Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

“It was no different than an insurgent in Iraq or Afghanistan trying to kill us”

No, it wasn’t. In fact, it was exactly the same thing. Which is a minor inconvenience for Ogabe, the Democrat Socialists, the liberal-fascist PC Police, and all too many miserable worms in the higher, heavily-politicized echelons of the military who are all too happy to work with them, cover for them, flack for them, suck up to them, be run by them–and eventually, when they’re no longer useful, betrayed and abandoned by them as they’ve abandoned and betrayed those under them.

Update! Another brass-plated betrayal:

Defense Secretary Leon Panetta announced Wednesday that the Pentagon is creating a medal that can be awarded to troops who have a direct impact on combat operations, but do it well away from any combat zone.

‘‘I’ve seen firsthand how modern tools, like remotely piloted platforms and cyber systems, have changed the way wars are fought,’’ Panetta said. ‘‘And they’ve given our men and women the ability to engage the enemy and change the course of battle, even from afar.’’

The new blue, red and white-ribboned Distinguished Warfare Medal will be awarded to individuals for ‘‘extraordinary achievement’’ related to a military operation that occurred after Sept. 11, 2001. But unlike other combat medals, it does not require the recipient risk his or her life to get it.

Officials said the new medal will be the first combat-related award to be created since the Bronze Star in 1944.

A recognition of the evolving 21st century warfare, the medal will be considered a bit higher in ranking than the Bronze Star, but is lower than the Silver Star, defense officials said.

Debow says:

So this new medal for sitting in an OPS center at some undisclosed location will be higher than that? Higher than the Bronze Star that a PFC at a remote COP might be awarded for taking charge of his mortar team during a patrol and providing accurate fires on the enemy after his team leader was wounded? Higher than a Bronze Star awarded to a Buck Sergeant, who after being deployed for 7 months, is working 3 levels higher as the Company First Sergeant in his section because of combat attrition? No disrespect to the Predator driver and missile shooter; you guys are an important component in the battles we fight, but I could get my work done in the ‘Stan without them. They are doing a job that can be done wearing flip-flops while eating take out. The only thing funnier than giving this award would be seeing this medal awarded to the awardees standing at attention in their flight suits.

There are a lot of medals for achievement, I don’t think we need one that would rank higher than a Bronze Star for the “extraordinary achievement” of pressing the “FIRE” button on your Predator Drone flight control to launch a missile that is going to ride a laser beam being painted on a target by a TAC-P that is just as dirty, sleep deprived and smelly as the platoon of infantry in the fight around him; who are actually and life threateningly engaged with the enemy.

Read on to his conclusion; it’s perfect. I swear, it seems with every passing day this country gets more ass-fucking-backwards and upside-fucking-down.


Old, sad story

The man who got bin Laden. No, I am assuredly NOT talking about the slope-shouldered, gutless liberal-fascist pussy who claimed undeserved credit for political purposes.

With the focus and precision he’s learned, the Shooter waits and watches for the right way to exit, and adapt. Despite his foggy future, his past is deeply impressive. This is a man who is very pleased about his record of service to his country and has earned the respect of his peers.

“He’s taken monumental risks,” says the Shooter’s dad, struggling to contain the frustration that roughs the edges of his deep pride in his son. “But he’s unable to reap any reward.”

It’s not that there isn’t one. The U.S. government put a $25 million bounty on bin Laden that no one is likely to collect. Certainly not the SEALs who went on the mission nor the support and intelligence experts who helped make it all possible. Technology is the key to success in this case more than people, Washington officials have said.

The Shooter doesn’t care about that. “I’m not religious, but I always felt I was put on the earth to do something specific. After that mission, I knew what it was.”

Others also knew, from the commander-in-chief on down. The bin Laden shooting was a staple of presidential-campaign brags. One big-budget movie, several books, and a whole drawerful of documentaries and TV films have fortified the brave images of the Shooter and his ST6 Red Squadron members.

There is commerce attached to the mission, and people are capitalizing. Just not the triggerman. While others collect, he is cautious and careful not to dishonor anyone. His manners come at his own expense.

“No one who fights for this country overseas should ever have to fight for a job,” Barack Obama said last Veterans’ Day, “or a roof over their head, or the care that they have earned when they come home.”

But the Shooter will discover soon enough that when he leaves after sixteen years in the Navy, his body filled with scar tissue, arthritis, tendonitis, eye damage, and blown disks, here is what he gets from his employer and a grateful nation:

Nothing. No pension, no health care, and no protection for himself or his family.

Well, there are the scarring, debilitating battles he’ll soon be fighting with the VA, the Social Security administration, and various other Superstate bureaucracies that owe their safety and security to him, but will expend much more effort on making sure plenty of Obamaphones make their way into the hands of the obstinately indigent than they ever will on helping guys like him.


A little history

Lest we forget it.

Such an opinion was held in the head of General Thomas Gage when he ordered Royal Marines and Regulars rowed across the Charles River in the dead of night on April 19,1775 to conduct gun control raids from Lexington to Concord. A perversely rewritten history taught by liberal academics in schools these days suggests that the cause of the American Revolution was “taxation without representation.” A reading of original sources puts that lie to rest.

The proximate, immediate cause of the first American Revolutionary War was an attempt to capture powder and shot, cannon, and community food stores that supplied not just the organized militia of their day immortalized as the “Minutemen,” but the unorganized militia of those too young, too old, and too female to be part of the organized militia of their day. These were the “alarm listers.”

The youngest of the estimated 14,000 that turned out against the Regulars that April morning and fired shots was just 13 years old. The oldest man to fight that fateful day was an alarm-lister named Samuel Whittemore, a 78-year-old veteran of three American wars in the King’s service.

While Lord Percy’s relief column attempted to link up with Regular forces under attack by colonial militias, Whittemore set up behind a low stone wall near his home and attacked the 47th Regiment of Foot by himself.

Whitemore’s aimed fire did enough damage to the column that an assault was ordered upon his position.

Whittemore is documented to have killed one man from this assaulting force with his musket, then killed one and severely wounded another with horse pistols he’d removed from the body of French officer he’d dispatched decades before. Whittemore was in the act of drawing his ornate French Calvary saber—again, taken from another French officer who “died suddenly” according to Whittemore, more than 20 years before—when half his face was shot away at point-blank range. Whittemore’s horrified relatives watched from a distance as the nearly 80-year old patriarch of their clan was bayoneted thirteen times by the Redcoats, and left for dead in a pool of his own blood.

When his kin came forward to collect his body, they found that despite having half his left cheek shot away, and pierced by 13 bayonet wounds, Samuel Whittemore was attempting to load his musket to fire again on the rapidly disappearing column of Regulars.

A doctor was summoned, and he reasonably concurred that no one could survive the brutal wounds Samuel Whittemore suffered in his spirited defense of his fellow colonists. The doctor treated his wounds as best the primitive medicine of the day allowed, and sent Whittemore home with his family to die in peace. And yes, Samuel Whittemore did die…18 years later, on February 3, 1793.

If you fail to see how this might be relevant to our situation today, I’d advise you to read the rest of it. Then go have a look at this:

Open a history book, and look at the photos of Generals Lee, Sherman, Jackson and Grant. These men understood how terrible war with Americans is. One can see the suffering of hundreds of thousands etched into their distant, glassy eyes. The crags and wear-lines of their face betray orders foul, and deeds dark. Great and yet wrecked men, who understood all too well our nature, and were tormented by it to their graves.

Everywhere we set our gaze, we patriots see battle-space preparation – both mental and physical. The government passes laws and edicts useless to a free people, but indispensable to tyrants. The great agents of provocation and rhetoric have stepped forth, both amongst the people, and against them. Both sides are in the process of arming themselves on an unprecedented scale. And we the people have coarsened and began the process of dehumanizing one another – for only then, after we have reduced “the other side” to maggots, can we Americans properly began slaying one another with a zeal no other people can match.

We told you constant reader, not to expect peach-cobbler with a scoop of butterscotch ice-cream. No, today we explore the dark recesses of the American psyche, and examine the interstate to purgatory we willingly hurtles ourselves inexorably down.

It’s all too obvious where this path leads. This same ramp up of arms, deeds, laws, and words has taken place so many times in our past, and just as it was in 1775 and 1860, it is now. We make no apologies for being the harbingers of foul times. We simply call things as they appear. Presently, you are witnessing a pre-revolutionary society, and the escalations shall continue until one faction is crushed, abandoned in failure, or our system of governance collapses in ruin.

Plenty of links here which I’m too lazy to transcribe. Indeed, nobody wants what’s coming. But liberal-fascists make a serious mistake when they assume that all of us will flinch from it. And we’d be making a mistake ourselves to assume that they’ll suddenly develop a sense of reason and decency and back off themselves.

Loins: gird ’em.


The long and the short of it

This is what it all boils down to.

Senator Dianne Feinstein,

I will not register my weapons should this bill be passed, as I do not believe it is the government’s right to know what I own. Nor do I think it prudent to tell you what I own so that it may be taken from me by a group of people who enjoy armed protection yet decry me having the same a crime. You ma’am have overstepped a line that is not your domain. I am a Marine Corps Veteran of 8 years, and I will not have some woman who proclaims the evil of an inanimate object, yet carries one, tell me I may not have one.

I am not your subject. I am the man who keeps you free. I am not your servant. I am the person whom you serve. I am not your peasant. I am the flesh and blood of America.

I am the man who fought for my country. I am the man who learned. I am an American. You will not tell me that I must register my semi-automatic AR-15 because of the actions of some evil man.

I will not be disarmed to suit the fear that has been established by the media and your misinformation campaign against the American public.

We, the people, deserve better than you.

Respectfully Submitted,
Joshua Boston
Cpl, United States Marine Corps

Not one word to add to that. He just said it all.

(Via Bill)

Update! They really do expect us all to just sit back and comply. They are badly mistaken.

They didn’t know when they’d be getting anything back in stock, from magazines to rifles to pistols. Manufacturers were running full-bore, but couldn’t come close to keeping up with market demand.It wasn’t just the AR-15s, the AK-pattern rifles, the M1As, and the FALs that were sold out. It really hit me when I realized that the World War-era M1 Garands , M1 carbines, and Enfield .303s were gone, along with every last shell. Ubiquitous Mosin-Nagants—of which every gun store always seems to have 10-20—were gone. So was their ammo. Only a dust free space marked their passing. I’ve never seen anything like it.

Every weapon of military utility designed within the past 100+ years was gone. This isn’t a society stocking up on certain guns because they fear they may be banned. This is a society preparing for war.

Reluctantly, almost unwillingly, it should be noted. But the sad truth is, war is already being made upon it, and has been for a long time now. Said society has been more than patient, more than tolerant. But eventually, enough is enough. Everyone has their limit; freedom-loving Americans’ has very nearly been reached. A few more steps over the line, and the kettle is going to boil over.

Any liberal-fascists who think we’re all going to go gently into that good night really, really need to reconsider. We all have to hope they do. But we all have to be prepared for the possibility, the likelihood, that they mightn’t. “This far, no further” is more than just an empty slogan.

Gird your loins.

Updated update! The truth…from Pravda. Jeez, the whole world is upside down.

These days, there are few few things to admire about the socialist, bankrupt and culturally degenerating USA, but at least so far, one thing remains: the right to bare arms and use deadly force to defend one’s self and possessions.

For those of us fighting for our traditional rights, the US 2nd Amendment is a rare light in an ever darkening room. Governments will use the excuse of trying to protect the people from maniacs and crime, but are in reality, it is the bureaucrats protecting their power and position. In all cases where guns are banned, gun crime continues and often increases. As for maniacs, be it nuts with cars (NYC, Chapel Hill NC), swords (Japan), knives (China) or home made bombs (everywhere), insane people strike. They throw acid (Pakistan, UK), they throw fire bombs (France), they attack. What is worse, is, that the best way to stop a maniac is not psychology or jail or “talking to them”, it is a bullet in the head, that is why they are a maniac, because they are incapable of living in reality or stopping themselves.

The excuse that people will start shooting each other is also plain and silly. So it is our politicians saying that our society is full of incapable adolescents who can never be trusted? Then, please explain how we can trust them or the police, who themselves grew up and came from the same culture?

No it is about power and a total power over the people.

Some things never change, and are the same the world over.


A coup

Remember how I mentioned the Diplomad’s fascinating, wonderful inside-baseball stories of life in the diplomatic corps? Well, he’s uncorked another good ‘un here.

The phone rang at daybreak: never a good sign in that place. The “place,” after all, was Guatemala. Of the many countries I served in during nearly 35 years in the Foreign Service, Guatemala perhaps remains my favorite: an incredible physical beauty, a fascinating history and culture, the best black beans with eggs on the planet, along with the most complex and even byzantine society and politics imaginable. I owed my assignment there to Assistant Secretary Elliot Abrams whom I met at the UN. He had remembered me and when a new political military officer slot opened, he offered it to me. At the time, the Department had me slated for assignment in Europe. No contest. I snapped up Abrams’ offer. You only go around once; why do it where life is easy and comfortable with politics of the corner cafe and unfiltered Gauloisestype? Guatemalan politics had color, complexity, raucousness, and lethality. One of my first Guatemalan political contacts, for example, a young, smart politician interested in running for President, got gunned down in front of his house a few hours after we met him there. I had just finished writing my “Memorandum of Conversation” when I learned of his murder.

The mysterious “archivos” unit of the Presidency bore responsibility for large numbers of kidnappings and assassinations of persons deemed too close to the guerrillas, and of criminals who had beaten the system and gone free or had become repeat offenders. Army intel officers had formed car theft rings that operated in Guatemala, Mexico, and stretched into Texas; my landlord became involved and paid with his life, but that’s a story for another day. The guerrillas, romanticized and glorified by human rights “activists” and lefty loons in the US and Europe, comprsied nothing more than leftwing death squads terrorizing the countryside and forming alliances with the drug trafficking organizations then taking root in Guatemala.

We had guards and high walls topped with concertina wire. Most of us packed an assortment of firearms. I carried a .45 Colt or Ruger as my main, with a 9mm S&W back-up, and either a .38 S&W snub-nose or a .380 Colt Mark IV as an ankle or pocket weapon. In the house panic room, we had, inter alia, a Remington 870, a .30 cal M-1 carbine, an awesome Ruger Mini 14, my venerable S&W .357, a Llama 9mm, lots of ammo, and an assortment of gas masks, tear gas, pepper spray, knives, clubs, and a large dog. My wife did well with all of them–except in one instance which she has not yet given me permission to reveal (I have never understood why all women don’t know how to use a weapon or a change a tire; those can prove life-saving skills.) We spent weekends at the excellent gun ranges in Guatemala which had what every range should have: a bar. One should always mix large amounts of alcohol with firearms; the day at the range proves much more interesting. (Note from Management: The Editors and publishers of The Diplomad 2.0 in no way condone drinking alcohol while shooting a weapon. To avoid the possibility of spilling and wasting expensive alcohol, always put down your drink before firing your weapon.)

Excellent advice. Now how in the world could you not be well-primed to read the rest of it, I ask you?



On Veteran’s Day, to all our fine men and women in uniform. And apologies too, for allowing things to get so screwed up. We owe it to you all to find some way to fix it, although I have to admit to being entirely flummoxed right now as to how we’ll do it. But I solemnly promise you we’re gonna try.


Happy birthday, Marines

A damned compelling story, this one.

A memorial service was held recently for Lt. Col. Chris “Otis” Raible at my former Marine base in Yuma, Ariz. It was a moving ceremony that required overflow seating outside the chapel. Even in Yuma’s 100-degree heat, not a chair went empty.

Lt. Col. Raible’s fellow commanders and most of the Marine Corps’ leadership on the West Coast were in attendance. Fellow Marines of all ranks and ages, and civilians from the local community all took time to pay their respects. Wives and children of Marines still deployed wept not only for Donnella Raible and her three children, but also for this painful reminder that their loved ones are still in harm’s way.

The tributes were poignant. Col. Michael Gough, Marine Air Group 13 commander and Lt. Col. Raible’s boss, described him as the consummate leader, whether in taking care of his Marines at home in Arizona or leading from the front to mount a counterattack to defend his base. Quite simply, Col. Gough said, “he led.”

Now go read the rest for the part of the story the liberal media–and our feckless, useless political “leadership”–is wholly uninterested in.

Update! Via the Chef: once a Marine, always a Marine. Uncle Sam may be dead and buried, but God bless his Misguided Children anyway.


One of the biggest reasons to remove Ogabe from office over Benghazi

Because it’s the only way we’ll be spared the repulsive spectacle of the man responsible for their deaths solemnly droning on about the “tragedy” of losing these two American heroes at the ceremony for whatever posthumous award or medal they may end up receiving.

It is heart breaking that the two defenders of the annex, former SEALs Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty who were in Libya as security contractors separate from the consulate, ran to the sound of the guns at the consulate–though they were unarmed–and picked up dropped weapons on the way(tip to Instapundit).

They didn’t know what was going on and didn’t have real-time information about what was happening, but they followed their instincts and ran to the sounds of the guns.

It is a good thing that they acted that way, or the American body count could have been much higher–or we’d be discussing Day 47 of America Held Hostage. The two Americans allowed the escape of 20 of our people in the consulate and then they set up a defense perimeter and held off an attack by 100-200 jihadis at the annex.

And they killed 60 of the attackers in their stand.

Our president said he is sharing information about what happened as he finds out.

Can’t remember where I saw it, but I came across a good line the other day: Ogabe is swearing that he’s going to get to the bottom of this, and find out once and for all what he did.

(Via Simberg)



“Nobody in this group (of SEALs, intelligence officers, high military mucky-mucks, and others at the point of the spear, on whose broad backs the weight of politically motivated Obama admin treachery inevitably falls) is in a position to speak with any authority on these issues and on what impact these leaks might have.” Yeah, right. That’s reserved exclusively for the jug-eared, sunken-chested, slope-shouldered, no-ball punk infesting the Oval Office, and his mincing minions.

The gall, chutzpah, and sheer arrogance wafts off of these effete Democrat Socialist bums like a bad funk. More here, and here.


“Mr Gorbachev, tear down this wall”

Here’s what a real American capital-P President looks and sounds like. Just in case you’d forgotten, which, given the vaudeville act we’ve been laboring under, seems pretty likely. Yes, we once were a nation capable of producing the occasional actual statesman, although these days that’s all too easy to forget too. Another priceless quote: “The boys at State are going to kill me for this, but it’s the right thing to do.”



Love Lincoln as a man who liberated millions or hate him as a despot, no one can deny the power of his words.

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Lincoln thought the simple, direct little speech was a flop at the time, and so did a lot of others. But those words have resonated through history in a way that not many others have. And that, even more than their meaning and the sincerity and passion behind them, may be the most encouraging thing of all.

Our men and women in uniform are sworn to uphold and defend not a particular government, a transitory administration, or a single man or woman, but the Constitution itself. It’s another one of the things that has made and kept this nation extraordinary, if not downright unique. Stray from its strictures and demands on honor and integrity though our government might–and has–the Constitution remains…waiting for us to reclaim its promise of freedom and dignity, both for ourselves and for generations yet to come.

May God bless and protect the soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines who have willingly taken a sacred oath to that brilliant document. May we find it within ourselves, both collectively and individually, to live up to their commitment, and to be worthy of their sacrifice.

Update! Mike Walsh is thinking along the same lines I am.

There will be other wars after Iraq and Afghanistan, and more soldiers will die in the “unfinished work” to which Lincoln alluded — for that work can never be finished.

The struggle for personal sovereignty against totalitarian coercion — no matter what “ism” it goes by — likely won’t end ’til Judgment Day. Eternal vigilance really is the price of liberty.

So we mourn our dead, even as we salute their sacrifice.

They are our silent sentinels, forever on watch. On that lonely, windswept clifftop in Normandy, and in countless other places around the world, they serve their country still.

They do indeed. Remember them well, and always. It’s the very least we owe them.


In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae


Punch back twice as hard–and for these guys, that’s pretty damned hard

President Gutsy ought to be cowering in a White House closet right about now. He’s pissed off the wrong bunch, and they’re calling him on it.

Serving and former US Navy SEALs have slammed President Barack Obama for taking the credit for killing Osama bin Laden and accused him of using Special Forces operators as ‘ammunition’ for his re-election campaign.

The SEALs spoke out to MailOnline after the Obama campaign released an ad entitled ‘One Chance’.

Besides the ad, the White House is marking the first anniversary of the SEAL Team Six raid that killed bin Laden inside his compound in Abbottabad, Pakistan with a series of briefings and an NBC interview in the Situation Room designed to highlight the ‘gutsy call’ made by the President.

Ryan Zinke, a former Commander in the US Navy who spent 23 years as a SEAL and led a SEAL Team 6 assault unit, said: ‘The decision was a no brainer. I applaud him for making it but I would not overly pat myself on the back for making the right call.

‘I think every president would have done the same. He is justified in saying it was his decision but the preparation, the sacrifice – it was a broader team effort.’

Mr Zinke, who is now a Republican state senator in Montana, added that MR Obama was exploiting bin Laden’s death for his re-election bid. ‘The President and his administration are positioning him as a war president using the SEALs as ammunition. It was predictable.’

It sure was. Here’s the truly sad part:

Chris Kyle, a former SEAL sniper with 160 confirmed and another 95 unconfirmed kills to his credit, said: ‘The operation itself was great and the nation felt immense pride. It was great that we did it.

‘But bin Laden was just a figurehead. The war on terror continues. Taking him out didn’t really change anything as far as the war on terror is concerned and using it as a political attack is a cheap shot.

‘In years to come there is going to be information that will come out that Obama was not the man who made the call. He can say he did and the people who really know what happened are inside the Pentagon, are in the military and the military isn’t allowed to speak out against the commander- in-chief so his secret is safe.’

And the Miserable Worm In Chief knows that quite well, and is counting on it, in his usual dishonest, self-serving way. Sick-making, that’s what it is, and more so with every preening victory lap he takes on the shoulders of far better men than he’ll ever be.

(Via Insty)



Another day, another “scandal” from Afghanistan that I and most of the rest of the country don’t give two shits about. Or even one shit. “An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints, Why, single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints.” Get back to me when our guys start yodeling and sawing heads off on YouTube with rusty kitchen knives, willya? Until then, try to stop sobbing over “mistreatment” and “abuse” of the stinking corpses of our barbaric enemies by the rough men we’ve sent over to off them for us; all those bitter tears might get into the beer and water it down, y’know.

Update! If you think posing for pictures with chunks of trophy splodeydopes is in any way equivalent to this, or somehow “brings us down to their level,” you may well be an idiot.


Pork-eating crusaders!

I just love this:

In the wake of the recent setbacks in Afghanistan, American commanders are working overtime trying to instill sensitivity among U.S. troops toward their Afghan counterparts and their Islamic culture.

But many American servicemembers already wear their feelings on their sleeves — sometimes literally — choosing a powerful term to represent the way they believe they’re perceived by the Muslim world: “Infidel.”

It started as a humorous tactic for poking fun at intolerant Islamists ignorant of American ideals.

Clayton Montgomery, owner of a well-known online vendor called Mil-Spec Monkey and designer of some infidel patches, said his most popular item has been his “Pork-Eating Crusader” patch, which includes a translation into Arabic.

“Everybody sort of hates occupying forces anyway, so it’s kind of embracing that,” he told “If you are going to hate us anyway, we might as well pretend to be the great white devil.”

Yes indeed. Enough already with the sucking up to crude, ignorant barbarians, tippy-toeing delicately around their 7th-century tribal ideals and glossing over their inherently violent “religion” so as not to hurt their delicate widdle feelings. If they want to sit in their hellish backwaters slaughtering each other from now til doomsday, fine by me. But the moment they decide to dip a toe into 21st century asymmetrical warfare and come after their modern betters–ie, us–using devices, tactics, and technology that they could never in a million years even imagine on their own, they need to be constantly reminded that they don’t get any mulligans or handicaps for their ass-backwards, primitive ineptness; it’s either fully into the deep end or stay the hell home.

You fly big steel sky-birds into our tall buildings, you get your ass stomped but good. And we aren’t going to pretend to respect your fucking stone-age “religion” just because you’re stupid enough to believe that your bloodthirsty deity will send you to Hell for all eternity for the sin of wiping your ass with the wrong hand. We pork-eating, dog-loving, alcohol-swilling, lustful, generally-tolerant crusader infidels don’t play by those rules. There’s no reason on earth why we should.

(Via Maet)


Another loss

Well, they say disasters come in threes. Which means we’re way, way over quota here. Cousin Reg sends this:


You probably know the military blogger Neptunus Lex. He was killed yesterday in a crash out in Fallon, NV. He was flying a F-21 KFIR adversary jet for ATAC. Great loss, very sad.

And indeed it is. Fair winds and following seas to another good man gone before his time.


Screw the troops

Ogabe shows the true depth of his (dis)regard for them:

The Obama administration’s proposed defense budget calls for military families and retirees to pay sharply more for their healthcare, while leaving unionized civilian defense workers’ benefits untouched. The proposal is causing a major rift within the Pentagon, according to U.S. officials. Several congressional aides suggested the move is designed to increase the enrollment in Obamacare’s state-run insurance exchanges.

The disparity in treatment between civilian and uniformed personnel is causing a backlash within the military that could undermine recruitment and retention.

By their fruits shall ye etc. But we’ve already seen enough examples of His Majesty’s feelings about the military to make some judgments about him on that score, I guess. Pejman says:

Specifically, the proposal would impose five-year increases in Tricare premiums ranging from 94-345 percent. No, that is not a typo. And yes, the proposal is tremendously unfair, given that the sacrifices it imposes are so one-sided. Is it any wonder that so many concerns have been raised regarding the military’s ability to recruit and retain the best available personnel in light of the proposed massive hikes in Tricare premiums?

No word on whether they’ll all be getting free condoms.


Muslim rules

You thought maybe that the pitiful grubbing around at the knees of the entirely corrupt potentate of a hostile nation for forgiveness from the troglodytic misanthropes he misrules was bad, hopefully as bad as it was going to get? Well, hold onto your hats, because, well, damn. Just…damn.

NATO officials promised to meet Afghan nation’s demand of bringing to justice, through an open trial, those responsible for the incident and it was agreed that the perpetrators of the crime be brought to justice as soon as possible.

People, this is nothing whatsoever short of outfuckingrageous. That we have gone from this:

President Bush: Thank you all. I want you all to know — it [bullhorn] can’t go any louder —  I want you all to know that American today, American today is on bended knee, in prayer for the people whose lives were lost here, for the workers who work here, for the families who mourn. The nation stands with the good people of New York City and New Jersey and Connecticut as we mourn the loss of thousands of our citizens…

Rescue Worker: I can’t hear you!

President Bush: I can hear you! I can hear you! The rest of the world hears you! And the people — and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon!

…to this:

I wish to express my deep regret for the reported incident,” Obama wrote in the letter delivered to Karzai today, and released by the Afghanistan government. “I extend to you and the Afghan people my sincere apologies. The error was inadvertent,” the letter added.  “I assure you that we will take the appropriate steps to avoid any recurrence, to include holding accountable those responsible.”

…is a travesty almost beyond human comprehension. Note well that apparently, the complete text revealing Ogabe’s groveling–and, by extension, ours– hasn’t been released. Gee, wonder why. It’s almost as if the sorry excuse for an American President knows he has a lot to be embarrassed about here–as remote a possibility as that is, judging from all evidence to date.

The idea that soldiers–American soldiers, and yes, that matters, or ought to, to Americans at least–can be murdered by wholly uncivilized barbarian swine outraged over a stupid fucking book–not only a particularly primitive and vile one, but one that had already been defaced, mind, by some of the same fucking savages–being burned, and that that would elicit not an immediate ass-kicking for the culprits and their supporters so thorough as to be felt across continents, but a pathetic spate of groveling and beseeching from our clownish, gutless, feckless “leaders,” both political and military, is beyond disgusting, beyond appalling, beyond shameful.

Personally, I’d have a very hard time serving in any military run by people like this. This kind of backstabbing lack of support from the very top has to be leading some of the lower-level troops into near-mutinous mindsets. And while it might be mildly seditious to say so, I also have to say I’d have a hard time blaming them if it did.


What a Progressivist-tyranny military looks like

Weak. And kind of sad. And, frankly, pathetic.

Back in the Reagan days, the phrase “personnel is policy” revealed an insight on how Washington works. Any administration is more likely to succeed if it hires the best people who are ideologically oriented to its goals. If your agenda is radically-liberal, as Obama’s is, you would choose someone like Ray Mabus, a former Mississippi governor, to be your Navy secretary.

Navy Secretary Mabus, like Obama, believes that our armed services are political tools, playthings to be splashed about like toys in a toddler’s bathtub. Yes, they are all too willing to bask in the glories of DEVGRU (aka, SEAL Team 6), but the credit for those achievements is JFK’s, not theirs.

Under Mabus and Obama, our Navy has shrunk to World War I levels, women are serving on submarines and we are spending untold millions or billions on “greening” the navy. The Marine Corps is about to be cut massively and the navy’s shipbuilding program is being delayed, resulting in a force that may be over-stressed or even incapable of doing its job in the next crisis.

Right now we have more admirals than ships. The fleet stands at about 285 ships, down from the Cold War level of nearly 600. We have about 336 admirals. And some of them are interesting picks.

“Interesting” in the sense of the old Chinese curse, methinks. But none of you Army partisans out there need snicker. You have weeping of your own to do.

CAMP ZAMA, Japan – The Army is ordering its hardened combat veterans to wear fake breasts and empathy bellies so they can better understand how pregnant soldiers feel during physical training.

This week, 14 noncommissioned officers at Camp Zama took turns wearing the “pregnancy simulators” as they stretched, twisted and exercised during a three-day class that teaches them to serve as fitness instructors for pregnant soldiers and new mothers.

Army enlisted leaders all over the world are being ordered to take the Pregnancy Postpartum Physical Training Exercise Leaders Course, or PPPT, according to U.S. Army Medical Activity Japan health promotion educator Jana York.

Sgt. Michael Braden, a helicopter crew chief who has served in Iraq, Afghanistan and Kosovo, said he was less than enthusiastic about taking part.

“I didn’t want to do it,” said Braden, 29, of Everett, Wash.

The 78th Aviation Battalion mechanic said he was ordered to do the training even though he doesn’t have any female soldiers in his unit and doesn’t see himself as the right sort of person to run the aerobics classes that make up a large portion of the PPPT training.

…Prout, who is single, said he hoped the PPPT training would help him relate to his future wife when she gets pregnant.

“A lot of people when their wives get pregnant just say, ‘good luck,’ but I will be able to be there step by step,” he said.

And hey, isn’t that what being a po-mo PC soldier is really all about? Like I said: interesting. Interesting as hell. Steyn says it with a quote: “As the Duke of Wellington remarked in another context, I don’t know what effect these men will have upon the enemy, but, by God, they frighten me.”


Get out now

Ogabe will wind up doing the right thing just this once–for all the wrong reasons, naturally. Tim Lynch explains, starting with this vivid nugget of an opener:

I’ve been trying to come up with a post for over a month now but don’t have any good pictures because I’m back in America, sans super cool Nikon which got blown up in the Helmand, and without good pictures I don’t seem to be able to write. That camera cost over a thousand bucks and that money is now down the sewer, which is appropriate given the fact that on my last night in Kandahar the poo pond burst its seams and I had to wade through 3 feet of waste water to get to the freedom bird. I’m serious – here’s a picture of that shit, which I hesitate to say because using inappropriate language is (so I have learned) a sign of PTSD.

Uhh, Tim, looking at the pic, I’d say there’s nothing whatever inappropriate about your language there, buddy. Onwards:

But I don’t want to talk about shit, I want to talk about the alarming deterioration I see in this country and our nitwit President. That is proving hard to do, because every time I think I’ve crafted an astute observation or two I read a post by Victor Davis Hanson or Richard Fernandez who say what I was going to say, only they say it ten time better than I ever could. My agent keeps telling me I’m just 12 months of hard work away from a Hollywood blockbuster but I don’t believe a word he says except when he tells me I need to keep the blog going. Keeping the blog going is proving hard because I’m not in Afghanistan and the Afghans are screwed now anyway. I can sum up our ten years in Afghanistan in 3 pictures and then I’m moving on to the President’s new genius plan for the military and (this is going to freak you out) I agree with him. Not his reasoning mind you, he was, is, and will always be an absolute moron, but what he is doing by gutting the ground forces was inevitable. But hey, every once in a while even a blind squirrel will find a nut.

Ten years ago, Afghans were thrilled to see us and thought that finally they could live in peace and develop their country.

Five years ago they watched us flounder – we stayed on FOBs and shoveled cash by the billions into the hands of a corrupt central government that we insisted, despite clear evidence to the contrary, was a legitimate government – one that had to be supported at all costs. We raided their homes at night and shot up civilians who got too close to our convoys, we paid for roads that did not exist and, because of the “force protection” mentality, most Afghans thought our soldiers were cowards because they never came to the bazaar off duty and unarmored to buy stuff like the Russians did. In fact, every bite of food our soldiers consumed was flown into country at great expense, so in a land famous for its melons and grapes our troops ate crappy melon and tasteless grapes flown in by contractors from God knows where.

Now, they want to shoot us in the face. Except for the klepocratic elite who want us to give them billions more and then shoot us in the face.

There it is; Afghanistan is toast, and what the last 10 years has taught us is we cannot afford to deploy American ground forces. Two billion dollars a week (that’s billion with a B) has bought what? Every year we stay to “bring security to the people,” the security situation for the people gets worse and worse, deteriorating by orders of magnitude. Now the boy genius has announced a “new strategy”. A strategy that is identical to the “strategy” that resulted in a hollow ground force getting its ass kicked by North Korea in 1950; a mere five years after we had ascended to the most dominant military the world had ever known.

Was Iraq worth the blood and treasure spent by the United States? If it was, I’m not seeing it. Will the end state in Afghanistan be worth the blood and treasure we have spent and continue to spend? Not a chance in hell. The only lesson to be learned from the past ten years of constant war is that we cannot afford to go to war. At least not in the way we do it now which is, sort of, what I’ve been pointing out in this blog for years.

Tim has it right, I think. Herschel Smith concurs (and why both of these guys haven’t already taken up residence in Ye Olde Blogrolle until now, I surely don’t know):

Listen well. This is no anti-war cry. I have argued virtually non-stop for increasing troop levels, staying the course, and increased (and different) lines of logistics for support of our troops. But I have watched with dismay and even panic over the course of the last six years as we haven’t taken the campaign seriously, and good men have suffered and perished because of it.

Michael Yon applies the KISS principle:

This war is going to turn out badly. We are wasting lives and resources while the United States decays and other threats emerge. We led the horse to water.

Importantly, there is no value in pretending that Pakistan is an ally. We should wish the best of luck to the Afghans, and the many peaceful Pakistanis, and accelerate our withdrawal of our main battle force. The US never has been serious about Afghanistan. Under General Petraeus we were starting to gain ground, but the current trajectory will land us in the mud.

The enemies will never beat us in Afghanistan. Force on force, the Taliban are weak by comparison. Yet this is their home. There is only so much we can do at this extreme cost for the many good Afghan people. We must reduce our main effort and concentrate on other matters. Time to come home.

Again: agreed. The yammering of anti-American, anti-military pseudo-pacifists is not worth heeding. But when you have serious, patriotic, courageous Americans who have been there and seen the elephant up close and personal saying it, it absolutely must be considered carefully.

We started off on the right foot in both Iraq and Afghanistan, and then went off the rails. A nation that lacks the will to not just hold the enemy at bay or pick them off piecemeal from the sky but crush their very spirit and will to resist is not one that has any business going to war at all. That describes us all too well, and the only thing we’re accomplishing now is squandering the lives of our best and brightest, sapping the esprit and reducing the numbers of the kind of men and women we have all too few of to begin with, on a poorly-conceived fool’s errand. Time for that to end, and to rethink exactly what kind of country we have chosen to become, the limitations inherent in defining ourselves as we have, and whether we wish to continue along that dismal path.


Greatest President in history singlehandedly rescues hostages!

All hail the King, who will no doubt be taking full credit for his exploits, his personal courage, and all-round derring-do:

U.S. special operations forces have rescued a kidnapped American aid worker and her Danish colleague in Somalia, U.S. officials said Wednesday. During the raid, all nine of their captors were killed.

Jessica Buchanan, 32, and Poul Hagen Thisted, 60, were abducted Oct. 25 by a group of armed men in the Somali town of Galkayo. Pentagon officials said there is no indication the men had any connection to international terrorism or al-Shabab, Somalia’s al-Qaeda affiliate. Instead, the men are believed to have been pirates, hoping to trade their captives for ransom.

The rescue was carried out by the same Navy SEAL unit that found and killed Osama bin Laden, two U.S. officials told the Associated Press, speaking on condition of anonymity to discuss the operation. The unit is the Naval Special Warfare Development Group, also known as SEAL Team 6. The members of the unit who carried out the rescue operation were not the same personnel as those who killed bin Laden, the U.S. officials told AP. The Pentagon would not confirm those details, citing security procedures.

After killing the Somali captors, the commandos found Buchanan and Thisted unharmed in an outdoor encampment and freed them.

Somewhere, Warren Christopher is angrily wondering why the SEALs couldn’t have shot them in the shoulder or something, and other Leftards are wailing and wringing their hands over the “unnecessary” and “tragic” loss of life. But for the rest of us, this is how it’s friggin’ done. Hats off to the SEALs as always, and even a small tip of the ol’ chapeau to Ogabe for at least having enough sense to stay the hell out of their way.


Two more for Veterans Day

First, Hayward:

Strong soldiers cannot long preserve a weak nation from determined enemies. Many of America’s excellent weapon systems are aging badly. We can’t expect a perpetual monopoly on stealth fighters, superior satellite intelligence, and sophisticated drone weapons. We won’t keep our military edge without effort, and it would be a tragedy for all mankind if we lost it, because the matchless edge and balance of the American sword has thwarted untold horrors since the thousand-year agenda of the Axis was brought up 988 years short.

It’s not surprising that our government is always on the lookout for “peace dividends,” but they are largely mythical. Beating swords into plowshares leaves us holding plowshares when the barbarians turn up wielding swords. The U.S. government spends vast amounts of money on things it was never meant to do, but when it comes time to talk of spending cuts, the most solemn responsibility it does bear is first on the chopping block. Alas, money taken from the military is always repaid eventually…with interest.

Sure enough. A simple, obvious lesson humanity seems incapable of learning. Next up, David French makes a truly dismal comparison:

Mike McQueary, Joe Paterno, and Tim Curley, meet Staff Sgt. Salvatore Giunta, Staff Sgt. Leroy Petry, and the families of Corporal Jason Dunham, Pfc. Ross McGinnis, Staff Sgt. Robert Miller, Master-At-Arms Michael Monsoor, Sgt. First Class Jared Monti, Lt. Michael Murphy, and Sgt. First Class Paul Ray Smith. You could learn a lot from them.

Read all of it; French pulls no punches here, as well he mightn’t, and shouldn’t.


Happy Veteran’s Day

Humblest thanks to all our warriors, past and present, for the gifts you’ve given us, the sacrifices you’ve made, and the noble work you’ve done. We all owe you a debt that can never be repaid, but must be acknowledge with gratitude. Happy belated birthday as well to Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children, and many happy returns.


Common ground

Excellent article on what it’s like to be the parent of an American soldier deployed in harm’s way. My favorite part is this one, which will surprise nobody who knows me:

On a happier note, the one area in which deployment is nearly unsurpassed lies in its ability to bring people together for a grand sendoff.

We held Sarge’s farewell party just before June 1, his official deployment date (he won’t arrive in Iraq until this month), so grilling burgers on July 4th will be tame by comparison.

This was definitely not a Norman Rockwell scene, though one suspects Norman would have had a rocking time. A smoky cooking fire (my idea to roast an octopus was vetoed; our oldest son flew in from San Francisco to butcher and cook a pig) cast a rich haze over 100 or so friends, relatives and a few thirsty strangers, some bearing musical instruments while many others, including soldiers with hard combat experience, came armed with a host of jugs.

When soldiers and musicians gather, the alcohol deities smile broadly. Thirsts worthy of condemned pirates were slaked with passion, and as the smoke and noise levels rose, neighbors could be forgiven for thinking the Vikings had landed (though none sounded the alarm down at the local sheriff’s office, for which we are thankful). One senses that many serious head wounds required treatment the next morning, but there was the solace of knowing that the damage was sustained in the line of duty.

Ahh, those crippling self-inflicted “war” wounds. But somehow, we all, military personnel and musicians alike, keep soldiering on. Heh.

Don’t skip a word of it, people, and that’s an order.


The boys of Pointe Du Hoc

As remembered by the great Ronald Reagan:

We’re here to mark that day in history when the Allied armies joined in battle to reclaim this continent to liberty. For four long years, much of Europe had been under a terrible shadow. Free nations had fallen, Jews cried out in the camps, millions cried out for liberation. Europe was enslaved and the world prayed for its rescue. Here, in Normandy, the rescue began. Here, the Allies stood and fought against tyranny, in a giant undertaking unparalleled in human history.

We stand on a lonely, windswept point on the northern shore of France. The air is soft, but forty years ago at this moment, the air was dense with smoke and the cries of men, and the air was filled with the crack of rifle fire and the roar of cannon. At dawn, on the morning of the 6th of June, 1944, two hundred and twenty-five Rangers jumped off the British landing craft and ran to the bottom of these cliffs.

Their mission was one of the most difficult and daring of the invasion: to climb these sheer and desolate cliffs and take out the enemy guns. The Allies had been told that some of the mightiest of these guns were here, and they would be trained on the beaches to stop the Allied advance.

The Rangers looked up and saw the enemy soldiers at the edge of the cliffs, shooting down at them with machine guns and throwing grenades. And the American Rangers began to climb. They shot rope ladders over the face of these cliffs and began to pull themselves up. When one Ranger fell, another would take his place. When one rope was cut, a Ranger would grab another and begin his climb again. They climbed, shot back, and held their footing. Soon, one by one, the Rangers pulled themselves over the top, and in seizing the firm land at the top of these cliffs, they began to seize back the continent of Europe. Two hundred and twenty-five came here. After two days of fighting, only ninety could still bear arms.

And behind me is a memorial that symbolizes the Ranger daggers that were thrust into the top of these cliffs. And before me are the men who put them there. These are the boys of Pointe du Hoc. These are the men who took the cliffs. These are the champions who helped free a continent. And these are the heroes who helped end a war. Gentlemen, I look at you and I think of the words of Stephen Spender’s poem. You are men who in your “lives fought for life and left the vivid air signed with your honor.”

The men of Normandy had faith that what they were doing was right, faith that they fought for all humanity, faith that a just God would grant them mercy on this beachhead, or on the next. It was the deep knowledge — and pray God we have not lost it — that there is a profound moral difference between the use of force for liberation and the use of force for conquest. You were here to liberate, not to conquer, and so you and those others did not doubt your cause. And you were right not to doubt.

You all knew that some things are worth dying for. One’s country is worth dying for, and democracy is worth dying for, because it’s the most deeply honorable form of government ever devised by man. All of you loved liberty. All of you were willing to fight tyranny, and you knew the people of your countries were behind you.

The Americans who fought here that morning knew word of the invasion was spreading through the darkness back home. They fought — or felt in their hearts, though they couldn’t know in fact, that in Georgia they were filling the churches at 4:00 am. In Kansas they were kneeling on their porches and praying. And in Philadelphia they were ringing the Liberty Bell.

We in America have learned bitter lessons from two world wars. It is better to be here ready to protect the peace, than to take blind shelter across the sea, rushing to respond only after freedom is lost. We’ve learned that isolationism never was and never will be an acceptable response to tyrannical governments with an expansionist intent. But we try always to be prepared for peace, prepared to deter aggression, prepared to negotiate the reduction of arms, and yes, prepared to reach out again in the spirit of reconciliation. In truth, there is no reconciliation we would welcome more than a reconciliation with the Soviet Union, so, together, we can lessen the risks of war, now and forever.

Here, in this place where the West held together, let us make a vow to our dead. Let us show them by our actions that we understand what they died for. Let our actions say to them the words for which Matthew Ridgway listened: “I will not fail thee nor forsake thee.”

Strengthened by their courage and heartened by their valor and borne by their memory, let us continue to stand for the ideals for which they lived and died.

‘Nuff said.




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