

I graduated (college) in 1987.

The war seemed a distant memory at this point (some twelve years or more was
already behind us – I had moved on).

Contemporary for me was the issue of the nuns killed by Sandinistas in
Central America, the dismantling of the Iron Curtain and Perestroika, or a new
concept in warfare known as a missile shield, popularly called “Reagan’s Star

But it was a public school, and a university, so I suppose that contemporary
for them is always twenty years behind.

At any rate, I did get to meet a lot of people who were actively involved in
the war.

From street protesters to soldiers, I heard many perspectives.

One that stood out among all was a spook.

Now, due to the time that has passed, I have forgotten spook’s name, so for
the purpose of this article, let’s just call him “Juke” (as in “Juke the

Now again, for those of you from public schools, a spook is a term used most
often to describe spies, assassins (snipers) and special forces. To some, they
are known as “snake eaters”; the WW II generation probably called them

They are a special class, by any soldier’s standards.

In later life, I met another one who served in Viet Nam as well. He told me
that his commanding officer basically told him to essentially go AWOL, live in
the jungle, and kill as many of the enemy as possible. Check back from time to
time with a body count.

They were hard core, needless to say.

Now Juke the Spook, in the story he relates, was actually serving under what
is still a nefarious operation known as the Phoenix Program (1, 2, 3).

He was a sniper, and he killed enemy officers, and South Vietnamese who
collaborated with the Viet Kong.

Torture Defined, by Juke

(WARNING: graphic content

Juke related to us his first kill.

He begins by telling us of a young girl, probably a teenager, who was
repeatedly raped by our predecessors in the war in Indochina, the French.

She was passed around like a rag-doll and I suppose many of the soldiers had
a turn with her.

Needless to say, this affected her psyche in abnormal and extreme fashion
that would prove of great use to our enemy, down the line.

Now, growing up, I had heard all about enemy torture. Brainwashing (PSYOPS)
was a huge topic for a young boy growing up during that war, and we all had a
certain fear of returning soldiers (what had the enemy done to them?).

We all heard the storys of bamboo shoots being shoved up their toe-and
finger- nail beds, of burning flesh, and the monotonous drip, drip, dripping of
water torture (a single drop, between the eyes, perpetual, for

Horrible sounding.

But what Juke related was even worse.

Now it is torture, in itself, to repeatedly rape someone. It would seem
iteration is often a central theme in the use of torture.

But it turned her into a monster.

Juke said that soldiers guarding the perimeter of a certain jungle camp would be taken prisoner in the dead of night.

Somewhere in the jungle, near the base camp, the torture would begin.

This raped, rag-doll marionette for the Cong would have the prisoner hog-tied to a table. Her torture would then begin.

She would take a razor blade and begin at their toes, splitting the skin and peeling it back.

Little by little, she would peel the skin back all the way up their legs,their torso, all the way to their necks.

Of course, they would scream in agony, which was the PSYOPS portion of the operation; the screaming would be heard by the soldiers in the base camp.

I don’t know how many victims she claimed, but Juke was given the task of assassinating her.

He claimed he had no problem with this job.  I imagined that I would not either.

I don’t know anyone who would. Much agony, both in her mind and spirit, and for the poor prisoners that were her victims, would be put to an end with her death.

Now, I don’t know about you, but to sit and watch your body stripped of its skin, and to die in agony (probably of infection) the whole while watching nothing but meat and muscle writhe below – I don’t know, but to me, water-boarding seems a pic-nic in comparison.

This is real torture.

It is confirmed by those in the Hanoi Hilton (John McCain included) that arms would be tied at the wrists behind backs, and bamboo poles placed in the crook of the elbows would be used to lift the soldier, then drop him within inches of the floor before jerking back on the rig – thus pulling the victim’s shoulders from their sockets.

I’ve had a dislocated shoulder. I can tell you that this is “passing out”pain.

Even this, pales to having one’s skin removed.

Pain at least tells you that you are still alive.

Seeing that all your skin is gone and that you look like one of those”Grey’s Anatomy” anatomical man figurine models we put together as kids in the60’s – you know for certain that not only are these your last and final days, but that those final hours and hours and hours would be spent in the most horrific agony.

So yes, my personal opinion is, this sets the low mark for what DEFINES torture.

It (torture) takes many forms, but this is one of the most cruel stories that I have ever heard.

The Club Gitmo Variant

Well, the terrorist held at Gitmo are in a resort by comparison. Their “torture” does not even come close to this kind of agony.

To be dunked in water, forced to believe that you will be drowned (and yet never drowned) – you’d think a torture “victim” would learn…I suppose there is the possiblity that the “torturers” might not revive you after getting a lung-dose of water, but after having been “drowned” so many times and revived, it seems reasonable to assume the torture isn’t killing you.

In fact, it could be equated to standing in lines at the university to signup for classes that have been mis-represented as contemporary when in fact the subject matter is 20-years old; it is just like a Democrat who mis-represents anything remotely resembling the truth.

For example, “I have no interest in socialism” comes the cry from our current “powers that be” – and yet all around all we see of their policy is pure and simple, unadulterated and perfect, socialism.

It brings into question, actually, whether anything in the class could bebelieved.

For example, after relating the story of the “victim” who was raped by the French and then as a result becoming a flesh-eating psychopath, “Juke” goes onto tell us that his last “kill order” was for a village fisherman who he personally knew was no collaborator with the Viet Kong.

Now, there are a lot of red flags and question marks that crop up in hisstories.

He said he layed down his sniper rifle and refused to kill the fisherman.

It is almost poetry, isn’t it?

The war begins noble.

He’s killing insane people who are hurting others.

Then, as a matter of conscious, he refuses a direct order to kill what he says he believes is an innocent.

En masse, the war begins as a noble effort.

To hear a hippie paint it, in the end, we (America) was “in the wrong” -killing innocent fishermen (let’s see now – wasn’t it Christ who was also a fisherman).

Like I said, the story is poetry, and it sounds propagandist.

But here is what we do know.

John McCain and his fellow prisoners were most assuredly tortured at the Hanoi Hilton.

What they endured was definitely worse than what the terrorists at Gitmo have endured.

For me, that should be the end of the story.

But apparently, in all his glory and wisdom, it does not end there for B.O.

He’s gonna have to “bring out the pictures” of torture in Gitmo.

Well, personally, I can’t get the picture of the skinless fellow on a table in the jungle out of my head – or the teenaged rape victim.


Sheesh…that seems like something we used to do to Puney Maroni up in the creek on Saturday afternoons to get him to tell us where he hid the candy.

I wonder what kind of “spin” B.O. and his propagandists will put on this one once all of these photos he’s so fond of get released?

I don’t know about you, but I’m beginning to feel tortured by B.O. and his minion of morons.

How ’bout you?

Gun Control, Hate Groups, and War Strategy

Amendment II

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

The United States Bill of Rights, offered in response to criticisms that the US Constitution alone would allow for a strong, centralized government like the one they had just won independence from in England (a King).

It would seem that the big topics of conversation today are gun control, hate groups, and from my own perspective (what should be discussed) – war strategy (for in light of all this “static” on domestic issues, we are still at war as evidenced by the extraction of the good Captain over the Easter weekend).

The interesting thing about gun control is who actually benefits from it in our country?

Now, I am a HUGE supporter of gun rights.

I believe that the constitution has been perverted by a bunch of weak-sister ninnies who see a problem, but do recognize the obvious solution.

Consider a one, Judge Roy Bean.

He dispensed justice with a firm hand in a wild, and otherwise, law-less, West.

Did he take away guns.  Hell no.  Did he prosecute to the fullest extent of the law those using their guns in an unlawful fashion.  You betcha!

Do we do that in D.C. today.  Ahem.  Well…do we?

The answer is obvious.

Our courts favor criminals.

So on C-SPAN this morning they are debating this article concerning a claim that 90% of the guns in Mexico are of American (U.S.) origin.

Well, that’s not exactly true.  The study ONLY focused on those guns in Mexico (thank you, C-SPAN) that came from the U.S. (and completely ignored the FULLY-AUTOMATIC weaponry that came from say, Russia, or from Daniel Ortega).

Basically, it was nothing more than propaganda “brandished” by the left to try and institute stronger gun control laws in the U.S.

At what point do we begin to ask ourselves “why believe ANYTHING that the left states” ?  It would seem that all they know how to do is mischaracterize and blatantly, out-and-out, lie.

Case in point.

An article this morning in the Washington Times illustrates this assertion by pointing out that our department of Homeland Security is now more interested in “right-wing hate groups” than the Al Quaida sleeper cells, the home-grown jihadist terrorists that are making and distributing videos slamming us, or the damned pirates that are holding somewhere between 268 and 600 hostages (the reports are all over the place).

So let’s consider our own, domestic “right-wing” hate groups.

Since the first gulf war…ah, to hell with that…since we first began seeing American flags burning on our T.V. sets…and this is EXTREMELY important here…how many people of Muslim extraction have we seen targeted and persecuted in America by this tremendous threat of “right-wing hate groups”?


Maybe you can’t remember that far back.

How many Somali-Americans have been dragged behind a vehicle since the whole piracy business has cropped up?  How many since the good Captain, Richard Phillips was taken hostage (now that’s as recent as this past Sunday)?

How many?

And we are going to focus hard-earned tax dollars on eradicating this tremendous problem of right-wing hate groups?

Give me a break.

Rather than hearing what are our policies toward (seemingly) benign groups, why do we not focus more money and attention on, I don’t know, let’s say the damned pirates holding all those hostages.

Or here’s one.  How about Iran’s nukes?

Or even better, how about the war we are currently fighting in Afghanistan?

Let’s look at what happens when we spend so much time debating gun control in the U.S.

M-13, that RABID terrorist outfit (I define the gangs that roam the streets of America as terrorists – anyone who instills terror in the hearts of law-abiding Americans, is a terrorist) are smuggling drugs (and fully-automatic weapons from the Sandinistas, Cubans, Russians and Chinese) across our borders to do harm to average Americans.

We are debating taking away guns, or restricting their use (in complete contradiction to our Constitution) and they are winning the war.

In essence, everything in this matter works together.

A stong, centralized Federal government begins to control the individual American by stripping him (or her) of their rights.

They take away the guns, and we can’t defend our homes.

They let the gangs come in, and the gangs get our children hooked on drugs.

They take over the banks and issue loans to the very people who are running the whores, guns and drugs and they buy multi-million-dollar homes (that they never pay mortgages on) and listen to rap music all day.

Evil is in collusion across the board.

There is a strategy that is taking place, but the strategy is doing nothing…NOTHING to curb terror.  It is providing a petri dish that will allow the virus to flourish.

It is the worst form of biological weapon.  Growing the terrorist while REGULATING the U.S. populus.

They take away our rights, our guns and our money and (try) and leave us penniless and powerless.

Oh yes.  There is a strategy, but it just ain’t helping you and me.

So what could be their thinking?

Goats on a stake

Could it be that what they are really after is sacrificing we law-abiding Americans?

After all, we do not seem to be as “worthy” as all those Europeans that B.O. is now kowtowing to.

God knows any number of them do not have gun control laws, as they’ve all confiscated all the guns.  No need for the laws.  Problem solved.  (And their people all march in lock-step bowing to Kings and dictators).

Do the men who forged the American West, (the men who Judge Bean sometimes had to “regulate” through an application of order (note “order” rather than law – sometimes we focus far too much on the law rather than the intended result – order); do they, those free men who forged the West, do they bow to Kings and Sheiks?

I think not.

They were tough, and they were independent.

They sometimes forgot how important order can be (wholly left to their own devices, total anarchy reigns – shooting up saloons and whores and all) – but with a gentle application of the law (such as Judge Bean’s), they became more choir boys (choirboys with pistolis).

At any rate, I believe that all these issues converge on this day.

We control the guns, we control freedom.

We control freedom, and we are totalitarian statists.

Is it any wonder B.O. is so cozey with Fidel, Ortega and Chavez or that Putin and Medvedev are now calling him “comrade”.

Shall we break into chorus of “Bye, bye Miss American Pie”?  We may have lost our innocence during Viet Nam, but we now are in danger of losing our soul.

The Role of a POW

Whether it is “officially” true or not, I have not researched, but I’ve always been of the impression that the role of a prisoner of war is to “harass the enemy” (1, 2, 3, 4).

Right now we have an example of extreme bravery in the Captain of this pirated ship, and the most extreme form of cowardice from our leadership.

This boat is surrounded by our Naval forces.  You KNOW they have any number of .50 caliber machine guns trained on this ship.

The Captain makes an escape attempt, and the Navy does not open fire on the boat?

What the hell are they negotiating?  It sure as hell does not appear that it is for the Captain’s life.

But I do not blame our soldiers.  I blame their commander.  Specifically, their Commander-in-Chief.

Had any rational individual been “leading” this effort, they’d have (at the very least) “scuttled” that lifeboat.

I’d have already had frogmen underneath it wiring up a charge to sink it.

Once the Captain hit the waters to escape, I’d have given the bastards something else to think about, like their sinking boat.

This reminds me of Carter’s rescue attempt way back so long ago to rescue our hostages in Iran (you remember, when the helicopter with that brave force of, what was it, eight men – the chopper crashed in the desert before the “mission” could ever get in full swing) .

That was a fiasco as well.

What this boils down to is basically the leadership skills of a ninny.

In fact, it is a misnomer to define it as leadership at all.  It more resembles sabotage.

And this is the same man who is taking over half of our banks, the automotive industry (and God knows what else), firing their executives and I am certain putting men in control of these banks and industries who are every bit as competent a leader as is he.

This is travesty!

You had your chance, and you missed it.

You fell back on your ways of negotiating with your enemies.  You can not negotiate an enemy army to stop their onslaught.  You can’t “hustle” your way out of it.

Think of this.  If you had a bank full of hostages and the hostages all escaped, don’t you think the SWAT team would rush the bank and take out the bad guys?

The problem in this is, B.O. doesn’t recognize that there are “bad guys” in this world.  He thinks he could “turn the heart” of even Charles Manson.

Well, there is no doubt in my mind that Manson defines crazed evil, and I believe that these pirates down Somalia way are really just the profit center, if you will, for the terrorists.

So we see, precisely, just how committed our President is to fighting our enemy.

When you lose an opportunity in this game, you may very well have lost the entire country.

We can not afford more lost opportunities.

I’m sure the good Captain on the boat feels pretty much just like the rest of America.  Why try if your “friends” are going to do absolutely nothing to help you?

For me, this defines our President.

We will do everything we can to “right” a situation (like a hostage stand off, or the righting of the mega-ship that is our economy), and he will do nothing to help us.

He will simply stand there with his thumb up his backside while the enemy recaptures us, or he fills our most noble corporate enterprises with what I am sure are even more tax-evading scum-bags, placing them like puppets as their new CEO’s.

There can be no doubt in my mind that this poor Captain represents (and I hate doing this at his expense), but he represents a metaphor for us all.  We are all held in captivity, but it is the captivity of incompetent and corrupt leadership, and an enemy who not only recognizes this, but will, just like sharks, follow the blood trail in the water.

“Failure” Analysis

One last observation about this morning’s N. Korean missile launch.

In watching C-SPAN over b’fast, I caught a one, Victor Cha (analyst from the Bush admin., Senior fellow at Stanford) discussing the launch, I happened to think about some days I spent on a gun range (he has some brilliant insight, by the way).

I met many men honing their shooting skills, but there was one fascinating story I heard from several people there about law enforcement personnel who would hone their skills at shooting “less than perfect”.

They did so to bolster their own defenses in our legal system.  It is so perverted that if they have a record of shooting close to 100% and then hit a criminal in the heart, they are held liable in our courst systems (for if you are such a good shot, why did you not hit the fleeing man in the knee, in spite of the fully-automatic weapon he is carrying).

Well, if you only score 70% on your shooting trials, your defense is simple.

“I was aiming for his knee, but I hit his heart”.

An enemy could use such obfuscation so that his adversary would under-estimate his accuracy and strength.

In so doing, an attacking enemy would over-whelmed by a force he had not anticipated.

While this is not necessarily the case where N. Korea is concerned, a good general always considers every scenario.

While officially it is called a “failure”, I think the launch achieves one thing – it brings America’s leadership out into the open.

When we did not respond with the use of our missile shield, what message is that sending?

I suppose, the same.

It can be good never to give up your position (don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes).

At any rate, ambling I know, but just wanted to throw it out there.

The Camaraderie of Dreams

You know dreams are a double-edged sword.

Flowing in one direction, the sword cuts a swathe out to the front in a gallant acts of bravery; in the other, it results only in suicide.

One must therefore use extreme care in the art of sword-wielding.

In the West we have “fictionalized and glamorized” what we perceived as a “sacrificial” rite of that nation of the “divine wind” – that of “hara kiri” (Hollywood gets it wrong on all counts (as usual), pronouncing it “hair-ee cair-ee” and touting it as something practiced by warriors who failed in their missions, rather than the truth that it was something bound for disgraced politicians).

I awoke this Sunday morning thinking about the death of dreams.

I’ve never had much use for dreamers and dreaming myself.  Oh, sure, I have some – but I’ve always tried to stay grounded in reality.

For instance, right now I am dreaming of what to do about this hunger in my belly.

Now, quick as I finish this article, that dream is going to become actualized.

I’ll cook breakfast, and fill my aching gut (like it needs any ‘filling’).

There is a lesson in that.  Over-feed a dream, and it turns to fat.

That’s why, for me anyway, it is so important to live not in what might be, but in “what is”.

Back to that sword analogy, when you are waving it out in front of you, it can clear a path for you on the open battlefield, but when you consider the case of Leonidas at Thermopylae where he faced an enemy legion at a bottle-neck that lie between a steep cliff and the sea (literally between a rock and a hard, place), it takes on a different connotation.

The fallen enemy stacked like cord wood and blocked any hope of forward advancement.

Such is life when you have narrowed your options, or applied local “rules” to the entire universe (they don’t always apply in every situation).

But he did achieve the objectives of stalling the enemy, as well as thinning the legion.  He also actualized his own demise (and given that he knew this, he also knew it would be his end).

Could one then call this a “proper” suicide?

The Japanese leaders who committed it, did so in disgrace.

Leonidas dies in a pitched battle to protect his own.

Both are equally dead, and both had “knowledge and afore-thought” to venture into legalese.

Did you know that in our legal system, it is considered homicide because one who commits it is “murdering oneself”.  Plug that scenario into a detective show.  I can see it now…”what was his motive”, “well hollyweird officer, it looks like he wanted to kill himself”.

This truly a dark subject for such a beautiful morning.

You know, the Japanese fought under the banner of the rising sun.  I took note this morning of a lovely sunrise over the hills of my home.

Rather than get all poetic about everything, I think I’ll just go make that breakfast I’ve been dreaming about.  I’ll do like the bible says, live in the moment, and trust that the meals will come again, just as that sunrise.

Of course, it is hard to forget that there is another dreamer who also wields a sword; an ambitious dreamer who only this morning took a swipe at that rising sun.

And now the response is to rely on Ronald Reagan’s “dream” (a vision, really – based on insight and preparedness – not on poetry).

To quote my childhood hero, Bugs Bunny, “Ain’t it ironic”.

So, you see, I’ve never really been too awfully cozey with dreams and dreamers.

I guess it is ok to dream, but my belly is telling me to get off my arse and actualize this one over a hot stove and the reward that comes from the effort.

Here’s to dreaming, California (how do you like your peace now, hippies?).