Friday, September 14, 2007

Decisions, Decisions...

I can't really decide who I am more upset at: Hugo Chavez or Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.

Both spout much anti-American rhetoric, and both head up repressive regimes.

Hugo, it seems, can be likened to Pinocchio. He wants "To be a real boy."--that is, he wishes he had a country of importance, and is counting on his anti-Bush and anti-American tirades to gain him headlines in the liberal media, causing him to solidify support at home. This, of course, is simply allowing him to establish just another communist banana republic in BFE South America. I think the best part of this, of course, are the complaints his people, who welcomed his rise to power and elimination of their rights. Well, you asked for it. Never give one individual or and organization (like, hey, a government?) unlimited power over your life. That, my Venezuelan readers (if your internet is not yet being censored), is when you stop being free--in case you were wondering.

On the other hand, you have his bosom buddy, Mahmoud "I want a jihad" Ahamadinejad. Wasn't this guy one of the hostage takers back in the seventies? Now, let me ask a few questions. Isn't attacking some country's embassy, by the fact it is an extension of that country, an act of war? Didn't they give us casus belli back in '79? And then, these asshats decide to support terrorism, lead an insurgency to destabilize Iraq, and to put the icing on the cake, decide they are going to develop nuclear weapons.

Now the best part, I think, about this guy, is that as his country is developing nuclear weapons, he is already telling everyone what he is going to do with them: destroy Israel and the United States. Um, hello? We've been warned. What exactly are we waiting for? New York to be vaporized? Or do we need to wait until the whole East Coast is uninhabitable (which in my opinion may already have happened)? So I guess I hate Weshouldbombajihad more.

That leads me to my next thought: I have developed a exit strategy plan for our troops in Iraq. Its this simple: Leave Baghdad heading northwest, stop in Tehran.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

The birds


I bought a bird feeder . I hung it on my back porch and filled it with seed . Within a week we had hundreds of birds taking advantage of the continuous flow of free and easily accessible food .

But then the birds started building nests in the boards of the patio, above the table, and next to the barbecue . Then came the poop . It was everywhere: on the patio tile, the chairs, the table . . . everywhere .

Then some of the birds turned mean: They would dive bomb me and try to peck me even though I had fed them out of my own pocket .

And others birds were boisterous and loud: They sat on the feeder and squawked and screamed at all hours of the day and night and demanded that I fill it when it got low on food .

After a while, I couldn't even sit on my own back porch anymore .

I took down the bird feeder and in three days the birds were gone .

I cleaned up their mess and took down the many nests they had built all over the patio .

Soon, the back yard was like it used to be . . . . . . quiet, serene and no one demanding their rights to a free meal .

Now, let's see . . . . . . .

Our government gives out free food, subsidized housing, free medical care, free education and allows anyone born here to be an automatic citizen . Then the illegals came by the tens of thousands . Suddenly our taxes went up to pay for free services small apartments are housing 5 families you have to wait 6 hours to be seen by an emergency room doctor your child's 2nd grade class is behind other schools because over half the class doesn't speak English Corn Flakes now come in a bilingual box I have to press "one" to hear my bank talk to me in English
and people waving flags other than "Old Glory" are squawking and screaming in the streets, demanding more rights and free liberties .

Maybe it's time for the government to take down the bird feeder .

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

911 Remembrance

Sean’s post prompted my significant memories of 911. Damn, that day is a Kodak Moment! As part of my work, I conduct a daily Living Skills class with veterans from 0800 until 1000 hours Central. There were nine veterans attending that day.Three were combat veterans from Vietnam (marine, army, and a Navy River Rat), Gulf War, one whom had been in several countries as forward recon that our government does not acknowledge involvement (his DD-214 verified “foreign service/non-specified”), one from Grenada, and one from Panama. The others had not been in any combat. The class was going very well until my boss barged in the door and demanded that I turn on the TV. I was miffed that the class had been interrupted, but turned the TV on as ordered (the boss had been a staff sergeant in Vietnam and doesn’t make “pretty please” requests). We all set there amazed when a few minutes later the second plane hit the tower. As more reports came in regarding flight 93 in Pennsylvania and flight 77 that hit the Pentagon, the denial of the events that were unraveling gave way to rage. The statements of denial were very vocal. The rage came out as silence. It was palpable. The combat veterans were the most silent. Their rage was more than just the events. Their rage included experiences that they had experienced before when they had lost friends in battle. There were many silent tears of rage that morning. We did not close the class that day, as is customary. The veterans just slowly left when they needed. I remember the absence of traffic on the street that day. Things were too quit, at first. Then the F-16s from the local Air Guard launched. The wings were loaded with weapons and external fuel tanks; the sight and sound of freedom! The days that followed were days of anger and a wish for retaliation and revenge. I am glad that I was not the Commander in Chief during that time. Somewhere would have been a glass parking lot! Let us not forget that day that our Country was invaded. May we continue to support our troops and the mission they are on. I’m glad there were no WMD’s found. Too many American’s would have died. So far it has been an “away game” and our troops attract the world’s worst. Thanks to our troop, (to paraphrase a quote), tonight I will sleep peacefully in my bed.

Nancy Pelosi's Pals in Syria Gearing Up To Be Next North Korea

Well, the Axis of Evil is at it again: This time Syria, old pals of Speaker Pelosi, are apparently making a reach for the nuclear brass ring. Read it here:,7340,L-3448829,00.html If that doesn't worry you, I don't know what will.

So, now, a country we are fighting a proxy war with via our counter-insurgency in Iraq is now making an effort to develop nuclear weapons. This should go well. Do you think they will bow to political and economic pressure like North Korea will? If so, you are at best naive, and at worst, probably a Democratic Senator.

It is time that we as a country came to the realization that these wackos in the middle east don't think like we do. This is as much a war of ideologies as it is a shooting war in Iraq. I don not believe that any nation dominated by the so-called "religion of peace" could hold on to a nuclear weapon without using it against "the infidels". The mere risk of that should be eliminated as soon as it appears. Sure, try diplomacy, but if that fails, we must be prepared to make sure that country is unable to manufacture a wheel, much less a nuclear device. Sudden, decisive, and overwhelming action will be the only thing that will cow our enemies seeking to destroy our way of life. I fear that the stakes are nothing less than this: the freedom of the individual and the American way of life. Losing means bondage and sharia law. You choose.

Allow me to leave you tonight with the words of John Stuart Mill:
"War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself."

Monday, September 10, 2007

September 11th: Where were you?

I remember waking up that morning, running a little behind. I fired up the '61 Ranchero, coaxed her out onto the highway, and off to work.

I made it to the gate, just on time, having taken advantage of the good nature of the other Washington drivers and a couple of shortcuts I had learned since moving to Bremerton. I flashed my ID to the guard at the shack, a bored looking civilian policeman, who didn't even come all the way out of the guardhouse to look at my badge. He lazily waved me on, then turned back to his lunch.

I made it down to the parking lot, caught the bus to the pier, and made it up to the shop, where I worked with a double handful of other sailors, and 3 or four civilians working on the interior communications systems on submarines. I grabbed my much-loved coffee mug, wandered over to my desk (I rated an actual desk as the Training Petty Officer), and logged on to the computer.

Our shop was the 3rd of three shops in the building, down on the "delta-pier" (cleverly named, due to its triangle shape--okay, if you still don't understand, think "for my part, it was Greek to me.") Imagine our office being a 3-sided rectangle, with the missing wall opening up above a work-floor below. Across the void, and catty-cornered to us, was another shop.

An electrician's Mate, Carlos Soto, yelled across to me, "Hey, Sean, did you hear about the Twin Towers?"

"No, what about them?" I querried.

"Someone just crashed an airliner into one!" Carlos said with incredulity.

"You're shitting me, right?" I replied. (sorry for the salty language, but, hey, I was a sailor--and still am, at heart, when I get angry enough :) )

That led to a frantic internet search, as I was sure that if he was telling the truth that it would be all over the internet. And it was just breaking on all the websites. That was back when television was still capable of scooping a news story over the other media, kiddies. You old people know what I am talking about (remember when it was kids who had paper routes?--I digress).

More guys started filtering into the shop: Pico, Roth, Wilson, and the rest of the guys were filtering in in order of severity of coffee addiction. I broke the news. That led to a flurry of activity. All thoughts of heading off to do real work vanished as we scurried about the shop, rigging an antenna for our dilapidated television. We usually only got one channel, and it wasn't carrying the news yet. I don't think anyone had any idea when the first plane struck, what a real tragedy would play out before America's horror-struck eyes before the day was over.

We succeeded. Its quite an engineering problem that can't be solved by a handful of motivated sailors. We got it working just in time to watch the second plane strike. We watched in silence as the first, then the second tower fell.

It was very quiet in the shop--all the other offices had done the same thing, or came over to see our T.V. I said, "Two planes. That can't be an accident. I think we are going to war. Once we find out who this is, we will have to be at war."

I knew when I said it it would be true. It was probably 10 minutes later that the 1MC (intercom) came on, and they gave the security alert. All the buildings were locked down, and we were warned not to leave our buildings under any circumstances.

Later that morning, we were told to go home. And to be back early the next day.

The next day, we worked until dark, and some of us worked longer, until we got the submarines out to sea. That is, after I made it in to work. This time it entailed weaving through security obstacles, alert marines, a search for bombs involving dogs and mirrors, and parking farther from work.

Where were you?

A Message from Fred Thompson: September 11th:

Six years have passed since the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. Today is a day to remember those who lost their lives at the hands of radical Islamic terrorists who despise our values and way of life, as well as those men and women who have made the ultimate sacrifice helping their fellow citizens that tragic day, and defending freedom in the years that have followed.

We must never forget that America has shed more blood defending freedom here and abroad than all the other countries in the world combined. And it was no different on 9/11. Before the twin towers fell, before the smoke had cleared from the Pentagon, before the brave men and women of Flight 93 had made a stand over Shanksville, Penn., Americans were fighting back.

America’s heritage of defending freedom has fallen to us. It is a great trust that our generation willingly accepts and must uphold. But the best way we can do that – while honoring the tragic loss of our fellow citizens six years ago today, and in all of the years since – is to make sure our nation continues to stand for freedom, remains strong and united in the face of threats, and secure.


Reprinted in its entirety, from