Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Liberal Betty The Blogger

Betty Rain

My friend Betty Rain, a terrific blogger (and formerly  a reasonable Liberal Democrat), refuses to listen to alternative views. That's usually not good. I've sensed that she has steadily been moving further to the left since President Obama became the King. Don't be concerned. That will be my last jab. 

I'm not going to discuss Mr. Obama right now. There is enough negative press covering his leadership. I'm concerned at this moment only with the apparent closure of an extremely bright mind. My friend Betty.

America is quickly becoming the most radical liberal nation Americans have experienced since F.D.R.  If the trend continues, the America ingeniously crafted by the founding fathers, will be no more. 

Within the blink of an eye our personable leader becomes an arrogant, ego driven zealot determined to advance his private ultra-liberal agenda no matter what. How this was missed before his first election will be the subject of countless history books someday. Even after his personality problems were learned, he was elected again. Obviously, there is something wrong with our election system. This election should never have happened. He was, by then, a proven failure. He was elected anyway. 

I have several other good friends that voted in both elections for Mr. Obama. All of them now say it was the dumbest thing they ever did.

Apparently they now understand that the President is a very intelligent person that has been educated by family, friends, and radically liberal teachers. He has come on the scene with a carefully crafted ideology that is believed by  very few Americans.  

Virtually no one agrees with the concepts of communism, socialism, the superiority of Royalty, dictatorships, and etc. No one but he and his small number of supporters believe that America is an evil construction doing harm all over the world.

Betty's argument has bought into the arguement that  America has actually never been successful. That America started on the wrong foot in 1776, and never improved. Betty seriously believes America is the worlds' most arrogant bully. 

Okay, so we differ on ideology. Yet not long ago Betty and I enjoyed discussing political ideas. She from the left and I from the right. Betty eventually lost interest and our conversations ended. At that point she had started to dismiss ideas other than her own. That made me sad, but I never tried to re-open our corespondence. 

The ultra-liberal philosophy promises failure.
 It doesn't work and never has.

end

Sunday, March 2, 2014

The Speeding Bullet


The older you get - the faster you get older. I'm 77 and in relatively good health. The important word is relatively. Aches and pains I've got plenty. Several decades ago I had a heart attack. That's when the pills began. Every day I drop these magic marbles into my yaw. There's beta blockers, aspirin, statins, antidepressants, and about 10 more lesser pills. They must work. I'm still here.  A few years ago my conversation acquired holes and pauses. Aha! Dementia. I've found ways to cover embarassment by mumbling something unintelligible or gathering a polite cough behind my bony claw. 

Apparently there is a small chance that I will eventually get parked in a blithering facility where someone will tell me if I ate breakfast or didn't. Meanwhile: "I ain't going nowhere." At least no where soon.

Our shaggy long hair mini dachshunds wake me if the doorbell doesn't. If the housae was on fire they would sleep through it. Priorities. Reclining chairs have become more important than sleeping pills. I sit with the intention to read or watch the telly but as soon as I recline my eyelids begin to droop.

Too many friends have gone missing but they have left behind a treasure trove of memories in my mind.  Once in a while I think that's the only thing in there. While on the subject of death, ever notice that the battalion of the dead is increasing fast. It is you know. I like to think they are all on duty and waiting for each of us. Logic tells me this is unlikely, but what the hell. I often wake from my mid-day nap with a mental picture of a long ago departed friend. The picture lasts no more than an instant but I spend the rest of the day wondering "why" the picture was there in the first place.








Depression? 
I regularly get down in the dumps. Do people still say that when they have chin on the ground depression? My patient wife, the wife with all of the answers, like Rumpoles "she-who-must-be-obeyed," cheers me back to normalcy. When I say "I don't know how I'm going to get through this,"  she often says: "Neither do I. But you will."
The only thing new about death is that technology has made it possible to see and hear more about death than ever before.  Newspapers have more photos of bloody gruesome death and  automobile advertising than everything else combined. On the telly it's disasters, war pictures and viagra ads.



The sunny side of being elderly (hate that word) is related to the statement: "I don't give a damn." 

  • If I don't want to do something, I don't do it." 
  • If I don't want to hear something, I turn the hearing aide down". 
  • If I don't want to speak in front of a crowd, I plead advancing dementia and say a few words in gibberish. 
I think you get the picture. 

Who are you again?

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Zugspitz

The First Warning
In 1955 Germany was still a scene of considerable damage.  World War II had thoroughly devastated most of the country. Bricks, dust, broken glass and other debris lay in piles at the side of the road. There were scarred and broken buildings, rooms missing a wall or two and the remains of furniture exposed to the elements. Evidence of firestorms told a story of horror that few Germans had survived. In the cities and villages the pock marks of ordinance, twisted pipes, and other remnants of distruiction, were serious survivors of horror, and death.  Germany was raw and exposed like an untended graveyard with broken headstone. 

The country was divided into four areas; French, American, British, and Russian. I was then a member of the first tactical guided missile group deployed in Europe. We were physically located in Sembach, a small village not far from Kaiserslautern. We were within   the French partition. Our guided missiles were designated the Martin Matador ™ 61C.  By today's standards, they were unbelievably crude. The guidance system was a sophisticated radar that emitted precision pulses. The distance between pulses told the missile the exact path to fly and when to stop flying, and to glide to it's target where it was to  explod on contact.  Sometimes it worked pretty well. 

One of the first Air Force Jet Fighters was the F-80 Lockheed Shooting Star. Our guided missile was the Martin Matador which was the same size, configuration (except there was no cockpit). The missile was powered by a GE J-33 jet engine as was the F-80 Jet Fighter. 

The guidance system was called Shanicle, and like the missile itself, was produced by the Martin Company in Baltimore.  Our training in fundamental electronics beganb at Lowry AFB in Denver, Colorado. Then we attended another school in Biloxi, Mississippi, and completed the initial training at Orlando AFB, Florida. The team, including myself, shipped out to Sembach, Germany in 1955. And the fun began.

Starting Out 1954
In Europe our duties were interspersed with time off duty.  Typically,  we worked long hours for a few weeks, and given off duty passes. Sometimes a week long, and sometimes several weeks.   As soon as I was able, I purchased a car.  It was a 1947 or 1948 Mercedes 170, Black, 4 cylinder Sedan, and I wish I still had it. During the  off duty times  my friends and I all drove all over most of Western Europe. All of us had a Secret Job Classification. We were forbidden to travel in East Germany and other countries behind the Iron Curtain. 

As mentioned, at that time in Germany politics and diplomacy were confused.  Sembach Air Base was originally built for the Luftwaffa but the war ended before they could use it.  The installation was in good repair when we moved in. The runways lay over open fields in a rural setting of rolling hills, green forests, and farmland. It was postcard pretty, and about thirty minutes away from the nearest big town, Kaiserslautern.

The U.S. Air Force was a bit disorganized when we arrived in 1955. They seemed a little tentative about how to handle our new missile squadron. They learned quick. For us in the trenches, It was "hurry up and wait" for everything. There was a bit of frustration at first. We were designated the 565th Squadron. We actually did very little work at that location. We assembled and maintained equipment there, opened the mail, drank lots of coffee, and played sports when the weather permitted. 

Our real (and important) purpose in Germany was to off=set the Russian troops stationed just across the East-West border.

It was necessary for the squadron to be deployed to various locations, point our missiles east toward the Russians, and rattle their cage without making a threat. It was still a little tense during those days 1955 - 1958.

There were some locations we favored over others. We took our guidance equipment to a hilltop location on farm land outside of Steingaden, and stayed there in the snow most of a winter season. When the workday shift was over, we returned to the little village where we stayed at a really nice gasthaus. The experience was my first exposure to living in a gasthaus where the owners and staff spoke only Deutch. Also, it was the first time I slept under a feather tick, and the first time I stayed at a place where the staff was several of the owner's teen aged daughters.

Getting our trucks with the 120 ft. mast and radar equipment to the site was a chore.  Tthe last mile or so, and it took about six hours to drive to the site. The MSQ van and the Shanicle electrons van were easier to get in place. Of course we had tents, power generators, cooking and mess equipment, spare cables, a water tank truck, and other misc. stuff. Setting up was lots of fun at 20 degrees.


While at the Steingaden site I accidentally shoved a pocket knife  between my left thumband forefinger, cutting a minor groove on the underside of my four finger tendons/ligaments(?). For this I was rewarded with a trip to the USAF Hospital in Weisbaden, Germany where it was discovered (X-ray) that the damage was minor. They sewed me up and I returned to duty with a Doctor's note excusing me from duty for 30 days. I drove over to Paris with friends and had a great time.

As mentioned, Europe 1955-1958 was encrusted with damage left over from the war. Rubble and broken buildings were everywhere. Most of the  German people were friendly to the American military forces stationed in their midst. The few that were not tended to  avoid contact if possible. Interestingly, the German people were not friendly to the British or French military forces - who were generally disliked quite openly. 

Guided missiles were relatively new in 1955. Our Matador (a small tactical missile) and the Snark (a large strategic missile) were, as far as I know, the first and only American missiles deployed to Europe while I was stationed there.  It was necessary to test our  missiles periodically - but there was no good area available. So our entire 565th Squadron with a supply of missiles as well as all of the trucks and supplies, was air freighted to Wheelus Field, Tripoli, Libya. There all necessary personnel and everything needed for testing was off-loaded. Let me call your attention to a  map of Africa, with Tripoli on your left,  Misurata on your right, and the Atlas Mountains far to the south. This lovely piece of desert real estate was the USAF Weapons Test Range. 

The Shanicle guidance system required four large trucks, each filled with Shanicle's sophisticated electronics. Actually it's probably easier to understand by thinking of these four trucks as two pairs. One pair guided the missile on a path to the target. The other pair told the missile when to stop flying,  and when to glide and hit the target. By today's standards it was a crude, slow, not so accurate system. In  those days it was "state-of-the-art."

Getting to the test range from Wheelus Field was a challenge. Tripoli was easily the biggest town in Libya. Misurata was west of it and smaller. Looking south from a line drawn between those two places - was scrub brush and sand, nomads and camels, flat land and wadis, and nothing else as far as you could be see. The Atlas mountains were too far away and hidden in a heat haze most of the time. Somewhere, south into the desert was a more or less permanent encampment believed to be the hottest inhabited place on earth - in the summer of course. As I recall it has reached 138 degrees in the shade.

There were no roads south. Our caravan split up with the azimuth crew and equipment headed south east, and the range crew headed south west. All trucks left the road and all trucks were in trouble before travelling a mile. The "flat" desert turned out to not be flat, and the crusted sand to the north towards the Mediterranean quickly became a soft beach sand that heavy trucks could barely navigate at two miles an hour.  At that, the wheels on a few of the trucks would often become buried in the sand from time to time. The entire caravan had to stop and dig them out. The trip one hundred miles or so into the vast desert wasn't a challenge, it was a nightmare.

I mentioned that the desert looked flat at first. We quickly discovered rills of sand and dry wadis two or more feet lower than the surrounding terrain. We also discovered that Arabs, sometimes one and sometimes more than one, regularly crossed the desert on foot. The truck drivers and passengers would look out deep into the desert and see no living thing. Absolutely empty land. Yet, in ten seconds the caravan would be knee deep in Arabs. Because of the mid-day heat they would find a bank of a wadi that was in the shade, stop and make peanut tea, rest, and sometimes go to sleep until the sun had passed the meridian.  Then they would continue their walk off into the desert. The picture above is Herman Grooters and myself on the right and two nomadic Arabs on the left. The Arabs had walked into our site one day at dawn. Neither could speak a word of English but one spoke a smattering of Italian, which was about the only language none of our crew knew at all. So, we communicated by pointing, gestures and once in a while, sketching a picture. The Arab on the left was Abdullah, and  on the right was Muhammad. They came upon us independently and were not traveling together. After we provided the obligatory cigarettes we discovered they wanted a job.  Nothing fancy.  Anything would do.

Our two employees turned out to very interesting characters. Their answer to anything was a smile. They usually didn't speak but they managed to convey many of the differences between their culture and ours. For example; there was no concept of property. If something was laying around they would pick it up with no sense that they had done something wrong. Anything smaller than a breadbox somehow ended up within the folds of their multi layered robes. One the crew would come out of the tent and call to Abdullah; " I've lost my watch. Have you seen it?" Abdullah would nod yes, reach into his layers of clothing, pull out the watch, and smile. The crew man would hold his hand out, Abdullah would put the watch in his hand, still smiling. The crewman would say "thank you" and walk away to do whatever he had to do. 

This little scenario was repeated time after time during the day. Meanwhile the Arabs were to shake the scorpions out of empty boots, wash clothes for the men, clean the metal GI Trays after a meal, haul fresh water from the trailer supply, and dig a new latrine when required.  And they did their jobs very well. Oh, there were a few comical misunderstanding now and then, but none worth a complaint. The Arabs were paid according to a negotiated scheme. Each man received 1/2 pack of cigarettes each day plus 3 meals and a couple of snacks. They were friendly and innocent and did their jobs well.

After a month or two, we had to fire them both. We suspected, and somehow confirmed, that they were tubercular.  Apparently tuberculosis is vigorously contagious. It was sad to see them both walk back into the desert.






Friday, December 27, 2013

Zugspitz 2

Living in Tripoli

While out on the test range we shot several missiles toward the Atlas Mountains in the south.  We usually stayed deep in the desert for a few weeks before returning to Wheelus A.F.B.  From time to time we had a short rest period. We took a supply helicopter or a weapons carrier back to the big city.  While in Tripoli they tried to keep us separate from regular base personnel. Impossible. Space was short on the base and our crews had to find a place to stay outside of the base. Our Lieutenant at the time, (probably Manny Groves, Richard Bass, or Prahalis), after a major search,  found a small house for us. It didn't look like much from the outside, but inside it was worse. The rooms were small with much sand on the floor, but generally clean. It was  a palace compared to our nearest neighbors hovel 100 yards away. Each of our small rooms held from 4 to 10 of us, and we slept on war surplus Army cots, wires and springs, and no mattresses. Folded blankets under and one lay on top. 

There's not much wood in Libya. As the waring troops moved from Tunisia through Libya and on to Egypt, and then reversed (from Egypt through Libya and back to Tunisia) the various military forces denuded the impoverished land and used up all of the wood. Because raw materials were in short supply, the local arabs used every possible substitute. Our Libyan house, for example, had beams running across the flat ceiling of every room. The beams were the frame rails of large trucks.

Libya has been in the middle of several wars. It has been inhabited by Romans, Germans, Italians, and British. One conflict was replaced by another. While in Tripoli we obtained some cars and a couple of weapons carriers and visited Leptis Magna. I had never heard of the place and was shocked when we finally arrived. Nothing but piles of stones and broken columns.

Leptis Magna was my first exposure to Roman ruins. In school I'd passed over the history of the Roman Empire way too fast. I slogged my way through the Gibbons "Rise and Fall of The Roman Empire", but didn't, apparently, get it. From biblical studies and the movies I knew at least the names of a few people from that time, but not so many. I'd been to the Coliseum in Rome and a couple of other buildings dating back to those times, but I never formed a picture of ancient Rome in my mind, nor did I understand the impact of the Holy Roman Empire. I felt like I tried to take my first step and had missed the earth.

Several of the men loaded themselves into a weapons carrier and drove to Leptis Magna. It's an easy drive from Tripoli. We first saw it in the distance and it wasn't particularly impressive. As we drove closer it became a huge and astonishing ruin of a very large city made of stone. There were standing pillars and broken ones, brick alleys and roadways, formal public bathes, water supply systems, broken grand buildings, and broken and whole statues near important constructions. In the middle of all the random bricks and stones and archways was a huge amphitheater not unlike the coliseum in Rome, but in a more ruined condition. There was a central ground (gladiators and lions), a stage of sorts for plays and fantasies, and a 3/4th circle of cement and brick seats for (perhaps 20,000) people. It seemed to be about 1,000 feet across (diameter) but my memory isn't clear. I do remember that it was easy to visualize gladiators and lions on the main stage. 

Struck the tents and returned to Wheelus. Packed up the gear, put on the parachute and hit the flight line at dawn. C-199 Flying Boxcars were sitting there with no pilot in sight. Co-pilot and Loadmaster were ready to go. It was the normal "hurry up and wait" syndrome. An hour later the pilot pulled up in a Jeep with his bags packed and said: "okay Charlie, load her up", and Lt. Timothy, (Co-Pilot) please join me for a walk around check". In less than ten minutes we were rolling toward the take off end of the runway. The plane never slowed down but did a fast turn to the right and on came full power. In 20 seconds we were over the Mediterranean headed for Rome. Why Rome? 

The Pilot spoke over the intercom and said he wanted to make a quick stop in Rome to pick up a couple of officers that were stranded there. We landed. Our Lt. gathered the Sembach guys on the tarmac under the left wing and told us we were semi-officially on leave until 4:30 pm. That gave us about six hours to take in the sights or whatever. An Air Force bus pulled up, we left all our gear on the aircraft, got on the bus and headed off base to the city of Rome. We got there in mid-morning and the first thing anyone thought of was beer. There was a pizza cafe with chairs and tiny tables on the sidewalk in front. A few of us broke away from the group and ordered beer and pizza. All of the group was to meet exactly where the bus dropped us off, at exactly 3:30 pm.

At the cafe we watched the Italian men pinch the girls bottom and warble a song as they strolled the sidewalk. The pizza was great and the beer was better. There was very little time. A cab was hailed. Then another. They were dented and worn Fiats of some description and were intended for a driver and three occupants. We managed six Airmen stuffed into each cab. We took in a few tourist sight but I've forgotten most of them. Some formal gardens, the Colosseum and a government building, and a shopping street. We expanded out of the cabs and walked down this fantastic street where a person could purchase tomatoes, bread, a motor scooter, fragrances for the lady, pumpkins and other squash, clothes for men, second hand anythings, a brand new bicycle, squid, a live lobster, wrenches and screw drivers, and on and on. A veritable Sears, in the middle of the street. No traffic, but a billion people pushing and shoving along.

Surprisingly, everyone made it back to the pre-arranged bus stop at the appointed hour, and we got back to our airplane before take off time.  












Monday, December 2, 2013

MORE Power To The President.?

There are a few American politicians who are either stupid, incompetent or both. These people never give up trying to change our government - whether it needs it or not. They purposely ignore, avoid or disregard following the Constitution, Declaration of Independence, Bill of Rights and other founding documents. Their intent is destroying America's carefully balanced trilateral system, diminishing the effects of the Free Market, and eroding our position as a world leader. 

And we, you and I, LET THEM DO IT.  

The extremists, radicals, and social engineers have moved in to rebuild our government by imitating the failed European Socialist models. It makes no sense whatever. Forgotten in the wind is the fact that socialism alone does not work, and their notion that a larger and growing government should control more and more aspects of an individuals life is CONTRARY to our American tradition. 

(1)  This week our President specifically ordered the assassination of an 
      American citizen: 
  • who was not charged with a crime, and 
  • who was not given due process in our courts.
I don't remember any instance of a former President authorizing the murder of an American citizen. When did we give the President the power to do so?

(2)  President Truman authorized the use of the Atom Bomb on the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Innocent non-combatants were exterminated and  Americans accepted fact because of the million (or more) allied soldiers saved. Does that excuse the act? 

(3) Was it in Eisenhower's time that the idea of "state dominoes" was first suggested?  If a nation accepted Soviet Communism those nearby would fall like dominoes. Is this why America felt responsible to defend South Viet Nam? Was it worth thousands of American lives - or wrong in the first place?

(4) It was during the period between WWII and the end of the Korean conflict that the "Cold War" began. Thousands of nuclear weapons were produced and stockpiled. The theory was that both enemy's would destroy each other if a war was to start. Detente? Or baloney? 

(5)  President  Eisenhower, at the end of his term, warned America of the increasing danger of a "military-industrial complex". Civilian industries had hired thousands of representatives to LOBBY government personnel and influence where contracts were placed. 

Should we not consider limiting or controlling lobbyist power?

Work in process. More to come

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And here it is. Please read Maggies blog outlining the quiet destruction of America's military services. This is more than alarming!

It's downright anti-American.

http://www.maggiesnotebook.com/2013/12/disturbing-the-list-of-purged-military-high-officers-under-obama/


Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Two Problems; Militant Islam and Fiscal Debt

While America plugs away in Middle East, argues about it's new national health scheme, and moves further and faster toward national bankruptcy - three additional problems urgently need attention: 

(1) At the end of World War II  everyone was frightened by the overwhelming power of nuclear bomb. We believed that nuclear energy, if misused, could bring the entire world grief on a an unimaginable scale.  We were told that nuclear technology was at the edge of our ability to control it. The subject faded when we re-focussed on war in the middle east. We have fought there for years and now know there is nothing to win. Our forces are gradually coming home. 

(2) Meanwhile, during the middle eastern war, the world has rediscovered Islam. Now America is threatened as never before by militant fundamentalist muslims. They are thought to be a small faction of dissatisfied radical muslims whose primary ambition  is to  murder all non-Islamic people in the world.  

Americans, unfortunately, a terribly skewed knowledge of the the enemy they face. There are over one billion members of the Islamic faith and only 10% or less are thought to be aggressively militant.  

That's close to 100 million radical Islamists totally dedicated to destroy us. They have, in their own twisted way, declared war on America.  

Terrorists, by definition, tend to use guerilla tactics. They do a maximum amout of damage with very few of their members at risk. We know, from history, experience, and specifically 9/11, just how many innocents can be murdered by so few terrorists.  The war they have declared is a war of stealth, terror, and murder. This war is being waged by a suicidal,  mentally disturbed and  dysfunctional enemy.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Obamacare . . or. . What About The Debt?


Our national credit card is about to burst. Americans should put their house in order before attempting any social program the size of Obamacare. It's like we have a rogue elephant in the White house with a massive ego and no common sense. Perhaps we should make healthcare part of the national fabric. But not all at once. Implementation over perhaps twenty or more years would better ensure that each provision was discussed, debated, edited, and lawful - BEFORE enactment. That's not a stall. It's prudence.
The media is loaded with opinions about Obamacare but the 'for and against' people are insistent that each knows best. Most citizens are skeptical, but everyone, regardless of their pro or con opinion, are disappointed that our government has passed this legislation by using political misinformation. Even more important, In my circle of friends there isn't one person who believes Obamacare was properly investigated and debated before it was made a law. Not one.

Any private or national health care system can be expected to be expensive. Apparently Obamacare promises to be the most expensive of all. The British have their version of national healthcare. It has failed rather badly. The health care provided, compared to our pre-Obama private system, has never come remotely close to the quality, service and availability.  The French national health care system compares even more unfavorably.  Why are we trading our good private system for a less effective and more expensive national one?

The politically liberal Obamacare people often point to two specific aspects of the new national care system?  

The fundamental purpose of the Obamacare national health care system is to provide the same level of health care FOR LEGAL and for ILLEGAL residents, with or without PRE-EXISTING conditions. 

From one perspective it's a noble idea, from another it is badly flawed, and from yet another it is impossibly ambitious. 

To start with, granting any level of amnesty to illegal residents is extremely controversial. Since the American immigration system has been broken for so many years, the problem is now very complicated, difficult and huge.  There is probably no way  to  satisfy all parties. However, it is clear that most Americans do not believe American  taxpayers should pay for every criminal's medical care. 

So, let us repeat  a few concerns about Obamacare: 
  • Its provisions have not been debated. 
  • There is no national health care superior to America's private system. 
  • There is a serious question about who should pay for pre-existing conditions care.
  • Most favor a special federal (taxpayer paid) program to insure these citizens.
  • The philosophy of general taxation to provide Obamacare to criminals is faulty.
One more concern is the everyones lack of confidence that the federal government has the ability to manage Obamacare efficiently. 

Is there anything positive about Obamacare to acknowledge? Yes. There are elements that many or most Americans can agree on. Let's start with the most obvious: 
  • American society should insure some level of medical insurance for all CITIZENS.
  • American society should insure all pre-existing conditions.  
  • There should also be basic emergency care medical insurance for NON-CITIZENS 
  • All government politicians and employees should have exactly the same national medical insurance. (No Exceptions).


UNWANTED OBAMACARE RULES

Pg.50/152 The bill will provide insurance to all non-U.S. residents even if they are here illegally.

Pg.58 & 59 The government will have access to an individuals bank account and the authority to make electronic fund transfers from theses accounts.

Pg. 65/164  The plan will be subsidized for all union members, union retirees, and community organizations similar to ACORN.

Pg.241 and 253  Doctors will all be paid the same regardless of specialty, and the government will set all doctor's fees.

Pg. 272  At age 76 when you most need it, you will not be eligible for cancer treatment.

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Per Judge Kithil: It is specifically stated that this bill will not apply to members of Congress. 

Had enough?

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Peter Arnett


RAY . . . I DON'T KNOW QUITE WHAT TO MAKE OF THIS. A LONG TIME AGO I WROTE A COMMENT "PETER ARNETT VISITS THE GEEZERS".

I DON'T KNOW WHEN THIS ARRIVED? 
OR WHO SENT IT?

I THINK I WILL TRY TO FIND OUT.

DIXON

Hi everyone. Since last writing a request to contact Peter Arnett in 2011, I have come a long way in producing a theatrical documentary about his life called 'Words of War'. A number of people contacted me from this forum and I thank you. I've already filmed with Peter in his homeland of New Zealand and right now I'm raising some funds to get over to China where he is teaching journalism. This is the 1st main stage of the project as I want to film with him in Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq and the USA also. For anyone interested in the film or those can contribute or know of those within your own networks who could give me boost I need to get to China they can go to a crowd-funding site that is taking donations right now (60 days): See www.boosted.org.nz and look for 'WORDS OF WAR'. There are links there to the film website and Facebook page also. Thank you all and here's hoping Peter's story can be told. on Peter Arnett Visits The Geezers

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Teleprompter Genius - American Moron




Whoa! I WITHDREW THIS GRAPHIC  because I found it was not even close to being accurate. Sorry if it miss-led you.......





The  Obama Administration, specifically Harry Reid, pulled another dirty "behind the back" political deal yesterday. For over a hundred years house votes required 60% approval. Not any more. . . Reid changed the rule. Now majority rules.

When Republicans wanted to appoint a new member of the Supreme Court, they also tried to change this rule. The Democrats fought it tooth and nail. They told everyone that if the rule was changed to 51% the entire government would self-distruct. 

Interesting. Now that we have Ultra-Liberal Democrats in control - they have changed their mind. Now it's okay? Yesterday sneaky Harry Reid greased the rule through when no body was looking. It's the only way Mr. Obama's Ultra-Liberal Judge appointments  can pass through the Congress.   The sad problems is that the new rule applies to Supreme Court appointments too. Remember, these Judges are appointed for life.
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Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Memorial Day

In my neighborhood many residents put out a flag today.  They flew on poles, trees, and anywhere else that was suitable. My friends remembered, at least on this day, that soldiers died to protect our way of life. The flag reminds us that wars are terrible, terrible scourge and most people now condemn war. It's no longer thought to be a reasonable way to resolve differences. History has detyermined that war a natural extension of diplomacy, but it's not "natural" at all. It's is the result of failed philosophies and religions.

"The American flag does not fly alone in the wind,  It flies 
with the memory of each soldier's last breath."

Let's not be so quick to "accept" that warfare is the ONLY way for a government to protect it's citizens and advance it's interests. 

Let's find a better way to resolve problems. Memorial day is set aside to remind us of the human cost of war. We should ever remember the allied dead and all of the innocent people who were victims of war. 


THE FLAG IS FLOWN FOR THEM. 

It flown to remind us that mankind is now become powerful enough to eliminate itself. 

Dangerous Government Power


Thomas Sowell has written: "The real danger to us all is when government not only exercises the powers that we have voted to give it, but exercises additional powers that we have never voted to give it." 

  • When Obama Administration's Attorney General started to keep track of phone calls going to Fox News Channel reporter James Rosen (and his parents), and to other reporters or networks that dared to criticize the Obama Adsministration, it directly opposed the Constitution. It was illegal, and they damn well knew it.  
  • When the Internal Revenue Service started demanding to know specifically who was donating to conservative organizations that had applied for tax exempt status, it clearly expected to intimidate those donors and others who oppose the Obama Administration's political agenda.
Someone once said;  "A government that is powerful enough to protect it's citizens against it's enemies is also powerful enough to become an enemy itself". The Obama Administration is very close to becoming an enemy of America. 

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Can We Trade-In Bad Politicians?

We have a long history of fences. We tend to draw lines around our property. The original man probably laid a line around his family first, and his property next, then around his city, his state and finally around his whole country. That pretty well describes our history with fences that goes all the way back to the spark that started it all. Ever since man has fought over his fences. With this we have the entire history of wars do we not?  

In the 21st Century  a few brilliant minds invented a sure fire way to win wars. The Atomic bomb. One possible side effect is that we now may have  enough power to blow the earth out of orbit. Kaboom! These guys think they can build a bomb that will destroy everything. All that history gone in one flash.  Mankind erased. There are now a dozen nations governed by people with fences around their property.  Some of these people are okay and some show many signs of not being stable. We know that there are a few nations governed by unstable but fierce and militant rulers - and they have control over "the bomb."  The good guys have a right to be worried. 

Our country is led by politicians whose only real interests are: 

(1)  Spending some one else's money. 
(2)  Getting re-elected. 
(3)  Spending even more of somebody else's money. 
(4)  Retiring on full salary plus perks for the rest of their lives.  

These are the same morons that decide whether or not to bomb us all into oblivion.

The military services have become a tool of our politicians. America is now In the process of converting from a powerful deterrent to wars - to a spineless defense with no teeth. Our government is trying to sell the idea that a powerful military is no longer required. Why?  Bercause we have the biggest and best bombs. 

Ask yourself if would make sense to have Generals Eisenhower, Patton,  Ridgeway,  and Lemay -  report to Nancy Pelosi, Al Franken, Barbara Boxer, Eric Holder, and/or Harry Reid?

We let Lyndon Johnson and Robert MacNamara carpet bomb to destroy civilians and wreck Viet Nam. Now we are involved in Afghanistan, Pakistan, Syria, Lebanon, and Egypt. This time guess who calls the shots? His regime is the worst ever and he is so proud to be able to mis-lead the wars, mis-lead the terrible relations we have with most of the known world.

You voted for Mr. Progressive. The guy who could get you everything for free. Proud of yourself?