Who is McGovern???

Dumb

So, has George McGovern suddenly awoken from a long slumber induced by a life time of losing and tired, old viewpoints on life and the world? Apparently so because this op ed of his drags out all the tired, old arguments to impeach the Evil Bush-Cheney Duo of Destruction. I would be willing to listen to real, fact-based arguments for impeachment if any could be found. Instead, McGovern, like every other tired, old leftist loser - Carter, Reid, any number of leftist blogs... - lists: the 'illegal' Iraq invasion (despite Congressional approval, yet I don't see calls for Congressional resignations), the Patriot Act (again, approve twice by Congress, yet no calls for resignations) and the Valhalla of leftist theory, Guantanamo Bay. Does no one see that Al Qeada does not have 'citizens' in it's ranks and non-citizens do not enjoy the same civil rights as we do? When you pledge allegiance to a non-state group whose prime directive is establishment of a global islamic caliphate and forced conversion of the world and/or death, me thinks you give up any right to any state-sponsored civil proceedings. Further, in my opinion, if you are a card-carrying member of AQ, there should be ROE to shoot on site, not detain. Obviously detention would be preferred to suck as much info and intel out of them as possible, but sometimes death is the preferred method. I predict of the 3 or 4 people besides me who read McGovern's piece, 1 will agree (probably Jimmy Carter), 1 will die laughing and 2 will just turn the page while asking, "Who is George McGovern?"

What is a blog?

Before a month goes by, I need to find the truth as it relates to blogs. I have started and stopped a few blogs over the past years and I can't figure out why I lose the passion and excitement after a few months of blogging. Maybe the fact that I am not getting paid to do this and I have a lot of other outlets for my time, and the fact that nobody reads my posts. I read a few other blogs regularly and the style and substance of posts varies greatly. Some are analytical on the topic of the day, others are related to personal experience and others are just there. It seems like blogs and the act of blogging are just the technological extension of the personal diary, albeit some with a twist. I kept a diary/journal during my year in Iraq but I had no desire to share that with anybody. It was more therapeutic for me, a space to write down frustrations and observations and maybe come up with some remedies. I consider myself fairly knowledgeable about most domestic and world events but who the hell cares what I think? So, here's my post on my blog and I can say whatever I want because no one is going to read it.

Kimora Lee Whore

What is the fascination with hags of oriental descent who have whored their way to the supposed top? Case in point is the TV show about Kimora Lee Simmons, ex-wife to Russell Simmons, who made his money in the hip-hop industry. He made his money the old fashioned way, he earned it. I don't agree with the industry but he leveraged the principles of capitalism and made a small fortune. Enter the oriental whore, who may have been attractive in her better - young - days, marginally enough so to snare the interests of Mr. Simmons. I will wager that she saw dollar signs, did what she thought necessary to get his cash - sleep with him enough to marry him and have two kids - then made her exit. Now she has a show dedicated to her whore-ishness, loosely based on her fashion company. The most recent edition of this show, which I watch to remind myself how lucky I am to have dropped the oriental whore and found a Caucasian woman of Italian descent, deals with her new line of children's clothes, which are inspired by her own two daughters. Here is where I take issue with the myth that oriental mothers are so caring and doting on their children. Maybe back in the rice patties they are but not once they have tasted the largess of the West. They feign this public image of doting, loving mothers but it is done in a purely public, superficial manner. Beneath the thin veneer is the truth of controlling, micro-managerial motherhood. They must absolutely have a hand or finger in EVERYTHING their allegedly precious children do, until the children do something to embarrass them. Maybe this is some sort of strange cousin to the 'losing face' doctrine that most people understand of oriental cultures? My personal example is my hag ex-wife, who is filipino. She claims to everyone, over and over, that her number one priority is her children, which plays great to her dumb friends who don't know any better (I could easily fill pages on how stupid most white women are as well, but that's for another day), but in reality, as long as her children are doing well, she is happy and proud. Mess something up, however, and you see the real story. My middle daughter plays soccer, and pretty well too. She was playing goalie recently, and missed blocking a shot. Her mother then did the rolley-eyed, arms up in the air "I can't believe you missed that" maneuver on the sidelines, making her feel like shit. Great parenting you effing oriental piece of filth! I wish her harm more than islamic fundamentalists; at least they are an enemy to be respected. So, beware America! Whorientals are out to suck up as much money as possible from unsuspecting white, western males. Stay away, stay far away!

What will the dems do now?

Here is an excellent article by Victor Davis Hanson, a classics professor from CA who is a prolific writer about ancient warfare and ties to current wars and how we fight. It's almost too good to be true, that those liberal dems who voted for a quick successful campaign to topple the bad man Saddam, who then turned on the President and the troops and declared defeat, are now searching for a politically expedient way to explain the decrease in violence, the Anbar Awakening and the political progress in the Iraqi government (granted slow but progress is progress). I try not to be an "I told you so" type of person (okay okay, not all the time), and I certainly was not on TV steadfastly proclaiming all this was going to transpire but I did have faith that if we could withstand the democratic anti-war onslaught and gain some success, the American people would either lean towards support or not be as against the war, feeding more 'breathing room' and giving our commanders flexibility and not telling the Iraqi people, the rest of the Middle East and every anti-American terrorist that we are weak and not willing to bleed for what we feel is necessary for victory in our battles.

Things I give thanks for...

Happy Thanksgiving! Today was a beautiful day in northern Virginia, temps in the 70s and sunny. It was the perfect setting for some reflection on the many blessings in my life, which sometimes I take for granted. My family - my beautiful wife/best friend and 3 great kids, my siblings and parents and extended family members and true friends. The comfortable house we are fortunate to live in, in a great, safe neighborhood with cool neighbors. My career in the Marine Corps and all that has taught me and done for me and my second career as a federal civilian supporting national defense. My physical and mental health. Beer, guns and my God-given right to own and carry them to defend myself, my family and my property, bicycles, running shoes, coffee, Fox News, Opie and Anthony, music, books, National Review, XC70s and dirty martinis. This is just a small list of the things in life that are blessings, some vital to my existence and others that add joy and entertainment. I hope anyone who may read this has as blessed a life as I do.

Vegan Thanksgiving and Crazy Whores

I saw a preview clip for the local evening news about 'green' thanksgiving ideas. Now, I am all for trying to cut down on polluting the earth and recycling and attempting to decrease our dependence on foreign oil but the whole 'green' movement has finally gone over the edge. Vegan thanksgivings? Thanksgiving is primarily about how our early ancestors survived a rough time and gave thanks. They ate local foods, including meat. If you choose to eat only vegetable items, good on you but please stay the hell away from my holidays. I love meat and all it stands for and I guarantee my cholesterol is as low if not lower than the average vegan.

I have an ex-wife and she is a crazy whore. No, the term whore implies she is vaguely attractive but she is not. She is a crazy hag. I made the mistake in the beginning of the separation and divorce process of being nice and doing what I thought was best for the kids and not for myself. After many years of not listening to my little voice which told me repeatedly it was not right, I finally confronted her on custody schedules and child support payments and it had to go to court because she could not agree to basic, simple requests. I wanted to see my children more yet she could not agree to that. The irony is that just before the judge came into the courtroom she ended up agreeing to everything I asked. Now, of course, she whines about how she had to spend so much money on lawyers. My advice to anyone divorcing is to burn bridges. Teach your children that it's sometimes okay to completely cut off people you once knew and shared time with... and to hate them innately.

232 Years of Defeating Our Enemies!

Today is the 232nd anniversary of the birth/founding of the United States Marine Corps, an organization which I have been a part of actively for the past 16 1/2 years. Unlike the other military services, the Marine Corps makes a big deal about this day because we as Marines look back on our history as much as we focus on present battles and future plans. No matter where in the world a Marine is, hopefully with at least one other Marine close at hand, he or she will celebrate this day in some fashion. It might be a gala, formal birthday ball in a fancy hotel, wearing dress uniform or it might be sharing an MRE dessert with a fire team member before, during or after a combat patrol in some God-forsaken place on Earth. I enjoy this day not only because I am proud of being a Marine and proud of what the Marine Corps stands for but also because it gives me a day to reflect on how the Marines have impacted my life and changed it for the better. There is an old saying, and I remember specifically hearing my grandmother say this once, that 'you join the Marines a boy and come out a man.' This is very true. I had no idea what a Marine was or what the Marines did until I arrived at college, with the dream of being a Navy pilot (yes, I was a 'Top Gun' recruit, I can admit it). I wish I could claim some life-long desire to be a Marine but truth is I cannot. I was very intimidated by the Marines whom I met during my NROTC orientation before my freshman year of college. I did not know what to make of these men who seemed to revel in misery and hardship and who were most happy being dirty and sweaty and tired. I had never really experienced that before. Some of these men were active duty Marines, NROTC instructors, and some were older midshipmen who were formerly active duty enlisted Marines or were going to be commissioned in less than one year, having already been through Officer Candidates School. Beyond the intimidation though, these men were also friendly and helpful to those who sought their counsel. I sensed a great camaraderie between them, a tight bond that didn't seem to exist between the Navy people. I was drawn to that, and I was drawn to the known hardships and struggles that I would face if I chose to be a Marine, or attempted to become a Marine. I made the final decision that I would try after a spring break trip to Camp Lejeune, NC my freshman year. I wanted to become a Marine. I started to train myself physically and mentally, learning from the other Marine midshipmen and instructors. Without going into a full biography, I made it through OCS and was commissioned. That was 16 1/2 years ago and I have learned more about myself, my strengths and weaknesses, in the Marine Corps than most people learn in a lifetime. The Marine Corps does not care about individuals beyond what they can contribute to the mission. The Marine Corps does not allow you to hide fears or be someone you are not; you either adapt and learn to lead or you fall by the wayside. There is no greater introspective mirror than having the responsibility for the lives of others. So, Happy Birthday to the Corps and to all Marines wherever they may be. Semper Fidelis!

And we're back...

I started, no "re-started" this thing, under new management, in the early summer then got lazy and frustrated with the old laptop's keyboard. Well, I can control the laziness but we now have a brand spanking new iMac with a very cool 'new' keyboard so I have no excuse not to post at least a few times per week. Ironically, over the last few lazy months, I have had thousands of "that makes me angry, I should post the link and a furious belch of angry words!" Then I get home, get lazy and don't do it. No more! This is just the first in a long line of posts about the thousands of things that make me angry. Here is a quick 'angry list' summary of the last few months: my whore ex-wife, democrats calling for surrender in Iraq, Jim Murtha (even calling him a former Marine makes me physically ill), Nancy Pilosi, Harry Reid, their stupid Armenian resolution, SCHIP and the lies surrounding it, illegal migrants who expect full citizenship upon their illegal entry into this country, the Writer's Guild strike (how much more money do they want?), the 'N' word imbroglios and the fact that citizens of the District of Columbia cannot use firearms to defend themselves in the most violent city in the country. These are but a few of the very stupid things that made me angry the last few months but the vast majority of the anger comes from articles I read on line everyday, stupid drafts that propose the most outrageous scams on this country. Oh, social security makes me angry and people who oppose school vouchers in poor states.

Why they (cowardly) kill

Club Bombers

A good article from James Robbins, a former professor of mine from National Defense University and frequent NRO contributor. He writes plainly and straightforwardly yet delivers a poignant message every time. In this piece he discusses the history behind jihad and the purely religious and judgmental reasons jihadist leaders (notice the 'leaders' are always alive to tell the story and the jihadists are the martyrs, kinda coincidental huh? No, more proof that these alleged warriors are the ultimate pussies) spout in defense of their ruthless and cowardly attacks on innocent people - simply because they exercise their God-given (not allah given) rights to live how they see fit. Unlike muslim extremists who lack the individual freedom of choice and common sense to make decisions and instead rely on strict dogma to tell them how to live and what decisions to make. Muslim culture will never progress until the masses take responsibility for actions and decisions and not attribute everything good or bad to allah.

In shallah!

Light at the end of the tunnel.

For those of you who can read an objective, non-Bushbashing article about the war against Al Qeada in Iraq (yes dear readers, we are fighting, capturing and killing many non-Iraqi AQ soldiers in Iraq), please read this. I completely agree that mistakes were made in some areas of the initial post-invasion fight and occupation but on the other hand, it's also very easy to use the old crystal ball of hindsight and say 'We should or shouldn't have done this or that.' However, we seem to have put the right leadership in place and most of military units have been there at least once but most importantly, the soldiers and Marines on the front lines, the grunts, have multiple tours and invaluable experience fighting and killing AQI. They aren't the fierce, fleeting dedicated enemy ghosts they once were. The Iraqis realize that AQI is basically a criminal enterprise (blackmarket gas, murder and intimidation) and not some pure islamic group fighting for a better Iraq so they tell us info about who and where they are. AQI is on the run, fighting for their survival while we are doing what we do best.