Via Leatherneck M31 comes a cold and sobering assessment of the enemy we face and the coming war. This scuffle between Israel and Hezbollah is like the undercard for the main event, the appetizer to the entree. As always, key quotes provided, but do read the whole thing.
"It does not matter what John Kerry and his imaginary friends would do in his Bizzaro World of Fractured Reality. It doesn't matter who is president in '08, and it really doesn't matter where the greatest threat of the moment is to be found. This is not a political war; not even a "geographical war"... this is a war of survival, and our survival depends on killing enough IslamoNazis until they cease to be a threat. Kill a million? No; seven to 10 million is more like it, and that's just my conservative guess based on the estimated number of radical Muslims in the world. Nits breed lice. We are now in the Neo-Neville Chamberlain Era or "2NCE" as I call it... "too nice... get it?" Chamberlain announced "peace in our time" just before 62 million were slaughtered in WWII because no one stopped Hitler and the Japanese. ...
In this coming fight, some of these fools will learn far too little and far too late that this is for all the marbles. This time peace will not be secured by defeating a country or sending diplomats to run up their expense accounts with hookers and fattening French food.
It will be had by killing.
There is no exit strategy (see: Center, World Trade). It doesn't matter if gasoline is $11 a gallon; it only matters if your kids have a place to get out of the line of fire. Get onboard or miss the train."
Monday, August 7, 2006
Sunday, August 6, 2006
A Simple Ceasefire Solution...Stop Killing Us!
This is so simple, the Muslim world, the U.N,. and all the king's diplomats would never figure it out in a thousand years: From Mike at Cold Fury, STOP KILLING US!
"Thats all; just stop killing us. Jew, American, decadent Western porn merchant, infidels anywhere and everywhere just stop killing us. If you do that, we can stop worrying about defending ourselves the only truly effective means of which seems to be killing you and all those resources that you and your oppressive theo-kleptocracies currently devote to killing us can be put to better use...like, say, buying more black fabric with which to swaddle those blank, subjugated women you're all so threatened by.
Stop lobbing missiles at Israel from the territory they've ceded you, and using the civilian populations of those areas (if any) as objects to cower behind. Perhaps you could turn instead to trying to develop one just one prosperously functioning economy in your hellish corner of the world. Stop sending freakazoid hate-fueled hypocrites to every corner of the world to sit in our titty bars lapping up our fine liquors and undertipping, until the cognitive dissonance gets to be too much for them and they simply can't resist blowing something along with themselves up. Just stop it. Stop insisting that the punishment for infidel dogs all over the world failing to conform to your diseased and hateful religious rules be death at your hands. Just let it go, stay in your own desert warrens or tacky, juiceless cities, and leave us the fu*k alone.
Sell us the oil our vigorous economies demand at market prices, and use the profits to continue the crucial work of flailing your population of howling savages into resentful submission. Or, alternatively, refuse to sell us the oil, and eat the stuff for all we care. Rest assured that well find other sources eventually; we'll find the stones to respond to the absurd demands of our resident enviro-nut leeches with the appropriate scorn and restart the drilling when our situation becomes dire enough to demand it. Meanwhile, stay out of our hair, and stop inflicting your humiliating societal failure and the resultant slavering psychosis on the rest of us.
If you'll just agree to do that, we'll be perfectly content to sit back and let you kill as many of each other as your innate cruelty and illogic demands. We'll watch quietly as your economies grind to a halt, your governments falter, your bitter religion turns inward and destroys itself, and your civilization withers and eventually fades away unlamented. But stop killing us. Otherwise, the bombing will continue until morale (yours) disappears entirely. Thank you so much for your cooperation."
"Thats all; just stop killing us. Jew, American, decadent Western porn merchant, infidels anywhere and everywhere just stop killing us. If you do that, we can stop worrying about defending ourselves the only truly effective means of which seems to be killing you and all those resources that you and your oppressive theo-kleptocracies currently devote to killing us can be put to better use...like, say, buying more black fabric with which to swaddle those blank, subjugated women you're all so threatened by.
Stop lobbing missiles at Israel from the territory they've ceded you, and using the civilian populations of those areas (if any) as objects to cower behind. Perhaps you could turn instead to trying to develop one just one prosperously functioning economy in your hellish corner of the world. Stop sending freakazoid hate-fueled hypocrites to every corner of the world to sit in our titty bars lapping up our fine liquors and undertipping, until the cognitive dissonance gets to be too much for them and they simply can't resist blowing something along with themselves up. Just stop it. Stop insisting that the punishment for infidel dogs all over the world failing to conform to your diseased and hateful religious rules be death at your hands. Just let it go, stay in your own desert warrens or tacky, juiceless cities, and leave us the fu*k alone.
Sell us the oil our vigorous economies demand at market prices, and use the profits to continue the crucial work of flailing your population of howling savages into resentful submission. Or, alternatively, refuse to sell us the oil, and eat the stuff for all we care. Rest assured that well find other sources eventually; we'll find the stones to respond to the absurd demands of our resident enviro-nut leeches with the appropriate scorn and restart the drilling when our situation becomes dire enough to demand it. Meanwhile, stay out of our hair, and stop inflicting your humiliating societal failure and the resultant slavering psychosis on the rest of us.
If you'll just agree to do that, we'll be perfectly content to sit back and let you kill as many of each other as your innate cruelty and illogic demands. We'll watch quietly as your economies grind to a halt, your governments falter, your bitter religion turns inward and destroys itself, and your civilization withers and eventually fades away unlamented. But stop killing us. Otherwise, the bombing will continue until morale (yours) disappears entirely. Thank you so much for your cooperation."
Saturday, August 5, 2006
The Will to Win and How We Fight
Columnist Henry Lamb provides as good a condensed version of current events and the possible roads that lie ahead as a result of these events as I've seen in recent memory. It is a sobering assessment, but it's necessary to first objectively define the problems in order to come up with and eventually implement the solutions. Willful ignoring of hard choices, painful realities, and in this case, relentless and fanatical enemies dedicated to our extermination, do not make them go away. When we as a country realize this, we will be more than halfway to winning this war.
Do We Have The Will To Win?
By Henry Lamb
August 4, 2006
"Whether we like it or not, we are at war. And we are not prepared. There's plenty of bombs and bullets in our arsenals, and there's plenty of high-priced, technology-driven machinery. But the most important ingredient for victory is sadly lacking - the will to win. Far too many Americans still deny that the United States is under attack. Far too many Americans would rather believe that the problems in the Middle East, Iran, Afghanistan, Somalia, and elsewhere, are the result of U.S. foreign policy, rather than the result of an emboldened enemy dedicated to our destruction.
Hezbollah, Hamas, the Taliban, Al Qeada, and countless other groups of Islamic fanatics share one goal: to kill the infidels who stand between them and Islamic rule. What the enemy lacks in armaments, is more than compensated for by their dedication and determination. They are prepared to use any weapon, any tactic, any means whatever, to inflict damage on the United States, and its allies. They have no reluctance at all to explode innocent women and children, even their own, if it will gain some public relations advantage. And they are good at what they do.
Far too many Americans, on the other hand, are more concerned about "getting out of Iraq," than recognizing that we are at war. Sensitive to approaching elections, politicians are torn between getting re-elected, and defending the country. The enemy knows us well and is exploiting the U.S. anti-war sentiment by filling the TV screens with the horrors of war.
The war that is now underway has been boiling for decades. Years of "opening shots" were ignored, or met with ridiculously unimpressive responses, until September 11. Even then, the anti-war crowd organized more quickly than did the forces for defense. This war will not end with a cease-fire in Lebanon, nor even a victory in Iraq. There will be no victory in the war until the Islamic fanatics are sent to meet their "virgins," or are driven back into their caves, cut off from their funding and access to the media.
This task will be far more difficult than has been imagined. The governments of Iran and Syria will have to be replaced - one way or another. Scores of terrorist organizations and cells will have to be identified and destroyed, some in countries not yet identified. This effort will take years, not months. It will take a determination not yet acquired by the majority of Americans.
Anti-war talking heads are beginning to say that the Iraqi conflict will soon be longer than World War II - with little or no indication that victory is near. Had America gone into Iraq with the same determination that launched its entry into World War II, The fighting might well be over, but the casualties - on both sides - would be substantially higher, and the land would be laid bare. Israel appears to be sufficiently determined to crush Hezbollah that it is not restrained by the fear of collateral damage. But much of the world condemns Israel for "disproportionate" response, and overlooks the fact that Hezbollah invaded Israel, killed her citizens, and kidnapped her soldiers, in an attack that mirrored an earlier attack by Hamas on the Gaza border.
Does anyone seriously think that these two events were spontaneous, in view of the pending U.N. Resolution calling on Iran to stop its nuclear enrichment program? What a masterful way to redirect the world media from Iran's nuclear program - just start a mini-war between Israel and anyone. Iran has succeeded in re-focusing the world media on Israel's destruction of innocent civilians, while it continues to enrich its uranium and defy the United Nations.
The United Nations, of course, is useless. It can no more stop Iran's enrichment program, than it prevented Hezbollah from taking control of Southern Lebanon during the last 28 years of so-called monitoring. The current drum-beating by the U.N. over the Israel-Lebanon battle is almost irrelevant. In the end, the United States will have to do whatever gets done. If there is not sufficient determination among the people, then government can do very little, and the Islamic fanatics will continue to spread their terror and influence.
If Americans will consider what is at stake, and muster the same degree of determination that defeated Hitler, and every other challenge, this threat to freedom can also be defeated. Make no mistake: this threat must be defeated. Cease-fires, negotiations, and endless U.N. Resolutions only postpone the inevitable. This enemy must be defeated. Anything less than a sweeping, total victory only kicks the can down the road, for another administration, or another generation to confront."
For further thoughts on the tough and unpleasant choices we must face in this long war, here's a good column from Vodkapundit, with a money quote:
Vodkapundit
"The question still remains for us: how do we fight? We don't want to stoop to the enemy's barbarism, but it's even less palatable to consider acquiescing to that very same barbarism. They must be defeated, but how, and at what cost, both to us or to innocents in between? In the end, I'm afraid the answer is still the terrible one: unwillingly harming innocents in the crossfire is still preferrable to surrender--especially when surrender means subjugation at best and annihilation at worst."
Do We Have The Will To Win?
By Henry Lamb
August 4, 2006
"Whether we like it or not, we are at war. And we are not prepared. There's plenty of bombs and bullets in our arsenals, and there's plenty of high-priced, technology-driven machinery. But the most important ingredient for victory is sadly lacking - the will to win. Far too many Americans still deny that the United States is under attack. Far too many Americans would rather believe that the problems in the Middle East, Iran, Afghanistan, Somalia, and elsewhere, are the result of U.S. foreign policy, rather than the result of an emboldened enemy dedicated to our destruction.
Hezbollah, Hamas, the Taliban, Al Qeada, and countless other groups of Islamic fanatics share one goal: to kill the infidels who stand between them and Islamic rule. What the enemy lacks in armaments, is more than compensated for by their dedication and determination. They are prepared to use any weapon, any tactic, any means whatever, to inflict damage on the United States, and its allies. They have no reluctance at all to explode innocent women and children, even their own, if it will gain some public relations advantage. And they are good at what they do.
Far too many Americans, on the other hand, are more concerned about "getting out of Iraq," than recognizing that we are at war. Sensitive to approaching elections, politicians are torn between getting re-elected, and defending the country. The enemy knows us well and is exploiting the U.S. anti-war sentiment by filling the TV screens with the horrors of war.
The war that is now underway has been boiling for decades. Years of "opening shots" were ignored, or met with ridiculously unimpressive responses, until September 11. Even then, the anti-war crowd organized more quickly than did the forces for defense. This war will not end with a cease-fire in Lebanon, nor even a victory in Iraq. There will be no victory in the war until the Islamic fanatics are sent to meet their "virgins," or are driven back into their caves, cut off from their funding and access to the media.
This task will be far more difficult than has been imagined. The governments of Iran and Syria will have to be replaced - one way or another. Scores of terrorist organizations and cells will have to be identified and destroyed, some in countries not yet identified. This effort will take years, not months. It will take a determination not yet acquired by the majority of Americans.
Anti-war talking heads are beginning to say that the Iraqi conflict will soon be longer than World War II - with little or no indication that victory is near. Had America gone into Iraq with the same determination that launched its entry into World War II, The fighting might well be over, but the casualties - on both sides - would be substantially higher, and the land would be laid bare. Israel appears to be sufficiently determined to crush Hezbollah that it is not restrained by the fear of collateral damage. But much of the world condemns Israel for "disproportionate" response, and overlooks the fact that Hezbollah invaded Israel, killed her citizens, and kidnapped her soldiers, in an attack that mirrored an earlier attack by Hamas on the Gaza border.
Does anyone seriously think that these two events were spontaneous, in view of the pending U.N. Resolution calling on Iran to stop its nuclear enrichment program? What a masterful way to redirect the world media from Iran's nuclear program - just start a mini-war between Israel and anyone. Iran has succeeded in re-focusing the world media on Israel's destruction of innocent civilians, while it continues to enrich its uranium and defy the United Nations.
The United Nations, of course, is useless. It can no more stop Iran's enrichment program, than it prevented Hezbollah from taking control of Southern Lebanon during the last 28 years of so-called monitoring. The current drum-beating by the U.N. over the Israel-Lebanon battle is almost irrelevant. In the end, the United States will have to do whatever gets done. If there is not sufficient determination among the people, then government can do very little, and the Islamic fanatics will continue to spread their terror and influence.
If Americans will consider what is at stake, and muster the same degree of determination that defeated Hitler, and every other challenge, this threat to freedom can also be defeated. Make no mistake: this threat must be defeated. Cease-fires, negotiations, and endless U.N. Resolutions only postpone the inevitable. This enemy must be defeated. Anything less than a sweeping, total victory only kicks the can down the road, for another administration, or another generation to confront."
For further thoughts on the tough and unpleasant choices we must face in this long war, here's a good column from Vodkapundit, with a money quote:
Vodkapundit
"The question still remains for us: how do we fight? We don't want to stoop to the enemy's barbarism, but it's even less palatable to consider acquiescing to that very same barbarism. They must be defeated, but how, and at what cost, both to us or to innocents in between? In the end, I'm afraid the answer is still the terrible one: unwillingly harming innocents in the crossfire is still preferrable to surrender--especially when surrender means subjugation at best and annihilation at worst."
Friday, August 4, 2006
I Feel Like a Nomad...Wondering Where Home Might Be
The last few days have brought some interesting revelations and thoughts, and it started last Saturday when I went to my friend/co-worker's housewarming party at her new house that she and her soon-to-be fiancee just bought. Those two crazy kids seem to love each other and are doing well. It is a nice house, good neighborhood, awesome pool, it even has a movie room so good that if I lived there, I might never go to the theater again. Then this evening I went out with my friend Leigh and her boyfriend Dave for dinner and drinks, had a blast. This was my first time meeting Dave, and what can I say, I was impressed, and that doesn't happen often. There are far too few good, solid, and honorable men in this world as it is, so for one of my best friends to end up madly in love with such a guy and he with her, that's good stuff right there. So then I come home from dinner and check my e-mail and myspace to find another friend (maybe former friend, who knows at this point) went and got...MARRIED and didn't even tell me.
Just the way my mind works, maybe it's the lawyer in me, I always look for patterns in things, in life, whatever, try to discern meaning if any is there. All the folks I talked about just now are happy, they are in a good place and they're loved. I think the common thread in all three situations is that these people have found a situation where they truly belong, that feels like home to them...a place where they can settle in and be secure in dealing with whatever life throws their way and in chasing their dreams with all their might.
That's what has been missing with me, literally my whole life. Thinking back even to my childhood, I can't recall a single place, physical location or relationship, where I really fit in, where I felt like I belonged. I have always been too much of something or not enough of something else, the always square peg to many different round holes. Sports, school, friends, romance, even family, you name it, that's me. Moving around a lot geographically, not having any real roots to speak of, and having lots of goals and ambition from a young age probably didn't help much. It's difficult to explain to people, and maybe I am even sucking at trying to explain it right now, but going through life feeling merely tolerated and respected yet never as if you truly belong gets very hollow after a while.
On account of my faith, I certainly believe in God and His plan, and I certainly feel like I have been put here and likewise have been placed in the paths/lives of others for a reason and a season, but I don't think that's the same as belonging. I shouldn't really complain a whole bunch because, by any measurable worldly standard, my life is fine, better than fine even. Too bad fine doesn't cover human emotions or fill in the empty spots in my heart that I try desperately to ignore most of the time. This usually works until I have quiet time of some length, just me and my thoughts, usually before bed at night or on long drives on the interstate. But it's then, those times when it's just me, that's when the void of belonging in my life becomes most obvious and prominent.
I'm not saying my friends don't love me, because I surely believe they do, and ditto for my family, as jacked up as they sometimes are. For starters though, I think I might even settle temporarily for a job where I feel some sense of purpose, as if I truly belong there, just so I get used to the feeling and how great I'm sure it will be when my personal life finally catches up. I really believe my sense of belonging is somewhere out there, a fulfilling professional life, a place I can settle in and call home, and someone to love like crazy, the way my friends in this post are in love. As hard as it sometimes is, all I can do now is try to enjoy the journey as best I can until my time comes for these things to arrive, and trust God that they will.
Just the way my mind works, maybe it's the lawyer in me, I always look for patterns in things, in life, whatever, try to discern meaning if any is there. All the folks I talked about just now are happy, they are in a good place and they're loved. I think the common thread in all three situations is that these people have found a situation where they truly belong, that feels like home to them...a place where they can settle in and be secure in dealing with whatever life throws their way and in chasing their dreams with all their might.
That's what has been missing with me, literally my whole life. Thinking back even to my childhood, I can't recall a single place, physical location or relationship, where I really fit in, where I felt like I belonged. I have always been too much of something or not enough of something else, the always square peg to many different round holes. Sports, school, friends, romance, even family, you name it, that's me. Moving around a lot geographically, not having any real roots to speak of, and having lots of goals and ambition from a young age probably didn't help much. It's difficult to explain to people, and maybe I am even sucking at trying to explain it right now, but going through life feeling merely tolerated and respected yet never as if you truly belong gets very hollow after a while.
On account of my faith, I certainly believe in God and His plan, and I certainly feel like I have been put here and likewise have been placed in the paths/lives of others for a reason and a season, but I don't think that's the same as belonging. I shouldn't really complain a whole bunch because, by any measurable worldly standard, my life is fine, better than fine even. Too bad fine doesn't cover human emotions or fill in the empty spots in my heart that I try desperately to ignore most of the time. This usually works until I have quiet time of some length, just me and my thoughts, usually before bed at night or on long drives on the interstate. But it's then, those times when it's just me, that's when the void of belonging in my life becomes most obvious and prominent.
I'm not saying my friends don't love me, because I surely believe they do, and ditto for my family, as jacked up as they sometimes are. For starters though, I think I might even settle temporarily for a job where I feel some sense of purpose, as if I truly belong there, just so I get used to the feeling and how great I'm sure it will be when my personal life finally catches up. I really believe my sense of belonging is somewhere out there, a fulfilling professional life, a place I can settle in and call home, and someone to love like crazy, the way my friends in this post are in love. As hard as it sometimes is, all I can do now is try to enjoy the journey as best I can until my time comes for these things to arrive, and trust God that they will.
Thursday, August 3, 2006
The Ripley Response
Courtesy of Doc Russia, a former Marine and now a doctor, we have a very interesting strategy for dealing with the current crisis in the Middle East. Is it harsh? You bet. Would there be near-universal condemnation if it ever actually happened? Count on it. To my mind, however, it evokes memories of a question Johnny Smith asked his doctor in the original movie production of Stephen King's "The Dead Zone" in the 80s..."If you had the chance to go back in time and kill Hitler, would you do it?" If the answer is yes, then you should be on board here, as I am.
That's where we are now with Iran, whose President is no less crazy and no less set on the extermination of Israel and the rest of civilization as we know it. The only difference is Iran's leader wishes to see a global Islamic caliphate, while Hitler wanted an Aryan world order. This is where we are right now, because Iran doesn't yet have a nuclear weapon or the capability to inflict massive global harm. They are also the primary supporters of just about every Muslim terrorist group in the Middle East, so the only remaining question now is whether we kill them now, or let them gather strength for a clash of civilizations against a nuclear armed enemy, with the fate of civilization in the balance.
"The simple fact of the matter is that Muslims are out to destroy Western civilization. I intentionally didn't say "extremist Muslims are out to destroy western civilization" because that is a mythical group. Extremist Muslims are like extremist Christians, only with reversed ratios. ...
Want proof? Well, despite what Mel Gibson may say, the fact of the matter is that almost all of the religiously rooted violence in the world is taking place between Muslims, and fill-in-the-blanks. Muslims and Christians fighting in Bosnia. Muslims and Jews fighting in and around Israel. Muslims and Hindus fighting in Kashmir. There is also Muslim-spawned violence going on in Africa, Malaysia, France, the Netherlands, and other areas. Additionally, I cannot think of a single area where Christians and Jews are fighting, Or Hindus and Christians are fighting, or Seikhs and Jews are fighting, or where anybody else is fighting for religious reasons that does not have Muslims as part of the mix. ...
In the end, the killing of civilians either by accident or design is viewed quite differently depending upon who is the actor. As such, we are not winnning the hearts and minds by sparing civilians. We are in the impossible situation of being expected to avoid civilian casualties while still being chastised as morally inferior to the terrorists because they are fighting for "root causes." There is no way that a society so terminally entrenched will ever change their mind. So, as CPL Keeney used to say, "since they won't let us win their hearts and minds, it's time to burn their fuc*ing village down."
So, my dear readers, I am advocating the implementation of what I call the 'Ripley Strategy.' The 'Ripley Strategy' is named for the "Ripley" character played by Sigourney Weaver in the movie 'Aliens.' Ripley is interrogated, given her prior experience with the Aliens, as to what she thinks the best course of action is. Her response is the most pure of American simplicity:
"Nuke it from orbit; it's the only way to be sure".
NUKE IRAN. No UN Security Council, no mulit-bi-uni-lateral talks, no threats, no negotiating. Iran is the prime mover behind Muslim terrorists, and Muslim terrorists are the prime causes of violence on this planet in our day, so I say that we Nuke Iran first, and then instead of our usual policy of asking permission, we instead ask for forgiveness for making Lake Tehran with it's radioactive glass shores. ...
We really need to stick to what GWB said after 9-11. We really need to make no distinction between the terrorist organizations, and the countries that support them. Hezbollah attacked Israel. Hezbollah is allowed in Lebanon, ergo; Lebanon attacked Israel. Hezbollah killed 241 Marines in Beirut, Hezbollah is allowed in Lebanon. Therefore, Lebanon killed 241 Marines. There ain't no statute of limitations on murder, and I say that it's time we avenged those Marines, long past time for that, in fact. We still have the right, on behalf of those Marines, to demand that Lebanon dismantle and outlaw Hezbollah, or, on behalf of those Marines, we have the right to nuke them from orbit. (emphasis mine --Ed.)
We are past the time for half-measures. Nuke 'em from orbit; it's the only way to be sure."
That's where we are now with Iran, whose President is no less crazy and no less set on the extermination of Israel and the rest of civilization as we know it. The only difference is Iran's leader wishes to see a global Islamic caliphate, while Hitler wanted an Aryan world order. This is where we are right now, because Iran doesn't yet have a nuclear weapon or the capability to inflict massive global harm. They are also the primary supporters of just about every Muslim terrorist group in the Middle East, so the only remaining question now is whether we kill them now, or let them gather strength for a clash of civilizations against a nuclear armed enemy, with the fate of civilization in the balance.
"The simple fact of the matter is that Muslims are out to destroy Western civilization. I intentionally didn't say "extremist Muslims are out to destroy western civilization" because that is a mythical group. Extremist Muslims are like extremist Christians, only with reversed ratios. ...
Want proof? Well, despite what Mel Gibson may say, the fact of the matter is that almost all of the religiously rooted violence in the world is taking place between Muslims, and fill-in-the-blanks. Muslims and Christians fighting in Bosnia. Muslims and Jews fighting in and around Israel. Muslims and Hindus fighting in Kashmir. There is also Muslim-spawned violence going on in Africa, Malaysia, France, the Netherlands, and other areas. Additionally, I cannot think of a single area where Christians and Jews are fighting, Or Hindus and Christians are fighting, or Seikhs and Jews are fighting, or where anybody else is fighting for religious reasons that does not have Muslims as part of the mix. ...
In the end, the killing of civilians either by accident or design is viewed quite differently depending upon who is the actor. As such, we are not winnning the hearts and minds by sparing civilians. We are in the impossible situation of being expected to avoid civilian casualties while still being chastised as morally inferior to the terrorists because they are fighting for "root causes." There is no way that a society so terminally entrenched will ever change their mind. So, as CPL Keeney used to say, "since they won't let us win their hearts and minds, it's time to burn their fuc*ing village down."
So, my dear readers, I am advocating the implementation of what I call the 'Ripley Strategy.' The 'Ripley Strategy' is named for the "Ripley" character played by Sigourney Weaver in the movie 'Aliens.' Ripley is interrogated, given her prior experience with the Aliens, as to what she thinks the best course of action is. Her response is the most pure of American simplicity:
"Nuke it from orbit; it's the only way to be sure".
NUKE IRAN. No UN Security Council, no mulit-bi-uni-lateral talks, no threats, no negotiating. Iran is the prime mover behind Muslim terrorists, and Muslim terrorists are the prime causes of violence on this planet in our day, so I say that we Nuke Iran first, and then instead of our usual policy of asking permission, we instead ask for forgiveness for making Lake Tehran with it's radioactive glass shores. ...
We really need to stick to what GWB said after 9-11. We really need to make no distinction between the terrorist organizations, and the countries that support them. Hezbollah attacked Israel. Hezbollah is allowed in Lebanon, ergo; Lebanon attacked Israel. Hezbollah killed 241 Marines in Beirut, Hezbollah is allowed in Lebanon. Therefore, Lebanon killed 241 Marines. There ain't no statute of limitations on murder, and I say that it's time we avenged those Marines, long past time for that, in fact. We still have the right, on behalf of those Marines, to demand that Lebanon dismantle and outlaw Hezbollah, or, on behalf of those Marines, we have the right to nuke them from orbit. (emphasis mine --Ed.)
We are past the time for half-measures. Nuke 'em from orbit; it's the only way to be sure."
Wednesday, August 2, 2006
Ever Wake Up Sometimes Wishing You Hadn't?
I don't mean this in the "life sucks" way, it's just that I have some dreams that are so intense and so powerful (some good, others scary), that when they are good, I find myself wishing I hadn't awakened, that I could just sleep and stay there a little longer, even if it isn't real.
The most frequent of these good dreams have to do with sports, oddly enough. In my awake, real-life world, I know I miss sports, competition, the field of battle, and the guys. Most of the time I deal with it fairly well, but sometimes, man, it literally hurts I miss it so bad. It isn't any one thing either, but it's a whole package of things, small ones for the most part...psyching yourself up before going onto the wrestling mat for a match, that deep breath and focus just before bearing down to strike out a tough hitter, or stepping it off, three steps straight back, three to the side, one last look at the goalposts and a nod to the holder to let him know you're ready for the snap just before kicking a field goal.
The dream I have had the most often since the end of my varsity sports days centers around football. I find myself getting off the bus and carrying my shoulder pads and helmet to the locker room outside the field. The only difference is, it's ME there, the me of now, knowing everything I know about life, myself, and most of all, how much I miss the game...only, no one else knows this. So I take it all in, slowly, just as I would if I really had it to do over again. Our school mascot was the Tigers, so, of course the press box played "Eye of the Tiger" before every game. I hear the first few chords of that famous song by Survivor, and my pulse quickens. The trainer helps me on with my pads and jersey, I walk around slapping shoulder pads with my teammates, telling them "Let's go boys!", then we walk out, captains (myself included) in the lead. Walking out through the gate, we slap hands with the crowd and students, the music rising, we work ourselves into a frenzy behind the paper banner built by the cheerleaders...and just as the last chorus of "Eye of the Tiger" hits, we burst through the paper to raucous cheers, yelling like wild men, sprinting to the sidelines, helmets lifted to the crowd in appreciation.
Then, dead silence. The team huddles on the sideline and we recite the Lord's Prayer, and ask for Him to watch over us, protect us from injury, and forgive us our sins. Then we spread out along the sideline, helmets in left hand behind the back, right hand over our hearts as the National Anthem plays, and it gives me chills, a lump in my throat, but it's different, deeper, more meaningful. This Chris knows about 9/11 and the aftermath, the valor of the soldiers who fight for the flag and our country, and that a quiet young man who is a teammate on the field with me this very night will die nine years later in the mountains of Afghanistan so football games like this one can continue take place. We win the toss and defer to the second half, meaning our team is kicking off. I was/am an All-Region and All-State Honorable Mention as a kicker and punter (also play(ed) wide receiver) so I pull on my helmet and lead the cheer, "Tigers! clap, clap Tigers! clap, clap yeeeaaaaahhhhh Tigers!!...and the kickoff team becomes a mob scene, then dashes onto the field, where we line up eleven strong.
As I step off my steps (seven back and seven to the side for kickoffs), I pause...breathe in the crisp autumn air, glance at the crowd, take a look at my teammates, all of us poised and ready for battle. For the next 60 minutes, all is right with the world and nothing else outside those sidelines matters...not my grandfather, my hero, strong, proud, in the stands cheering for me, who will be dead my sophomore year of college of a broken heart of his own from the death of my granny; not my stepdad, also in the stands, who was a wonderful male role model to me growing up, but who will finally have all he can stand of my biomom and leave her less than a year later to start a new family with a wife who loves him; and certainly not my own badly bruised heart, pounding in my chest, which sometimes feels 62 rather than 26.
Suddenly, reality snaps me back to consciousness in the form of the referee's whistle. I raise my arm, and then drop it to signal my teammates to begin the sprint downfield, and I kick the ball high, deep, hanging, and then we unleash hell. Grunts, sprinting bodies at kamikaze speeds hurtling downfield, the cracking of helmets and shoulder pads, and the crunch of a solid tackle as I hit the returner and save a touchdown. The dream isn't always exactly the same, sometimes we win, others we lose, but it always ends with me walking off the field, taking it all in, perfectly content...and then I wake up.
Although I have a pang of sadness because I realize it was a dream, I am thankful because God allowed me to have the experience at all, both in real life the first go-round and in my dreams now. It's things like this, these dreams, that lead me to believe there is more to life than this bag of bones and the mortal coil. Even though my playing days are done, I truly believe my heavenly father knows how much this experience(s) meant to me then and how much more it means to me now...and even if I only get to visit that place in my dreams now and only occasionally, I still get to go. What a wonderful gift that is...thanks Dad :).
The most frequent of these good dreams have to do with sports, oddly enough. In my awake, real-life world, I know I miss sports, competition, the field of battle, and the guys. Most of the time I deal with it fairly well, but sometimes, man, it literally hurts I miss it so bad. It isn't any one thing either, but it's a whole package of things, small ones for the most part...psyching yourself up before going onto the wrestling mat for a match, that deep breath and focus just before bearing down to strike out a tough hitter, or stepping it off, three steps straight back, three to the side, one last look at the goalposts and a nod to the holder to let him know you're ready for the snap just before kicking a field goal.
The dream I have had the most often since the end of my varsity sports days centers around football. I find myself getting off the bus and carrying my shoulder pads and helmet to the locker room outside the field. The only difference is, it's ME there, the me of now, knowing everything I know about life, myself, and most of all, how much I miss the game...only, no one else knows this. So I take it all in, slowly, just as I would if I really had it to do over again. Our school mascot was the Tigers, so, of course the press box played "Eye of the Tiger" before every game. I hear the first few chords of that famous song by Survivor, and my pulse quickens. The trainer helps me on with my pads and jersey, I walk around slapping shoulder pads with my teammates, telling them "Let's go boys!", then we walk out, captains (myself included) in the lead. Walking out through the gate, we slap hands with the crowd and students, the music rising, we work ourselves into a frenzy behind the paper banner built by the cheerleaders...and just as the last chorus of "Eye of the Tiger" hits, we burst through the paper to raucous cheers, yelling like wild men, sprinting to the sidelines, helmets lifted to the crowd in appreciation.
Then, dead silence. The team huddles on the sideline and we recite the Lord's Prayer, and ask for Him to watch over us, protect us from injury, and forgive us our sins. Then we spread out along the sideline, helmets in left hand behind the back, right hand over our hearts as the National Anthem plays, and it gives me chills, a lump in my throat, but it's different, deeper, more meaningful. This Chris knows about 9/11 and the aftermath, the valor of the soldiers who fight for the flag and our country, and that a quiet young man who is a teammate on the field with me this very night will die nine years later in the mountains of Afghanistan so football games like this one can continue take place. We win the toss and defer to the second half, meaning our team is kicking off. I was/am an All-Region and All-State Honorable Mention as a kicker and punter (also play(ed) wide receiver) so I pull on my helmet and lead the cheer, "Tigers! clap, clap Tigers! clap, clap yeeeaaaaahhhhh Tigers!!...and the kickoff team becomes a mob scene, then dashes onto the field, where we line up eleven strong.
As I step off my steps (seven back and seven to the side for kickoffs), I pause...breathe in the crisp autumn air, glance at the crowd, take a look at my teammates, all of us poised and ready for battle. For the next 60 minutes, all is right with the world and nothing else outside those sidelines matters...not my grandfather, my hero, strong, proud, in the stands cheering for me, who will be dead my sophomore year of college of a broken heart of his own from the death of my granny; not my stepdad, also in the stands, who was a wonderful male role model to me growing up, but who will finally have all he can stand of my biomom and leave her less than a year later to start a new family with a wife who loves him; and certainly not my own badly bruised heart, pounding in my chest, which sometimes feels 62 rather than 26.
Suddenly, reality snaps me back to consciousness in the form of the referee's whistle. I raise my arm, and then drop it to signal my teammates to begin the sprint downfield, and I kick the ball high, deep, hanging, and then we unleash hell. Grunts, sprinting bodies at kamikaze speeds hurtling downfield, the cracking of helmets and shoulder pads, and the crunch of a solid tackle as I hit the returner and save a touchdown. The dream isn't always exactly the same, sometimes we win, others we lose, but it always ends with me walking off the field, taking it all in, perfectly content...and then I wake up.
Although I have a pang of sadness because I realize it was a dream, I am thankful because God allowed me to have the experience at all, both in real life the first go-round and in my dreams now. It's things like this, these dreams, that lead me to believe there is more to life than this bag of bones and the mortal coil. Even though my playing days are done, I truly believe my heavenly father knows how much this experience(s) meant to me then and how much more it means to me now...and even if I only get to visit that place in my dreams now and only occasionally, I still get to go. What a wonderful gift that is...thanks Dad :).
Tuesday, August 1, 2006
But of Course I'd Love to Pay for Terrorist Suspects' Lawyers
This is something you won't hear about in the terrorist-enabling, Islamofascist-sympathizing drive by mainstream media. The Landmark Legal Foundation obtained, via FOIA (Freedom of Information Act) requests, records detailing the many attacks, assaults, and other disgusting acts perpetrated by the "innocent" inmates and Guantanamo Bay. These are, by the way, terrorists, foreign nationals captured on the battlefield taking part in violent war upon the United States.
From LLF Chairman Mark Levin:
"Lawyers for the detainees have done a great job painting their clients as innocent victims of U.S. abuse when the fact is that these detainees, as a group, are barbaric and extremely dangerous," Landmark President Mark Levin said. "They are using their terrorist training on the battlefield to abuse our guards and manipulate our Congress and our court system."
From the reports re: these attacks, we see:
1.) The prisoners held at Guantanamo Bay during the war on terror have attacked their military guards hundreds of times, turning broken toilet parts, utensils, radios and even a bloody lizard tail into makeshift weapons, Pentagon reports say.
Incident reports reviewed by The Associated Press indicate Military Police guards are routinely head-butted, spat upon and doused by "cocktails" of feces, urine, vomit and sperm collected in meal cups by the prisoners.
They've been repeatedly grabbed, punched or assaulted by prisoners who reach through the small "bean holes" used to deliver food and blankets through cell doors, the reports say. ...AND
2.) Female guards are routinely called "bitches" or harassed by references to their breasts or genitalia, the reports said. In all, nearly a quarter of incidents involved female guards, the reports show. "They absolutely target female guards," Nicolucci said. "They have a lot of cultural biases about females, and we let them know in our culture that females do everything males do in a professional job environment, and we just hold firm."
But seriously, Supreme Court, let's give these animals access to taxpayer-funded civilian lawyers and federal courts, just the same as every U.S. citizen is allowed. And let's give them "ethnically sensitive food" (paid for, in part, by the tax dollars of the guards charged with tending to these violent prisoners) while our own soldiers eat crap from the mess hall or have to buy food from Burger King. Finally, let's believe every word these jihadists have to say when it comes to alleged "abuses" at the hands of American personnel and assume our own soldiers, citizens fighting to protect our freedom from these animals, are guilty until proven innocent.
Hat Tip to Michelle Malkin, who says it best: "Yep. The enemy orchestrates mass suicide stunts to play the victim card and inflame its followers. We respond with...more self-flagellation. Do you find yourself muttering "we're screwed" under your breath 10 times a day, too?"
From LLF Chairman Mark Levin:
"Lawyers for the detainees have done a great job painting their clients as innocent victims of U.S. abuse when the fact is that these detainees, as a group, are barbaric and extremely dangerous," Landmark President Mark Levin said. "They are using their terrorist training on the battlefield to abuse our guards and manipulate our Congress and our court system."
From the reports re: these attacks, we see:
1.) The prisoners held at Guantanamo Bay during the war on terror have attacked their military guards hundreds of times, turning broken toilet parts, utensils, radios and even a bloody lizard tail into makeshift weapons, Pentagon reports say.
Incident reports reviewed by The Associated Press indicate Military Police guards are routinely head-butted, spat upon and doused by "cocktails" of feces, urine, vomit and sperm collected in meal cups by the prisoners.
They've been repeatedly grabbed, punched or assaulted by prisoners who reach through the small "bean holes" used to deliver food and blankets through cell doors, the reports say. ...AND
2.) Female guards are routinely called "bitches" or harassed by references to their breasts or genitalia, the reports said. In all, nearly a quarter of incidents involved female guards, the reports show. "They absolutely target female guards," Nicolucci said. "They have a lot of cultural biases about females, and we let them know in our culture that females do everything males do in a professional job environment, and we just hold firm."
But seriously, Supreme Court, let's give these animals access to taxpayer-funded civilian lawyers and federal courts, just the same as every U.S. citizen is allowed. And let's give them "ethnically sensitive food" (paid for, in part, by the tax dollars of the guards charged with tending to these violent prisoners) while our own soldiers eat crap from the mess hall or have to buy food from Burger King. Finally, let's believe every word these jihadists have to say when it comes to alleged "abuses" at the hands of American personnel and assume our own soldiers, citizens fighting to protect our freedom from these animals, are guilty until proven innocent.
Hat Tip to Michelle Malkin, who says it best: "Yep. The enemy orchestrates mass suicide stunts to play the victim card and inflame its followers. We respond with...more self-flagellation. Do you find yourself muttering "we're screwed" under your breath 10 times a day, too?"
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