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September 05, 2007

MTPP, the beginning of the end game

I am ANGRY, no, I am beyond angry, almost to the point of homicidal rage. What could possibly make me break out of my normally kind and gentle state of mind (stop snickering, BC)?

It seems that El Jorge has made an end-run around the American people and pushed through the Mexican Truck Pilot Program without any fanfare to alert the general public. Mark R. Taylor, a contributor of the site Family Security Matters has an excellent article on why EVERY American should be concerned about this program. Mr. Taylor points out that, under this program, we have literaly opened the floodgates of illegal immigration, and that is the LEAST of the faults.

The MTPP is set to begin on Sept. 7, 2007. I thought that this travesty had been put to rest last year, but apparently, I was sorely mistaken.... it costs thousands of dollars to get the permits for Mexican trucking companies to operate in the U.S. ---- now, just WHERE do you think that these companies will get the operating capital to get those permits? In Mexico? Can you say "narco-dollars" ? And do you honestly believe that the drug lords will part with that capital to try to get into a legitimate business? IF you believe that, please E-mail me, I have a bridge I would really like to sell you.

Even without those criminal and security concerns, ask yourself, what happens to an industry when a large group of new players are willing to work for a third of the usual going rate? Ask the thousands of UAW EXworkers after the Japanese auto plants took over production here in the U.S. It's been nearly impossible for the Independant Trucker to make a living under the D.O.T. rules and the lowering of freight rates over the last 15 years or so. This program will now make it that much harder for the Freight companies themselves to be competitive too; remember, something like 90% of all goods are shipped via trucks - do you really think that such a vital part of our economy should be controlled by foreign entities?

We should all contact our representatives in Washington and tell them that we the People will NOT stand for the MTPP to be allowed to progress. The time is short, and we need to act NOW.

Patriots, the time has come to get the ammo out of storage and loaded into magazines. The time is very near to show those in Washington that they are our SERVANTS, NOT our masters, and WE the People have decided that our servants have abrogated the responsibities that we entrusted them with and they must be replaced, by force if necessary.

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September 04, 2007

Hoo-Ah!

One of my readers gave me a pointer to this, but I forgot who it was...but I still want to say thanks, and may the Corps live forever.

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September 03, 2007

TOP COP

The LAPD, the FBI, & the CIA are all trying to prove that they are the
best at apprehending criminals. The President decides to give them a
test. He releases a rabbit into a forest and each of them has to catch it.

The CIA goes in. They place animal informants throughout the forest.
They question all plant and mineral witnesses. After three months of
extensive investigations they conclude that rabbits do not exist.

The FBI goes in. After two weeks with no leads they burn most of the
forest, killing almost everything in it, including the rabbit and they
make no apologies. The rabbit had it coming.

The LAPD goes in. They come out two hours later with a badly beaten
bear. The bear is yelling: �Okay, okay, I�m a rabbit, I�m a rabbit.�

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September 01, 2007

Happy Belated Birthday

DogGONE it! I forgot that yesterday was the birthday of a very special group that I {B Co., 3rd S&T Bn,(attached 3rd Armor), 3rd ID 72'-75'} just happen to belong to...the "Rock of the Marne". The dog-faced men of the 3rd ID. 90 years young and still going strong.

Thanks to Black Five for the reminder!

And a hearty THANK YOU to my "decendents" now serving in Iraq; You're carrying on a proud tradition in the finest way possible.

GO ROCK !!

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August 29, 2007

A Baaaaad day.....

I rear-ended a car this morning ... that's when I knew it was going to be a REALLY bad day!

The driver got out of the other car, and he was a DWARF! He looked up at me and said "I am NOT Happy!"

So I said, "Well, which one ARE you then?"

That's how the fight started.

H/T Catfish

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August 27, 2007

A Tale of Two Mothers

Most of my readers know how I feel about the immigration issue.

I am continually outraged by the seeming lack of interest on the part of the authorities in stemming the tide of ILLegal immigration currently occurring on our (mainly southern) borders.

NO country in history that has ceased to enforce it's borders has lasted for very long afterwards. I find it very telling that those that decry our immigration policies as "draconian" and "anti-familial" come mainly from a country who's immigration policies ARE truly thus....

As any right thinking person is, I am NOT anti-immigration; I'm merely in favor of immigration being controlled and occuring under rule of law.

This story at Town Hall demonstrates the difference between what is currently extant, and what should be.

Elvira Arellano represents everything wrong with the invasion that is occuring at present, and make no mistake, it IS an invasion. Invaders care nothing for our laws or culture, they merely wish to be parasites feeding off the bounty that our culture produces and making a mockery of everything that leads to that bounty being produced.

REAL immigrants are like Maria Torres-DeChamberlin; they come here through the LEGAL system, and they work hard at becoming a part of U.S. culture.
They earn their right to become citizens. they realize that America is great because of it's unique culture, and they want to become a part of that cuture. That does not mean that they are ashamed of their native culture, far from it, but they allow the American culture to supercede the native.

For myself, the proudest day of my life was when I raised my right hand and swore my allegience only to the U.S., renouncing all political ties to the country of my birth. The only day that comes close is when I again raised my hand and swore to protect my new homeland and her Constitution from ALL enemies, both foreign and domestic.

With the current lack of enforcement of our laws against what amounts to an invasion of our shores by those who are entrusted with protecting those shores; I fear the time may come soon when I will be forced to uphold my oath and rebel against those that hold that oath as meaningless in their pursuit of political power. May God help us if/when that day dawns, for this "bright shining city on the hill", as Ronald Reagan put it, will no longer exist.

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wit & wisdom(?)

Chris, a member of a posting group I belong to posted this today and I thought it should be read by a wider scope :

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."

"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.

"No", she replied. "He's out."

"Then we cannot come in", they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!" The woman went out and invited the men in.

"We do not go into a House together," they replied.

"Why is that?" she asked.

One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."

The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"

His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"

Their daughter was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"

"Let us heed our daughter's advice," said the husband to his wife. "Go out and invite Love to be our guest." The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."

Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"

The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"

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Education for Nit Wits

We know that the average "Journo" in the AOO really isn't (in the war zone; they have a habit of getting their news from Al Jazeera tv in the lounge of the hotel their staying (put) at.)

They tend not to have a lot of experience with weapons of any type, so when a grandmotherly Iraqi woman showed off some unspent cartridges that she claimed hit her house during an American raid on a suspected terrorist cell site, they (being the top rate Journos they are, never leaving a hint of US Army perfidity unexposed) ran with the story, photos and all, with all assurrance that the public would be greatful for their bravery in being in a war zone and bringing them proof of how eeeeeevil our military really is. Too bad that a great portion of the public does take that story to heart (mainly on the "Progressive" side of the aisle, but that's another rant in it'self)

To those that THINK however, the story would have been MUCH more credible had they they shown BULLETS, rather than unspent CARTRIDGES, and even MORE credible had the cartridges been of a caliber used by the U.S. military rather than in the type used by the AK47 (favorite of, guess who---the ISLAMOFACISTS)

To help the AFP in future reporting, the Dissident Frogman has put together a basic course on how small arm weapons work. I don't know, but I believe he may have gotten too technical for the average Journo to really comprehend, but we can always hope for a rare moment of true comprehension on the part of the terminally uninformed...

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August 26, 2007

YeeeeeHAAAA!

Just happened to catch this on YouTube and thought it was a good combination of a good song and movie.

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August 24, 2007

Made Me Cry....

From the mouths of babes:

There may still be hope for the U.S.A. yet, with a generation like this coming up.

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Music then and Now

GuyK has been putting up YouTube clips of the music of his youth, so I thought I'd steal that idea and put up some of MY favorite tunes from my youth....

Jim Morrison..some hail him as a divine poet, some denounce him as the devil incarnate..I just thought he made some really cool music that spoke to a whole generation, for good or ill, it's up to the individual listener. Think what you will, but even the (C)Rap "artist" Snoop Dog thought it was worth a remix:

I hate to admit I like it, but that beat just gets to you....

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I was a soldier a few years after this song was at it's height, but even though it was supposed to be an anti-war protest song, I still felt it was a tribute to the sacrifices of the soldier in a roundabout way..or maybe I just had had too large a toke on the pipe? It still moves me that way.

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I can remember playing this song over and over again in my barracks room; it fit my homesick mood at the time.

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And last but not least, the ONLY song my dad and I ever agreed on as being worthy of airplay:

And just for fun:

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Then and Now

With all the Hollywood cretins coming out against the war in Iraq these days;comparing it to Viet Nam, it's nice to use the wayback machine and see what a prominent actor thought of of the situation then (circa 1966). Mr. Mithum was correct then, and would be correct in saying the same thing about Iraq now. Proof that being an actor doesn't necessarily mean that your brain has to have been turned to mush:

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August 19, 2007

Shillery Reduxio ad Absurdum

Before you pull that lever next election just remember this statement made by the putative Dhimmicratic nominee. Sounds similar to the credo of a certain failed political system ("from each according to his ability; to each according to his need")...a political system that caused the deaths of over 100 MILLION people in the 20th century.

Ask yourself if we REALLY want to go down that road in our country. That credo of socialism/communism SOUNDS so good; after all, wouldn't it be really nice if everything could be equally shared by all?

Unfortunately, there is a thing known as human nature. People are by nature lazy, self-serving, and greedy. WHY should I work any harder than I absolutely need to if I can't realize any gain from my hard work? I work harder if it gains me more of those things that I need or enjoy; socialism says that no matter how hard I work, I get no more of anything than what any other member of the community receives. It matters not what quality my work is either, as long as it looks good enough to get by.

The history of the last century proves that only benign self-interest provides the most good for the greatest number of people.

Let Shillery languish on the ashheap of history alongside the other failed experiments of social history.

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August 18, 2007

Happy Anniversary

Today is a blue ribbon day for me. It's a tripple one year anniversary.

One year ago I smoked my (hopefully) last cigarette...from a three pack a day habit to zero----cold turkey. I STILL want one, and like any addict, it's one day at a time, but I hope I can keep the streak going for the rest of my time on this ball of mud.

The REASON I quit on that day last year was because I was going in for my second open heart procedure the next day. I was scared and I vowed that if I made it through this episode, I wouldn't waste whatever extra time the surgeons could gain for me by continuing such a stupid bad habit.

Third and certainly NOT least, it was at approximately 1830 hrs on the 17th of August, 2006 that I finally got my first glimpse of Beth*A. She had taken leave time that she had not yet earned from her job just to be there to support me in whatever way she could through the surgury and the recovery afterward.

Beth has been the angel in my life ever since.

THANK YOU DARL'N, FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO

And to all my Internet friends: from an old vet that doesn't deserve it, but will be forever greatful for the friendship every one of you has shown me the last three years.

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August 16, 2007

Mike Beware!

They just finished the jury selection phase of the Michael Vick case!

H/T Catfish

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August 15, 2007

My Honey

I had promised some friends a while back to post a pic of my little honey.
I haven't been able to get any good pics to download from my camera, but I did find this one on Google Pics, and it looks EXACTLY like my baby, except that I have some custom pinstriping. Everything else is a comeplete match.

She's a 2000 Honda Goldwing GL1500SE. A real Winabago of bikes, I know, but just the thing for an old geezer like me who values creature comforts over off the line speed.

Oh ,and Darth, NO it DOESN'T come equipped with a popcorn popper and a smoothy maker....maybe I'll have to look into that....

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August 14, 2007

Cajun Detective Work

The Louisiana State Police received reports of
illegal cockfights being held in the area around
Natchitoches and sent their famous detective,
Boudreaux, to investigate.

Boudreaux reported to his sergeant the next morning.
"Dey is tree main groups in dis rooster fightin'" he began.

"Good work. Who are they?" the sergeant asked.

Boudreaux replied confidently, "De Texas Aggies, de
Cajuns, and de Mafia."

Puzzled, the sergeant asked, "How did you find that
out in one night?"

"Well," he replied, "I went down and done seen dem
rooster fights in person. I knowed dem Aggies was
involved when a duck was entered in one of the fights."
The sergeant nodded, "I'll buy that. But what about
the others?"

Boudreaux nodded knowingly, "Well, I knowed de
Cajuns was involved when summbody bet on de duck."

"Ah," sighed the sergeant, "And how did you figure
the Mafia was involved?"

"De duck won."

H/T: GuyK

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Wisdom from the back pew

There was a preacher whose wife was expecting a baby, so he went before
the congregation and asked for a raise. After much discussion, they
passed a rule that whenever the preacher's family expanded, so would his
paycheck.

After 6 children, this started to get expensive and the congregation
decided to hold another meeting to discuss the preacher's salary. There
was much yelling and bickering about how much the clergyman's additional
children were costing the church.

Finally, the Preacher got up and spoke to the crowd, "Children are a
gift from God," he said.

Silence fell on the congregation.

After several embarrassing seconds had past, a little old lady seated in
the back pew, stood up and in her frail voice said, "Rain is also a gift
from God, but when we get too much of it, we wear rubbers."

H/T:
Slaglerock

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problems....AND Solutions?

Another one from the B-i-L:

Everyone concentrates on the problems we're having in this country lately; illegal immigration, hurricane recovery, alligators attacking people in Florida.

Not me. I concentrate on solutions for the problems. It's a win-win situation.

+ Dig a moat the length of the Mexican border.

+ Send the dirt to New Orleans to raise the level of the levies.

+ Put the Florida alligators in the moat along the Mexican border.

Any other problems you would like for me to solve today?

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A HUMAN INTEREST STORY ABOUT COPS.......

The following story was posted in my 2nd Amendment disscussion group, and as an ex-LEO, I can attest to the truth contained within it...

You're Not A Cop Until You Taste Them:

The department was all astir, there was a lot of laughing and joking due to all the new officers, myself included, hitting the streets today for the first time. After months of seemingly endless amounts of classes, paperwork, and lectures we were finally done with the Police Academy and ready to join the ranks of our department.

All you could see were rows of cadets with huge smiles and polished badges. As we sat in the briefing room, we could barely sit still anxiously awaiting our turn to be introduced and given our beat assignment or, for the lay person, our own portion of the city to "serve and protect."

It was then that he walked in. A statue of a man - 6 foot 3 and 230 pounds of solid muscle, he had black hair with highlights of gray and steely eyes that make you feel nervous even when he wasn't looking at you. He had a reputation for being the biggest and the smartest officer to ever work our fair city. He had been on the department for longer than anyone could remember and those years of service had made him into somewhat of a legend.

The new guys, or "rookies" as he called us, both respected and feared him. When he spoke even, the most seasoned officers paid attention. It was almost a privilege when one the rookies got to be around when he would tell one of his police stories about the old days. But we knew our place and never interrupted for fear of being shooed away. He was respected and revered by all who knew him.

After my first year on the department I still had never heard or saw him speak to any of the rookies for any length of time. When he did speak to them all he would say was, "So, you want to be a policeman do you hero? I'll tell you what, when you can tell me what they taste like, then you can call yourself a real policeman."

This particular phrase I had heard dozens of times. Me and my buddies all had bets about "what they taste like" actually referred to. Some believed it referred to the taste of your own blood after a hard fight. Others thought it referred to the taste of sweat after a long day's work. Being on the department for a year, I thought I knew just about everyone and everything.

So one afternoon, I mustered up the courage and walked up to him. When he looked down at me, I said, "You know, I think I've paid my dues. I've been in plenty of fights, made dozens of arrests, and sweated my butt off just like everyone else. So what does that little saying of yours mean anyway?"

With that, he merely stated, "Well, seeing as how you've said and done it all, you tell me what it means, hero" When I had no answer, he shook his head and snickered, "rookies," and walked away.

The next evening was to be the worst one to date. The night started out slow, but as the evening wore on, the calls became more frequent and dangerous. I made several small arrests and then had a real knock down drag out fight. However, I was able to make the arrest without hurting the suspect or myself. After that, I was looking forward to just letting the shift wind down and getting home to my wife and daughter.

I had just glanced at my watch and it was 11:55, five more minutes and I would be on my way to the house. I don't know if it was fatigue or just my imagination, but as I drove down one of the streets on my beat, I thought I saw my daughter standing on someone else's porch. I looked again but it was not my daughter as I had first thought but merely a small child about her age. She was probably only six or seven years old and dressed in an oversized shirt that hung to her feet. She was clutching an old rag doll in her arms that looked older than me.

I immediately stopped my patrol car to see what she was doing outside her house at such an hour by herself. When I approached, there seemed to be a sigh of relief on her face. I had to laugh to myself, thinking she sees the hero policeman come to save the day I knelt at her side and asked what she was doing outside.

She said "My mommy and daddy just had a really big fight and now mommy won't wake up." My mind was reeling. Now what do I do? I instantly called for backup and ran to the nearest window. As I looked inside I saw a man standing over a lady with his hands covered in blood, her blood. I kicked open the door, pushed the man aside and checked for a pulse, but unable to find one. I immediately cuffed the man and began doing CPR on the lady.

It was then I heard a small voice from behind me, "Mr. Policeman, please make my mommy wake up." I continued to perform CPR until my backup and medics arrived but they said it was too late. She was dead. I then looked at the man. He said, "I don't know what happened. She was yelling at me to stop drinking and go get a job and I had just had enough. I just shoved her so she would leave me alone and she fell and hit her head." As I walked the man out to the car in handcuffs, I again saw that little girl. In the five minutes that has passed, I went from hero to monster. Not only was I unable to wake up her mommy, but now I was taking daddy away too.

Before I left the scene, I thought I would talk to the little girl. To say what, I don't know. Maybe just to tell her I was sorry about her mommy and daddy. But as I approached, she turned away and I knew it was useless and I would probably make it worse.

As I sat in the locker room at the station, I kept replaying the whole thing in my mind. Maybe if I would have been faster or done something different, just maybe that little girl would still have her mother. And even though it may sound selfish, I would still be the hero.

It was then that I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I heard that all too familiar question again, "Well, hero, what do they taste like?"

But before I could get mad or shout some sarcastic remark, I realized that all the pent up emotions had flooded the surface and there was a steady stream of tears cascading down my face. It was at that moment that I realized what the answer to his question was.

Tears.

With that, he began to walk away, but he stopped. "You know, there was nothing you could have done differently," he said. "Sometimes you can do everything right and still the outcome is the same. You may not be the hero you once thought you were, but now you ARE a police officer."

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