Snapping Necks and Cashing Checks
A friend of mine, known to some of you who follow my blog, accompanied me to an event about a year ago where active and veteran members of the American Clandestine Service gathered. It was interesting to the friend that a lot of the people there felt that I was dangerous enough that they gave me a wide and most respectful berth and a couple of active FBI types sat closest to me — respectfully, a couple of chairs away. I didn’t find it unusual, but the friend found it a bit odd. As a veteran, it nice to still be considered to be dangerous even though I’m past my prime. There aren’t that many dangerous people left, and more’s the pity, because it’s the dangerous people who make the difference when the chips are down.
In the “New World Order” that Barack and friends have brought to the nation, people such as myself are not particularly wanted. I understand why that is and am not in the least bit offended.
|I heard that some members of the US Navy on active duty
were disciplined for wearing the image (above) of the Navy
Jack (flag). Since the insult went viral, the Navy reversed
course (more here from WSJ)
It was amusing to some — a little disconcerting to others — when a couple of years ago, one of the principle leaders of the Sinaloa Federation (Mexican Drug Cartel) announced that I (your blogger) was the most dangerous man in Mexico. My reaction was that the assessment was ‘silly’ and it spoke to the decline in the relative danger posed by drug cartels.
This message was brought to me by the FBI. Upon the telling, I suggested to the FBI that they should start getting more dangerous if a broken down old bastard (me) was more dangerous in the eyes of a few Mexican criminals than they were. The particular FBI people were put off by my attitude — sorry (not very).
I’m not quite sure who the good guys are anymore
There was a time in my life when I could tell the good guys from the bad guys, but times have changed. During the Reagan Years, you could tell good from bad. During the Obama Years, not so much. I remember when the world respected and feared the USA because we did stand for something. Today, that’s a recollection only.
History repeats. America no longer teaches history to school children as a requirement of basic education (see Common Core). Are Schools even the good guys?
Current News: Iran and the P5+1 powers (US, Russia, UK, France, China and Germany) opened a two-day session of talks in Geneva about Tehran’s nuclear program. Spokesmen from the six powers and the international press conveyed optimism that a deal might finally be attainable.
That reads like a headline in 1938 while Hitler annexed the Sudetenland. British Prime Minister Neville (Peace-in-Our Time) Chamberlain met with Adolf Hitler in Berchestgaden on 15 September 1938 and agreed to cede the Sudetenland to the Nazis; three days later, French Prime Minister Edouard Daladier did the same. No Czechoslovak representative was invited to these discussions.
It’s interesting that the target of Iranian nuclear weapons (Israel and Saudi Arabia) are not part of the talks. I realize that it’s only interesting to a veteran — pigeon holed as an “old person”, likely conservative and labeled by the former Secretary of Homeland Security as a greater threat to the nation than a radicalized Muslim youth — such is our ObamaNation.
I visited the Arizona Memorial at Pearl Harbor. I go there almost every time that I’m in Hawaii simply because it helps me frame things.
One Perspective on Veterans
I’ll Back Out Of My Parking Space As Slow As I Goddamn Please
Now listen up, you bunch of shit-flinging monkeys. I am tired of hearing caterwauling about how slowly I back out of my space at the Post Exchange. I’m not about to claim that it isn’t true. What I am saying is this: I earned the right to back out in the manner and speed of my choosing, and to do so without hearing a bunch of unblooded virgins mewl about it.
You’re, what, in your twenties? You know what I was doing when I was your age? I was sucking muddy ice off the lip of my foxhole on Hill 264 because I’d run out of water the morning before, and had already drank all my dead buddies’ canteens dry. My commander and platoon leader were both dead, my platoon sergeant had been put on an ambulance with half his leg and ass blown off, and they had made my buddy Joe the acting company commander… (read it all at the link above)
And that’s all that I have to say on Veteran’s Day.