Thursday, November 6, 2014

A few predictions and a word to remember.

   I waited a couple of days before blogging to let my "political high" die down a bit.
   Now that the "high" is down, time to ask some serious questions and gaze intently into my crystal ball.
  Here's a few predictions:
   1: From now to Jan 2nd, Obama is going to go batshit crazy. He has two months to ramrod whatever he can of his socialist/pro-Islamic agenda down our throats before a new Congress and Senate takes over,
   2: Obama will have to replace Attorney General Holder before the current rubber-stamp Senate leaves and the GOP-controlled Senate takes over in January. If he doesn't, the new AG will be questioned on what would he do to investigate the scandals of the past 6 years.
   3: Expect a FLOOD of executive orders. Obama will try executive ordering things while he still has a rubber-stamp Senate. It will be his last chance to do much of anything without opposition.
   Once the new GOP-controlled House and Senate convenes, the ball is in their court.
   A few more predictions:
   4: Don't expect miracles. It takes 67 votes to override a veto or impeach Obama. While the GOP/Tea Party victories were awesome, we simply don't have enough votes. Short of His Royal Islamic Highness molesting his kids on the White House lawn in front of the media, he's pretty much home-free.
   5: Expect to see SOME legislative movement in the Senate. Bills Harry Reid didn't put on the floor will get at least a hearing. GOOD bills will get a vote and then the ball is in Obama's court. If he vetoes it, he better have a damned good reason WHY. "Just because" isn't good enough.
   6: I've heard Harry Reid might not have enough votes to be the MINORITY leader. His "non-action" on the aforementioned bills cost many Democrat Senators their elections because they didn't have a chance to vote on issues and show their stuff.
   7: I would not be surprised if Reid changes the procedural rules to stop a fillibuster. At one time, it took 60 votes to end a filibuster. Harry Reid changed it to "majority vote only" so the Democrats could end filibusters and "get on with business." Expect Reid to change it back before the GOP can take over again.
   8: Expect NO gun control bills to even get sent to committee for the next two years. The GOP knows not to screw with the 2nd Amendment. I do expect Chairman MAObama to try pushing for it and resorting to executive orders to get it. (maybe this will slow down demand for ammunition and reloading components!)
  9: Expect the Democrats to start plotting/planning, etc on how to regain what they threw away. Expect them to do everything they can to obstruct and block progress.
   10: Think Obama is "toxic" now? Give him two years of not signing bills passed by the House and Senate. His fundraising abilities will dwindle as will his popularity. Showing up in battleground states cost him the Senate. When the Presidential campaign season kicks off, his stumping for a candidate will be the kiss of death.
   The word Obama should remember is MANDATE.
   Obama says "his Mandate" is bigger (2/3 of voters did not vote).
   If it was so big, why is he suddenly talking about "compromise"?
   The word is MANDATE.
   The people have given the GOP a MANDATE to fix broken government.


Monday, November 3, 2014

Can you waste your vote?

   I have to ask this question: Can someone waste their vote? Some say a cast vote isn't wasted. I disagree. Why?
  When a voter votes for a certain party because "It's a family tradition" or "My family has always voted _________", it shows a lack of thinking on their part. They are perfectly willing to let someone else do their political thinking for them. Thus, in my mind, they aren't voting for themselves, but how their family tells them to vote. They've let themselves become lemmings.
 When a voter votes for __________ because their favorite celebrity says to, they reveal their stupidity. To those people who listen to celebrities, I say this; LOSERS!
  Why do I say LOSERS? God only knows what their motivation for voting is. I perceive that some of them will rush right out and vote for ____________ in the vain hope their favorite celebrity will notice and shower some sort of carnal reward on them. Bunch of dumbasses.
  When you vote for someone else because someone else says you should, you're not voting for yourself. You don't know if that person making said recommendation even knows what the hell they're talking about!
  When you vote for someone based on looks (yes, I know one gal who voted for Clinton in 1992 because he was "cute", then freaked because his proposed tobacco tax would (and did) put her tobacco-farming hubby out of business). With plastic surgery, an idiot can be made to look Presidential. For all you know, you just elected a handsome idiot to office!
  Some people say "What if I don't vote because I don't approve of the candidates?"
  Fair question. I've sat out a few elections because I thought both candidates were lowlife scum who needed a bullet rather than a vote. There IS a difference between not voting, and not having someone to vote for.
  If you have nobody worth voting for, then don't vote. If you don't vote because "it's inconvenient", then you wasted your vote.
 So how do you waste your vote? Casting an uninformed vote is a wasted vote. Casting a BLIND "one party vote" is a wasted vote also. Voting for a candidate based on looks is wasting your vote.
  The best way to cast your vote is to GET INFORMED on the candidates and issues. THEN vote. Don't waste your vote.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Voter ID and Voter Fraud

   T-minus 8 days 5 hours and a few minutes until the greatest display of individual freedom begins.
   Election Day 2014.
   For me, it looks like the sunrise after an eternal night. Where angry citizens turn out in massive numbers and vote Republican/Tea Party to oust the Democrats in a fair, equal election.
   I cannot use the words "Democrat" "Fair" and "Election" in the same sentence and keep a straight face.
   There are already DOCUMENTED instances of voter fraud, all of it favoring Democrats. A ballot-box was stuffed by a DEMOCRAT. Here's the link to the video. Democrat Ballot Box Stuffer
   You can bet your ass if this was a Republican or Tea Party ballot box stuffer, Eric Holder would be all over it like stink on s**t. But since it benefits Democrats, he says nothing.
   Think this is an isolated incident? Here's another, in Chicago, IL. A voting machine was "calibrated" to turn GOP votes into Democrat votes. Here's the link: Voting Machine Fraud
   Once again, if the GOP/Tea Party was behind such antics, Attorney General Eric Holder would have the FBI, Federal Election Commission and every media outlet in the world in Chicago and trying to blame the Tea Party/GOP for it.
   Since such antics help Democrats, Eric Holder is going to keep quiet and do nothing.
   To the readers, I say, "Keep your eyes open" and report ANY and ALL suspicious activities at the voting booth to local, state and Federal officials. We, THE PEOPLE, must do all we can to ensure each vote is counted as it was cast.
   There are many ways to steal an election, and a standard Democrat technique is adding voters to the rolls. Doesn't matter if they are eligible to vote or not. They MUST do this to offset disillusioned Democrats who don't vote or vote GOP.
   This is why they despise Voter ID laws.
   The concept is simple. You show up at the polling place and present proof of residency. A driver's license is the most common form of ID presented as it shows the person's face AND address. Most adults have a driver's license, so it's no problem.
   Yet according to the Democrats, voter ID laws do nothing but make it harder for minorities to vote.

   The poor, downtrodden minorities cannot be expected to exercise their vote (sniffle).
   Ask how those downtrodden minorities get to/from work. Chances are, they have a car. Therefore they must have a driver's license. As renewing or changing address on a driver's license is done at the courthouse/DMV, the "oppressed minority" can use the opportunity to register to vote via "Motor Voter" bill. Doesn't cost extra.
   Ask how those poor, abused souls (violins) manage to get a house, utilities, and a job without proper ID.
  Or how they managed to get one of the many forms of Federal assistance (welfare, unemployment, etc.) without ID.
   Clearly, "disenfranchising minorities" is nothing more than the empty whining of a party desperate to hold onto power, even if it means crapping on the Constitution and everything our great nation stands for.
   Voter fraud and crapping on America are great Democrat traditions.
   Time to put an end to it.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Democrats Don't Get it!

Been a while since I blogged, so time to rev up the verbal chainsaw and shove the bar where it needs to go.
Today's verbal target: Barack Hussein Obama, aka IL Douche or His Royal Islamic Highness.
Reason: Military budget cuts.

   Today, General Raymond Odierno, the Army Chief of Staff said America needs to rethink defense cuts and the military budget. Here's the link:U.S. Army Getting Too Small

   Now that you've read it, here's my opinion.
   The first responsibility of ANY government is to protect its borders, embassies and national interests.
   Pay attention, Barack. School is in session.
   Repeat after me. "A leader is responsible for what his subordinates do or fail to do."
   We sure could use a properly sized, trained, equipped and balanced military right about now. Our borders are WIDE open. Il Douche does not want to discuss BENGHAZI (and how we "could not get there in time"). Our national interests are under attack. WHO is ultimately responsible for national security?
   The Commander in Chief, Barack Hussein Obama.

   Since His Royal Islamic Highness does not have a military background, I will do my best to educate him in what a proper military consists of.

   America must have a properly sized military. To my mind, a properly sized military means you have sufficient units to handle whatever national commitments you make without "breaking the troops."
   Example: If we send a division to Iraq, there needs to be a total of two divisions "earmarked" for the mission. One division on the ground. One resting, refitting, and gearing up for the deployment. It's that simple.

  Properly trained means each unit is thoroughly and expertly trained for its designated mission. NO CUTTING CORNERS.
   EXAMPLE: Army tankers, MOS19K. Each tanker receives extensive training as part of "One Station Unit Training" that turns out properly trained tankers after 12 weeks.
   When the new tanker joins his unit, he is assigned to a crew and trains exclusively with them in simulators. He will work on his tank and master his job.
   When the tank crew goes to the field, they will drive in all conditions and fire all weapons. This is EXPENSIVE, but you can only teach so much in a simulator. You MUST get your hands dirty, disturb the local wildlife and make loud noises.
   Politicians MUST refrain from deciding to cut training budgets. Marksmanship and vehicle use are often the first cut. You wind up with tank crews who can't hit the broad side of a barn and who can't employ their vehicles tactically. Crews that fail these standards are known as DEAD. I bet if politician's kids were in those tanks, training standards would stay high and there would be a decent budget for training.

   The troops MUST have the best equipment available and the money to maintain it properly. I'm not talking about buying every gee-whiz device on the market. I'm talking about giving the troops the best equipment available to perform the mission.
   EXAMPLE: M1 Abrams tank.
   During the Cold War, we figured we would be fighting off hordes of Soviet tanks in Europe. As those Communist baby-bangers had 50,000 tanks, we had to have BETTER tanks to offset their numerical superiority.
   Thus, the Army said "we NEED a new tank," gathered experienced tankers who came up with the "ideal" tank. Naturally, the civilians balked at the concept of spending millions PER tank. The Abrams is NOT fuel-efficient, and the politicians on the LEFT side of the aisle freaked because their "experts" from the LEFT side of society said the Abrams couldn't do what its designers said it could.
   Cost of training would be frightful because the Abrams was not merely a new tank--it pretty much revolutionized the concept of tank warfare. The Left wing grumbled, tried to get budget cuts, tried to get the Abrams program ended, etc.
   Desert Storm shut up the critics. The Abrams superior range, electronics and mechanical reliability ate the Iraqi Army's tanks for a snack. Having that tank (and other awesome weapons) is one reason American casualties were incredibly low.

   Now we will discuss "properly-balanced" forces.
   To my mind, "properly-balanced" means one service is not overly favored or neglected. A superpower like the United States cannot afford to throw too much money at one service--or neglect any. Each service plays a vital role and neglecting a service in favor of the "theory of the week" will bite America in the ass in the end.
   EXAMPLE: After WW2, it was believed atomic weapons would be able to adequately safeguard America from the Communists. The Air Force was given the responsibility for providing the nuclear umbrella. When the Korean War started, the nearest unit, the 24th Infantry Division was the occupation force in Japan. They did not have money to train for war and when they went to Korea, they paid for the politician's budget cuts in blood. Air power alone did not stop the North Koreans and Chinese forces. It took ground forces with air and naval support to stop the invasion.

   As Democrats clearly don't "get it," it falls to we, the people to elect leaders who DO get it.
   When you go to the polls this November 4th, remember one silent lesson from history.

    Those that do not prepare for war often become slaves of those who do prepare for war.


Saturday, July 5, 2014

A snippet from The Legion Way

   Dramatis Personnae:
   Colonel Carol Obermeyer, CO of the advisory detachment. A no-nonsense professional, she is absolutely ruthless in action.
   Major Mark Thanos, XO of the detachment. An ex-Sergeant Major, he knows the business.

Two years after Patriarch Fiutti announced the Unification Doctrine, Colmar’s president became enamored with the idea of elite divisions led by the finest citizens available to take the war to the Progressives. He promptly ordered each Cabinet member to recruit a division they would be honorary commander of. The fledgling army equipped and trained the divisions, then presented the division to the person who raised it for a final inspection. As time progressed, the ceremony transitioned from a formal inspection to a parade designed to inspire and reassure the civilians they protected all was well.
   With a rare break in the brutal weather, what better occasion could provide the perfect backdrop for the Vice President to formally announce his candidacy for President?


   Vice President Aubin looked at the rows of parked tanks with pride. “I hear the new Crusaders are reaching the field.”
   “Yes, sir,” General Goudeau said brightly. “The first seventeen are in V Company, our experimental combined arms company. We are outfitting two companies a day. By summer, the Crusaders will be our primary tank with the Defenders being converted to mobile artillery. We will have qualitative superiority when we go on the offense next season.”
   "Do we have time before my speech and the blessing to see them?"
   "Yes, sir," General Pasquier said grandly.
   “Let us see what they look like,” Aubin said brightly.
   "This way, sir," General Pasquier said and motioned towards the back of the motor pool.
   Cardinal-General Hedouin said a prayer at the sight of the tanks. Blessed Father, please don't let him look up.
   Goudeau's jaw dropped at the sight of the smaller, multi-colored Crusaders amongst the rows of large brown Defenders. He walked around the first tank with Aubin and took in the differences indicating Visigoth Company was more than parade ready.
   The original design lacked shields for the external machineguns. V Company’s machineguns were protected by thick shields. Spare road wheels and track sections were bolted to brackets under the turret handrails for extra protection. A thick slab of curved steel with drain holes in the base protected the turret ring, historically the weakest part of the tank.
   The traditional radio antenna pennants were replaced by a pair of crossed, blood-dripping battleaxes painted on the center rear of each turret. Unlike their pristine brown brethren, the paint jobs were scuffed, yet the vehicles looked well-maintained. Aubin walked to the front of the first tank to see several sections of spare track bolted to the sloping armor under the driver’s periscope. A smaller pair of painted battleaxes adorned each left front fender.
   Aubin looked up at the multicolored barrel, his eye drawn to the bore evacuator.
   “Oh. My. God,” Obermeyer mouthed softly enough for Thanos to hear as she looked at the names of the tanks painted on the other bore evacuators with dull black paint. Tight Spot, Ramrod, Multiple Ohhhs, Fear-starter, Psycho, Warmonger, Mother Fokker, Serenity, Virgin-breakers, 5 guys in a Tank, Browncoat, Death-dealer, Babe Magnet, Cunning Lingus, Mayhem, War Wizard, Loose Screw, Saber, Infidel, Slam-dunk, Dr. Feel-good, Screamer, World-shaker and Disgruntled.
   “Do you know what ‘Usufruct?’ sounds like?”
   “Yes, sir,” General Goudeau said as he fought to keep a straight face. “It is a Latin legal term.”
   Aubin harrumphed and looked at the names. ‘What does ‘Cunning Lingus’ mean?”
   “I don’t know, sir,” Goudeau said blandly.
   “Most of these names are unacceptable. We are the Army of God! Dalphon, write those names down."
   "Yes, sir,” Dalphon said and pulled out a small notebook.
   "Who is the heretic who authorized this--this--heresy?"
   "Major Walker, sir. One of the Alliance advisors," Goudeau said quickly. "I told him to make V Company combat ready any way he saw fit."
   "There is a difference between that and this! He's gone too far! I will set him straight after I finish my speech! Dalphon, make sure those names are spelled properly!"
   Thanos discretely stepped behind Usufruct and laughed into his hand at the sight of V Company’s armored personnel carriers. Penetrator, Excelsior, Vampire, Oracle, Party Animals, Vicious Mudder, Pontius Pilate and the Naildrivers, Freudian Slip, Harvester, Sane Maniac, Prog’s Nightmare, Revenge, Boom-boom, Ben Dover, God Rules!, Gratuitous Violence, Purfekt Spellerz, Bouncer, Ball-breaker and Heaven-bound announced the infantry’s choice of names. Aubin’s diatribe renewed itself as he discovered the radical naming scheme included the company's support vehicles parked alongside the Crusaders. He appeared most distraught over the recovery vehicle named ‘Happy Hooker.’
   Thanos laughed into his hand again and regained his composure. Do you really think the troops go into battle singing ‘Onward, Christian Soldiers’ and thinking of Mom, God and apple pie when they fight? Soldiers are soldiers and this is the first sign you have some fighting soldiers in your army! He turned and rejoined the group unnoticed, his face a mottled red.
   Aubin pointed to Usufruct's barrel. “Colonel Obermeyer, is this the way the Alliance Army does business?”
   “Sir, yes, sir,” Colonel Obermeyer said promptly. “Actually, these are tame. It depends on the unit commander.”
   “Tame? Can you imagine their radio chatter? ‘Five guys in a tank Ramrod, Tight Spot.’ ‘Disgruntled Psycho Warmonger stop when you see Virtuous Mayhem.’ ‘Babe Magnet, Usufruct’?” Aubin raged and threw up his hands, too distraught to notice the barely-hidden grins from his aides. The aides were uniformly grateful the press wasn’t there to record Aubin’s meltdown and show the citizens back home how far their sons, brothers and fathers strayed from God by painting such blasphemies on their vehicles!
   “Where are the crosses? How can we identify ourselves to the infidels as God’s Army?”
   “The crosses are on the turrets. They’re painted in different colors,” Goudeau said and pointed to Usufruct's dappled gray turret. "You have to look close to see them."
   “Ahhh,” Aubin said and studied the multicolored cross. “So it doesn’t give a common thing to look for?”
   “Yes, sir. Actually, it’s quite clever. Our traditional white crosses help the enemy locate our tanks outside of winter.”
   “Goudeau has a future in politics when the war is over,” Obermeyer said softly to Thanos.
   “What are those stripes for?” Aubin asked and pointed to Usufruct’s barrel.
   “Kill rings. One for each tank destroyed by the crew. Nine,” Goudeau said.
   “I can count,” Aubin said.
   “Your thoughts?” Obermeyer said softly to Thanos.
   “I think it’s time I have a serious talk with that boy.”


   Aubin surveyed the sea of dark brown uniforms as Avenger Company of the God’s Fist Battalion passed in review. He allowed himself a faint smile of recognition at the sight of Kevin Laroche, a distant nephew who recently became Avenger Company’s officer commanding. He looked at each company’s men as they marched past the reviewing stand.
   The smile dropped off his face.
   “Eyes, right!” Jon bellowed and executed a salute with his saber, facing Aubin squarely instead of deferentially bowing his head as the other company commanders had.
   The Legion bows only to God.
   As V Company marched past, Aubin noted not one estate patch was visible, and with the exception of its commander in his green uniform and funny black hat, the unit looked as smart as any. He remembered the unauthorized modifications to the tanks and the heretical names. If this offworlder wasn’t stopped, “his” Division would be infected with concepts going beyond the battlefield and threaten centuries of societal stability for Alcinor.


   After the Vice President’s Review, V Company stood in proud formation in front of their barracks.
   “You looked good out there,” Jon said proudly.
   “Master Sergeant, front and center!”
   Mikloth ran forward, stopped two paces in front of Jon and saluted.
   Jon returned the salute with a grin. “Let’s get the weapons turned in and feed these starving Visigoths. Issue off-post passes for all except the cold-start crews and the Charge of Quarters. I think we’ll skip morning PT for once and start work at zero eight thirty.”
   “Yes, sir!” Mikloth saluted and took charge of the company as the officers went inside. “On the command of ‘Fall out,’ get those weapons turned in and prepare for evening chow. Fall out!”
   “MAKING WAR IS FUN, WHOO!” the Visigoths shouted and broke ranks.


   Jon sat in his office and studied Cold War armored tactics on his Journcomp.
   “Company, ten-hut!” Thanos bellowed.
   Jon placed the journal/computer in a deep desk drawer before he stepped out the door in time to see Aubin, Goudeau, Pasquier, Obermeyer and Thanos walking down the hallway past the stunned soldiers locked at rigid attention.
   Jon walked up to them and saluted. “Good afternoon, Mister Vice President.”
   “Sir, this is Major Walker, the company commander,” Obermeyer said, her dark button eyes flashing a warning to her subordinate.
   “Major Walker,” Aubin said coldly, oblivious to the stares of the men. “Let us converse.”
   “May I suggest my office?” Jon said and turned to the nearest man. “Private Caleb, snag good chairs from the XO and Master Sergeant’s offices and bring them to my office pronto.”
   “Yes, sir!” Private Caleb said and fled down the hallway.
   Aubin looked at the odd black paint by the door and recessed lighting. “What is this for?”
   “This is the ‘wall crawl’, a physical-conditioning exercise. You lay flat on the floor with your hands and feet touching the black. You apply pressure and walk up the wall, down the hallway to the far end and down the wall. Everyone in the company does this once a day.
   “A friend of mine named Henri Valier did it over a seventy-meter wide tank of molten sulphur to rescue high-value hostages. The exercise builds confidence and lowers the fear of heights. We also use it as a trust-building exercise. Four men, picked at random, walk underneath. The man doing the wall crawl will let go without warning and trust the men to catch him. We’ve never had a dropped man, even when we put those who didn’t get along with the climber underneath,” Jon said proudly as Caleb and another soldier brought the chairs into Jon’s office at the far end of the hallway.
   Jon motioned for the seniors to enter the office first. “Would you like some coffee?” he asked as he closed the door.
   “No,” Aubin said curtly and took a seat in front of Jon’s desk and studied the short Major. “I just gave a speech telling my citizens our soldiers are eager for peace. The media heard your silly little ‘making war is fun’ chant on the parade field. You made me look like a liar. I want to know why you think making war is fun, son.”
   Jon flared at the ‘son’ reference. There was only one man who could call Jon that and Aubin wasn’t it. Obermeyer’s guarded look warned him not to pursue that.
   “Compared to what I put my men through, making war is fun. The training they’ve received is harder than war. That paid off when the company avenged itself at Tuscany,” Jon said firmly, yet respectfully. “We destroyed a bridge, screwed the crossroads up for at least a week, shelled Tuscany’s support facilities and took out three companies of tanks like a knife through hot butter. We didn’t lose a man doing it. That is what professional planning, tough training, solid discipline and a little ‘creative craziness’--our slang for thinking outside the box or doing the unexpected--will get you.”
   “You are taking your men--my citizens--down a path that will lead to their eternal damnation.”
   “Do you know how I came to command this company?”
   “I could let the company wallow in self-pity after Poleis’ execution and follow the same beaten path that would let it be destroyed again. Or I could make them the meanest sons of bitches on the battlefield, bar none. This was the only way I could do it quickly enough to be of use to Colmar this season.”
   “What does chanting, ‘Making war is fun, whoo!’ get you? Recognition that you and your men are a bunch of warmongering psychotics?”
   “A friend of mine used that line to call attention to himself in battle. The enemy focused on him rather than their mission. His self-sacrifice saved millions of lives that day. I told the troops about him, so the chant isn’t just a bunch of pseudo-hardass psychology. They seek to emulate his level of professionalism and dedication. The men adopted his words as their chant.”
   “I do not believe it,” Aubin scoffed.
   “Call the first soldier you see in here and ask him about Sergeant Rolf Andersen.”
   Goudeau looked at Aubin and opened the door. “Lance Corporal, come here!”
   Lance Corporal David stepped in and rendered a sharp salute. “Sir, Lance Corporal David, second season, reporting as ordered, sir!”
   Goudeau returned David’s salute. “How long have you been with the company?” Aubin asked from his chair.
   David turned his head to face Aubin. “Sir, since it was reformed under Major Walker, sir.”
   “Tell me about this Andersen fellow.”
   “Sergeant Rolf Andersen was killed in action August of 2562, at the Valley of the Lions on Umoja. He was awarded the Alliance’s Gold Medal of Valor--the equivalent of the Colmaran Medal of Heroism. His unit was facing a regiment and thousands of armed civilians. In time, the rebels broke the front line. While the Alliance forces tried to contain the breach, Sergeant Andersen placed his vehicle in a tactically advantageous, yet exposed position for the purpose of using his close-in weapons.”
   “Where did the line of, ‘Making war is fun, whoo!’ come from?” Aubin asked.
   “Sir, those were Andersen’s last known words. When the insurgents broke through, Andersen said those words on the vehicle’s public address system to call attention to himself and opened fire. The Umojans stopped trying to exploit the breach and focused on killing him because his fire was so effective. His action bought just enough time for his unit to contain the breach. The rebels were unable to break the line a second time. The rebels lost their will to fight that night and never fought effectively again. Less than two weeks later, the Umojan Revolt ended when the Legion Division destroyed the last major turncoat unit and captured the leaders,” David said.
   “I see. Thank you,” Aubin said.
   “Dismissed,” Goudeau said. David saluted and left the room.
   “Nice little story,” Aubin said disdainfully. “What other heresies have you been teaching them? Kill ‘em all and let God sort ‘em out?”
   “I’ll show you,” Jon said and stepped into the hallway. “Company formation in the street right now! Don’t worry if you’ve already turned in your weapon. Move!”
   “Give them a few moments to get outside,” Goudeau said to Aubin.
   “Yes, I remember,” Aubin said with a smile. “Trampling is a hazard.”
   Jon turned and looked out the window as Mikloth chivvied the men into formation. “They’re ready to show you what I’ve taught them.”
   A moment later, Jon stood in front of the company. Behind him stood Aubin, Pasquier, Goudeau, Obermeyer and Thanos.
   “Visigoths! What is our Code of Honor?”
   The company responded in one loud voice commanding passersby to halt and learn from them.
   “We are soldiers serving Colmar with honor and fidelity!
   “All Colmaran soldiers are brothers in arms, regardless of class and worthy of our loyalty. We will strive to be worthy of their loyalty.
   “We respect our traditions and superiors. Discipline, competence and unswerving loyalty are our strengths. Love of God, courage and honesty are our virtues.
   “We are proud of being Colmaran soldiers! Our modest, correct behavior displays our pride and will always bring honor to the Army. We will always present a sharp appearance.
   “We consider our weapons, vehicles and personal equipment our most precious possessions. We will constantly maintain our physical, mental and moral fitness for combat and will help our brothers in arms do the same. We will strive to perfect our knowledge of the art and science of war.
   “We will fight the enemy in accordance with military law. When we receive a mission, we will prepare for it thoroughly and execute it professionally, regardless of the risk of our lives.
   “In combat, we will act without passion or hatred. We will respect vanquished enemies. We will safeguard all noncombatants. We choose to die before we surrender ourselves, our wounded, our dead, our colors or our equipment!”
   “Master Sergeant! Take charge, get the weapons turned in. Continue chow prep.”
   “Yes, sir!” Mikloth said and saluted.
   Jon lead the dignitaries into his office and closed the door.
   “MAKING WAR IS FUN, WHOO!” the company bellowed and broke formation.
   Goudeau offered a faint, hopeful smile to Jon as he took his seat. Obermeyer’s eyes barely hid her surprise in learning the Legion believed in more than glorious, redeeming death in battle.
   “That display was impressive, I will admit. But the ‘Code of Honor’ won’t hold up in combat. I know,” Aubin said, alluding to his lone season of service.
   “The Code of Honor is the ideal the Legion Division lives by. Some parts are easy to live up to. Some are not. But the Code of Honor has been used by the Legion for the past seven hundred years. To my personal knowledge there has never been an atrocity attributed to the Legion.”
   “Seven hundred years?”
   “Yes, sir. Seven hundred years ago France formed the Foreign Legion as a means to get unemployed foreigners out of France. When France joined the Alliance of Man, they ceded the Foreign Legion with the condition the unit traditions would never change. One of those traditions is the Code of Honor. On Camerone Day, the entire division recites it as one to show we proudly honor the traditions of our predecessors. I reworded the Code of Honor for the company because it perfectly defines what Colmar has the right to demand of its soldiers.”
   “I fear you are bringing great evil with your teachings. You are teaching our people how to kill in job lots and glorifying the slaughter.”
   “Do you really think all war is evil?”
   “There is no think, it is.”
   “I will agree it is evil to make war when the object is conquest and slaughter. To be willing to risk your life and health to make war when the object is truly restoring peace, freeing and protecting the innocent and righting a just wrong is one of the highest moral callings a man can take. I know because I’ve served on a planet where a pinprick in a suit often meant death or disfigurement. I volunteered for the duty because the toxic chemicals we defended could kill millions. I fought religious terrorists for three years on a desert world. I saw my last action two years ago on Umoja, restoring peace after a contested election. All that time, I comforted myself in the knowledge I was restoring peace, saving lives and protecting the innocent on both sides,” Jon said and stepped into the hallway. “Sergeant Tolbert, get Padre Gouliot here on the double, with his Bible.”
   “Sir!” Tolbert said and rushed off.
   “What is this?” Aubin said.
   Jon closed the door and returned to his chair. “Many commanders minister to the men in the field. The day I took command of V Company, I was cleaning out Poleis’ desk and learned of this spiritual duty. As an Alliance officer, I cannot minister to your men and requested the Army assign a chaplain to us. To establish my moral fitness to command, I called the company together and professed my faith in God. I explained my path is slightly different from theirs, but we are all heading to a better future. Would you believe they accepted my word and applauded my courage to witness in front of them?” Jon turned and plucked a thick black book with a fading gold asterisk on its spine from a shelf.
   “This is my Church’s version of the Bible, called The Book of Cleansing. It contains both Old and New Testaments, a newer Testament we call ‘The Book of Cleansing’ and an index so we can find comfort and solace quickly,” Jon said and opened it to the index.
   “What does The Book of Cleansing--the Testament--cover?” Aubin asked.
   “It is essentially a Testament addressing modern topics not covered in the original Testaments,” Jon said as the door rattled.
   “Enter!” Jon said.
   “You wanted to see me, sir?” Gouliot said.
   “Yes, Padre,” Jon said. “Do you recall the Biblical quotation you read to us when the company formed?”
   “Yes, sir.”
   “Would you please recite it for us?”
   Gouliot opened his Bible and found the line. He cleared his throat and looked at Aubin. “A partial quotation from Judges three, verse two. ‘Teach them war, at least such as before nothing knew thereof’.”
   Jon turned to a page in the gilt-edged book on his desk. “From the Book of Cleansing, Tabitha thirty, verse sixteen. ‘Gather those who are fit and set the hardest tasks and tests before them to prepare for battle. The Righteous who have prepared themselves will succeed in restoring God’s Peace,’” Jon said and closed the Book.
   “I was chosen for my experience and knowledge of mechanized warfare. This assignment dovetails with one of the keystones of my religion; to protect, enhance and restore justice and peace wherever I can. When Colonel Obermeyer recruited me, she said the Alliance needed me to teach war to a friendly country facing defeat. I accepted her challenge because that is my duty to God and the Alliance.”


   After Aubin, Obermeyer and Goudeau left the company area, Jon locked his door and sat behind his desk. “Are these people so sensitive words upset them?” he said aloud and took a bottle of Glenlivet out of his desk drawer and poured a shot into a metal canteen cup. “Your lessons will be taught, Miru-san,” he said and raised the cup in memory of his dead mentor, then downed the whisky.
   He put the bottle away, pulled the Journcomp out from the desk drawer and resumed his study of Cold War tank tactics.


   “General, I have a problem that needs your delicate touch,” Aubin told Pasquier.
   “Yes, sir?”
   “I cannot ask for Walker’s replacement because he enjoys the subtle protection of General Goudeau and President Simoneau. I fear he is giving the serfs dangerous ideas of equality and freedom. What was Goudeau thinking when he confirmed a foreigner and infidel as the commander?”
   “He saw the men responded to Walker’s plea for calm when they refused Poleis’ order to get into the tanks.”
   “Lucien Poleis and I grew up together,” Aubin said. “When his serfs return home after the season, they will talk of his son’s execution and create unrest on his estate. That unrest will guarantee I cannot select the most-qualified man I know to be my running mate.”
   “I know.”
   “Some of Walker’s ideas are too radical. Treat serfs and nobles the same as freemen?”
   “His ideas are radical, but his techniques are effective. When I learned V Company was to be the experimental combined-arms company, I directed Personnel to send as many serfs from the more liberal estates as possible to his company to prevent the spread of his social radicalism.”
   “That is not good enough because the freemen in his unit are contaminated by his ideas,” Aubin said and looked around. “Visigoth Company must die so our way of life can continue. If they think making war is fun, give them all the fun they can handle.”

Saturday, June 28, 2014

A new snippet from "The Legion Way."

   I'm taking a short break from the writing, and going to post what I've rewritten for the hell of it.

   BACKSTORY: When the Alliance of Man formed its army in the early 22nd century, they asked member nations to cede units. France ceded the Foreign Legion on the condition its methods AND traditions would never change.
   In the year 2564, the non-Alliance planet of Alcinor is at war. The religious, feudalistic-leaning nation of Colmar needs advice to defeat the Socialist-Progressive Union, pseudo-religious Communist trash hellbent on enslaving Colmar. The problem is that they use WW2 technology and few soldiers know anything about it.
   The Alliance sends 42 Special Purpose Forces "operators" and Jon Walker, an expert in ancient firearms to advise and train the Colmarans.
   After an inept company is slaughtered, the company commander is executed and Jon is put in command. Jon teaches his company The Legion Way.
   It's been several hours since Jon took over.
   “Colonel, we need to talk,” Perry said.
   “What do you have?”
   “There are serious problems brewing, not just for Walker, but for all of us.”
   “Explain,” Obermeyer said, reaching for a pencil.
   “You might not want to keep records,” Perry said cautiously.
   Obermeyer leaned back. “Tell me.”
   “While going through some paperwork, I’ve learned Simoneau and Aubin do not get along at all. Two platoon leaders from the President’s Own Division received ‘alignment transfers’ two weeks ago and were sent here. My counterpart says that happens when an officer’s politics don’t match the politics of the ceremonial commander. Such officers are held in suspicion by the gaining unit as they are believed to be political spies sent to make the ceremonial commander look bad. Given the fact Poleis’ father is Aubin’s buddy, the transfer could create distrust in the chain of command.”
   “Why were they sent to V Company?”
   “As I understand the concept, when a soldier joins one of the premier units of the Colmaran Army, First Brigade gets first dibs. If the replacement is considered unacceptable, Second Brigade can have him if they want him.”
   “And Third gets what’s left,” Obermeyer said, shaking her head. “How did Poleis wind up in Third Brigade?”
   “Given his family name and importance, Poleis should’ve been assigned to the Lord’s Own. I think he was put in Third to keep him out of harm’s way while Aubin prepares for his campaign. Putting his running mate’s son in the reserve brigade of a designated reserve division--since reserves sometimes go to the front--helps the candidate’s campaign later and shows there is no favoritism.”
   “He was assigned where Poleis’ father could say his son was actively serving, but in reality, he wasn’t supposed to be exposed to danger at all. Someone’s career just came to a screeching halt for letting this happen. What else?”
   “The paperwork further confirms weak leadership was a contributing factor to V Company’s failure. For instance, one platoon leader was a drunk who received a rehab transfer from the God’s Fist Battalion. Another was fresh from the Military College on his initial assignment. He’d been in the unit less than a week. The only seasoned officer was the Executive Officer, but hadn’t been in the unit long enough to establish a decent rapport with Poleis or the men. I would venture there was a little noble-freeman discord between Poleis and the previous XO and it carried over. There was a negative counseling statement for ‘questioning the chain of command’ dated the day before V Company went to Tuscany. Sounds like Walker wasn’t the only one who questioned the operation.
   “I got a look at the company’s training records. They did no training in anything useful whatsoever. Failing to train is training to fail, and that’s exactly what happened at Tuscany. Poleis got what he deserved. The men deserved better.”
   “How is Walker taking his new status?”
   “He’s not letting it get him down, that’s for sure.”
   “How would you characterize Walker’s demeanor? Nervous? Eager? Dreading the work? What?”
   “I’d say generally positive. I came in, made a joke, he gave me a quick brief on what he’d learned since he took command and said, ‘other than that, everything’s peachy-keen’. Seems like he’s focusing on his job and not his upcoming divorce. Did say he was a touch tired, having had only what, three, four hours sleep?”
   “About that,” Obermeyer confirmed. “Anything out of place going on over there?”
   “He’s moving somewhat cautiously, but focusing on the right things. Getting the heat in the barracks fixed, making sure the troops have coffee at the wash racks, arranging inventory of the dead men’s effects, cleaning and securing weapons, that sort of thing. He has the senior NCO--a Sergeant--doing the Master Sergeant’s job for the moment. I’d say all in all, he’s moving in the right direction.”
   “Think he’ll get the company ready before spring thaw?”
   “I’m not sure. That company has some real issues.”


   After the company ate chow, Jon went to the Blenheim Open Officer’s Mess for a stiff drink and solid meal before heading to bed. Jon handed the attendant his field cap and parka.
   “Captain Abner would like a moment of your time at your earliest convenience,” the attendant said.
   “Thank you. Where is he?”
   “At the main bar, sir.”
   “Thank you,” Jon said and headed towards the bar.
   Jon chuckled at the sign proclaiming no weapons were permitted in the Mess and ensured his pistol was concealed. Being made a company commander will not win me friends amongst the noble-born, especially if they believe one of their own was executed to make way for me.
   “Hey, Jon!” Abner said brightly and motioned to the bar stool next to his. “Pull up a stool and let me buy you a dozen drinks.”
   “I need it,” Jon sighed and plopped onto the stool. “This has been one of the most fucked up days in my life and that includes my last mission on Kronskye and The Longest Night.”
   “Perry told me about it. Obermeyer is freaking.”
   “You think she’s freaking, imagine how I feel,” Jon said as a white-jacketed bartender stood before them.
   “May I take your order, sir?”
   “Two shots of whisky and a beer,” Jon said.
   “Very good, sir.”
   Abner waited until the bartender hurried off before speaking. “How are your troops taking this?”
   “Which ones?”
   “All of them,” Abner replied.
   “My tank crew is pleased as punch they get to come with me. The survivors of the company are uncertain of their status.”
   “Perry told me to tell you ‘boss’ is an informal, sincere honorific used here. Sort of like when we call lieutenants ‘Ell Tee’ in our army.”
   “That’s good,” Jon said and lowered his voice. “One of my sergeants hinted I might be having issues in the future.”
   “What kind?”
   “Some of the serfs are from Carleton Estate. Now that Carleton doesn’t have a son, he might take out his mad on their families unless the survivors frag me the first chance they get. Or he might come after me himself. That’s gonna be a factor to consider.”
   “You packing?”
   “I’d be crazy not to,” Jon said.
   “Man, I thought I had it rough with my counterpart,” Abner said and took a deep drink. “He’s one of those who would be happier if his men went into battle with a sling and a pouch full of stones as primary weapons and the jawbone of an ass for up close and personal. How he got to be an officer is totally beyond me. I’ve told Obermeyer about him, and all she says is ‘try harder.’ I’d love to find that magical combination that would get him to accept more advice.”
   Jon nodded and lit a nicstic. “What about his XO? Can you get through to him and have him ‘suggest’ to the CO?”
   Abner turned on his barstool to face Jon. “The XO is a possibility, but I can’t spend all my time working with him. It will be very slow going.”
   “Field-expedient solution; accidental discharge on the rifle range,” Jon said grimly as the bartender returned with the whisky and beer.
   “Put those on my tab, please,” Abner said.
   “Sir, I am obligated to remind you the rules of the Mess state one member cannot pay for multiple drinks for another member of the Mess,” the bartender said to Abner.
   “Really?” Abner said and took the two shots of whisky and poured one shot glass into his beer and one into Jon’s beer. “Place the ingredients for two Irish Car Bombs on my tab; one for me, one for him.”
   “Very good, sir,” the bartender said with a knowing smile and handed the drink tab to Abner.
   “Drink up,” Abner said and signed the bill.
   “Thanks.” Jon picked up the mug and drank half before stopping. “Wow, never had one of these before,” he gasped and wiped his lips on his sleeve. “Good.”
   “You deserve it,” Abner said.
   “If you need help, give me a call. We low-rankers gotta look out for each other.”
   “What’s your company’s status?”
   “I’ll be receiving replacement tanks and crews sometime in the near future.”
   “Do you know your status?”
   “Obermeyer said I was now under the Colmaran chain of command when it came to V Company, but I’m to follow Alliance regs. If I fuck up, It’s her boot that’s going to be put up my ass.”
   “You have another status issue you have to address.”
   “You are neither fish nor fowl. The Colmarans will not see you as one of them, yet you must be one of them, but you cannot be one of them. You, my friend, are caught between two worlds.”


   After preparing his uniform for the next day, Jon sat heavily into his chair and stared at the Journcomp on his desk. Idly he moved his finger on the mouse pad and clicked the icon for the Book of Cleansing.
   After a moment, the holoscreen displayed a brown leather-covered book with a gold cross on its cover. A six-pointed bronze Asterisk rested at the intersection of the cross, a sign God loved His Children so much He sent His Angels to help them in times of need.
   Jon made the sign of the Asterisk on his chest, his fingers touching each point and the center of the Asterisk while he recited, “God is my shield and sword. Ave.”
   He put his hands together, looked at the cross and closed his eyes. He took a deep cleansing breath, and prayed for strength, wisdom, courage and creativity. Ten minutes later, he made the Asterisk and ended his prayer. Tomorrow will come soon enough.


   “Jon-san!” a voice whispered in Jon’s mind. Dream-Jon looked through the gray haze.
   “Check six, Jon-san,” the dream-voice of Miru Nozaki chuckled.
   Dream-Jon spun swiftly and spotted his dead friend and mentor three meters away, wearing a rumpled long-sleeved blue shirt, tiger-striped pants, spit-shined boots and an amused look on his scarred face. “Miru-san?”
   “The one and only,” dream-Miru said warmly.
   “How are you?” dream-Jon asked.
   “I’m fine, Jon-san. Everything here is as advertised. Naomi would be pissed if you got in a hurry to join us. Please don’t get in a hurry.”
   “I won’t,” dream-Jon said. “Tell her I won’t.”
   “I will.”
   “Why are you here?”
   “We don’t have much time, so listen. You know everything you need to know, except for where to start. ‘At the beginning’ is not good enough. The men you will lead into battle need confidence. You must give them that confidence. You know how to do that.”
   “I’m not ready for this. Why me?”
   “Don’t ask me. The Big Guy does things his own way,” dream-Miru quipped with a smile.
   “I’m not going to pump positive energy up your ass until your eyeballs pop, Jon-san. I’m going to give you a reading assignment. The Book of Cleansing, Tabitha thirty, verse sixteen. That is how you will build that confidence. Later.”
   With that, dream-Miru faded into the gray mist.


   Jon opened his eyes and stared at the white plaster ceiling, the dream as vivid as any he’d had. Nervously, he walked across the cold tile floor, sat at the desk and fumbled for a nicstic. His fingers brushed the Journcomp, sitting in ‘idle’ mode. The tiny journal/computer came to life. Jon clicked on the icon for the Book of Cleansing and waited for it to display.
   The cursor blinked patiently in the search engine block. Jon typed the passage number from the Book of Tabitha and waited for it to appear on the screen.
   “Gather those who are fit and set the hardest tasks and tests before them to prepare for battle. The Righteous who have prepared themselves will succeed in restoring God’s Peace,” Jon read aloud and looked upwards.
   “God, thanks for sending Miru to aid me in my time of need. I will heed and obey Your word as it’s written. Ave.”
   Jon closed out the Book of Cleansing, turned on the reading lamp by feel and took a nicstic from its pack.
   After a moment of thought, the new commander of V Company knew God had sent him to Alcinor to teach the Righteous the Legion Way.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Why IRS-Gate should be important TO YOU

   Across America, people are saying, "Why should I be so worried about IRS-Gate?" "I'm not a Tea Party member," "It doesn't affect me."
  It is to these people I address.
  True, you may not be a Tea Party member. This doesn't affect you. But you better be worried about it.
  Americans have rights most nations don't trust their citizens with. First is the freedom of speech.
   In essence, the IRS silenced Tea Party groups by delaying needed tax paperwork these groups needed to legally participate in the election process.
   In short, the government silenced free citizens who wished to make their opinions known, teach the Constitution and writings from noted historical conservative thinkers.
   This silencing not only violated the Constitution, but also broke the law. When the citizens demanded Justice, they received the DC Runaround, complete with denials, press conferences, pleadings of the Fifth, etc.
   Ask yourself what would happen if YOU and a group of friends unlawfully denied a group of people from exercising their rights. You know the answer. You'd be arrested, investigated, slapped with a 'gag' order while 'the anonymous government source' would go on the news and say how much evidence they have against you (to subtly influence potential jurors). Then you would be jailed, fined to the max and your name dragged through the mud.
   Yet the government has a double standard going. Lois Lerner, will receive anywhere from $50,000 to 105,000 dollars in retirement benefits. No jail time. No nothing. No finding out who she worked for. Nothing.
   But the right to participate in the election process remains violated.
   Why should you pay attention to IRS-Gate?
   Two reasons.
   1. What will you do if this happened to YOU?

   The Government, under Barack Obama, made peaceful revolution impossible.
   Unless there is JUSTICE, there will be revolution.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

The American Pressure Cooker (NSFW)

   This has been a rather infuriating week, politically, that is.
   Obama is letting thousands of "DREAMers" (his spin on illegal immigrants) stay in the US and is spending millions of dollars to clothe, house, feed and give them legal aid to STAY in the USA (so their parents can join and become Democrat voters I mean citizens.
   This action alone proves Barack Obama (aka IL DOUCHE) is an anti-American SOB. Barack, if you hate America so much, resign the Presidency, let your pet idiot Joe Biden (aka Jokin' Joe Bidet) finish running America into the ground, and GET THE FUCK OUT, BITCH!
   Take Moochelle and the borrowed offspring with you. Don't come back.
   (checking BP...oh yes, NSFW therapy is working quite nicely. I'll have to do some more!)
  IRS-Gate took a turn for the worse when it was announced that Lois Lerner's hard drive had crashed, and subsequently "recycled" so nobody can see two years of IRS terrorism aimed at Tea Party groups.
  If an ordinary citizen had been subpoenaed for their computer and it subsequently "crashed" and was "recycled," the citizen would have been arrested for tampering with evidence and anything else "The Law" thinks they could make stick.
   But "The Law" is not what it appears to be.
   Forget the stereotypical image of the blindfolded woman holding a scale aloft, symbolizing impartiality and fairness. What we have today is far worse.
   The closest analogy I can come up with on short notice is Roland Friesler.
   After the July 1944 attempt on Hitler's life, Roland Friesler was the chief judge who gleefully sentenced hundreds of men and women to death. He is synonymous with "rubberstamping" If you went before his court, you were humiliated, degraded, then sentenced to death. Real nice guy who should have gotten a bullet. Too bad he went out during an air raid. He would have looked GREAT on the Nuremburg gallows.
   The American people are seeing this pattern of abuse. The American people are getting damned sick and tired of having their rights stripped away, their intelligence insulted, and taxed to death by a government that acts more like a dictatorship.
   To my mind, the Obama Regime actually believes the people LIKE being treated like this, trusts the government and will support them unto death.
   I sincerely believe Obama and his Regime don't realize the extent of what they're doing. I really don't.
  He's putting America into a pressure-cooker with his antics. He believes he's going to get away with it because the media, Eric Holder and Harry Reid will keep any intellectual backlash and legal action from his doorstep.
  But yet he does not command the absolute loyalty of the Armed Forces. Tell them to fight for America, the Armed Forces will go do it. Tell them to stop the rioters at the White House from getting in, they're likely to tell Obama to fuck himself, he's on his own.
   And when the pressure is right and people see there is no justice coming forth they will act and "There will be a Democrat in DC like there was a Nazi in Nuremburg on May 8th 1945"

Wednesday, June 18, 2014


  Hey everyone!
   Sorry for the extended, unintended absence from the Naked Conservative. I'll explain WTF.
   Since January, my life has been crazy, insane, etc. First was a heart attack, not a good sign. Docs said it was one of those "surprise" heart attacks with no warning symptoms, and I was lucky to walk away from it. Fast treatment (less than 35 minutes from first pain to getting a stent) is the only reason I didn't have open heart surgery and no heart damage (I didn't believe it either, but two cardio docs say it!).
   Begin cardio rehab, quitting smoking, eating healthier, etc. It was hard at first, but then it got easier, then it got done. Quitting smoking is not going the way I planned, however it is happening!
   Then throw in a new girlfriend. She's sassy, fun, and even the politics are a match! Took a lot of time from the blog and writing, but she's worth it! :)
   With the advent of summer, work has picked up somewhat, so I have very full days again. It's all I can do to keep up with events and doings on Facebook, the Tea Party Community and a few other key Patriot websites.
   That's all the news for now.
   Blogs to follow.
   Put on a raincoat and break out the steam-cleaner.
   It's time to verbally vivisection Liberals, Progressives, Socialists, RINOs, Communists and assorted anti-American trash.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Unintended Consequences of CT's gun law or "What Connecticut taught America"

   In the aftermath of the Sandy Hook shootings, Connecticut ramrodded/passed a very draconian law on semiautomatic firearms.
   The Connetians (the demonym for a citizen) did not like having to register their guns and said "NO!"
   When they refused, the government growled, snarled and threatened. But they have not enforced the law they proudly championed. As I blogged about earlier, about 250 cops refused to enforce the law.
   To date, Connecticut has NOT confiscated a single firearm or arrested a single citizen. Why?
   Because the citizens outnumber them for one thing.
   The citizens also have guns.
   Citizens across America took note and learned from this quiet example of civil disobedience.
   Fast forward to now.
   In a little town called Bunkerville, an ongoing dispute between rancher Cliven Bundy and the Bureau of Land Management came to a head when BLM started rounding up Bundy's cattle to sell to collect "unpaid grazing fees."
   The BLM set up cutesy little "First Amendment Zones" where protesters could be watched and kept far, far away from the main action.
   The citizens tore them down.
   The BLM tazed several protesters and used K-9 dogs to "control" the crowd. It didn't work.
   Several days ago, a call went out to ARMED citizens within driving distance to get to the Bundy Ranch.
   The BLM promptly crapped their pants at the response. Several thousand ARMED citizens took up the call and came running.
   Earlier today, a "deal" was reached and the BLM was to "stand down" but cattle already confiscated were to be sold with the proceeds being put to "grazing fees." This did not set well with the citizen-protesters, who promptly confronted ARMED BLM agents.
   The BLM said they had a court order, ordered the protester-citizens to "leave the area or we will shoot."
  The protester-citizens said "We'll shoot back!"
  The BLM agents realized they were going to get themselves killed and backed down. A little while ago, the BLM pulled out, then RELEASED the cattle they had penned up.
   Right now, it must suck being Barack Obama, because the government has been backed down by the people! He knows what today REALLY means for his Regime.
   The people are waking up and losing their fear of armed, militarized police.
   WE, THE PEOPLE are learning that signing cutesy petitions and patting ourselves on the back for our "concern" won't stop intrusive government.
   The people are learning that when we get off our asses, grab our guns and say "ENOUGH" in one, loud, strong voice, the government listens.    That scares the crap out of Il Douche because if CITIZENS can do this in Nevada today, they just might pay a little visit to Washington, DC in the near future to register their disapproval of his regime.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

How to fix America's woes in one easy blog.

   Let's face it. America is in serious trouble. Our economy sucks like a Hoover vacuum cleaner.
   The Affordable Care Act is turning America's healthcare system into a joke. Our foreign policy is a complete failure. Our borders might as well be unguarded and welcome mats rolled out for all the security we place on our borders.
   We give welfare and other public assistance to illegal immigrants and make our veterans jump through hoops for needed medical and educational assistance.
   How do we fix this?
   It's easier than you think.
   It begins with the economy. If Obama had any brains at all, he would follow JFK's lead and cut taxes, especially on corporations. The US has the highest corporate tax rate on the planet. Doesn't take a "Hahvahd Constitutional Scholar" to figure out nobody goes somewhere to pay higher taxes.
   When you cut taxes, you bring home more profit and are able to take some of that profit, turn it into factories and JOBS, create more product (or provide a service) and thus create more income and pay taxes on that.
  With more jobs comes the employer's need to have a smart, capable workforce. To get that, the employers must offer competitive wages and benefits designed to attract and retain the best and brightest. Get enough employers doing this, and access to health care becomes a problem that could be handled by SERIOUSLY REVISED AND DOWNSIZED Medicare and Medicaid programs.
   One problem with American Foreign Policy is not consistent because our political leadership is not consistent. By "consistent," I mean the goals of the nation are the driving force behind foreign policy decisions, not the politics that get the ruling party elected. Our politicians must remember that our foreign policy will affect ALL American, not just the support groups of a political party.
   The first and foremost duty of a government is to ensure the security of its borders, territories and security of its citizens. America must have a coherent, CONSISTENT immigration policy that works. STREAMLINING the LEGAL immigration process is a start. Deportation of illegals and "anchor babies" is another part of it. Harry Truman did it, why can't we do it today?
   Our borders are a joke. I would do whatever it took, up to and including posting military forces to stop illegal immigrants. Think this is tyrannical? I'm just taking a play from the Communists. The Iron Curtain was (officially) built to defend Eastern Europe from deprived capitalists seeking to take unearned benefits of socialism for themselves. It worked. :)
  End of illegal immigration problem.
  With increased revenues from putting Americans back to work, there will be money to deliver promised benefits to our veterans who have earned them. Those who are injured/wounded will be treated by the best physicians available.
   And it all starts when Americans take off the blinders and see the Democrat party is not what it appears to be. When America throws the Democrats out, sanity will begin to return to our legislative process. Laws that benefit AMERICA, not just the favored few or lobbyists will be passed.
   It all starts with a vote.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Can you blame them?

   Today, three Secret Service agents were "sent home for being drunk on duty."
   The men were members of the "Counter Assault Team" the people who would fight any rear-guard action against any team assault against Obama.
   To hear people talk, being on this team is supposed to be a great personal and professional "honor," career milestone, etc. But if you look deeper, what you see might scare you.
   People have many motivations to join organizations. I did some basic research and came to my conclusions on why people would volunteer for this dangerous detail.
   1. Career. It is a career-enhancing slot and face it, the chances of ACTUALLY getting shot are rather slender.
   2. Patriotism.
   3. Political belief, i.e. "The President MUST be kept alive because he's the only hope this country has."
   Now, in the past, by and large the Secret Service has a good reputation for professionalism and such. Being trusted to guard the President was an honor.
   Presidents in the past had Integrity and Honor. They embodied, or at least tried like hell to live up to the concept of "Duty."
   That was up until Barack Hussein Obama was elected.
   Let's face it. Would you REALLY consider guarding Obama an HONOR? Would you REALLY be willing to take a bullet for a proven LIAR? Would you REALLY have no problem defending a man who uses governmental agencies to persecute his political enemies?
   Serving Obama is no honor. It's nothing special, except the chances of catching a bullet for Obama are growing higher with every speech Il Douche gives. No, this is NOT a threat, but a very real concept to think about.
   You have a known liar. One who persecutes his political opponents. One who has rigged the system (mainly by appointing corrupt Cabinet members who know damned well to shut up and an Attorney General who knows not to prosecute anything!) to prevent lawful, peaceful redress of grievances and JUSTICE.
   President John F. Kennedy said it best with the line of, "Those who make peaceful revolution impossible make violent revolution inevitable."
   When the citizens see they cannot get proper justice, they will take up arms and justice will become vengeance.
   And that's probably why Secret Service agents are getting blitzed left, right and center. They don't want to die defending an arrogant prick who couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag.
   Can you blame them?

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Obama proves his weakness AGAIN (NSFW RANT)

  Today, reporter Jonathan Karl asked a simple question wanting to know if Mitt Romney was correct in his assertion that Russia is America’s number one geopolitical foe.
   Obama said, "Russia is a regional power that is threatening some of its immediate neighbors not out of strength, but out of weakness."
   Not satisfied with showing off his well-developed idiocy, Il Douche made a Joe Biden-quality gaffe with this statement.
   "The fact that Russia felt compelled to go in militarily and lay bare these violations of international law indicates less influence, not more."
   News flash for the reality-impaired:


   Using this "logic"Hitler would not have annexed Austria or the Sudetenland in Czechslovakia, not with the French having a VERY large army nearby and the British having the largest navy in the world.
   This situation came directly from a WEAK LEADER using the Neville Chamberlain book of appeasement to solve problems.
   How did this weak, ineffective moronic pussy of a leader get into such a position?
   Because there were enough IDIOTS who believed that, "Little Barack Obama grew up overseas and knows more about living overseas than anyone else and knows all about foreign policy from that and that he should just be given the title because he's black, and after all, how can anyone not like his little cutesy face?"
   In short, Democrats bought his line not only once, but twice.
  Anyone who believes growing up AS A CHILD made Obama more competent than McCain in 2008 is a motherfucking IDIOT.
   Now to straighten out Il Douche.
   Barack, if you think you're scaring Putin, think again. While you were leading your "Choom Gang" (bunch of dope-smoking assholes, IMHO), Vladimir Putin was studying Sambo (a Russian martial art), and moving up the ranks of the KGB. Think you're scaring HIM? Vlad could snap your neck, bend you over and butt-surf you before you could offer him a hit on a second-rate doobie. Don't think you're causing him sleepless nights.
   Barack, if you think you're a leader, think again. You are NOT a leader in any way, much less a decisive one. I've seen privates in the Army on their first day of training with more leadership potential than you'll ever show. You are not a leader. You are a "community organizer" and all you've organized is one fucking cluster-fuck after another. You are the circle-jerk without the pivot man. You are the soup in "Soup Sandwich." You are flat out the most inept, inane and incompetent SOB anyone has ever put into the White House. The world is laughing at you and the Democrat Party for your incompetence, weakness, corruption and utter lunacy.
   Thanks to the stupidity of millions, the world is laughing at America.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Putin thanks low-information voters.

   Vladimir Putin, the Russian "President" (strongman) received permission from his legislative body to use armed forces in the Crimea.
   The Crimea is strategically important. Since the dissolution of the old Soviet Union, the Russians don't have a port directly linked to the motherland, which exposes them to attack (as they have no naval forces to act as a deterrent) from submarines.
   Once the dust settles, Putin will build a base and the Russians will be able to "project force" easier.
   In addition, Putin can say to his people, "Hey, we're looking out for Russia. We are making sure nobody can sneak a sub into the Black Sea and launch nuclear-tipped cruise missiles at us. Remember this at the polls."
   That's Putin's "motivation" in a nutshell.
   Meanwhile, elsewhere on our planet, that masterful executor of American Foreign Policy, the Righteous Holy Messiah Barack Obama (Il Douche for short) raised a finger and told the world there would be consequences if Russia followed through.
   Seven years ago, Putin would have thought twice because we had a REAL president in the White House. Someone who understood that a nation must have a properly-sized,-equipped and -trained military the day BEFORE its needed.
   Given how Obama wants to cut the US Army to pre-WW2 levels, delay SLEP (Service Life Extension Program--a mid-life modernization all US ships go through) for the USS George Washington.
   Putin is unimpressed by Obama's threat. Why?
   Back in 2008, Sarah Palin warned of just this scenario. She was mocked and humiliated by the Democrats. In 2012, Mitt Romney warned of Russian resurgence and quest to return to superpower status. Such a scenario was dismissed as "Cold War thinking" and therefore obsolete and archaic.
   The ignorance of the Democrats during the elections inspired millions of "low-information voters" to vote for Obama (because he gives out free stuff, and you wouldn't want to be a racist, would you?).
   Putin KNOWS the idiots are running America for the moment and has absolutely nothing to fear from Obama/Biden.
   Congratulations, low-information voters. You have just helped enslave about 2 million people and made our world less safe.