Monday, May 30, 2011

Memorial Day: Freedom Never Cries

Today we remember all those who have fought and died for for America. To all those who have served, thank you. You are not forgotten.

There are two other things I'd like to share today. The first is this story, as related by Lt. General John Kelly. Please follow the link back for the full text. Hat tip Tea Party Patriots:

Our country today is in a life-and-death struggle against an evil enemy, but America as a whole is certainly not at war. Not as a country. Not as a people. Today, only a tiny fraction of American families – less than 1 percent – shoulder the burden of fear and sacrifice, and they shoulder it for the entire nation. Their sons and daughters who serve are men and women of character who continue to believe in this country enough to put life and limb on the line without qualification, and without thought of personal gain, so the sons and daughters of the other 99 percent don’t have to. No big deal, though. Marines have always been first to fight, paying in full the bill that comes with being free for everyone else.

The comforting news for every American is that our men and women in uniform are as good today as any in our history. As good as their heroic, underappreciated and largely abandoned fathers and uncles were in Vietnam, and their grandfathers were in Korea and World War II, they have the same steel in their backs and have made their own mark, etching forever places like Ramadi, Fallujah and Baghdad in Iraq, and Helmand and Sangin, Afghanistan, that are now part of U.S. military legend and stand just as proudly alongside Iwo Jima, Normandy, Inchon, Hue City, Khe Sanh and A Shau Valley, Vietnam.

While some might think we have produced yet another generation of materialistic and self-absorbed young people, those who serve today have broken the mold and stepped out as real men, and real women, who are already making their own way in life while protecting ours. They have learned, at the same time they have served and fought for us, that the real strength of a platoon, a battalion or a country is not based on worshipping at the altar of diversity or separateness...

As anyone who has ever experienced combat knows, when it starts, when the explosions and tracers are everywhere, and the calls for the corpsman or medic are screamed from the throats of men who know they are dying – when seconds seem like hours and it all becomes slow motion and fast forward at the same time, and the only rational act is to stop, get down, save yourself – they don’t. When no one would call them a coward for cowering behind a wall or in a hole, slave to the most basic of all human instincts – survival – none of them do. It doesn’t matter if it’s an IED, a suicide bomber, mortar attack, sniper, fighting in the upstairs room of a house, or all of it at once – they talk, swagger and, most importantly, fight today in the same way America’s Marines have since Tun Tavern. They also know whose shoulders they stand on, and they will never shame any veteran of any service, living or dead.

We can also take comfort in the fact that these young Americans are not born killers but are good and decent young men and women who, for going on 10 years, have performed remarkable acts of bravery and selflessness to a cause they have decided is bigger and more important than themselves. Only a few months ago, they were delivering your paper, stocking shelves in the local grocery store, serving Mass on Sunday, or playing hockey on local ice.


Just yesterday, two were lost, and a knock on the door late last night brought their families to their knees in a grief that will never go away. Thousands more have suffered terrible wounds since it all started, but like anyone who loses life or limb while serving others – including our firefighters and law-enforcement personnel, who on 9/11 were the first casualties of this war – they are not victims; they knew what they were about, and were doing what they wanted to do.

Indeed, they were in exactly the place they wanted to be: among the best men and women America produces. The chattering class and all those who doubt America’s intentions and resolve, endeavor to make them and their families out to be victims, but they are wrong. We who have served, and are serving, refuse their sympathy.

I have a story I wish to relate about the kind of people they are, about the steel in their backs, and the kind of dedication they bring to our country.

When I was the commander of all U.S. and Iraqi forces, on April 22, 2008, two Marine infantry battalions, 1/9 “The Walking Dead,” and 2/8, were switching out in Ramadi. One battalion was in the closing days of its deployment, the other just starting its seven-month combat tour.

Two Marines, Cpl. Jonathan Yale and Lance Cpl. Jordan Haerter, 22 and 20 respectively, one from each battalion, were assuming the watch at the entrance gate of an outpost that contained a makeshift barracks housing 50 Marines. The same ramshackle building was also home to 100 Iraqi police, our allies in the fight against terrorists in Ramadi – known at the time as the most dangerous city on earth, and owned by al-Qaeda. ...

The mission orders they received from their sergeant squad leader, I’m sure, went something like this: “OK, take charge of this post and let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass. You clear?” I’m also sure Yale and Haerter rolled their eyes and said, in unison, something like, “Yes, sergeant,” with just enough attitude that made the point, without saying the words, “No kidding, sweetheart. We know what we’re doing.” They then relieved two other Marines on watch and took up their post at the entry-control point of Joint Security Station Nasser, in the Sophia section of Ramadi, al Anbar, Iraq.

A few minutes later, a large blue truck turned down the alleyway – perhaps 60 to 70 yards in length – and sped its way through the serpentine concrete Jersey walls. The truck stopped just short of where the two were posted and detonated, killing them both. Twenty-four brick masonry houses were damaged or destroyed. A mosque 100 yards away collapsed. The truck’s engine came to rest 200 yards away, knocking down most of a house down before it stopped. Our explosive experts reckoned the blast was caused by 2,000 pounds of explosive. Because these two young infantrymen didn’t have it in their DNA to run from danger, they saved 150 of their Iraqi and American brothers in arms...

I traveled to Ramadi the next day and spoke individually to a half-dozen Iraqi police, all of whom told the same story. They all said, “We knew immediately what was going on as soon as the two Marines began firing.”

The Iraqi police related that some of them also fired, and then, to a man, ran for safety just prior to the explosion. All survived. Many were injured, some seriously. One of the Iraqis elaborated, and with tears welling up, said, “They’d run like any normal man would to save his life.”

What he didn’t know until then, and what he learned that very instant, was that Marines are not normal. Choking past the emotion, he said, “Sir, in the name of God, no sane man would have stood there and done what they did. They saved us all.”

Follow the link for the whole story.

Five For Fighting - Freedom Never Cries


I took a flag to a pawn shop
For a broken guitar
I took a flag to a pawn shop
How much is that guitar
I took a flag to a pawn shop
I Got me that guitar
What's a flag in a pawn shop to me?

I Saw a man on the TV
In a mask with a gun
A man on the TV
He had a ten-year old son
I Saw a man on the TV
His son had a gun
He says that he's coming for me

I never loved the soldier until there was a war
Or thought about tomorrow
'til my baby hit the floor
I only talk to God when somebody's about to die
I Never cherished Freedom

Freedom never cries.

I Wrote a song for a dead man
To settle my soul
A song for a dead man
Now I'll never grow old
I Wrote a song for a dead man
Now I'm out in the cold
What's a song to a dead man to me?

I never loved the soldier until there was a war
Or thought about tomorrow
'til my baby hit the floor
I Only talk to God when somebody's about to die
I Never cherished Freedom

Freedom never cries...

You can cry for her
Die for her
Lay down your life for her
Kiss and wave Goodbye to her
Anything at all

You can cry for her
Die for her
Make up your mind to her
Anything at all

There's a baby on the doorstep
Wailing away
There's a baby on the doorstep
Longing for the day
There's a baby on the doorstep
Who'd give his life to take
A flag to a pawn shop
A flag to a pawn shop

May he forget why he is crying some day

Never forget why we have Memorial Day.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Feel-Good Friday: There Is No One Like You

I missed last week, but this morning I realized, 'Hey, it IS Friday.' So here we go. This week I have a very upbeat song by the David Crowder Band.

There is No One Like You

You are more beautiful
Than anyone ever
Everyday You're the same
You never change, no never

And how could I ever deny
The love of my Savior
You are to me everything
All I need forever

How could You be so good?

There is no one like You
There has never ever been anyone like You

Everywhere You are there
Earth or air surrounding
I'm not alone, the heavens sing along
My God, You're so astounding
How could You be so good to me
Eternally I believe that

There is no one like You
There has never ever been anyone like You
There is no one like You
There has never ever been anyone like You

You, You, You, You, You, You

How could You be so good to me?
How could You be so good to me?
We're not alone, so sing along
We're not alone, so sing along, sing along, sing along

Here we go!

There is no one like You
There has never ever been anyone like You
There is no one like You
There has never ever been anyone like You
There is no one like our God, yeah
Have a great weekend!

Obama hates Israel (Updated)

Yes, I know I missed feel-good Friday, and I apologize. Hopefully I'll swing back into the routine with that later this week. Actually if I was smart I would go ahead, prepare the post, and then schedule it to go up Friday morning, but I'm in the hot and heavy in the middle of a story I'm writing, and honestly I don't even want to be here right now. I'd rather be working on that story. But it's been a crazy week last week, But I do want to talk about this, just a little.

This last week Obama went out and atacked Israel. Obama said so many stupid things about Israel, I can't figure out which one to post first, or how many links to post. I mean, Obummer was so whacked out even the New York Times had to admit the truth: Obama supports Palestine.

In case you missed it, Obama the Muslim went out and and said that Israel has to return to the 1967 border, or as it was promptly dubbed, the Aushwitz border. Here's the link to President Obama bin Muslim's speech, if you want to read it. Apparently, President Obama bin Muslim's plan is to chop the state of Israel right in half so he can connect Gaza - a miserable strip of land that Israel needs to take back with extreme force - with the West Bank. I have several choice words for the president  - none of which I can actually say in public. Those words aside, is Obama bin Muslim insane? Oh, never mind. I forgot that Obama is a Muslim. And the Muslims have been after the Jews ever since the Jews told Muhammad, who was passing himself off as the one true prophet, to go pound sand. I don't have time to deal with all of this hear, but I recommend you read Robert Spencer's book The Truth About Muhammad sometime.

Anyway back to the point. Obama bin Muslim, ever the master of poor taste, apparently made his anti-Israel speech the day before Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu was supposed to visit. So, as you may imagine, Netanyahu schooled Odummer.

So that's the brief version. The long one would probably take days to figure out, much less tell. The shockwaves from Obama bin Muslim's ridiculous statements are still reverberating.

Update: Don't feel sorry for the Palestinians. They don't deserve your sympathy.

The first video is here, as YouTube pulled it. Here's the video that was made after the first one got pulled.

Here's the second video

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Newt Gingrich Attempts to Extract Foot from Mouth

So Repuclican-nominee wannabe Gingrich went out the other day and attacked the fiscally sane Paul Ryan for wanting to reform Medicare. I guess no one told Newt that there are some Ponzi schemes in the US goverment that we need to get rid of, and that Medicare is one of them.

The Republicans were not amused. Paul Ryan went out and said that with allies like Newt, who needs the Democrats? Ryan has a point. Why is Newt doing the Democrats' jobs for them?

A voter out in Iowa called Newt out on his atrocious behavior. No word yet on if that voter is planning to run for president, but I'm waiting hopefully.

Just before noon on March 17, Gingrich went out and said that he would not allow the Democrats to lie about him. Umm, Newt? They don't have to lie. Thanks to you, they can tell the truth. You gave them a great ad for thier compaign. Now our side will have to run for cover every time you come onto the scene.

So finally, after it became glaringly apparent that the voters are not amused, Newt went out and backpedaled. Via Fox Nation:

Republican presidential candidate Newt Gingrich apologized in a telephone call to House Budget Committee Chairman Paul Ryan (R-Wis.) on Tuesday afternoon for his remarks on "Meet the Press," where the presidential candidate referred to Ryan's Medicare proposal as "radical change."

"Newt apologized," said Rick Tyler, his press secretary and longtime aide. "The call went very well."

Gingrich, his nascent campaign in jeopardy, has shifted into fervent damage control following a furious conservative reaction to his comments - and is even expressing a rare bit of contrition.

From Iowa, Gingrich held two conference calls with tea party leaders scattered throughout the nation - one on short notice Monday night, and another Tuesday morning.
Alright, you came, you broke things, you tried to repair them, now do us a favor: get your sorry arse outta the race. This Tea Partiers is not happy with you. I want someone with the will to dismantle the government, and you don't qualify. So do us a favor: go away. We don't need anymore RINOs and you backpedal worse then a Democrat.

Just go away, Newt.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Feel-Good Friday: Procrastination Edition

I apologize. This was supposed to be done yesterday, but I was busily working on a story for FFN, and thus I forgot. So please accept my apologies, and enjoy this song by Jason Gray.

Jason Gray - I Am New


Now I won't deny
The worst you could say about me
But I'm not defined
By mistakes that I've made
Because God says of me

I am not who I was
I am being remade
I am new
I am chosen and holy
And I'm dearly loved
I am new

Who I thought I was
And who I thought I had to be
I had to give them both up
Cause neither were willing
To ever believe

I am not who I was
I am being remade
I am new
I am chosen and holy
And I'm dearly loved
I am new

Too long I have lived
In the shadows of shame
Believing that there
Was no way I could change
But the one who is making everything new
Doesn't see me the way that I do
He doesn't see me the way that I do

I am not who I was
I am being remade
I am new
I am chosen and holy
And I'm dearly loved
I am new

I am not who I was
I am being remade I am new
Dead to the old man I'm coming alive
I am new

Forgiven beloved
Hidden in Christ
Made in the image of the Giver of Life
Righteous and holy
Reborn and remade
Accepted and worthy this is our new name

This is who we are now...

Now I won't deny
The worst you could say about me
But I'm not defined
Have a great weekend!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

A Tale of Two Governors

First, Indiana governor Mitch Daniels:
Indiana Gov. Mitch Daniels (R) will greet President Obama on the airport tarmac when he arrives in Indianapolis for an event Friday at a transmission plant.

It's Daniels's latest gesture of civility toward the president, something rare among those in his party considered to be potential White House challengers. The two-term governor of Indiana has told his fellow Republicans to "stop whining" about the Obama administration. Asked recently whether he thought questions about Obama's natural-born American citizenship were relevant, Daniels didn't hesitate. "I don't," he said.

"The American people that elected President Obama had a chance to weigh it at the time," the governor added. "I have my differences with the president, but they have nothing to do with things like that."
And then Texas governor Rick Perry:
Rick Perry has declined the White House’s request that he greet President Obama when Air Force One lands in Texas on Tuesday, the Republican governor’s office says.
“We did try to arrange something with the White House,” Lucy Nashed, a spokeswoman for Perry, told POLITICO. “They asked us if we wanted to meet him out on the tarmac in El Paso, but we weren’t able to work anything out, based on the fact that it’s probably going to be a 10-minute greeting.”
Perry, who met Obama at the airport when the president traveled to Austin in August, accused the administration two weeks ago of denying aid to his state to help recover from wildfires.
Other Republican governors, like Rick Scott and Mitch Daniels, recently greeted Obama when he visited their states.
Yes, I know. Believe me, I know.

Bonus points for my readers if they can guess which of these two governors I prefer.

I actually had a spat with a family member over this. Daniels may have done the polite thing, but I'd like to kick him in the butt for it. He seems to not understand that those of us who weighed Obama's BC issue got shot down in flames by the media for doing so. Where was Daniels when that was going on? Off twiddling his thumbs? Why didn't he say something? Too afraid of getting shot down? I'm not exactly a big fans of wusses, you know.

I remember that Perry met with Obama back during the TX governor race. That was an interesting turnaround, because Perry went to confront Obama while the Democrat contender ran for the hills. I'm all for Republicans meeting Obummer if they're going to confront him about things, but I don't want to see anymore meet-and-greet sessions! Hey Daniels, did you at least ask Obama why he won't allow oil drilling here in America so that we Hoosiers will eventually be able to pay less then $4 a gallon for gas? No? Didn't think so!

I don't know what to make of Daniels. He's willing to sign Conservative bills, and then goes and greets Obama! Whose side are you on Daniels, ours or his? Do tell! I'd love to know!


Related - AWD had an article on Obama's El Paso speech, the one that the Prez wanted to use Perry as a prop for: Hussien Hopenchange Lies About Immigration in El Paso

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to all the Moms out there!

I didn't write this, but I did think I would pass it on for all of you to enjoy. Have a great day!

My Mother Taught Me
1. My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."
2. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"
3. My mother taught me LOGIC.
"Because I said so, that's why."
4. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."
5. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."
6. My mother taught me IRONY.
"Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about."
7. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."
8. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck?"
9. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."
10. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."
11. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"
12. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."
13. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"
14. My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like  you do."
15. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
"Just wait until we get home."
16. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"
17. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."
18. My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"
19. My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me."
20. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
21. My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."
22. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"
23. My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."
24. My mother taught me SHAPE-SHIFTING.
"You'll turn into a sausage if you eat any more."
25. And my favourite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!"

Friday, May 6, 2011

Feel-Good Friday: Starry Night

I've had quite a rough week this week. I hope next week is better. remember, I'm still looking for material for this, so if you've got something you think would make a good FGF post, drop me a link. for now, here's this week's video: Chris August's 'Starry Night'


From the birds that sing in the tallest trees
To the human life of you and me
From the desert sands to the place we stand
He is God of all, He is everything

I’m giving my life to the Only One who makes the moon reflect the sun
Every starry night that was His design
I’m giving my life to the Only Son who was and is and yet to come
Let the praises ring ’cause He is everything
‘Cause He is everything

From the autumn leaves that will ride the breeze
To the faith it takes to pray and sing
From the painted sky to my plank filled eye
He is God of all, He is everything

Hallelujah Hallelujah I believe (x2)

I’m giving my life to the Only One who makes the moon reflect the sun
I’m giving my life to the Only Son who was and is and yet to come

I’m giving my life to the Only One who makes the moon reflect the sun
Every starry night that was His design
I’m giving my life to the Only Son who was and is and yet to come
Let the Angels sing that He is Heavenly
So let the praises ring ’cause He is everything

Have a great weekend!

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Osama bin Laden is Dead.

I don't really feel like talking about this. It happened on Monday but I didn't have time for blogging that day. However, I do have readers and they deserve a post.

Don't get me wrong, if the man is dead, then it's about time justice was served. However, I'm waiting for the media to get over it so I can go to the blogs without having to look at a picture of bin Laden's ugly mug. I'm getting tired of looking at his gross face. Ugh. How can you all keep posting those pictures?

Nevertheless, Monday was a good day. The man responsible for 3,000 deaths has finally gotten his due. As a general rule, news of someone's death does not make me happy, but this was long overdue. And now I have to rain on parades, because it's not like the War on Terror will come to an end just because bin Laden is dead. We still have work to finish in the Middle East.

And I have lots of bad news for the liberals. You remember how the little dears were in a tizzy over Gitmo and waterboarding? Well, we got the name of Obama's courier from a terrorist we waterboarded. Yes, really.

However, wussy little Obama still took forever to make up his mind - 16 hours, in fact. Wow. And I thought I was bad at decision-making. Nice to know that if some calamity would strike, Obama would make up his mind about what to do - in 16 hours! I mean, I'm all for weighing the odds before taking action, but when you're president there are some decisions that have to be made promptly. Ace of Spades added:

How does the media report this? Well, relying upon those in Obama's inner circle (that is to say, his political flunkies and spinners), we're told this:
"But the next morning after 16 hours, Obama summoned four top aides to the White House Diplomatic Room. Before they could speak, the president put his fist on the table and declared 'It's a go'."
Why does it matter that he did this "before they could speak"? They had spoken already yesterday when they strongly, strongly urged the president to give the order, and he had decided to sleep on it.

They were only waiting on him, after all.

So, after 16 hours of vacillation, during which the operation might have been rendered a failure by intervening invents, he fist-bumps a piece of furniture and finally makes up his mind.

This is something to brag about? This is, in Howard Fineman's words, "almost Biblical"?

Seems like a very cautious, feckless, indecisive individual delaying and delaying on critical decisions and then attempting to sound heroic when he finally does what he's being paid to do.
Sounds about right.

Now Obama won't release the photos of bin Laden post mortem, out of fear that releasing the photos will rile up the Muslims. Okay Obama, here's the deal. We have already riled them. They started this war, remember? They were angry that we existed, and so we got attacked by third-century savages. Release the fricking photos. All of us deserve that.

Besides, it's not like the terrorists ever give a crap about releasing the photos of the soldiers they kill. So come on, Obama, what's the holdup?

So a terrorist mastermind died. And somehow, that manages to bring up more question than answers.