Who knows; but this meteor was traveling 37.2222 MPS, that's Miles per second....
Actually the the fed can do little but sit on the sidelines to help the economy. The Federal reserves main job should be and is to maintain a stable money supply, not to be confused with a static money supply. Ok if I wasn't so angry at this country, what do I think should happen with the money. The fed should pull money out of the market place which would cause the long bonds to increase in value. However there is a mitigating factor. The amount of cash reserves held by foreign countries is very high. I think that foreign countries would take the opportunity to sell off some of the excess USD reserves to get away from the dollar as a cash reserve. So they would be less under our thumb. I like that. Makes them more likely to want to invade. If the Fed does not pull money out inflation becomes more likely and jobs will in all likely hood be harder to come by which means people will continue to run conservatively in spending which will hurt the worlds economies which will increase the likely hood of invasion. Hmmm. Can't think of a way around this rock and hard place.
Pull money out of the economy. It will toughen up the mentality of Americans. Make em more financially responsible.....eventually.
In the mean time, worker productivity dropped last month. Means more people doing less. That's not a good economic sign either. Wait, maybe they have a point here. More people working they think may have a good economic impact. Not for long they think. I would have to meditate on it but to say that it would be temporary is probably fact. People should still be slow to spend. We here in the US; with out factories, can no longer sustain the worlds economies. They are going to have to learn to buy what they make. You know grow up. Wean themselves from us. Works. More likely to invade us. Hmph still works out that a way.
Holy crap! Talk about coincidences, there has always been strange goings on in the nature of politics from; was there a conspiracy to kill JFK, to this, in relation to the plane crash in Alaska, what was it yesterday?.... I don't get the connection totally, but my internal alarm bells are ringing.
See now this next thought is the kind of statement that a brilliant man would say that makes me wonder, what did he know about the matters of the spirit?
"A man is a god in ruins."
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
This seems comical but it is an example of spoiled rotten; never had their butts busted, for throwing temper tantrums. I think it is tragic; however this type of behavior will be straightened out by that invasion I keep harping on.
Ah, so the electorate does make a difference. Ya know what I think.... IT AIN"T ENOUGH!!!!!
This should be an all up response. Period. Not some half arsed throw a few more men and a paltry few hundred million more at the problem. The American people ain't fooled. Too late for the Dems. It is just not enough. If they rushed a division to the border with shoot to kill orders, now that would be enough. The people might be impressed. No compromise on that can be had. NONE! Ya bunch of damned crooks!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
OOOOOH that's gross!
No man hath anger like a woman scorned....EEEEwwww.
I started this day without first reading this....Soooo the title for today certainly does not Do Emerson justice....I do differ slightly in that I start with a vivid in color picture in my mind about what I want to talk about.....
Never the less something less than ewww.....:
A man conversing in earnest, if he watch his intellectual processes, will find that a material image, more or less luminous, arises in his mind, contemporaneous with every thought, which furnishes the vestment of the thought. Hence, good writing and brilliant discourse are perpetual allegories.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
I started this day without first reading this....Soooo the title for today certainly does not Do Emerson justice....I do differ slightly in that I start with a vivid in color picture in my mind about what I want to talk about.....
Never the less something less than ewww.....:
A man conversing in earnest, if he watch his intellectual processes, will find that a material image, more or less luminous, arises in his mind, contemporaneous with every thought, which furnishes the vestment of the thought. Hence, good writing and brilliant discourse are perpetual allegories.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Now for the news with my comentary
It's raining in Asia but is it raining in all of Asia? NO? Is it pouring rain in Africa and Europe too? No? How about this for a perdiction... If it super floods in Europe, Asia, and African all in the same year then we here in the US can expect an invasion by the next year.
Naw; the government killed this rancher and this nun.....Sue the Fed for wrongful death....
Ah HAH! Private dicks doing federal law enforcement jobs.....That smacks of the corporate beast and mercenary-ism....That is just some of the stuff, Al did to our country back in the late 90's....
Comparing my sister and mother to the US economy.....Did you know that my sister had at one time and still has a credit card...when she was making 400-800 a month, her personal credit card limit was $15,000.00 and she had it maxed out.... My mother who has been on SSI for better'n a decade has a credit card balance of well her rich sister paid it off.... but the limit is was $15,000.00. Of course this was last year..... I don't know now what is happening with it today. I do know that it is no higher today. I wonder if she has been cut off....by the credit card company..I wonder if my Aunt cut her off too.. I know that for a while the bill was going to my Aunt....I also know that my sister wanted to get the bill sent back to her....I assume because she did not want her aunt to know that she was pissing money away instead of being wise about it....My sister is the most tight lipped person I have ever seen....Of course I don't press her about her stuff. I could.... I may.... However the point is She messed up my mom messed up and this country is messed up....economically and financially.... Which came first the chicken or the egg....How coincidental that the US is in great financial trouble and my mom and sister are also in great financial trouble.....I will tell you what Why don't you credit card companies slap leans and judgements on my moms house just to make sure that you get paid cause I don't see any other alternative to a guarantee that that... Like wise world on the US ;of course the only way to insure the debt of the US is well, you know....A sovereign nation is a sovereign nation. To get your money back you will have to invade, conquer, enslave, and loot and tax, because when the right gets this country back..... How can I put this; well, just cash in your chits and demand, and when we don't pay up....invade.....right after you all recover from the raining and flooding....When it is all done, blame Teresa and Al and Jimmie Liane Erkkila...Trust me I have been on the inside for 40 years....They got no good in mind for this country and see it as the problem.....BTW way paying off the credit cards....that was income not reported; I would bet, on thier income taxes.
Naw; the government killed this rancher and this nun.....Sue the Fed for wrongful death....
Ah HAH! Private dicks doing federal law enforcement jobs.....That smacks of the corporate beast and mercenary-ism....That is just some of the stuff, Al did to our country back in the late 90's....
Comparing my sister and mother to the US economy.....Did you know that my sister had at one time and still has a credit card...when she was making 400-800 a month, her personal credit card limit was $15,000.00 and she had it maxed out.... My mother who has been on SSI for better'n a decade has a credit card balance of well her rich sister paid it off.... but the limit is was $15,000.00. Of course this was last year..... I don't know now what is happening with it today. I do know that it is no higher today. I wonder if she has been cut off....by the credit card company..I wonder if my Aunt cut her off too.. I know that for a while the bill was going to my Aunt....I also know that my sister wanted to get the bill sent back to her....I assume because she did not want her aunt to know that she was pissing money away instead of being wise about it....My sister is the most tight lipped person I have ever seen....Of course I don't press her about her stuff. I could.... I may.... However the point is She messed up my mom messed up and this country is messed up....economically and financially.... Which came first the chicken or the egg....How coincidental that the US is in great financial trouble and my mom and sister are also in great financial trouble.....I will tell you what Why don't you credit card companies slap leans and judgements on my moms house just to make sure that you get paid cause I don't see any other alternative to a guarantee that that... Like wise world on the US ;of course the only way to insure the debt of the US is well, you know....A sovereign nation is a sovereign nation. To get your money back you will have to invade, conquer, enslave, and loot and tax, because when the right gets this country back..... How can I put this; well, just cash in your chits and demand, and when we don't pay up....invade.....right after you all recover from the raining and flooding....When it is all done, blame Teresa and Al and Jimmie Liane Erkkila...Trust me I have been on the inside for 40 years....They got no good in mind for this country and see it as the problem.....BTW way paying off the credit cards....that was income not reported; I would bet, on thier income taxes.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Proof positive that my sister does not rule the world
Did you know that a solar flare was caused by great magnetic whirlpool, which decreases the pressure just below the surface so much, so quickly that the surface material no longer has gravity enough to remain on the suns surface.... blasting huge amounts of material; at fractionally relativistic speeds, into outer space. You didn't? You can name that the Ron effect.
I am all smiles....
20 states and the nations most influential small business group are filing friend of the court statements as to the national health care deal... Read it for yourself....
Now My wife wants to get on the computer....to shop....read next article for more on this stupid behavior of hers....She's got little or no money, a mental disease diagnosis, me bitching mercilessly and still she cannot resist.... woo she is fucked up.... did you know that there is no contract that is valid when signed by a mentally ill individual....none...You did'n know that?
Dumb de dumdum....Looking for an American who is a terrorist...
Me Hypocritical?....Bwhahahahaha! I have never ever hid the fact that I cuss and swear like a sailor....I will tell you what is hypocritical....a pope going along with covering up of child molesting Priests...A congressman pretending piety and then getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar...A congress who lets same congressman off with a now now Johnny don't do that again...a desperate president who is now thinking about how to just up and forgive billions in home loans to people who were to stupid to do a little math and compare it to the then over priced home they were buying....Now that is hypocrisy....I will never hide the fact that I have learned a huge number of things from personal stupidity.....never.. I am not hypocritical just honest....I will never cover up the fact that in spite of my swearing I am still saved by grace....My behaviour is not changing the fact that all you have to do is ask Jesus to save you and you to will be saved, and in spite of whatever the hell you are doing so long as you don't do the 7 deadly sins you are not going to have any problems getting into the gates of the Kingdom of Heaven. In fact I think God would rather have a cussing nonhypocratical me than a bullshittin hypocritical you.... those of you who don't really know what I am talking about its a personal argument...
If Afghanistan cannot rid it self of corruption then well......what are we doing there?
And Companies are hiring slow. Not looking good....Stock market switching to T-bills.....
Aaand we let foreigners come in aaaand we get this shit....Indians (not to be confused with Native Americans) honor kill, Americans don't....
Oops again...I thought I had a funny feeling about the new, now old CEO of Hughlitt Packard...
Heres one for you...How many great people were born in Oklahoma....Let's start with Jim Thorpe.. Oh did I tell you I am part Injun and White man.
Art Acord
Silent film star, 90 films between 1910 and 1929, Stillwater
Carl Albert
McAlester, Former Speaker, US House
Tommy Allsup
Country and Western Music Entertainer. Claremore, Miami, Tulsa
Erica Anderson
Actor, (Quake, Zandalee) Tulsa
Gene Autry
Sapulpa, Actor, musician
Lou Antonio
Director/Actor (Chicago Hope), Oklahoma City
Johnny Bench
Baseball great
Black Kettle
Cheyenne, Cheyenne Chief
William "Hopalong Cassidy" Boyd
Tulsa, Actor
Garth Brooks
Of Yukon, country and western music entertainer
Paul and Thomas Braniff
Okla. City, Aviation pioneers
Anita Bryant
Tulsa, Entertainer
Jeremy Castle
Oklahoma country music singer and songwriter form Blanchard, OK
Lon Chaney
Ok
Roy Clark
Tulsa, Musicianla. City, Actor
Charles Coe
National Amateur Golfing Champion in 1949 and 1958.
Bart Conner
Olympic gold medal winner, gymnastics
Leroy Gordon Cooper
Of Shawnee, was among the original seven US astronauts. He orbited the earth 22 times in 1963
Joan Crawford
Lawton, Actress
Admiral William Crowe
Former Head of the Joint Chiefs-of-Staff.
Dizzy Dean
Baseball great
John Denver
Corn, Clinton, Musician
Charles "Pretty Boy" Floyd
Akins, Sallisaw, Outlaw
Owen K. Gariott
Of Enid, US astronaut
James Garner
Actor
Geronimo
Fort Sill, Apache Warrior
Vince Gill
Country singer
Woody Guthrie
Considered by most to be the father of American Folk music, was born Woodrow Wilson Guthrie in Okemah, OK, July 14, 1912
Mary Hart
Okla. City, TV anchorwoman
Paul Harvey
Tulsa, Broadcast journalist
Ron Howard
Duncan, Actor/Director
Toby Keith
Moore, Musician
Jean Kirkpatrick
Ambassador to the United Nations
Gordon William "Pawnee Bill" Lillie
Pawnee, Wild West Show
Dr. Shannon Lucid
Of Oklahoma City, a US astronaut. She was on board the space shuttle Atlantis during its flight in October of 1989
Reba McEntire
Country and western music entertainer
Phillip C McGraw "Dr. Phil"
Okla. City, TV Host
Mickey Mantle,
Baseball great.
Pepper Martin
Baseball great
Shannon Miller
Edmond, Gymnast
Kenny Monday
Great wrestler and athlete
Bobby Murcer
Okla. City, Baseball great.
Carry Nation
Of Guthrie, led the fight for prohibition
Bill Pickett
Ponca City, Invented bulldogging
Brad Pitt
Shawnee, Actor
William R. Pogue
Of Okemah, among the original seven US astronauts. He returned to earth on February 8, 1974 after 84 days in space.
Darrell Porter
Baseball great
Wiley Post
A Native Oklahoman and a pioneer in the field of aviation. He was the first to discover the jet stream and the first ever to design and wear a space suit
Lynn Riggs
Author, writer "Green Grow The Lilacs" from which script Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote the Broadway musical hit "Oklahoma!"
Will Rogers
Humorist, entertainer, ambassador-at-large
Stuart A Roosa
Of Claremore, a US astronaut
John Smith
Great wrestler and athlete
Thomas P Stafford
Of Weatherford, US astronaut who commanded the joint United States-Soviet
Belle Starr
Outlaw 1846-1889, was called the "Queen of the Outlaws" , "a female Jesse James"
Willie Stargell
Baseball great
Bill Tilghman
Bat Masterson called him "The greatest of us all." Bill Tilghman was a fearless gunfighter who rode with a badge throughout Indian Territory in the 1890's as one of the "Three Guardsmen." He was responsible of arresting dozens of hardened outlaws and criminals during his life and participated in many gunfights. After retiring from law enforcement, he was coaxed into wearing his badge one more time in 1924 at the age of 70 in a wild and woolly oil boom town of Cromwell, Oklahoma where a young drunk shot and killed him without provocation
Bob Tway
Of Edmond, he won the PGA Championship in 1986
Jim Thorpe
One of Oklahoma's greatest athletes. At the 1912 Olympics, the King of Sweden declared that Thorpe was "the greatest athlete in the world."
Wayman Tisdale
Great basketball player and athlete
Carrie Underwood
Of Checotah. American Idol winner 2005.
Paul and Lloyd Waner
Outfielders from Harrah, OK. The only brothers in the National Baseball Hall of Fame
JC Watts
Sooner quarterback, U.S. congressman
Bud Wilkerson
Norman, Football
Is Robert S Johnson in there?....He should be... Born in Lawton Oklahoma, was the first pilot to surpass Eddie Richenbachers record of 26 air kills in WWI, with 27 in WWII. Author of Thunderbolt; his auto biography of flying fighters , and I actually got to meet him when he was at Thunderbolt Reunion in Warner Robins Ga....Shook his hand got his autograph....Cool stuff. Speaking of a small world, I also took care of General Scott's AC. I got a personally autographed paperback of his too...You know, God is my Copilot, back in the day when I was practicing heating and Air....Speaking of more coincidences, My dad got to see Richard Ira Bong, America's Ace of Aces with 40 kills. Ya see he grew up in the county I lived in...He came home to visit while on war bond drive in Poplar Wisconsin. My dad grew up on a farm in a little ol' township next to Poplar named Maple...
My last entry for the day is:
No one will dare maintain that it is better to do injustice than to bear it.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC)
Lets see what happened overnight
Ahhh....The Chinese have now got a missile that shifts the balance of power.....It is a carrier killer....A conventionally armed D21 can penetrate the defenses of a carrier group and knock it out of a fight.....%&*^#. Now you know the rest of the story..... This article spells out how it has currently affected our deployments of Carriers....
The George Washington a super carrier if the Nth kind, had to practice war games out in the middle of the ocean..... Guess who fueled this great expansion of China's military..... US!
BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAaaaaaaa! I am going to let you morons figure this one out.... Why am I laughing?..... Because the truth shall now rattle around in your heads like the proverbial BB in a cops whistle..... Who is the great recycler and how are you dumb shits going to force the world into recycling and environmental awareness now..... Ya'll didn't get it that this messed up power projection that the US had, was the backbone behind any and all changes wrought by the US intelligentsia in the world today...... I can here it now..... What does power projection have to do with environmental issues..... Oh com'on you didn't know that they can now completely ignore our entreaties to human right and environment? ....that it is a big bargaining chip in dealing with China..... Now they can look our negotiators in the eye and say naw we'll do it our way, and there is nothing you can do about it.... Of course they still need our money but the game has changed..... You see....We can't just up and threaten them subliminally any more...... You people didn't know that????? They don't have to respect us at any level.....In thier hearts the Chinese government doesn't anyway. You didn't know that? Bwhahahahahaaaa! I need to say thank you China for helping me make my point.
On another front now that I am using recycling as a talking point.... You know why people aren't recycling?.... Cause they ain't buying this national emergency shit concerning the need; and it costs them to much in time, labor, money, and mess to recycle..... Maybe we should just go back to the woods and caves and dirt homes..... No? Gee why not? Besides how can I respect people like my sister who thinks everyone should be forced into recycling. She is a big fat hoarder.....of the.....Literally..... If I wasn't here to chide her about being a big, fat, lazy hoarder who has a mental diagnosis and is being treated at the VA hospital..... For a mental disorder....It is called situational schizophrenia.... This house of hers/moms would be a giant 4500 square foot mess .....For a mental disorder..... She isn't talking about why she did not get to stay in the Marines but I think that she was let go because she was not mentally fit to stay....Just a guess.....She's nuts! I am not following a nut are you people?....I won't follow nuts...... I think that mom enabled her....Nobody knew why but when I think back on when she was young she was exhibiting autistic traits.....she still is..... I think Al is too..... He is also nuts.....Got some really strange ideas about life.... Of course my mom enabled him too....
My mom says to me, "God is going to destroy this country".... Teresa said that too.... I believe Lisa believes that.... I beg to differ. He is certainly going to tear it down but he is not going to eliminate it and caste us to the wind.... We shall prevail.... and it will cost the world dearly, but in the end of this matter, the world shall flee and do all the rest of the things written in the book as God has promised he would cause....
My mom had a strange utterance while she was in the hospital.... She said "I was trying to start the tank up".... There was more to it but this but this is the one that struck me.... what could that possibly mean metaphorically.... I know, my mouth.....BABOOM! Don't mess with me cause I usually keep my opinions to my self, hidden away where none can find....Piss me off and out it will come....Every little stupid thing you are and have done......I seem to be in a constant state of PO......Too bad. I take it that, that means that God is pissed at the US.....and the world in general.....Michelle says to me one day in a Galaxy far far away; "Ron, don't be mad"..... I was mad that evening because Michelle had come home telling me that she had bitched out a fellow employee....at the same place where we both worked.....for a slight, that overall was NOTHING!!! She could have handled the whole situation a hell of a lot differently and far more gracefully...I was proved out...the next day the idiot she dealt with so harshly, got on my ass for zero reason to get back at my then girlfeend(friend) and fiancee..... Such is the nature of fucking nuts.....they were both nuts....It cost us both our jobs in the end.....A kid I was in school with said to me one day it is hard to "fly like an eagle when you are surrounded by turkey's"...My problem.....I keep surrounding myself with turkeys......Like I have this eternal hope that they will one day grow the wings of eagles and take off..... So I took joy when others took off and flew and taught others to fly....because I saw that they were actually eagles....don't you wish you had that kind of vision and hope...the terrible thing is I hopelessly hope....It is like this gift....To see the potential in another and say you can fly if you would just work at it....exercise your wings and work out....you can fly....Mom you could get up and walk but you have to work out....but she never worked out enough....She preferred to sit and read and fall asleep in her wheelchair....this last time before she broke her leg again....ya know when she came back from the hospital and nursing home convalescing...Mom; I don't think you should try and transfer, and you are probably not going to walk ever again, so don't try and transfer or do anything without someone right there to help, I said....She did the opposite of what I said....now she has a rod in her leg.... and I have fucked up family ((you know the ones who all have been treated for some kind of mental breakdown at one time or another(yes all 5 of them))members acting like it was my fault. No it wasn't.... I have a wife who is so much like my mom, a hoarder....You know that I smoke....If I have some cigarettes and she comes over and asks for a cigarette I just give her one.... oft even if it is my last one....doesn't matter, I will just get some more....so what right....My wife this morning pulls cigarettes out of a pack and doesn't give me one (lot of little details here that I am not going into) but it adds up to her pulling this twelve year old; these are mine I bought them...WTF....Are we married? I know I am in a marriage but is she in a marriage? WTF. The only conclusion I can possibly come to is that she has no concept of what a marriage is supposed to be.... I will reiterate for the world what a marriage is supposed to be. You are joined spiritually, you share in everything....well except I don't wear her clothes....and makeup....or jewelry; what little she has.....you know stuff like that....but food which she hoards and space which she tries to dominate. The constant trying to acquire stuff that she cannot afford and then trying to keep what she cannot afford, I mean it is totally fucked up....You cannot begin to comprehend how fucked up it all is....You would have to watch Oprah and her rescue shows....Good God....If I wasn't married to her resisting her urge to accumulate, we would not have any money at all to speak of and this little room would be overflowing with her shit like you cannot believe. It is now to full of shit for me to be comfortable with....these women are fucking crazy.....
The solution?....Extrapolating everything out?....Nothing but a full blown, all up destructive invasion, by the rest or nearly the rest of the world will break these crazy women of their need to get stuff....their insane desire to get stuff their clinically insane need to get stuff....and keep stuff....It will take that much....this is the shoe that must drop on the US.....As far as how we fit into the tribulation package.....well we won't be in any shape to participate now will we....'workks' for me....too bad we couldn't have done it the way I said 13 years ago....Hows that you say?...I got the idea from a novel I read like 30 years ago or so.....we go iron curtain, let the rest of the world do the tribulation while we sit it out.....too bad it wasn't in Gods will.... At least we could have done the Swiss or Swedes thing and went neutral....refusing to involve ourselves in any of the worlds troubles....That would have been nice....We were in the near perfect spot for that back in 97 or 98.....We could have easily arranged ourselves politically and economically to exit stage right and get out.....Instead the Democrats saw it as a perfect opportunity to rearrange the world more to their liking.....you know their way of thinking...you know more like the American version of the Democrat atheistic way of thinking....You know the godless bastards way of thinking.....Problem is the rest of the world didn't want the US version of Utopia, they have their own version....so it has come down to this...
Next month will be the 9th anniversary of the destruction World Trade Center, and a prophesy like projection of what I said...."these thing take about ten, twelve years to work themselves out"....I said that a window opens up starting in 2011 to 2013....That the tribulation can not occur before that time....that all the things that would be workups to the tribulation happen....I now add the invasion of the US must be no less than apart of and/or a precursor of the tribulation.... that is the debate with in me anyway....I say it is a precursor....I say that the US must be knocked out so hard as to not be able to interfere with the tribulation....Because truth is, we ar the last bastion of the simple men....We are the best chance that the world had to avoid Armageddon....Past tense on purpose....had....Now I can see no other path for the world but the return of God himself to straighten out man kinds madness....The vehicle for that return....Armmaggedon....I say this differently here at this time but nevertheless. Where I am has no bearing on the answer.....it is the same....whatever my lot or status it is to late....I cannot do anything but sit idly by and wait for all these things to come to fruition....it sucks....
9/11/11, the window opens and mankind can start to sweat .....Cause God's judgement cometh and their is nothing any man can do to stave of the inevitability of it..... Interesting date now isn't it.
Never the less God is mans salvation....Come dear lord....
The George Washington a super carrier if the Nth kind, had to practice war games out in the middle of the ocean..... Guess who fueled this great expansion of China's military..... US!
BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAaaaaaaa! I am going to let you morons figure this one out.... Why am I laughing?..... Because the truth shall now rattle around in your heads like the proverbial BB in a cops whistle..... Who is the great recycler and how are you dumb shits going to force the world into recycling and environmental awareness now..... Ya'll didn't get it that this messed up power projection that the US had, was the backbone behind any and all changes wrought by the US intelligentsia in the world today...... I can here it now..... What does power projection have to do with environmental issues..... Oh com'on you didn't know that they can now completely ignore our entreaties to human right and environment? ....that it is a big bargaining chip in dealing with China..... Now they can look our negotiators in the eye and say naw we'll do it our way, and there is nothing you can do about it.... Of course they still need our money but the game has changed..... You see....We can't just up and threaten them subliminally any more...... You people didn't know that????? They don't have to respect us at any level.....In thier hearts the Chinese government doesn't anyway. You didn't know that? Bwhahahahahaaaa! I need to say thank you China for helping me make my point.
On another front now that I am using recycling as a talking point.... You know why people aren't recycling?.... Cause they ain't buying this national emergency shit concerning the need; and it costs them to much in time, labor, money, and mess to recycle..... Maybe we should just go back to the woods and caves and dirt homes..... No? Gee why not? Besides how can I respect people like my sister who thinks everyone should be forced into recycling. She is a big fat hoarder.....of the.....Literally..... If I wasn't here to chide her about being a big, fat, lazy hoarder who has a mental diagnosis and is being treated at the VA hospital..... For a mental disorder....It is called situational schizophrenia.... This house of hers/moms would be a giant 4500 square foot mess .....For a mental disorder..... She isn't talking about why she did not get to stay in the Marines but I think that she was let go because she was not mentally fit to stay....Just a guess.....She's nuts! I am not following a nut are you people?....I won't follow nuts...... I think that mom enabled her....Nobody knew why but when I think back on when she was young she was exhibiting autistic traits.....she still is..... I think Al is too..... He is also nuts.....Got some really strange ideas about life.... Of course my mom enabled him too....
My mom says to me, "God is going to destroy this country".... Teresa said that too.... I believe Lisa believes that.... I beg to differ. He is certainly going to tear it down but he is not going to eliminate it and caste us to the wind.... We shall prevail.... and it will cost the world dearly, but in the end of this matter, the world shall flee and do all the rest of the things written in the book as God has promised he would cause....
My mom had a strange utterance while she was in the hospital.... She said "I was trying to start the tank up".... There was more to it but this but this is the one that struck me.... what could that possibly mean metaphorically.... I know, my mouth.....BABOOM! Don't mess with me cause I usually keep my opinions to my self, hidden away where none can find....Piss me off and out it will come....Every little stupid thing you are and have done......I seem to be in a constant state of PO......Too bad. I take it that, that means that God is pissed at the US.....and the world in general.....Michelle says to me one day in a Galaxy far far away; "Ron, don't be mad"..... I was mad that evening because Michelle had come home telling me that she had bitched out a fellow employee....at the same place where we both worked.....for a slight, that overall was NOTHING!!! She could have handled the whole situation a hell of a lot differently and far more gracefully...I was proved out...the next day the idiot she dealt with so harshly, got on my ass for zero reason to get back at my then girlfeend(friend) and fiancee..... Such is the nature of fucking nuts.....they were both nuts....It cost us both our jobs in the end.....A kid I was in school with said to me one day it is hard to "fly like an eagle when you are surrounded by turkey's"...My problem.....I keep surrounding myself with turkeys......Like I have this eternal hope that they will one day grow the wings of eagles and take off..... So I took joy when others took off and flew and taught others to fly....because I saw that they were actually eagles....don't you wish you had that kind of vision and hope...the terrible thing is I hopelessly hope....It is like this gift....To see the potential in another and say you can fly if you would just work at it....exercise your wings and work out....you can fly....Mom you could get up and walk but you have to work out....but she never worked out enough....She preferred to sit and read and fall asleep in her wheelchair....this last time before she broke her leg again....ya know when she came back from the hospital and nursing home convalescing...Mom; I don't think you should try and transfer, and you are probably not going to walk ever again, so don't try and transfer or do anything without someone right there to help, I said....She did the opposite of what I said....now she has a rod in her leg.... and I have fucked up family ((you know the ones who all have been treated for some kind of mental breakdown at one time or another(yes all 5 of them))members acting like it was my fault. No it wasn't.... I have a wife who is so much like my mom, a hoarder....You know that I smoke....If I have some cigarettes and she comes over and asks for a cigarette I just give her one.... oft even if it is my last one....doesn't matter, I will just get some more....so what right....My wife this morning pulls cigarettes out of a pack and doesn't give me one (lot of little details here that I am not going into) but it adds up to her pulling this twelve year old; these are mine I bought them...WTF....Are we married? I know I am in a marriage but is she in a marriage? WTF. The only conclusion I can possibly come to is that she has no concept of what a marriage is supposed to be.... I will reiterate for the world what a marriage is supposed to be. You are joined spiritually, you share in everything....well except I don't wear her clothes....and makeup....or jewelry; what little she has.....you know stuff like that....but food which she hoards and space which she tries to dominate. The constant trying to acquire stuff that she cannot afford and then trying to keep what she cannot afford, I mean it is totally fucked up....You cannot begin to comprehend how fucked up it all is....You would have to watch Oprah and her rescue shows....Good God....If I wasn't married to her resisting her urge to accumulate, we would not have any money at all to speak of and this little room would be overflowing with her shit like you cannot believe. It is now to full of shit for me to be comfortable with....these women are fucking crazy.....
The solution?....Extrapolating everything out?....Nothing but a full blown, all up destructive invasion, by the rest or nearly the rest of the world will break these crazy women of their need to get stuff....their insane desire to get stuff their clinically insane need to get stuff....and keep stuff....It will take that much....this is the shoe that must drop on the US.....As far as how we fit into the tribulation package.....well we won't be in any shape to participate now will we....'workks' for me....too bad we couldn't have done it the way I said 13 years ago....Hows that you say?...I got the idea from a novel I read like 30 years ago or so.....we go iron curtain, let the rest of the world do the tribulation while we sit it out.....too bad it wasn't in Gods will.... At least we could have done the Swiss or Swedes thing and went neutral....refusing to involve ourselves in any of the worlds troubles....That would have been nice....We were in the near perfect spot for that back in 97 or 98.....We could have easily arranged ourselves politically and economically to exit stage right and get out.....Instead the Democrats saw it as a perfect opportunity to rearrange the world more to their liking.....you know their way of thinking...you know more like the American version of the Democrat atheistic way of thinking....You know the godless bastards way of thinking.....Problem is the rest of the world didn't want the US version of Utopia, they have their own version....so it has come down to this...
Next month will be the 9th anniversary of the destruction World Trade Center, and a prophesy like projection of what I said...."these thing take about ten, twelve years to work themselves out"....I said that a window opens up starting in 2011 to 2013....That the tribulation can not occur before that time....that all the things that would be workups to the tribulation happen....I now add the invasion of the US must be no less than apart of and/or a precursor of the tribulation.... that is the debate with in me anyway....I say it is a precursor....I say that the US must be knocked out so hard as to not be able to interfere with the tribulation....Because truth is, we ar the last bastion of the simple men....We are the best chance that the world had to avoid Armageddon....Past tense on purpose....had....Now I can see no other path for the world but the return of God himself to straighten out man kinds madness....The vehicle for that return....Armmaggedon....I say this differently here at this time but nevertheless. Where I am has no bearing on the answer.....it is the same....whatever my lot or status it is to late....I cannot do anything but sit idly by and wait for all these things to come to fruition....it sucks....
9/11/11, the window opens and mankind can start to sweat .....Cause God's judgement cometh and their is nothing any man can do to stave of the inevitability of it..... Interesting date now isn't it.
Never the less God is mans salvation....Come dear lord....
Thursday, August 5, 2010
And the economic life blood just keeps on pouring out....
I 'll never visit a third world country....I probably won't have to to see what kind of shit those humans live in but this country is still headed that away...as the economic lifeblood just keeps on spilling...
Iran still headed for the moon....They better hurry up cause times are mankind is headed towards Armageddon faster and faster...But in this article they are just telling the world to F off.....and the world just can't stand it....Bwhahahaha. Ya know woman you can never control people who are passionate about what they believe....
Ahhh...So BP is not saying what they want with the relief well, but the logical reason for the relief well would be as an alternative for pumping oil out of the reservoir....after all it is only logical....got to get some money back after loosing all that oil. Not only did they lose 9 plus billion in oil they are getting charged 20 billion in cleanup and restitution for fucking the Gulf Coast. It is a dire warning to all you dumbfuckovereducatedknowitall shit heads who are just sitting around behind you desks afraid to go out and get your hands dirty....When the man in the field tells you safety first you better take care of safety at all costs cause the world is a very unforgiving place when it comes to people knowingly tempting God.....
This is like the slow painful tortuous economic death I specified in 1997....Big Brother knows what I am saying don't you......?
This guy said it like this....."It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility."
Joseph Conrad (1857-1924)
I can't change any of this because you people thought to test it so you could claim the foolishness of it. However you have yet to be correct in the foolishness of it because it is being caused by the God you declare is not.....I see the efficacy of the reasoning behind Einsteins definition of insanity.....It is born out now in the hierarchy and leadership here in America....Including corporate leadership.....
Iran still headed for the moon....They better hurry up cause times are mankind is headed towards Armageddon faster and faster...But in this article they are just telling the world to F off.....and the world just can't stand it....Bwhahahaha. Ya know woman you can never control people who are passionate about what they believe....
Ahhh...So BP is not saying what they want with the relief well, but the logical reason for the relief well would be as an alternative for pumping oil out of the reservoir....after all it is only logical....got to get some money back after loosing all that oil. Not only did they lose 9 plus billion in oil they are getting charged 20 billion in cleanup and restitution for fucking the Gulf Coast. It is a dire warning to all you dumbfuckovereducatedknowitall shit heads who are just sitting around behind you desks afraid to go out and get your hands dirty....When the man in the field tells you safety first you better take care of safety at all costs cause the world is a very unforgiving place when it comes to people knowingly tempting God.....
This is like the slow painful tortuous economic death I specified in 1997....Big Brother knows what I am saying don't you......?
This guy said it like this....."It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility."
Joseph Conrad (1857-1924)
I can't change any of this because you people thought to test it so you could claim the foolishness of it. However you have yet to be correct in the foolishness of it because it is being caused by the God you declare is not.....I see the efficacy of the reasoning behind Einsteins definition of insanity.....It is born out now in the hierarchy and leadership here in America....Including corporate leadership.....
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
I Am Gaurdian/Unfinished short story
Updated 11/24/09 3:52 pm
I Am Guardian
un-edited:
April 1 2019
I looked at my watch it was 9 am, I had been sitting in front of the window since 7 am. the maintenance man had been mowing the lawn now for a few minutes and the smell of freshly cut grass greeted my nose like the smell of watermelon. I always liked that smell. It reminded me of when I was a kid ,warm spring days with a gentle breeze gently kissing my cheeks. The world around me so alive and fresh that I would bound for joy giddy and carefree. Somebodies family was visiting and I smiled as the children were running about the front yard of the VA laughing and playing. I was glad for the momentary reprieve from my nightmare thoughts. The memories of yesterdays war. My nurse came up behind me and peered out the window with me. She asked “how are you today Major”. “I’ma fine right now maam”. “Just enjoying the beautiful morning.” “Would you like some water or some soda to drink?” “Don’t forget; you have an appointment with your case worker; about getting you a place, today”. “Yes I remember, thankyou”. She handed me a glass of water and my pills, and moved on to the next patient. The thought of moving out on my own scared me. My thoughts drifted……….
May 22, 2018 4:55
I snugged my cheek up to the butt and looked through the eye cup on the 10×50 digital Hienzhold and settled in for the wait. I felt the weight of the Barrett 20mm AT rifle as I ticked of the ballistics. The Depleted Uranium sabot rounds could penetrate 2 maybe 3 inches of rolled homogeneous armor at a thousand yards.
Looking down range, I could see the smoke of the burning village 3 miles off, rising into the early dawn sky. The twilight before dawn was beginning to show, the air was crisp and I thought that if not for the smell of burnt flesh and wood mingled with the breeze it would have been a perfect morning. Scouts had just reported in that the panzer division was ten clicks out and on the move. I figure they would try to hit us around 7 am, that would be perfect timing as the sun will be in our eyes.
My thoughts drifted back to the end of the last fight and cringed at the losses.
We started with 90 men, a company and now we were down to 16. The Captain was gone. We had the company Sgt. two corporals and 12 privates. We were all that stood between the bridge over the Mississippi and the preparations west. Rear guard with exception. Hold to the last man was our briefing, “with your shield or on it”. We need every day, The 4th Heavy division was on route from over seas and was in the process of hauling ass up I35 and US61 and 69 to us.
We had to hold out. If we failed, and the Germans broke through they would tear our unprepared main line apart and do untold damage to our rear. We could lose the war. We had already heard the rumors of atrocities. We must not let that happen. Cap’n was a genius, used to be a college professor; Math, I think. I missed him. He had an instinctive feel for a fight, and knew how to set a defensive position to maximize our firepower. He had the comforting father demeanor that gave the men the will to carry on......I wasn't so lucky that way. I have a razor sharp tongue and wasn't afraid to use it.
We weren’t given the choice of where to defend, it had to be Pittsfield Illinois. Division sent 3rd Regiment With a company of Abrams. Arty would support from west of the Miss. Air support by 410th air reserve thunderbolts and a squadron of division AH64′s, We were to take a strong defensive position to delay or destroy the attackers. Intel reports indicated a full German Panzer division was rolling down I 70. Our company was tasked with the local airport. Keep them from landing troops in our flanks. The majority of the regiment was in blocking positions perpendicular to I70. Where we were was miles away and isolated. It was a must win situation, our company had to cut them off. As usual I felt we were undermanned. Under gunned and in the typical were gonna get fucked position. I asked why we didn’t just blow the bridges and fight from the other side. My answer from BatCom was; 'refugees', and trap. We had so far destroyed about half of the German army which was enough for them to pause and regroup and replace to continue this fight. I don’t think that any of the powers that invaded thought they would face this bad a fight. "Economically they could not last much longer", and we weren’t going to make it easier for them by giving them a pass to the east bank of the Mississippi. We were going to make them pay in blood for every goddamn inch. There was hope but the killing wasn’t over yet by a long shot.
(outline note: go to Pittsfield Ill.)
(outline note: Civilian cooperation)
( outline note: Defense of Pittsfield Municipal airport)
May 8th 2012, 2:57 PM
Lieutenant your promoted to captain as of this moment you are company commander. I want a plan on my desk in one hour how your going to defend this Bridge. He game me a list of available assets. I said “Sir we only have twelve men”. “That will have to do. Dismissed,” Said he. Sonofbithch . This is going to be fucking suicide.
I went back to the company area. And told the Sgt Maj; a tough grizzled ol' son, that I was the CO and get everyone together cause we had some brainstorming to do. And Sgt Maj we are the tip of the spear again. Not exactly by the book. When everyone got there I explained the situation, and that we needed to come up with a plan that pounded the shit out of the Germans. Funny looks from; what the….. to, I don’t believe it. I said, “yeah I know I am sure if Battalion had a better idea they would have chosen it. I am going to list for you the reasons why I know we can do this. When this war started two month ago we have been in the middle of the hottest fights and have always come out on top. We are not just the best company in battalion but the best in the whole fucking division because were smarter and badder than anyone else. So put your doubts aside and get me some ideas and let’s get started because the whole country may end up depending on us kicking some more shit”. We Are Going To Win, do I make my self clear. Twelve men shouted as one, “ARROOOO”.
I showed them what we were getting for back up and they started out with a joke. “Yeah maybe if I was a fucking tank”. I had heard a rumor. I said,” private you may just get to be one”. After the briefing I headed for the motor pool and tracked the rumor back; pulled some strings and viola, got me two brand new Exo-suits. Two tons of walking fire power and armor. Each had a 40 millimeter chain launcher with a hundred rounds, a 7.62 mini gun with a thousand rounds of ammo and an AT13 on the shoulder.
I gave one to Mr “yeah if I was a tank” and the other one to someone the Sgt Maj picked out.
Their angle was to get in our rear and rip us a new one. The rest of the division was deployed covering St. Louis and south all the way to Sparta. Divisions task? Delay, destroy, attrit.
We were One division against the whole damn German army, spread thin. And they needed that bridge head. We were in for it……again. The Brits are good but the Germans are the best in the world next to us and the Israelis, and arguably had the best equipment. But then again we are the Rock. The best infantry division it the whole U.S. Army.
*(more on this later)
We had a hundred regiments the length of the Mississippi. We had been in a fighting retreat since the German spear head had landed near Philadelphia with the whole combined European army. And that was not all The Russians came marching out of Canada, the Chinese and Far east Asia Armies had Landed in California and an African contingent landed in Florida and the Gulf coast. The Africans were bottled up and largely destroyed. The Russians were different and raising hell in the northeast and along the great lakes, additionally had taken Alaska. The reason they hadn’t moved South further is because all those liberal ass Northerners turned out to have a serious problem with the Russian methods. Especially after the Soviets had indiscriminately leveled several small towns and slaughtered every living thing in them. Two million hunters pulled out their rifles and hit the woods, and the Ruskie had been too busy trying to put down the guerrillas.
Amazingly instead of them getting weaker they were taking a higher and higher toll of the bear. The army sent a third of the Green Beret up north to fight and train them and the Yankee pussies were turning into some of the best goddamn fighters in the world. The Chinese had already pushed to the Rocky Mountains where we had them stopped for now. The Chinese were even more ruthless and gone through places like LA and San Francisco and killed everything that moved. Those that survived were hiding out in the western Rocky mountains. The Armed forces had set up hundreds of impromptu training bases and several special forces units were building large guerrilla battalions, which the were playing hell with the Chinese ability to prosecute further. Intel figured that they were waiting for the Europeans to gain the Mississippi. Where the Euros controlled mainly north of Georgia on the East coast, was no friendly haven either. The Southerners of Virgina North and South Carolina were just plain old mule stubborn and defiantly hell no to the invasion and used the more congenial European methods of pacification as a weakness and with the appalachians for cover, relentlessly sabotaged and ambushed their convoys and outposts. America was pissed. These ungrateful suns-a-bitches had invaded, And we were not going to let them have one goddamn inch of American soil with out a fight.
For about two months we had been at it. Even before the recall orders went out, men returned to units when the news hit the airwaves. That’s gonna be one of those; “where were you”, when you heard, moments in history. I was sitting on the edge of my bed at 4AM EST, April 6th. The radio alarm had just gone off and I was listening to my favorite radio station when the music was cut with the familiar, ” we interrupt this program for an important emergency broadcast”. Unknown forces have just landed Near Washington DC and Philadelphia, we are under attack. It is reported that the White House is trying to communicate with the apparent belligerents but as yet there has been no response. One eyewitness account states that he saw ” a cross on the side of military vehicles like the kind the Germans had”. Stay tuned for further updates on this developing crisis or turn to channel 88.4 AM for further instructions. All Military personnel are immediately ordered to return to their units.
I popped to my feet And whipped on my ACU’s, grabbed my mobility bag and slammed out the door just as the phone rang. I didn’t stop to answer it; I figured it was the recall, I hit speed dial on my cell phone to the unit clerk, when she answered I told her I was on my way in. Just then I saw a flash on the homes across the street from me and heard a muffled boom echo behind me and the phone went dead. I threw the bag in the back seat fired up my Camaro and stomped on the gas. The tires broke loose and burning rubber filled my nostrils. The car careened backwards recklessly as I slammed it into forward not waiting for the car to stop; busting traction again swerving sideways racking the wheel hard right to regain control and rocketed down the base side street. I could see similar reactions from my fellow neighbors in officer housing; one with his mobility bag over his shoulder running to his car, underwear and bare feet. I hit fifty before the stop sign to the main road not even slowing down whirled the steering wheel to the right lock, skidded hard right and headed towards our command offices, and that’s when I spotted the smoke rising up, big billowing ball with flames at its base. Holy crap! Base headquarters has been hit. I slammed on the brakes and swung the car around and headed for my unit area.
That’s when the blast hit the back of my ride. I saw multiple flashes and huge thundering’s. The back window blew out and I was hit in the back of my head with glass spray. I was cussing now. God damned we were under attack right the fuck here in little ol Georgia. I got get to the conference room now. I need my rifle, I couldn’t make up my mind up, orders are to report to your command briefings-fuck it I’m getting my CAR4 first.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Fuck are those fucking parachutes. Fuck! The base sirens started to scream, wailing code black. I was like, noooo Shit! I knew I was one block away from another armory in fact it was just across the parking lot behind that chain link fence. I racked my baby hard right and plowed right through the fence and aimed for the door. It was shut and I knew it would be locked this time of day, I stamped on the gas and smashed right through it. I tried to open my car door but it was jammed, so I started slamming my left shoulder into it, it gave in inches. I kept hitting it until it opened enough for me to squeeze out of the door.
I sprinted the short distance around the front counter down the hall, left through a door to the cage wondering how the hell I was going to get that fucking door open, when I heard a shout from down the hall. Are you the maggot bastard that just took out my front door? “YES”, I shouted back. We’re under attack, and if you didn’ fucking know it there are chutes in the air and they ain’t ours. “Break me out a weapon and load out now Sgt;” I glanced at his name tag, Johnson and grab one your self cause what ever the fuck is going on we better get ready or we are dead”. Just then I we heard the bang of gun fire. Not the familiar boof of the AR’s but a strange new one, but I couldn’t remember where I had……….The Sgt unlocked the padlock and we darted inside, unchained the rifles, grabbed a case of empty clips and cracked open a case of 6.5′s and started feverishly loading clips. I got the first one loaded and slapped it in the receiver and told the Sgt, bring more I was going out to stand guard, I turned around just in time to see a shadow slip the wall apposite the cage door. I tapped Johnson and pointed at the shadow. He slapped the clip he was working on in an AR, and grabbed the couple of extra he had already finished. I snapped around the corner of the cage and came face to face with a strange site.
Time suddenly slowed. I could see the leopard spot jungle Cammie’s and the painted face, even the pores in his skin. His eyes grew big and he flinched the barrel of his FNL towards my chest. My AR was already pointing at his abdomen. My trigger finger twitched and three rounds walked from his belly button up to his solar plexus. Cammo face jerked violently backwards and then collapsed. I put three more rounds in his chest for good measure. I checked my back and Johnson was turning to check the front door where my Camaro was now parked. I told Johnson to go back and get some more clips loaded up and use that damn auto loader.
I slipped around the corner camo face had come from and followed the hall to the back door. It was open and I could see where bullets had ripped the lock cylinder out. I eked out for a peek and saw a supply troop laying on the ground in a puddle of blood. I could hear gun fire now; regular, I looked up at the sky and it was black with parachutes. I saw a leopard dressed man staring off in the distance. So I looked in the direction he was, and saw a group of men low running towards the armory. I snapped my attention back to leopard suit, drew aim and fired just as he raised his assault rifle. I nailed him in the ribs and he went down like a sack of potatoes. I dropped down in combat stance just as a burst of gunfire shredded the door jamb where I had been standing. I leaped back when another burst hit the back wall low, only this time I saw the flash. It came from a clump of bushes 100 meters across the street from where I was. I cranked out two bursts, and moved. I put two more bursts into the bushes and then aimed left and right to keep em ducking. The men had arrived. I counted seven. I ordered them to get some rifles and told the corporal to get a SAW and bring it back here and cover this door. He ran down the hallway just as another burst hit the building. I switched to single fire and banged out a couple of shots at random then slammed the door shut and grabbed a filing cabinet from the closest office tipped it over and jammed the door shut. I moved down the hallway just as the corporal came running back with a Squad Automatic and a couple of 100 round belts. I told him not to get settled in, that it wouldn’t take long for them to realize that someone was in here and to be ready to move. “Yes Sir”, he said. “Set up here”, I ordered. “Yes sir.”
I ran back to the cage and saw several men working their ass off. I told them to grab an extra rifle each and get a MS{1} on each one of them pack every clip and grenade and 40 tube they could carry cause we were getting out of here in a hurry. I heard one man grumble; Always a goddamned whiner I thought, “Pack it up soldier and stop fuckin bitchin; mens lives are at stake”, Fuckin idiot, I thought. I asked Johnson if they had transport in the garage? "No!" I said, “to the back door”. You, you; I pointed, cover the front door as I grabbed my load and 2 more hundred round belts for the SAW. Move out and said to the front door men, “wait two minutes and follow after us, we will secure other side of the road”. I got to the door and slid the file out-of-the-way, then said “Johnson get up stairs and give us some intel. You got one minute.” I opened the door and the sound of gun fire and explosions were constant now.
I positioned the men for efficient egress when I heard Johnson yell “bogeys 10 o’clock, 150 meters”. I ordered the corporal, “lay down some cover fire”. I then peaked out the door and fired off some three round bursts and ducked back in and was immediately answered with a long burst from two or three rifles. You get that corporal. “I saw them” he said. I said, “Take em!” The corporal sprayed the area. GO! I yelled “two at a time”. I heard a long burst from the upstairs window. The SGT had grabbed M60 chain gun, good. I saw the tracers head straight across the road into the bushes. The first two men ran across the parking lot through the gate and made it to the bushes. I heard their rifles go off. And a yell, “clear”. Our two guns were hammering away in steady bursts now. GO! I Yelled again. I ran back to the cage and told private Ramie (name tag again) bring ammo for the guns here at the door and to Johnson up stairs “Now”! scrambling back to the rear door I hollered “Johnson what you see. “We got a cluster fuck; 1000 meters and headed our way, I estimate 50 or more,” he says. To the next two I shouted, “Go”! Then to the Corporal I Say, “Go, I’ll cover you”. Ramie, Johnson get down here and bring your load out. Bullets were slapping the building steady now. “Johnson, I said get down here”, I yelled. Just then Ramie comes round the corner and yells “Johnson’s gone”. “Took one right in the nose. ” Snipers! Fuck! Ramey had the M-60, good. “Get your buddy, give me the gun and get across the road.” I grabbed the M-60 and fired a long burst angled down the road from the hip, this fuckin thing is heavy. They made it across and then I was next. I put the sling over my shoulder and lumbered the hundred yards with bullets cracking by and chipping off the black top, I felt the sting of shrapnel on my shins and could hear my ad hoc troop firing for cover. At the far edge of the road I dove into the bushes and rolled into a 6′ deep drainage ditch. I took quick note that corporal Ryan had them spread out in the ditch in good order. “Ryan get over there and check on those shitbirds what gave us trouble a minute ago”, I said. Ryan took private Varlin with him through the culvert to our left when I heard the SAW burp. Private Varlin came back through with the all clear sign and then threw up.
The ditch ran perpendicular to the group coming at us and I had to choose, stay and fight or slip away. I had no idea what the sit. was; only that I was here with 7 men and surrounded by a shit load of enemy combatants.
Just then I heard the whoosh of rockets. BAM! BA-BAM! BAM! Four RPG’s hit the armory. Yeah we were sitting ducks in that armory. We need more people and more fire power. Suddenly I heard the low whine and felt the rumble in the ground, distinctive to only one vehicle in the world. A wave of relief swept over me as I turned to look, the Abrams turned the corner and I yelled to the men get to the road and lets see if we can save the armory. BOOM!, went the big 120 mm smooth bore as we sprinted down the ditch to cover the flanks of the tank.
Looking left and right checking the position of the boys and then down the street, Feeling pumped with power; I yelled…..”Engage”, I pressed the trigger and felt the satisfaction of a full hundred rounds roll through as I clipped two enemy running from cover to cover, everyone opened up. I heard the bloop of grenade launchers, burst fire of 6 rifles and the long strings of fire from the SAW’s. They were already within 300 meters. Must of be a company. We had drawn their attention. BOOM! FUUUCK that hurt! BOOM! BRRRRRRRRRRRRT! BRRRRRRRRRRT went the Abrams coaxial 50! AH God, I grabbed my head. The Abrams was moving forward but I held my guys back, I couldn’t hear, fuck! I could feel the blood running out of my left ear. I covered my ears and turned my head to shelter them from the noise, only to see a leopard fuck lining up on the Abrams rear with an RPG. I Yelled and brought the 60 up and let one long burst rip. Leopard fucks vibrated noticeably as the 7.62′s ripped into his body. He collapsed. Still facing our rear I sent another guy through the culvert to bolster the Corporals fire. Boom! The Abrams had moved 50 meters up the road. From off to my left; out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I jerked around ready to drop what ever, and stopped. Twenty of ours were coming through the next culvert over. Only four or five had rifles.
There was a Captain among them. I hollered, Captain! He came over and I had the guys hand out the extra rifles and grenades and rounds, I bet grumbler was happy. I asked the Captain who the Fuck were these guys and what the fuck was happening. the first thing he says is Lieutenant?, watch your language when you are talking to me. What the fuck?……I know my face showed surprise. Yes Sir, I yelled. And Lieutenant?, you don’t have to yell so loud. Yes Sir. Sorry sir, I was a little too close to the Abrams when it started firing, I can’t hear too well right now. Captain says, That’s Ok. Get over to the Armory and secure it, I am sure there are plenty of boys that still haven’t got any weapons. Yes Sir!
Corporal! YES SIR! The Captains going to take over here. Get back in that armory and secure it with the men. YES SIR! The Captain says, “And lieutenant?, Good work”. Yes Sir and thank you sir. “Grumbler Get over here. Get up on the roof of the armory, and give us knowledge. Find a radio and see if you can talk to that tank”. “Yes Sir.” Captain what is the situation? The Captain says, “as far as we can tell they are elements from Africa. I says, “What the f…. Africa”? “Sorry Sir”. The Captain gave me a stern look. “Yes”. That’s all I know right now. We have a job to do lieutenant, we will worry about the who, what, when and where later”. “Yes Sir”, I said.
Other guys kept filtering in along with a couple more Abrams and a Bradly to the armory until we had an over sized company of mixed troops from different squadrons. We became a lighting rod and for the next eight hours the jokers kept trying to storm our position.
Saving that Armory made big difference. We cut up a couple of battalions from there and the strategists said that helped save the Regiment from being destroyed. Our 3rd Regiment was then able to relieve the rest of the division. We kicked ass but it cost us. Division lost over 900 men. We killed, wounded, or captured over 4500 and were in pursuit of the remnants of two airborne divisions from Africa that were hauled in on a conglomerate of air transports from the European Union, Russia, North Korea, Ukraine….fuck….. everywhere. What the hell had happened, I had some idea, but I did know that all of sudden the good ol’ US of A was in a world of shit. Literally. Surprisingly, instead of being demoralized we seemed to be angry. These one worlder fucks have no idea what kind of buzz saw they decided to mess with. Divisions extemporaneous AO was looking good. The rumors coming in from around the country did not. Don’t get me wrong the other divisions in the army and marines were doing just as well in the kill ratio they were facing a different enemy. The Russian and Chinese were two separate hordes. As many as were killed were replaced. The Chinese especially came in with fifty divisions. We didn’t have 20 divisions let alone 50. Maybe during the cold war when we maintained 100 divisions could we have thought to have fared better. The Europeans were technically our equal and had the benefit of decades of exercises with us. They knew us like the back of their hand and even shared much of the same weaponry. The only thing they don’t really know is how determined we can be in battle. The Brits and Germans seemed to have forgotten the lessons they had learned and the French as well.
May 22 2012, 5:00 AM
I looked up from scope and mused about finding the Barret and a hundred rounds of match grade ammo at the gun shop. It had the standard 11 round box and I was going to make good use of this. I was no sniper but had scored tops on the range more than a few times. Still I took the time to sight it in and fire 20 rounds for practice. I decided that I could hit what I wanted to up to 800 yards but I didn’t know enough and wasn’t too good beyond that. I knew guys that could cut a butt at 1500, 2000 yards but they weren’t here right now. I didn’t even know if they were still alive. This would be plenty for the game plan we had cooked up for them. We figured we could take out the lead company before they knew what hit them. After that all hell would brake loose. We would become not much more than fire control. But first we had to get them out in the open. We were the bait. Goats tied to a stake for the ravening beast that would come over that distant hill. Only this bait had some teeth. Not enough to live through it but enough to make them pause long enough to blow the bridge to our rear.
I didn’t have anything to lose, My family was dead. They had been killed in the first month. The rest of the men....I could see it in thier eyes. Blazing anger and resignation. They just wanted one last piece of ungrateful ass befor they died.
How the hell did snipers lay in a single position for as long as I had heard they do. I put my eye back in the cup.
April 8th, 2018
Third Division got orders from newly formed Comcen. Move west and intercept an African infantry Division that was heading toward the Montgomery Alabama ostensibly to control the state from there. The whole division picked up in record time and moved out. 3rd regiment was tasked as point and we were commanded to move with all speed. Third Regiment Airborne elements were already on the way and likely had landed. Our movement was covered by Air Assets out of Florida F15′s and F16′s. We had been hearing Rumors of Fifth columnists wreaking havoc in nearly every city town and village so our flanks would also be covered the by air transported infantry. Additional company and platoon sized units were landed in several municipalities en route to gain intel and assist if needed in subduing so-called infiltrators.
(note: Air battle as seen from the ground. )
Besides the Barret I had my AR to my right, next to that I had 2 AT13′s. We had time to sow the freeway and fields with mines and had built bunkers. In fact everyone had some of the new At13′s , the big 130 mm hyper velocity rockets that could take out a Main Battle Tank. We had just received a brand new ballistic vest called the MHF or magnetorheological fluid . I didn’t really get how it worked but it had something to do with magnetizing a fluid making it behave like a solid. Two of my troop got brand new exoskeleton suits and I had them posted on the ridge parallel to the demo charges each side of the freeway with two men acting as fac and arty fire control. That way when we sprung this trap they would cover their flanks and open up on what we hoped would be un-arsed and exposed troupes that may escape the kill zone and scythe them down with the mini-guns and auto bloopers. Then to further delay them, string demolish the freeway. We were going to destruct a one mile zone, them for fun we were going to deny access permanently with 10,000 anti- personal and anti vehicle mines. The Germans were going to have to go another way or build a whole fucking new road. I could feel a maniacle mirth building in my guts. I suppressed it. “I am going to need some serious counseling when this is done….if I live“, I thought.
Then for good measure saturate the area with CBU’s from the 410th and mlrs plus bats if there is any armor left. We know the first company is dead. The weakness to this plan was simple. If we couldn’t get a look beyond that hill and they had follow-on units which they will have, they would simply out flank us in a hurry and we would be dead. If we could though maybe just maybe some of us might live, because we would just keep walking the fire right on through their file until there was no one left. We were running short of drones. Most of our satellites were down and other battlefield surveillance options were not available to us. The Rec birds were tasked with keeping an eye on St Louis. To that end I had stationed two op’s on the ridge overlooking the cut and when the Zoots finished with mopping up the lead company they were to advance to the ridge and cover the flanks of the op’s. The rest of us were to shift positions and cover the back door. Spec. op’s coved the bridge abutments with snipers.
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This is what I was born for,
This was what I was raised for,
This is what I studied for,
This is what I trained for,
For this day have I lived for,
For I am……Gaurdian.
I recited the gaurdians creed to my self.
I know why I am here. I know why I wake up every morning with the satisfying feeling that I am a part of a greater glory. I walk this path because it is what I have chosen. I walk this path because any other would not be a viable option for me. I am on this path because tyranny has forced me here.
I take up arms against the demons of chaotic evil to remain true to my own values. I ride the edge of a blade and teeter into the depths of peril because it is who I am. I maintain vigilance as a protector because that is my vocation. I exist to serve as the hammer of justice against the enemies of the just. I exist to act as an instrument of restoration of liberty. I believe in the common spirit that unites those yearning for salvation. I believe in the cause and I believe in me.
I am the rogue thorn. I am the elusive difficulty that will never be overcome. I am the infection that sows the seeds of oppression and reaps the harvest of insurrection. I am the festering mortal wound that will render the wicked helpless. I am hope, I am integrity, and I am constant.
I am the guiding light of truth and I am the retribution of murdered innocence. I am the torch of honor. I am the fiery might of valor and relentless defiance. I am the culmination of a thousand fears of villainy. I am the conqueror of darkness and the defender of the weak. I am the pursuer of freedom and I am the stalwart last stand of an ideal.
I am one of many.
I am a Guardian.
I survived the battle and my company in concert with support crippled a brigade of armor. Three of us made it alive across the river. I was told that I was going to get the medal of honor. I just stood there and said “yes sir”. I was also promoted to Major and given command of a newly formed battalion,and I didn’t like it. I had purposely made an effort to not get too close to the men who had served under me. Most of em were dead. I wanted to throw up but I did not have time to be sick. I traveled to the rocky mountains and my new command. The whole battle front had gone quiet. Just the regular patrol skirmishes and probes. This was a reprieve that Americans needed. As Battalion commander I got high level intelligence reports and the news was not good. Our combat forces had been decimated. The only good was that we gave better’n we took. We still had a chance but command had decided on a different strategy. We were going on the offensive. I had weeks to make my new battalion into an effective fighting force. I had to take 600 green unblooded troops and battle hardened cadre. I didn’t want just an effective fighting force though. I had fought with the best. I wanted the best battalion. I wanted to get back into the fight and kill every goddamned enemy soldier who dared cross my battalions path. I had become mean. I looked mean, mad and ready to kill anything that got in my way.
My Command Sgt. Major met me at the mountain air strip that had just been carved out and the look in his eyes was one of approval. I said Sgt Major I have just been given the ability to kill more lets build a battalion that will kill or be killed. I want the best unit in the Army. The Sgt Major just said, I am with your sir but I think you should talk to the cadre. That gave me a start. “Why? Do they have some doubts?” “I don’t think they have any doubts as to the cause just as to whether we can win sir”, he said. Good enough SgtMj I can work with that. Just so you know Sgt Major. We are going to win. I asked him if he had read George Washington’s visions and prophesies. The Sgt Major said he had. Get um together them I’ll talk at them. Take me to Battalion HQ. We went to HQ which was located in a retreat on the side of a mountain where I met with Battalion Exec and command staff. I gave them the order to have training and contingency plans on my desk by 0800 tomorrow morning. We have 8 weeks, I want to be ready in 4. Period. SgtMj? Get some booze I need a drink. “Yes sir”; he says, “and set up the meet with the NCO cadre at o33o tomorrow morning and pick me out a porter and a driver”, ”Yes sir” he answered, “and then meet me over at my quarters at 1800 with the libation”. That got a raised eyebrow from the SgtMj. I said, “What? I can’t have a vocabulary”, I said with a smile? His eyes crinkled in mirthful thought but he just said, ”yes sir”. I saw a lieutenant looking slightly out-of-place and I walked over to him and asked him what was his current assignment was, he said “supply”. I said “ok perfect”, I need an aid, your it”.
It was 1700 and I felt it like it was all a cluster fuck and I hated every second of that. I was no longer the prime organizer but had become the source from whence the direction would come. I was going to have to rely upon those under me to translate my orders into order and I felt inadequate. I know the trick was to avoid micromanaging. I hated that. I wanted to get my hands in the dirt but that wasn’t my place anymore. How the hell I had gone from managing 24 troupes to a full-blown battalion is a mystery to me and just now the shock was starting to set in. I had to get out of there and get some rest. The SgtMj walked in with a young Sgt and says, “this will be your driver sir”. SgtMj which room is mine? He says up the stairs and straight down the hall, I think you will find it adequate. “Thank you SgtMj.”
The room was about 20 by twenty with a balcony and nicely appointed. A King size 4 poster bed was the center of the room with oak furniture as accessories. An oak desk was added for the expected admisterial paper work that was a necessary part of the job and I noticed the inbox already had a stack of work in it. I groaned. Paper work, I hate paper work. There are so many other things that I wanted to do besides paper work. I sat down and noticed the personnel files. I guess I came in here to get some sleep……guess not. As I began to note the staff that had been assigned to the battalion when I jumped up from the desk with a start. These weren’t your run of the mill people. From the reports I discovered they were the best of the best. ”Oh my God”, I did not get command of any new battalion. We are going to be the point of some kind of spear. Not just any spear. The spear. What in God’s name had I done to earn the “honor”. I thought I felt inadequate before. I closed the file I was reading and walked over to the patio door that led out onto the balcony and stared out at the mountains. The sky was a deep blue with a few cottony clouds here and there. The mountains had a purple hue to them and I thought of the song God Bless America. I thought of every thing I had just been through. The decisions I had made the long days of fear interspersed with the cacophony of war. The men I had lost, the gore. The fight for survival. I was saved from further post view by a knock at the door. “Enter”, I said. It was the SgtMj and he was carrying a bottle of Rum. Damn glad to see you, I said. He produced a couple of glasses set them on the table and filled them about half full of the clear liquid. I reached down at the table and picked up one of the glasses and waited for the command Sgt to do the same. I razed it in silent salute and downed it I felt the burning fire proceed the length of my esophagus.
I stared at the Sgt Mj for a second and I could feel the mirth grow in me again. I asked him, “what’s your assessment of the current situation in the battalion Top. “ Everything is progressing as ordered sir.” Relax Smith. What is your first name. ”Larry.” Have as seat Larry I just wanted to sit down and get to know you a little. You know that we are not going to be a run of the mill battalion; what I am asking is’ do you think we can get the men ready in time? ” I think what we have here sir is 1100 prima donnas and other than they all have ideas of their own we have the makings of the meanest unit that has ever been created in the minds of men”. I want us to be up the task, but is this a bridge to far?” “I know what you mean”, I said. “Question is do we crush them hard right off to break them or pamper them, because we are not being formed of losers but winners and unless I miss my guess this unit is not being formed so that we can just be thrown away as in a losing cause. We are not going to win or die trying we are going to win. Do I make my self clear. You know by now that I don’t believe in throwing men into a fight without proper preparations and weapons that I believe that whatever it takes to be ready we will do. Now again Sgt What is your assessment? What are your ideas? May I speak freely sir. I hesitated. You may. I think you were chosen to head up this battalion because you will listen the bunch of us bunch of wanna be’s and do everything in your power to see that we have what it takes to get whatever job we are assigned done.” “Ouch” I said. Yeah that is what make me nervous Larry. Now I have eleven hundred smart guys. I want every idea from every man. How do we do that efficiently and quickly and how do we translate that to battlefield. Put your feelers out and get me a report in 48 hours. We are going to turn the unstable area of free thought into a workable force to destroy our foe with dispatch. We are going to radicalize the chaos of battle and add to it. If we create the oxymoron of the field and anticipate the results and be were the results lead to then we will win our engagements and open the door to victory. Every one of the men in this unit are here because they survived. They not only survived but were heroes. We are a battalion of heros. That is fucked up if you ask me SgtMj. Fucked up. We are going to turn this fucked up sity-ation in our favor and the favor of this nation. I think I will probably lean on two weeks of the hardest physical training these men have ever had we will start with that tradition. I want to bend their will towards free will by God. And I want them to believe. I think we can create a special ops battalion powerful enough to take out a division. What do you think Sgt Maj? “I think your crazy Sir.” “Not a bad premise to start on but you better add,” Like a Fox’” I replied. Give everybody but essential personel three day’s leave. A rumor about how hard we are going to work when they get back might be in order don’t you think there Top? I went back to the patio door and said “dismissed”. Send in my aid. “Yes Sir”.
foot notes:
{1}MS: Metal Storm. Weapons in which the barrel is also the magazine. 40 mm grenade single/auto launcher that can fire up to 4000 rpm digitally. The rounds are loaded in tubes of five. The grenade launcher version that attached as an accessory to an assault rifle is on a rod and the barrel of which slides forward then flipped outward pivoting upward for reloading. The grenades come in several versions; HE, WP, smoke, beehive(doubleOO buck) and fragmentation. The tubes are pre assembled which can be disassembled to form hybrid mission specific loadouts.
I Am Guardian
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April 1 2019
I looked at my watch it was 9 am, I had been sitting in front of the window since 7 am. the maintenance man had been mowing the lawn now for a few minutes and the smell of freshly cut grass greeted my nose like the smell of watermelon. I always liked that smell. It reminded me of when I was a kid ,warm spring days with a gentle breeze gently kissing my cheeks. The world around me so alive and fresh that I would bound for joy giddy and carefree. Somebodies family was visiting and I smiled as the children were running about the front yard of the VA laughing and playing. I was glad for the momentary reprieve from my nightmare thoughts. The memories of yesterdays war. My nurse came up behind me and peered out the window with me. She asked “how are you today Major”. “I’ma fine right now maam”. “Just enjoying the beautiful morning.” “Would you like some water or some soda to drink?” “Don’t forget; you have an appointment with your case worker; about getting you a place, today”. “Yes I remember, thankyou”. She handed me a glass of water and my pills, and moved on to the next patient. The thought of moving out on my own scared me. My thoughts drifted……….
May 22, 2018 4:55
I snugged my cheek up to the butt and looked through the eye cup on the 10×50 digital Hienzhold and settled in for the wait. I felt the weight of the Barrett 20mm AT rifle as I ticked of the ballistics. The Depleted Uranium sabot rounds could penetrate 2 maybe 3 inches of rolled homogeneous armor at a thousand yards.
Looking down range, I could see the smoke of the burning village 3 miles off, rising into the early dawn sky. The twilight before dawn was beginning to show, the air was crisp and I thought that if not for the smell of burnt flesh and wood mingled with the breeze it would have been a perfect morning. Scouts had just reported in that the panzer division was ten clicks out and on the move. I figure they would try to hit us around 7 am, that would be perfect timing as the sun will be in our eyes.
My thoughts drifted back to the end of the last fight and cringed at the losses.
We started with 90 men, a company and now we were down to 16. The Captain was gone. We had the company Sgt. two corporals and 12 privates. We were all that stood between the bridge over the Mississippi and the preparations west. Rear guard with exception. Hold to the last man was our briefing, “with your shield or on it”. We need every day, The 4th Heavy division was on route from over seas and was in the process of hauling ass up I35 and US61 and 69 to us.
We had to hold out. If we failed, and the Germans broke through they would tear our unprepared main line apart and do untold damage to our rear. We could lose the war. We had already heard the rumors of atrocities. We must not let that happen. Cap’n was a genius, used to be a college professor; Math, I think. I missed him. He had an instinctive feel for a fight, and knew how to set a defensive position to maximize our firepower. He had the comforting father demeanor that gave the men the will to carry on......I wasn't so lucky that way. I have a razor sharp tongue and wasn't afraid to use it.
We weren’t given the choice of where to defend, it had to be Pittsfield Illinois. Division sent 3rd Regiment With a company of Abrams. Arty would support from west of the Miss. Air support by 410th air reserve thunderbolts and a squadron of division AH64′s, We were to take a strong defensive position to delay or destroy the attackers. Intel reports indicated a full German Panzer division was rolling down I 70. Our company was tasked with the local airport. Keep them from landing troops in our flanks. The majority of the regiment was in blocking positions perpendicular to I70. Where we were was miles away and isolated. It was a must win situation, our company had to cut them off. As usual I felt we were undermanned. Under gunned and in the typical were gonna get fucked position. I asked why we didn’t just blow the bridges and fight from the other side. My answer from BatCom was; 'refugees', and trap. We had so far destroyed about half of the German army which was enough for them to pause and regroup and replace to continue this fight. I don’t think that any of the powers that invaded thought they would face this bad a fight. "Economically they could not last much longer", and we weren’t going to make it easier for them by giving them a pass to the east bank of the Mississippi. We were going to make them pay in blood for every goddamn inch. There was hope but the killing wasn’t over yet by a long shot.
(outline note: go to Pittsfield Ill.)
(outline note: Civilian cooperation)
( outline note: Defense of Pittsfield Municipal airport)
May 8th 2012, 2:57 PM
Lieutenant your promoted to captain as of this moment you are company commander. I want a plan on my desk in one hour how your going to defend this Bridge. He game me a list of available assets. I said “Sir we only have twelve men”. “That will have to do. Dismissed,” Said he. Sonofbithch . This is going to be fucking suicide.
I went back to the company area. And told the Sgt Maj; a tough grizzled ol' son, that I was the CO and get everyone together cause we had some brainstorming to do. And Sgt Maj we are the tip of the spear again. Not exactly by the book. When everyone got there I explained the situation, and that we needed to come up with a plan that pounded the shit out of the Germans. Funny looks from; what the….. to, I don’t believe it. I said, “yeah I know I am sure if Battalion had a better idea they would have chosen it. I am going to list for you the reasons why I know we can do this. When this war started two month ago we have been in the middle of the hottest fights and have always come out on top. We are not just the best company in battalion but the best in the whole fucking division because were smarter and badder than anyone else. So put your doubts aside and get me some ideas and let’s get started because the whole country may end up depending on us kicking some more shit”. We Are Going To Win, do I make my self clear. Twelve men shouted as one, “ARROOOO”.
I showed them what we were getting for back up and they started out with a joke. “Yeah maybe if I was a fucking tank”. I had heard a rumor. I said,” private you may just get to be one”. After the briefing I headed for the motor pool and tracked the rumor back; pulled some strings and viola, got me two brand new Exo-suits. Two tons of walking fire power and armor. Each had a 40 millimeter chain launcher with a hundred rounds, a 7.62 mini gun with a thousand rounds of ammo and an AT13 on the shoulder.
I gave one to Mr “yeah if I was a tank” and the other one to someone the Sgt Maj picked out.
Their angle was to get in our rear and rip us a new one. The rest of the division was deployed covering St. Louis and south all the way to Sparta. Divisions task? Delay, destroy, attrit.
We were One division against the whole damn German army, spread thin. And they needed that bridge head. We were in for it……again. The Brits are good but the Germans are the best in the world next to us and the Israelis, and arguably had the best equipment. But then again we are the Rock. The best infantry division it the whole U.S. Army.
We had a hundred regiments the length of the Mississippi. We had been in a fighting retreat since the German spear head had landed near Philadelphia with the whole combined European army. And that was not all The Russians came marching out of Canada, the Chinese and Far east Asia Armies had Landed in California and an African contingent landed in Florida and the Gulf coast. The Africans were bottled up and largely destroyed. The Russians were different and raising hell in the northeast and along the great lakes, additionally had taken Alaska. The reason they hadn’t moved South further is because all those liberal ass Northerners turned out to have a serious problem with the Russian methods. Especially after the Soviets had indiscriminately leveled several small towns and slaughtered every living thing in them. Two million hunters pulled out their rifles and hit the woods, and the Ruskie had been too busy trying to put down the guerrillas.
Amazingly instead of them getting weaker they were taking a higher and higher toll of the bear. The army sent a third of the Green Beret up north to fight and train them and the Yankee pussies were turning into some of the best goddamn fighters in the world. The Chinese had already pushed to the Rocky Mountains where we had them stopped for now. The Chinese were even more ruthless and gone through places like LA and San Francisco and killed everything that moved. Those that survived were hiding out in the western Rocky mountains. The Armed forces had set up hundreds of impromptu training bases and several special forces units were building large guerrilla battalions, which the were playing hell with the Chinese ability to prosecute further. Intel figured that they were waiting for the Europeans to gain the Mississippi. Where the Euros controlled mainly north of Georgia on the East coast, was no friendly haven either. The Southerners of Virgina North and South Carolina were just plain old mule stubborn and defiantly hell no to the invasion and used the more congenial European methods of pacification as a weakness and with the appalachians for cover, relentlessly sabotaged and ambushed their convoys and outposts. America was pissed. These ungrateful suns-a-bitches had invaded, And we were not going to let them have one goddamn inch of American soil with out a fight.
For about two months we had been at it. Even before the recall orders went out, men returned to units when the news hit the airwaves. That’s gonna be one of those; “where were you”, when you heard, moments in history. I was sitting on the edge of my bed at 4AM EST, April 6th. The radio alarm had just gone off and I was listening to my favorite radio station when the music was cut with the familiar, ” we interrupt this program for an important emergency broadcast”. Unknown forces have just landed Near Washington DC and Philadelphia, we are under attack. It is reported that the White House is trying to communicate with the apparent belligerents but as yet there has been no response. One eyewitness account states that he saw ” a cross on the side of military vehicles like the kind the Germans had”. Stay tuned for further updates on this developing crisis or turn to channel 88.4 AM for further instructions. All Military personnel are immediately ordered to return to their units.
I popped to my feet And whipped on my ACU’s, grabbed my mobility bag and slammed out the door just as the phone rang. I didn’t stop to answer it; I figured it was the recall, I hit speed dial on my cell phone to the unit clerk, when she answered I told her I was on my way in. Just then I saw a flash on the homes across the street from me and heard a muffled boom echo behind me and the phone went dead. I threw the bag in the back seat fired up my Camaro and stomped on the gas. The tires broke loose and burning rubber filled my nostrils. The car careened backwards recklessly as I slammed it into forward not waiting for the car to stop; busting traction again swerving sideways racking the wheel hard right to regain control and rocketed down the base side street. I could see similar reactions from my fellow neighbors in officer housing; one with his mobility bag over his shoulder running to his car, underwear and bare feet. I hit fifty before the stop sign to the main road not even slowing down whirled the steering wheel to the right lock, skidded hard right and headed towards our command offices, and that’s when I spotted the smoke rising up, big billowing ball with flames at its base. Holy crap! Base headquarters has been hit. I slammed on the brakes and swung the car around and headed for my unit area.
That’s when the blast hit the back of my ride. I saw multiple flashes and huge thundering’s. The back window blew out and I was hit in the back of my head with glass spray. I was cussing now. God damned we were under attack right the fuck here in little ol Georgia. I got get to the conference room now. I need my rifle, I couldn’t make up my mind up, orders are to report to your command briefings-fuck it I’m getting my CAR4 first.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Fuck are those fucking parachutes. Fuck! The base sirens started to scream, wailing code black. I was like, noooo Shit! I knew I was one block away from another armory in fact it was just across the parking lot behind that chain link fence. I racked my baby hard right and plowed right through the fence and aimed for the door. It was shut and I knew it would be locked this time of day, I stamped on the gas and smashed right through it. I tried to open my car door but it was jammed, so I started slamming my left shoulder into it, it gave in inches. I kept hitting it until it opened enough for me to squeeze out of the door.
I sprinted the short distance around the front counter down the hall, left through a door to the cage wondering how the hell I was going to get that fucking door open, when I heard a shout from down the hall. Are you the maggot bastard that just took out my front door? “YES”, I shouted back. We’re under attack, and if you didn’ fucking know it there are chutes in the air and they ain’t ours. “Break me out a weapon and load out now Sgt;” I glanced at his name tag, Johnson and grab one your self cause what ever the fuck is going on we better get ready or we are dead”. Just then I we heard the bang of gun fire. Not the familiar boof of the AR’s but a strange new one, but I couldn’t remember where I had……….The Sgt unlocked the padlock and we darted inside, unchained the rifles, grabbed a case of empty clips and cracked open a case of 6.5′s and started feverishly loading clips. I got the first one loaded and slapped it in the receiver and told the Sgt, bring more I was going out to stand guard, I turned around just in time to see a shadow slip the wall apposite the cage door. I tapped Johnson and pointed at the shadow. He slapped the clip he was working on in an AR, and grabbed the couple of extra he had already finished. I snapped around the corner of the cage and came face to face with a strange site.
Time suddenly slowed. I could see the leopard spot jungle Cammie’s and the painted face, even the pores in his skin. His eyes grew big and he flinched the barrel of his FNL towards my chest. My AR was already pointing at his abdomen. My trigger finger twitched and three rounds walked from his belly button up to his solar plexus. Cammo face jerked violently backwards and then collapsed. I put three more rounds in his chest for good measure. I checked my back and Johnson was turning to check the front door where my Camaro was now parked. I told Johnson to go back and get some more clips loaded up and use that damn auto loader.
I slipped around the corner camo face had come from and followed the hall to the back door. It was open and I could see where bullets had ripped the lock cylinder out. I eked out for a peek and saw a supply troop laying on the ground in a puddle of blood. I could hear gun fire now; regular, I looked up at the sky and it was black with parachutes. I saw a leopard dressed man staring off in the distance. So I looked in the direction he was, and saw a group of men low running towards the armory. I snapped my attention back to leopard suit, drew aim and fired just as he raised his assault rifle. I nailed him in the ribs and he went down like a sack of potatoes. I dropped down in combat stance just as a burst of gunfire shredded the door jamb where I had been standing. I leaped back when another burst hit the back wall low, only this time I saw the flash. It came from a clump of bushes 100 meters across the street from where I was. I cranked out two bursts, and moved. I put two more bursts into the bushes and then aimed left and right to keep em ducking. The men had arrived. I counted seven. I ordered them to get some rifles and told the corporal to get a SAW and bring it back here and cover this door. He ran down the hallway just as another burst hit the building. I switched to single fire and banged out a couple of shots at random then slammed the door shut and grabbed a filing cabinet from the closest office tipped it over and jammed the door shut. I moved down the hallway just as the corporal came running back with a Squad Automatic and a couple of 100 round belts. I told him not to get settled in, that it wouldn’t take long for them to realize that someone was in here and to be ready to move. “Yes Sir”, he said. “Set up here”, I ordered. “Yes sir.”
I ran back to the cage and saw several men working their ass off. I told them to grab an extra rifle each and get a MS{1} on each one of them pack every clip and grenade and 40 tube they could carry cause we were getting out of here in a hurry. I heard one man grumble; Always a goddamned whiner I thought, “Pack it up soldier and stop fuckin bitchin; mens lives are at stake”, Fuckin idiot, I thought. I asked Johnson if they had transport in the garage? "No!" I said, “to the back door”. You, you; I pointed, cover the front door as I grabbed my load and 2 more hundred round belts for the SAW. Move out and said to the front door men, “wait two minutes and follow after us, we will secure other side of the road”. I got to the door and slid the file out-of-the-way, then said “Johnson get up stairs and give us some intel. You got one minute.” I opened the door and the sound of gun fire and explosions were constant now.
I positioned the men for efficient egress when I heard Johnson yell “bogeys 10 o’clock, 150 meters”. I ordered the corporal, “lay down some cover fire”. I then peaked out the door and fired off some three round bursts and ducked back in and was immediately answered with a long burst from two or three rifles. You get that corporal. “I saw them” he said. I said, “Take em!” The corporal sprayed the area. GO! I yelled “two at a time”. I heard a long burst from the upstairs window. The SGT had grabbed M60 chain gun, good. I saw the tracers head straight across the road into the bushes. The first two men ran across the parking lot through the gate and made it to the bushes. I heard their rifles go off. And a yell, “clear”. Our two guns were hammering away in steady bursts now. GO! I Yelled again. I ran back to the cage and told private Ramie (name tag again) bring ammo for the guns here at the door and to Johnson up stairs “Now”! scrambling back to the rear door I hollered “Johnson what you see. “We got a cluster fuck; 1000 meters and headed our way, I estimate 50 or more,” he says. To the next two I shouted, “Go”! Then to the Corporal I Say, “Go, I’ll cover you”. Ramie, Johnson get down here and bring your load out. Bullets were slapping the building steady now. “Johnson, I said get down here”, I yelled. Just then Ramie comes round the corner and yells “Johnson’s gone”. “Took one right in the nose. ” Snipers! Fuck! Ramey had the M-60, good. “Get your buddy, give me the gun and get across the road.” I grabbed the M-60 and fired a long burst angled down the road from the hip, this fuckin thing is heavy. They made it across and then I was next. I put the sling over my shoulder and lumbered the hundred yards with bullets cracking by and chipping off the black top, I felt the sting of shrapnel on my shins and could hear my ad hoc troop firing for cover. At the far edge of the road I dove into the bushes and rolled into a 6′ deep drainage ditch. I took quick note that corporal Ryan had them spread out in the ditch in good order. “Ryan get over there and check on those shitbirds what gave us trouble a minute ago”, I said. Ryan took private Varlin with him through the culvert to our left when I heard the SAW burp. Private Varlin came back through with the all clear sign and then threw up.
The ditch ran perpendicular to the group coming at us and I had to choose, stay and fight or slip away. I had no idea what the sit. was; only that I was here with 7 men and surrounded by a shit load of enemy combatants.
Just then I heard the whoosh of rockets. BAM! BA-BAM! BAM! Four RPG’s hit the armory. Yeah we were sitting ducks in that armory. We need more people and more fire power. Suddenly I heard the low whine and felt the rumble in the ground, distinctive to only one vehicle in the world. A wave of relief swept over me as I turned to look, the Abrams turned the corner and I yelled to the men get to the road and lets see if we can save the armory. BOOM!, went the big 120 mm smooth bore as we sprinted down the ditch to cover the flanks of the tank.
Looking left and right checking the position of the boys and then down the street, Feeling pumped with power; I yelled…..”Engage”, I pressed the trigger and felt the satisfaction of a full hundred rounds roll through as I clipped two enemy running from cover to cover, everyone opened up. I heard the bloop of grenade launchers, burst fire of 6 rifles and the long strings of fire from the SAW’s. They were already within 300 meters. Must of be a company. We had drawn their attention. BOOM! FUUUCK that hurt! BOOM! BRRRRRRRRRRRRT! BRRRRRRRRRRT went the Abrams coaxial 50! AH God, I grabbed my head. The Abrams was moving forward but I held my guys back, I couldn’t hear, fuck! I could feel the blood running out of my left ear. I covered my ears and turned my head to shelter them from the noise, only to see a leopard fuck lining up on the Abrams rear with an RPG. I Yelled and brought the 60 up and let one long burst rip. Leopard fucks vibrated noticeably as the 7.62′s ripped into his body. He collapsed. Still facing our rear I sent another guy through the culvert to bolster the Corporals fire. Boom! The Abrams had moved 50 meters up the road. From off to my left; out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I jerked around ready to drop what ever, and stopped. Twenty of ours were coming through the next culvert over. Only four or five had rifles.
There was a Captain among them. I hollered, Captain! He came over and I had the guys hand out the extra rifles and grenades and rounds, I bet grumbler was happy. I asked the Captain who the Fuck were these guys and what the fuck was happening. the first thing he says is Lieutenant?, watch your language when you are talking to me. What the fuck?……I know my face showed surprise. Yes Sir, I yelled. And Lieutenant?, you don’t have to yell so loud. Yes Sir. Sorry sir, I was a little too close to the Abrams when it started firing, I can’t hear too well right now. Captain says, That’s Ok. Get over to the Armory and secure it, I am sure there are plenty of boys that still haven’t got any weapons. Yes Sir!
Corporal! YES SIR! The Captains going to take over here. Get back in that armory and secure it with the men. YES SIR! The Captain says, “And lieutenant?, Good work”. Yes Sir and thank you sir. “Grumbler Get over here. Get up on the roof of the armory, and give us knowledge. Find a radio and see if you can talk to that tank”. “Yes Sir.” Captain what is the situation? The Captain says, “as far as we can tell they are elements from Africa. I says, “What the f…. Africa”? “Sorry Sir”. The Captain gave me a stern look. “Yes”. That’s all I know right now. We have a job to do lieutenant, we will worry about the who, what, when and where later”. “Yes Sir”, I said.
Other guys kept filtering in along with a couple more Abrams and a Bradly to the armory until we had an over sized company of mixed troops from different squadrons. We became a lighting rod and for the next eight hours the jokers kept trying to storm our position.
Saving that Armory made big difference. We cut up a couple of battalions from there and the strategists said that helped save the Regiment from being destroyed. Our 3rd Regiment was then able to relieve the rest of the division. We kicked ass but it cost us. Division lost over 900 men. We killed, wounded, or captured over 4500 and were in pursuit of the remnants of two airborne divisions from Africa that were hauled in on a conglomerate of air transports from the European Union, Russia, North Korea, Ukraine….fuck….. everywhere. What the hell had happened, I had some idea, but I did know that all of sudden the good ol’ US of A was in a world of shit. Literally. Surprisingly, instead of being demoralized we seemed to be angry. These one worlder fucks have no idea what kind of buzz saw they decided to mess with. Divisions extemporaneous AO was looking good. The rumors coming in from around the country did not. Don’t get me wrong the other divisions in the army and marines were doing just as well in the kill ratio they were facing a different enemy. The Russian and Chinese were two separate hordes. As many as were killed were replaced. The Chinese especially came in with fifty divisions. We didn’t have 20 divisions let alone 50. Maybe during the cold war when we maintained 100 divisions could we have thought to have fared better. The Europeans were technically our equal and had the benefit of decades of exercises with us. They knew us like the back of their hand and even shared much of the same weaponry. The only thing they don’t really know is how determined we can be in battle. The Brits and Germans seemed to have forgotten the lessons they had learned and the French as well.
May 22 2012, 5:00 AM
I looked up from scope and mused about finding the Barret and a hundred rounds of match grade ammo at the gun shop. It had the standard 11 round box and I was going to make good use of this. I was no sniper but had scored tops on the range more than a few times. Still I took the time to sight it in and fire 20 rounds for practice. I decided that I could hit what I wanted to up to 800 yards but I didn’t know enough and wasn’t too good beyond that. I knew guys that could cut a butt at 1500, 2000 yards but they weren’t here right now. I didn’t even know if they were still alive. This would be plenty for the game plan we had cooked up for them. We figured we could take out the lead company before they knew what hit them. After that all hell would brake loose. We would become not much more than fire control. But first we had to get them out in the open. We were the bait. Goats tied to a stake for the ravening beast that would come over that distant hill. Only this bait had some teeth. Not enough to live through it but enough to make them pause long enough to blow the bridge to our rear.
I didn’t have anything to lose, My family was dead. They had been killed in the first month. The rest of the men....I could see it in thier eyes. Blazing anger and resignation. They just wanted one last piece of ungrateful ass befor they died.
How the hell did snipers lay in a single position for as long as I had heard they do. I put my eye back in the cup.
April 8th, 2018
Third Division got orders from newly formed Comcen. Move west and intercept an African infantry Division that was heading toward the Montgomery Alabama ostensibly to control the state from there. The whole division picked up in record time and moved out. 3rd regiment was tasked as point and we were commanded to move with all speed. Third Regiment Airborne elements were already on the way and likely had landed. Our movement was covered by Air Assets out of Florida F15′s and F16′s. We had been hearing Rumors of Fifth columnists wreaking havoc in nearly every city town and village so our flanks would also be covered the by air transported infantry. Additional company and platoon sized units were landed in several municipalities en route to gain intel and assist if needed in subduing so-called infiltrators.
(note: Air battle as seen from the ground. )
Besides the Barret I had my AR to my right, next to that I had 2 AT13′s. We had time to sow the freeway and fields with mines and had built bunkers. In fact everyone had some of the new At13′s , the big 130 mm hyper velocity rockets that could take out a Main Battle Tank. We had just received a brand new ballistic vest called the MHF or magnetorheological fluid . I didn’t really get how it worked but it had something to do with magnetizing a fluid making it behave like a solid. Two of my troop got brand new exoskeleton suits and I had them posted on the ridge parallel to the demo charges each side of the freeway with two men acting as fac and arty fire control. That way when we sprung this trap they would cover their flanks and open up on what we hoped would be un-arsed and exposed troupes that may escape the kill zone and scythe them down with the mini-guns and auto bloopers. Then to further delay them, string demolish the freeway. We were going to destruct a one mile zone, them for fun we were going to deny access permanently with 10,000 anti- personal and anti vehicle mines. The Germans were going to have to go another way or build a whole fucking new road. I could feel a maniacle mirth building in my guts. I suppressed it. “I am going to need some serious counseling when this is done….if I live“, I thought.
Then for good measure saturate the area with CBU’s from the 410th and mlrs plus bats if there is any armor left. We know the first company is dead. The weakness to this plan was simple. If we couldn’t get a look beyond that hill and they had follow-on units which they will have, they would simply out flank us in a hurry and we would be dead. If we could though maybe just maybe some of us might live, because we would just keep walking the fire right on through their file until there was no one left. We were running short of drones. Most of our satellites were down and other battlefield surveillance options were not available to us. The Rec birds were tasked with keeping an eye on St Louis. To that end I had stationed two op’s on the ridge overlooking the cut and when the Zoots finished with mopping up the lead company they were to advance to the ridge and cover the flanks of the op’s. The rest of us were to shift positions and cover the back door. Spec. op’s coved the bridge abutments with snipers.
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This is what I was born for,
This was what I was raised for,
This is what I studied for,
This is what I trained for,
For this day have I lived for,
For I am……Gaurdian.
I recited the gaurdians creed to my self.
I know why I am here. I know why I wake up every morning with the satisfying feeling that I am a part of a greater glory. I walk this path because it is what I have chosen. I walk this path because any other would not be a viable option for me. I am on this path because tyranny has forced me here.
I take up arms against the demons of chaotic evil to remain true to my own values. I ride the edge of a blade and teeter into the depths of peril because it is who I am. I maintain vigilance as a protector because that is my vocation. I exist to serve as the hammer of justice against the enemies of the just. I exist to act as an instrument of restoration of liberty. I believe in the common spirit that unites those yearning for salvation. I believe in the cause and I believe in me.
I am the rogue thorn. I am the elusive difficulty that will never be overcome. I am the infection that sows the seeds of oppression and reaps the harvest of insurrection. I am the festering mortal wound that will render the wicked helpless. I am hope, I am integrity, and I am constant.
I am the guiding light of truth and I am the retribution of murdered innocence. I am the torch of honor. I am the fiery might of valor and relentless defiance. I am the culmination of a thousand fears of villainy. I am the conqueror of darkness and the defender of the weak. I am the pursuer of freedom and I am the stalwart last stand of an ideal.
I am one of many.
I am a Guardian.
I survived the battle and my company in concert with support crippled a brigade of armor. Three of us made it alive across the river. I was told that I was going to get the medal of honor. I just stood there and said “yes sir”. I was also promoted to Major and given command of a newly formed battalion,and I didn’t like it. I had purposely made an effort to not get too close to the men who had served under me. Most of em were dead. I wanted to throw up but I did not have time to be sick. I traveled to the rocky mountains and my new command. The whole battle front had gone quiet. Just the regular patrol skirmishes and probes. This was a reprieve that Americans needed. As Battalion commander I got high level intelligence reports and the news was not good. Our combat forces had been decimated. The only good was that we gave better’n we took. We still had a chance but command had decided on a different strategy. We were going on the offensive. I had weeks to make my new battalion into an effective fighting force. I had to take 600 green unblooded troops and battle hardened cadre. I didn’t want just an effective fighting force though. I had fought with the best. I wanted the best battalion. I wanted to get back into the fight and kill every goddamned enemy soldier who dared cross my battalions path. I had become mean. I looked mean, mad and ready to kill anything that got in my way.
My Command Sgt. Major met me at the mountain air strip that had just been carved out and the look in his eyes was one of approval. I said Sgt Major I have just been given the ability to kill more lets build a battalion that will kill or be killed. I want the best unit in the Army. The Sgt Major just said, I am with your sir but I think you should talk to the cadre. That gave me a start. “Why? Do they have some doubts?” “I don’t think they have any doubts as to the cause just as to whether we can win sir”, he said. Good enough SgtMj I can work with that. Just so you know Sgt Major. We are going to win. I asked him if he had read George Washington’s visions and prophesies. The Sgt Major said he had. Get um together them I’ll talk at them. Take me to Battalion HQ. We went to HQ which was located in a retreat on the side of a mountain where I met with Battalion Exec and command staff. I gave them the order to have training and contingency plans on my desk by 0800 tomorrow morning. We have 8 weeks, I want to be ready in 4. Period. SgtMj? Get some booze I need a drink. “Yes sir”; he says, “and set up the meet with the NCO cadre at o33o tomorrow morning and pick me out a porter and a driver”, ”Yes sir” he answered, “and then meet me over at my quarters at 1800 with the libation”. That got a raised eyebrow from the SgtMj. I said, “What? I can’t have a vocabulary”, I said with a smile? His eyes crinkled in mirthful thought but he just said, ”yes sir”. I saw a lieutenant looking slightly out-of-place and I walked over to him and asked him what was his current assignment was, he said “supply”. I said “ok perfect”, I need an aid, your it”.
It was 1700 and I felt it like it was all a cluster fuck and I hated every second of that. I was no longer the prime organizer but had become the source from whence the direction would come. I was going to have to rely upon those under me to translate my orders into order and I felt inadequate. I know the trick was to avoid micromanaging. I hated that. I wanted to get my hands in the dirt but that wasn’t my place anymore. How the hell I had gone from managing 24 troupes to a full-blown battalion is a mystery to me and just now the shock was starting to set in. I had to get out of there and get some rest. The SgtMj walked in with a young Sgt and says, “this will be your driver sir”. SgtMj which room is mine? He says up the stairs and straight down the hall, I think you will find it adequate. “Thank you SgtMj.”
The room was about 20 by twenty with a balcony and nicely appointed. A King size 4 poster bed was the center of the room with oak furniture as accessories. An oak desk was added for the expected admisterial paper work that was a necessary part of the job and I noticed the inbox already had a stack of work in it. I groaned. Paper work, I hate paper work. There are so many other things that I wanted to do besides paper work. I sat down and noticed the personnel files. I guess I came in here to get some sleep……guess not. As I began to note the staff that had been assigned to the battalion when I jumped up from the desk with a start. These weren’t your run of the mill people. From the reports I discovered they were the best of the best. ”Oh my God”, I did not get command of any new battalion. We are going to be the point of some kind of spear. Not just any spear. The spear. What in God’s name had I done to earn the “honor”. I thought I felt inadequate before. I closed the file I was reading and walked over to the patio door that led out onto the balcony and stared out at the mountains. The sky was a deep blue with a few cottony clouds here and there. The mountains had a purple hue to them and I thought of the song God Bless America. I thought of every thing I had just been through. The decisions I had made the long days of fear interspersed with the cacophony of war. The men I had lost, the gore. The fight for survival. I was saved from further post view by a knock at the door. “Enter”, I said. It was the SgtMj and he was carrying a bottle of Rum. Damn glad to see you, I said. He produced a couple of glasses set them on the table and filled them about half full of the clear liquid. I reached down at the table and picked up one of the glasses and waited for the command Sgt to do the same. I razed it in silent salute and downed it I felt the burning fire proceed the length of my esophagus.
I stared at the Sgt Mj for a second and I could feel the mirth grow in me again. I asked him, “what’s your assessment of the current situation in the battalion Top. “ Everything is progressing as ordered sir.” Relax Smith. What is your first name. ”Larry.” Have as seat Larry I just wanted to sit down and get to know you a little. You know that we are not going to be a run of the mill battalion; what I am asking is’ do you think we can get the men ready in time? ” I think what we have here sir is 1100 prima donnas and other than they all have ideas of their own we have the makings of the meanest unit that has ever been created in the minds of men”. I want us to be up the task, but is this a bridge to far?” “I know what you mean”, I said. “Question is do we crush them hard right off to break them or pamper them, because we are not being formed of losers but winners and unless I miss my guess this unit is not being formed so that we can just be thrown away as in a losing cause. We are not going to win or die trying we are going to win. Do I make my self clear. You know by now that I don’t believe in throwing men into a fight without proper preparations and weapons that I believe that whatever it takes to be ready we will do. Now again Sgt What is your assessment? What are your ideas? May I speak freely sir. I hesitated. You may. I think you were chosen to head up this battalion because you will listen the bunch of us bunch of wanna be’s and do everything in your power to see that we have what it takes to get whatever job we are assigned done.” “Ouch” I said. Yeah that is what make me nervous Larry. Now I have eleven hundred smart guys. I want every idea from every man. How do we do that efficiently and quickly and how do we translate that to battlefield. Put your feelers out and get me a report in 48 hours. We are going to turn the unstable area of free thought into a workable force to destroy our foe with dispatch. We are going to radicalize the chaos of battle and add to it. If we create the oxymoron of the field and anticipate the results and be were the results lead to then we will win our engagements and open the door to victory. Every one of the men in this unit are here because they survived. They not only survived but were heroes. We are a battalion of heros. That is fucked up if you ask me SgtMj. Fucked up. We are going to turn this fucked up sity-ation in our favor and the favor of this nation. I think I will probably lean on two weeks of the hardest physical training these men have ever had we will start with that tradition. I want to bend their will towards free will by God. And I want them to believe. I think we can create a special ops battalion powerful enough to take out a division. What do you think Sgt Maj? “I think your crazy Sir.” “Not a bad premise to start on but you better add,” Like a Fox’” I replied. Give everybody but essential personel three day’s leave. A rumor about how hard we are going to work when they get back might be in order don’t you think there Top? I went back to the patio door and said “dismissed”. Send in my aid. “Yes Sir”.
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{1}MS: Metal Storm. Weapons in which the barrel is also the magazine. 40 mm grenade single/auto launcher that can fire up to 4000 rpm digitally. The rounds are loaded in tubes of five. The grenade launcher version that attached as an accessory to an assault rifle is on a rod and the barrel of which slides forward then flipped outward pivoting upward for reloading. The grenades come in several versions; HE, WP, smoke, beehive(doubleOO buck) and fragmentation. The tubes are pre assembled which can be disassembled to form hybrid mission specific loadouts.
Uhhhh...they got a point
Ohhhh dear dear..... The FBI has certainly gone and done it now.....Whining about the use of their insignia for an encyclopedic article.....Cause it's not like it isn't in a million other places online.....However it is an argument that the FBI; over the last 30 years, has morphed into something fascist and detestable......Living for their feelings and not facts.....
Nor did they game it out in their mind about what they might do to save some one from drowning.....I find this ultimately tragic on so many levels.....
Most of the time I like the quote of the day I have as an app on the lower part of my side bar but this one reads like a death threat.... Ya, I know that it was probably unintentional but what the hell does a historical figure and what he thinks of sleeping; which was weird, have to do with life anyway.... Proof that almost any intellectual has some kind of fucked up going for him.....
Here is the quote:
"There is only one thing...that I dislike in sleep; 'tis that it resembles death; there's very little difference between a man in his first sleep, and a man in his last sleep."
Miguel de Cervantes (1547-1616)
First an article that may need expansion later..... if I get around to it.....The fourteenth amendment.....It really doesn't matter if the original authors of the amendment knew for sure that if a child was born on US soil ect ect....the thing is.....What it says goes.....A Constitutional amendment would have to be enacted and what makes this congress or the next one think that it can amend the constitution when it rejects the school prayer amendment....Which one of you think you have the power to overcome God almighty in this.....I am here now to tell you you will not be able to overcome he who made you and no less than owns the material that he made you with.....Not to mention your souls and spirits.....tell me you people can overcome his ownership of all that is....and I will call you a liar.....If you were the pope and said such nonsense to me I would dare to call you a liar to your face.....no problem.....
As to the Republicans fears that they would alienate the Hispanic votes....Stupid. They would only alienate those who'r are against them anyway......that be mainly the drug shits and those they might be able to influence, and that would be those stupid fucks in government who can be influenced or blackmailed.....So their fears are misplaced.....As to adding to the fourteenth amendment.....not not, but nope, or is it not.....no no, fuck no.....hows that? Let's see hows that go?........negative times negative equals positive, times negative equals negative, times, Ok I see it, it is no then......get it....
B-duhBP stopped the oil leak by throwing mud at it. Now if we can just throw enough mud at Washington DC to stop them up. Now to address the issue of people throwing muc in my mommas yard. Thanks I will just metaphorically throw it at Washington however if I catch you doing it......well lets just say that you will not be feeling so good about yourselves for the rest of your life......guilt has a way debilitating you in ways you cannot imagine......
Wow....I just told a person last night that there would be no civil war, but that the electoral process was our hope....It appears(I never feel comfortable using relative scientific meanderings) that the left would love for there to be a civilian uprising...I think that would be so they could make their cowards call for the UN to step in to help put us down.....the electoral process is looking real good right now.....soo great big BWA to the craaaazy left.....But if need be; should the curtain call come in, I will be happy to take up arms against this despicable atrocity we call a government.....
I think what would happen would be the rest of the world would be less than interested in getting in the middle of a civil war here in the states, simply because the cost would be to great to justify......mor'n that....I think that right now they would be a thinking wait it out when the dust settles then they move in....What the left doesn't realize is that the constituionalist oriented would win this hands down....We got the manpower the brains the moxy and the mental toughness that they in no wise posses.... In other words when push comes to shove we would would simply and mercilessly annihilate them.....and then hang them for treason......
I see that in spite of massive amounts of hype the people are not buying the crap. Missourians have said, "no" they don't like the idea and don't want it....... I asked a woman if she had seen any results come her way in this health care nonsense....She said, nope....ooo.....I said nonsense....I can't do that, it's not blue enough.....
BAM! This is huge.....There is a very large natural gas deposit under Isreal.....
This is Treason
The ACLU is committing an act of treason.......
Nor did they game it out in their mind about what they might do to save some one from drowning.....I find this ultimately tragic on so many levels.....
Most of the time I like the quote of the day I have as an app on the lower part of my side bar but this one reads like a death threat.... Ya, I know that it was probably unintentional but what the hell does a historical figure and what he thinks of sleeping; which was weird, have to do with life anyway.... Proof that almost any intellectual has some kind of fucked up going for him.....
Here is the quote:
"There is only one thing...that I dislike in sleep; 'tis that it resembles death; there's very little difference between a man in his first sleep, and a man in his last sleep."
Miguel de Cervantes (1547-1616)
First an article that may need expansion later..... if I get around to it.....The fourteenth amendment.....It really doesn't matter if the original authors of the amendment knew for sure that if a child was born on US soil ect ect....the thing is.....What it says goes.....A Constitutional amendment would have to be enacted and what makes this congress or the next one think that it can amend the constitution when it rejects the school prayer amendment....Which one of you think you have the power to overcome God almighty in this.....I am here now to tell you you will not be able to overcome he who made you and no less than owns the material that he made you with.....Not to mention your souls and spirits.....tell me you people can overcome his ownership of all that is....and I will call you a liar.....If you were the pope and said such nonsense to me I would dare to call you a liar to your face.....no problem.....
As to the Republicans fears that they would alienate the Hispanic votes....Stupid. They would only alienate those who'r are against them anyway......that be mainly the drug shits and those they might be able to influence, and that would be those stupid fucks in government who can be influenced or blackmailed.....So their fears are misplaced.....As to adding to the fourteenth amendment.....not not, but nope, or is it not.....no no, fuck no.....hows that? Let's see hows that go?........negative times negative equals positive, times negative equals negative, times, Ok I see it, it is no then......get it....
B-duhBP stopped the oil leak by throwing mud at it. Now if we can just throw enough mud at Washington DC to stop them up. Now to address the issue of people throwing muc in my mommas yard. Thanks I will just metaphorically throw it at Washington however if I catch you doing it......well lets just say that you will not be feeling so good about yourselves for the rest of your life......guilt has a way debilitating you in ways you cannot imagine......
Wow....I just told a person last night that there would be no civil war, but that the electoral process was our hope....It appears(I never feel comfortable using relative scientific meanderings) that the left would love for there to be a civilian uprising...I think that would be so they could make their cowards call for the UN to step in to help put us down.....the electoral process is looking real good right now.....soo great big BWA to the craaaazy left.....But if need be; should the curtain call come in, I will be happy to take up arms against this despicable atrocity we call a government.....
I think what would happen would be the rest of the world would be less than interested in getting in the middle of a civil war here in the states, simply because the cost would be to great to justify......mor'n that....I think that right now they would be a thinking wait it out when the dust settles then they move in....What the left doesn't realize is that the constituionalist oriented would win this hands down....We got the manpower the brains the moxy and the mental toughness that they in no wise posses.... In other words when push comes to shove we would would simply and mercilessly annihilate them.....and then hang them for treason......
I see that in spite of massive amounts of hype the people are not buying the crap. Missourians have said, "no" they don't like the idea and don't want it....... I asked a woman if she had seen any results come her way in this health care nonsense....She said, nope....ooo.....I said nonsense....I can't do that, it's not blue enough.....
BAM! This is huge.....There is a very large natural gas deposit under Isreal.....
This is Treason
The ACLU is committing an act of treason.......
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Ya Ya sister hood
The Bp well disaster is the worst accidental spill in history.....Aaaand it happened on the democrats watch....
Yeah yeah cajones heh heh......
And the old economy just can't seem to get all started back up what with all that thrifty shopping going on........
Oops, more incumbent blight out...the ...door...Ya know Rush is always saying I'm right. Maybe this is too proud....so I will reiterate this same using my name of course but with one little codicil....BY GOD I'M RIGHT!!! Throw the Goddamn blighters out of office for even contemplating usurping the Constitution RAH RAH SIS BOOM BA!!!! I'm cheering them on ya know........
Success again.....One more slap to the Obama regime.....BLAP......NEXT.......I wished I could say I hate to say I told ya so, but I don't really hate it.......I told ya so.......
Yeah yeah cajones heh heh......
And the old economy just can't seem to get all started back up what with all that thrifty shopping going on........
Oops, more incumbent blight out...the ...door...Ya know Rush is always saying I'm right. Maybe this is too proud....so I will reiterate this same using my name of course but with one little codicil....BY GOD I'M RIGHT!!! Throw the Goddamn blighters out of office for even contemplating usurping the Constitution RAH RAH SIS BOOM BA!!!! I'm cheering them on ya know........
Success again.....One more slap to the Obama regime.....BLAP......NEXT.......I wished I could say I hate to say I told ya so, but I don't really hate it.......I told ya so.......
Monday, August 2, 2010
Hello Mr President.....
Mr. President ya know that it is just going to be one ting after another......There are what?.... 20 or more states now cramming the Feds immigration controls right up the feds ass.....BWHAHAHAHA! What does my last article say which is really just a lament.......?
And Maxine Waters.....Next!
The State department whining about the Blackberry crackdown in The UAE? Awe doe the fed drag not like getting cut off??? Gotta expect that when the US Fed is one of the biggest pretenders but are really crooked...
Others think this will be a blood bath.....I got nothing to say about it.
Not looking good for the Democrats.....All because they used thier political cash to fight for Hillaries pet project.....Health care....Dumb de dum dum.....
"Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?"
George Eliot (1819-1880)
And Maxine Waters.....Next!
The State department whining about the Blackberry crackdown in The UAE? Awe doe the fed drag not like getting cut off??? Gotta expect that when the US Fed is one of the biggest pretenders but are really crooked...
Others think this will be a blood bath.....I got nothing to say about it.
Not looking good for the Democrats.....All because they used thier political cash to fight for Hillaries pet project.....Health care....Dumb de dum dum.....
"Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?"
George Eliot (1819-1880)
Oil is not the only thing that floats
Shit floats and the Democrats have caved in to that corporate beast. Not good for the Democrats base of environmentalists. I think this really shows the true nature of the democrats and that critter called corporatism.....
I see the good that could come from just about anything. They say that that is optimism. In this case I had some hopes that the democrats would quash this corporate animal. they are no less than partial failures in my mind.
The goals I had hoped that they would achieve......
The scaling back of this sneaky assed animal that had gotten a hold of our country, and was systematically destroying the constitution by reinstalling the banking controls. Reinstalling the level of tariffs of the early 90's. Reinstalling pre-96 banking regulations to prevent too much crossover of banking into the stock market.....Returning to strict measures regarding civil rights to government....And shutting down the illegal border invasion...
You see the US government is really all about making sure that the Field is level.... not this bastardized bumpy assed field that way over emphasizes corporate profits and profiteering, that is corporate piracy, that has emerged to dominate the US economy today.....
Instead the fucking morons decided to install a whole new level of bureaucracy that is destined to destroy; if not repealed, the rest of the free market here in the US.. Oduma and the dumocrats have done nothing but harm, and are adamant in not getting some level of control of the whore either....that would be the destruction of poppy fields in Afghanistan and the sealing up of the Mexican/US border.....
Had the fucked up democrats of done at least those three or four things; we would be seeing the US economy growing, factories being built, and the little people going back to work in brand knew companies. Now what they have is a shrinking middle income, upper income, and a growing lower income group..... That is guaranteed to lose them this mid-term election. My hope is that the Tea Partiers will win, and slam down hard on the border, repeal the health care bill as economically untenable, destroy the poppy fields in Afghanistan, and shut down this illegal alien incursion.....Raise up the economic borders and take us away from this one world government bullshit that has been so fucking destructive to the worlds economies.....At the same time forcing the Government into enforcing the real constitution instead of this intellectually bastardized version we now have......The unfortunate thing here is it has become a literal political Sargasso Sea from which another monster will surely arise, and be a different, but no less a pain in the collective asses of the people. God's will is being done; but no one not even God, says that I have to like it..... It is sad to see mankind self destruct, it is really sad to watch my country self destruct. None of this will work any other way......none of it......
I sit here day in and day out watching three women I care about self destruct...that is my mother, my sister, and my wife. They can't seem to get it through their heads to not over eat, not overspend, and get organized, and clean up their house. In a strange way for those of you who cannot get it, it is like they are doing what is in their hearts. It is a slow motion sort of thing, but every day that they take another bite of food, or piss way another dollar, they kill themselves a little more. Like My mothers adamant belief that she could transfer herself before she had built up enough muscle to do it safely..... My sister goes and sits with mom every day at the nursing home, but it is mainly because they have cable so she sits and watches TV all night.....with mom....Mom gets regular visitors from the rest of her family....I wish I could be a passive stander by like so many other people or lie to them like so many others. You know the ones who got tired of my moms BS, and hit and run visit saying that; hey you know, I got responsibilities to tend to, or that genetically related pile of shit named Al who swears by the god of atheism.... It is really just an excuse for them to not be around her much, her fault really, she drove every one away in the name of, who knows, maybe selfcenteredness......Actually she pushes us away and pulls us back, like humans were yo yo's or something.....
I understand the base drive in mom; after all, 70 years ago the same thing was done to her.... She was cast aside like she was the child of fornication and then at the age of three her momma yanked her out of the only home she had known and took her back.... MY mom said that Grandma came to visit her often but she was more like an aunt to her than her mom.... That is why I have my doubts as to who my real grandpa is....You know why I relate this to the US..... Because I see this very attitude of pushing ahead too fast, over eating, over spending, and waiting for someone else like like a rich aunt or the government to come to their rescue portending to be like God.... Very emotionally painful to watch.....Painful like the sliver I have in my left foot right now....
The rich sister of my mom's or the government may be an agent of God and the best in mankind but on the other hand so easily become the agent of the devil, and what is worst in mankind.
Not my rich aunt though, she and her husband are not the worst in mankind....She's a shweetie baby and her husband too. They are examples of what is best in the world....I used to work for him. He was one of those tough but fair hardworking kind of people....I had other plans for my life back then, but it would have been very good for me to have continued to work for him....It is good to see good prosper; and the good, and blessing that they have been to people around them....I don't know if I could say enough good things about them....They are an example to be followed. They ain't perfect, nobody is.....They just don't have any of those mongo flaws that are so much of a draw back to others....
Back to my main lament....Never the less somewhere along the way God will weary of the mess... he always does and then after watching people and nations stumble around for a while; well, he gets mad and CRUSH...that is the way we are headed right now.....CRUSH.....
Why I maintain my hope is a curiosity to me sometimes.... I guess I am just a hopeless optimistic....snicker....that's an oxymoron if there ever was one....I guess I'll keep my sense of humor/joy....I don't know what I am going to do with it but I'll keep it anyway...
I see the good that could come from just about anything. They say that that is optimism. In this case I had some hopes that the democrats would quash this corporate animal. they are no less than partial failures in my mind.
The goals I had hoped that they would achieve......
The scaling back of this sneaky assed animal that had gotten a hold of our country, and was systematically destroying the constitution by reinstalling the banking controls. Reinstalling the level of tariffs of the early 90's. Reinstalling pre-96 banking regulations to prevent too much crossover of banking into the stock market.....Returning to strict measures regarding civil rights to government....And shutting down the illegal border invasion...
You see the US government is really all about making sure that the Field is level.... not this bastardized bumpy assed field that way over emphasizes corporate profits and profiteering, that is corporate piracy, that has emerged to dominate the US economy today.....
Instead the fucking morons decided to install a whole new level of bureaucracy that is destined to destroy; if not repealed, the rest of the free market here in the US.. Oduma and the dumocrats have done nothing but harm, and are adamant in not getting some level of control of the whore either....that would be the destruction of poppy fields in Afghanistan and the sealing up of the Mexican/US border.....
Had the fucked up democrats of done at least those three or four things; we would be seeing the US economy growing, factories being built, and the little people going back to work in brand knew companies. Now what they have is a shrinking middle income, upper income, and a growing lower income group..... That is guaranteed to lose them this mid-term election. My hope is that the Tea Partiers will win, and slam down hard on the border, repeal the health care bill as economically untenable, destroy the poppy fields in Afghanistan, and shut down this illegal alien incursion.....Raise up the economic borders and take us away from this one world government bullshit that has been so fucking destructive to the worlds economies.....At the same time forcing the Government into enforcing the real constitution instead of this intellectually bastardized version we now have......The unfortunate thing here is it has become a literal political Sargasso Sea from which another monster will surely arise, and be a different, but no less a pain in the collective asses of the people. God's will is being done; but no one not even God, says that I have to like it..... It is sad to see mankind self destruct, it is really sad to watch my country self destruct. None of this will work any other way......none of it......
I sit here day in and day out watching three women I care about self destruct...that is my mother, my sister, and my wife. They can't seem to get it through their heads to not over eat, not overspend, and get organized, and clean up their house. In a strange way for those of you who cannot get it, it is like they are doing what is in their hearts. It is a slow motion sort of thing, but every day that they take another bite of food, or piss way another dollar, they kill themselves a little more. Like My mothers adamant belief that she could transfer herself before she had built up enough muscle to do it safely..... My sister goes and sits with mom every day at the nursing home, but it is mainly because they have cable so she sits and watches TV all night.....with mom....Mom gets regular visitors from the rest of her family....I wish I could be a passive stander by like so many other people or lie to them like so many others. You know the ones who got tired of my moms BS, and hit and run visit saying that; hey you know, I got responsibilities to tend to, or that genetically related pile of shit named Al who swears by the god of atheism.... It is really just an excuse for them to not be around her much, her fault really, she drove every one away in the name of, who knows, maybe selfcenteredness......Actually she pushes us away and pulls us back, like humans were yo yo's or something.....
I understand the base drive in mom; after all, 70 years ago the same thing was done to her.... She was cast aside like she was the child of fornication and then at the age of three her momma yanked her out of the only home she had known and took her back.... MY mom said that Grandma came to visit her often but she was more like an aunt to her than her mom.... That is why I have my doubts as to who my real grandpa is....You know why I relate this to the US..... Because I see this very attitude of pushing ahead too fast, over eating, over spending, and waiting for someone else like like a rich aunt or the government to come to their rescue portending to be like God.... Very emotionally painful to watch.....Painful like the sliver I have in my left foot right now....
The rich sister of my mom's or the government may be an agent of God and the best in mankind but on the other hand so easily become the agent of the devil, and what is worst in mankind.
Not my rich aunt though, she and her husband are not the worst in mankind....She's a shweetie baby and her husband too. They are examples of what is best in the world....I used to work for him. He was one of those tough but fair hardworking kind of people....I had other plans for my life back then, but it would have been very good for me to have continued to work for him....It is good to see good prosper; and the good, and blessing that they have been to people around them....I don't know if I could say enough good things about them....They are an example to be followed. They ain't perfect, nobody is.....They just don't have any of those mongo flaws that are so much of a draw back to others....
Back to my main lament....Never the less somewhere along the way God will weary of the mess... he always does and then after watching people and nations stumble around for a while; well, he gets mad and CRUSH...that is the way we are headed right now.....CRUSH.....
Why I maintain my hope is a curiosity to me sometimes.... I guess I am just a hopeless optimistic....snicker....that's an oxymoron if there ever was one....I guess I'll keep my sense of humor/joy....I don't know what I am going to do with it but I'll keep it anyway...
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Dr. Stranglehold is so cute
What a name and what an article. It is ....well it is..just so good...that I must link to it and make it a permanent part of my archives. My comment: Ah but for the old days, I reminisce.
If this were the last entry I could ever make I think it would be appropriate.
1388 articles and entries coverin 5 years, one unfinised short story, and counting.
If this were the last entry I could ever make I think it would be appropriate.
1388 articles and entries coverin 5 years, one unfinised short story, and counting.
What, NO OIL?
Where did it go? Those lying sombitches........HERE IT IS! It didn't just disappear people it is still out there.. so why did they report that it was was shrinking....... Well maybe because someone capitalized on the situation and blackmailed BP into making an American the CEO of BP. I don't know but in the nature of conspiracy theories it makes sense. That is not going to change that the people are going to come back from the gulf and say what the hell I couldn't swim in the gulf because it smells like diesel and was oily.....However you could just never mind because all of that could just be BS..... I have notice that when a story is BS and the media knows its BS later the media doesn't go back and revisit the old story to correct it's mistakes making you wonder who or what or where the news media got its ideas from anyway..... Wait here's another one. Environ-mentalist's must be afraid that the spill was not enough to make enough headlines long enough for them to whip up propaganda. Congressman complains that too much shampoo....I mean dispersant's were used....Bwhahahahahaa! Not to worry congressman, we see right through your ploy.....good thing us right wringers are around to hold you people back...wringers...Bwhahahaha....hand wringers....Bwhahahahahaaaaa1
The government doing racist things????
Of course their are a bunch of earth sized planets out there in the deep.
Money is the fuel that drives wars.....choke the money supply and the rebel attacks in I Afghanistan will whither hence the reason I said agent orange the poppy fields in Afghanistan.....
National Security concerns? Saudi Arabia.....Black Berry...... national security concerns? Oh yeah....Americas ability to tap any phone in the world......And the NSA does.........you know that right.....Hell they can tap it even if your not on it, and listen in to whatever you are doing....at the moment....even if your borkin momma.... Bug brother equals no privacy for anyone....
The reason there is an ozone hole in the antarctic is because there is an active volcano there....
Why yes the military has plans to invade everyone and anyone at any time.....to the uninitiated that may seem over the top but when you get pulled into two mega wars and a cold war and end up marshaling peace your military, has to be ready for anything at a moments notice....Didja ever wonder why our military can move so _____fast? Cause we got plans to ya know invade Washington DC or reinforce Hawaii, or drop kick Iran back to the stone age.....If we do we should just leave them like that. Instead of helping them get back on their feet....like we do everybody else.... By the way; did you know that there has been no successful invasion of a nation with a population of over a hundred million. BTW we didn't invade the Japanese main island, though that if we did it would have cost us 1,000,000 men. That's a million for you who can't recognize numbers....
Let me for a moment put on a pretense of care....This is a horrible disaster but what really strikes me about this ______article is how it is written to show that the Pakistan government isn't up to the task....These crazy writers are still lobbying for a one world government, but they's of course is using reverse sic-hology, trying to make it look like none of the governments today can handle this. Writers and all of the worlds governments; not any of them, none but Jesus himself, will ever be up to the task... So their is no point in noting the complaints of people; who within a short after a major natural disaster, about how slow a government is because no one is listening to these dumb butt writers anyway.
If the people of Pakistan are complaining it is because the governments and writers for the government propaganda machines have forced the people into being lazy _____who can't or won't help themselves......People everywhere should never expect their government to come and help, and they should get up off their asses and help themselves. That way when someone does come and offer help they will be quite pleasantly surprised and have good things to say about the government.
Ok, so you think I have never been in this situation before. Y-AS I have....Snowed in for five days. Flooded in by tropical storm, run out of my house by same tropical storm, in a city that was cut off from the rest of the world except for land lines??? I was surprised that they remained intact. Homeless, living out of my car for 14 months.....Trust me. I got up off my ass and did....... cause I wasn't going to wait for some environ-mentally (ill) inspired nutcase government to come and help me.....And it is mentally ill for the government to promote such a mentally ill idea.....You all are nuts.......
On the spiritual side, God is pissed off at these areas for _____with the US, which for whatever reason means to help yous people.....don't like the rain? tough. Repent of the evil in your hearts against the USA.
Here's one for you......Crooks vote for the democrat crooks...86 percent of the time or something like that....Piss-hycology 101....They ain't going to vote for who they ain't.
Sarah Palin says, "Only dead fish go with the flow".
Rush Limbaugh and what I don't like about him......It's open line Friday and Rush got it mostly right....except for the part about there is no demand for this car...the volt....Actually there is a demand for it, just not at forty one ______thousand dollars....The Toyota Prius has the Volts ass kicked at $21,000.....Rush narcissisticly says that there is no demand for this car; but really there is, just not at that price.....Maximally, who wouldn't want to drive a car with the potential for you to never buy another ounce of gas for the rest of your life.....HMMMM there Rush....Prius sales surpassed 1,000,000 world wide this year so far. This year in the US we will be buying a paltry 50,000 or more.
Another article about the weather and how blistering hot is....Ya Ya bullshit....When I was a kid Oklahoma had temperatures over 100 at least thirty days out of the year, now it is a rarity likely two or three times a year....While I was over in Georgia back in the early 90's it would be 95 to one hundred every day of the summer and it was still getting up to 95 as late as October. But in 1997 it had cooled off and stayed that way till I left in 2007, down to one summer it never rose above 94 _____ degrees. Soo this bullshit is just that; bullshit, written by writers who are young and have no personal memory of how hot or cold it actually was.
Today it is supposed go to 99 degrees and all them northerners that have transplanted here are like wow, it's hot. ____ they don't know hot.
The government doing racist things????
Of course their are a bunch of earth sized planets out there in the deep.
Money is the fuel that drives wars.....choke the money supply and the rebel attacks in I Afghanistan will whither hence the reason I said agent orange the poppy fields in Afghanistan.....
National Security concerns? Saudi Arabia.....Black Berry...... national security concerns? Oh yeah....Americas ability to tap any phone in the world......And the NSA does.........you know that right.....Hell they can tap it even if your not on it, and listen in to whatever you are doing....at the moment....even if your borkin momma.... Bug brother equals no privacy for anyone....
The reason there is an ozone hole in the antarctic is because there is an active volcano there....
Why yes the military has plans to invade everyone and anyone at any time.....to the uninitiated that may seem over the top but when you get pulled into two mega wars and a cold war and end up marshaling peace your military, has to be ready for anything at a moments notice....Didja ever wonder why our military can move so _____fast? Cause we got plans to ya know invade Washington DC or reinforce Hawaii, or drop kick Iran back to the stone age.....If we do we should just leave them like that. Instead of helping them get back on their feet....like we do everybody else.... By the way; did you know that there has been no successful invasion of a nation with a population of over a hundred million. BTW we didn't invade the Japanese main island, though that if we did it would have cost us 1,000,000 men. That's a million for you who can't recognize numbers....
Let me for a moment put on a pretense of care....This is a horrible disaster but what really strikes me about this ______article is how it is written to show that the Pakistan government isn't up to the task....These crazy writers are still lobbying for a one world government, but they's of course is using reverse sic-hology, trying to make it look like none of the governments today can handle this. Writers and all of the worlds governments; not any of them, none but Jesus himself, will ever be up to the task... So their is no point in noting the complaints of people; who within a short after a major natural disaster, about how slow a government is because no one is listening to these dumb butt writers anyway.
If the people of Pakistan are complaining it is because the governments and writers for the government propaganda machines have forced the people into being lazy _____who can't or won't help themselves......People everywhere should never expect their government to come and help, and they should get up off their asses and help themselves. That way when someone does come and offer help they will be quite pleasantly surprised and have good things to say about the government.
Ok, so you think I have never been in this situation before. Y-AS I have....Snowed in for five days. Flooded in by tropical storm, run out of my house by same tropical storm, in a city that was cut off from the rest of the world except for land lines??? I was surprised that they remained intact. Homeless, living out of my car for 14 months.....Trust me. I got up off my ass and did....... cause I wasn't going to wait for some environ-mentally (ill) inspired nutcase government to come and help me.....And it is mentally ill for the government to promote such a mentally ill idea.....You all are nuts.......
On the spiritual side, God is pissed off at these areas for _____with the US, which for whatever reason means to help yous people.....don't like the rain? tough. Repent of the evil in your hearts against the USA.
Here's one for you......Crooks vote for the democrat crooks...86 percent of the time or something like that....Piss-hycology 101....They ain't going to vote for who they ain't.
Sarah Palin says, "Only dead fish go with the flow".
Rush Limbaugh and what I don't like about him......It's open line Friday and Rush got it mostly right....except for the part about there is no demand for this car...the volt....Actually there is a demand for it, just not at forty one ______thousand dollars....The Toyota Prius has the Volts ass kicked at $21,000.....Rush narcissisticly says that there is no demand for this car; but really there is, just not at that price.....Maximally, who wouldn't want to drive a car with the potential for you to never buy another ounce of gas for the rest of your life.....HMMMM there Rush....Prius sales surpassed 1,000,000 world wide this year so far. This year in the US we will be buying a paltry 50,000 or more.
Another article about the weather and how blistering hot is....Ya Ya bullshit....When I was a kid Oklahoma had temperatures over 100 at least thirty days out of the year, now it is a rarity likely two or three times a year....While I was over in Georgia back in the early 90's it would be 95 to one hundred every day of the summer and it was still getting up to 95 as late as October. But in 1997 it had cooled off and stayed that way till I left in 2007, down to one summer it never rose above 94 _____ degrees. Soo this bullshit is just that; bullshit, written by writers who are young and have no personal memory of how hot or cold it actually was.
Today it is supposed go to 99 degrees and all them northerners that have transplanted here are like wow, it's hot. ____ they don't know hot.
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