Uu-ah Supremes

The Supreme Court affirmed that all Americans have the fundamental right under the Second Amendment to bear arms. But since it was a 5-4 decision, it is clear that the four are determined to deny Americans of one of their rights. Any one need to guess as to the political persuasion of the four?

Presidential Class Act

Courtesy of Real Clear Politics, there is a video of Pres. Obama expressing himself in classic Chicago thug rhetoric.

"I don't sit around just talking to experts because this is a college seminar, we talk to these folks because they potentially have the best answers, so I know whose ass to kick."

I suspect Obama is quite comfortable with this type of language and sentiment.

If it were not for the Internet and talk radio, we’d never know about this statement because the main stream media won’t tell you. In this case, thanks Real Clear Politics and Drudge.

Truth be told, many of us might make such a statement. Then again, none of us is president, and the world is watching and listening.

Impressive president. No? Could the president possibly wait to use such language publicly until he is just citizen Obama again?

Link in this Blog:
Real Clear Politics Video-Obama “ass to kick”

Clear Thinkers Needed

National radio talk show host, lecturer & educator Dennis Prager recently spoke at the University of Denver along with Sarah Palin and Hugh Hewitt. At this link is Dennis’ question and answer segment of the program.

In a few short minutes, Dennis defines and clarifies the root of the problems facing the United States of America. If you guessed it is Obama, you’d be wrong. It is, however, why we now have this president.

Clear thinkers are in short supply. Check-out Dennis, and share his wisdom with others. This nation needs clarity.

Hugh Hewitt is also a squared away national radio talk show host, lecturer and Constitutional attorney.

Link in this Blog:
Dennis Prager Q&A University of Denver 5/23/10

Sixty-Six Years Later, Jews Back to Germany

On D-Day sixty-six years ago, the Allies bled and died on beaches dubbed Omaha, Juno, Sword, Utah and Gold.

Gen. Dwight Eisenhower’s message to the troops just prior to the invasion stated in part,

“In company with our brave Allies and brothers in arms on other fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the German war machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed peoples of Europe, and security for ourselves in a free world.”

WWII veteran Arthur Seltzer knows what happened on Omaha Beach, he was there and waded ashore.

"It was a mess, a bloody, gory mess."

"You saw sights you never want to see again."

Subsequently, famed WWII war correspondent Ernie Pyle wrote these words,

“I took a walk along the historic coast of Normandy in the country of France.”

“It was a lovely day for strolling along the seashore. Men were sleeping on the sand, some of them sleeping forever. Men were floating in the water, but they didn’t know that they were in the water for they were dead.”

The Germans were not just bent on the subjugation of Europe. They and their cohorts proactively attempted to exterminate with the “Final Solution” a segment of the population deemed unfit to reside on earth.

Seltzer knows about the extermination because on April 29, 1945 he was at Dachau when the chains were cut off the gate.

“…Seltzer and other liberators were among the first Americans to witness unimaginable abominations: walking skeletons, piles of emaciated bodies,and crematoriums filled with the ashes of human remains.”

A significant consequence at the end of WWII was the establishment of a contemporaneous Jewish homeland in a land inhabited by their ancestors for thousands of years. In truth, the majority of the post WWII world did not support the establishment of the State of Israel. Rather, Israel was the evolution of a British protectorate, an outcome of a convenient way to handle resettlement of a people not wanted elsewhere.

Charles Krauthammer wrote in Those Troublesome Jews,

“The world is outraged at Israel's blockade of Gaza. Turkey denounces its illegality, inhumanity, barbarity, etc. The usual U.N. suspects, Third World and European, join in. The Obama administration dithers.”

After accurately reviewing historic Israeli options concerning people determined to destroy the Jewish state, Krauthammer describes a world morality turned topsy-turvy. He concludes with,

“The world is tired of these troublesome Jews, 6 million -- that number again -- hard by the Mediterranean, refusing every invitation to national suicide. For which they are relentlessly demonized, ghettoized and constrained from defending themselves, even as the more committed anti-Zionists -- Iranian in particular -- openly prepare a more final solution.”

As Krauthammer states, the Obama administration is dithering. But not just dithering. Pres. Obama is making nice with the likes of Helen Thomas, a liberal White House journalist of Lebanese extraction. Thomas is not just some curmudgeon past her prime. She is a hater advocating sending Jews back to Germany and Poland. Of course, she now disavows her statement, but there is no doubt that she spoke her true heart’s desire in an unguarded moment. After Thomas’ hate rant, Drudge ran an undated photo of Pres. Obama with his arm around Thomas.

So, on the sixty-sixth anniversary of D-Day, I not only think of those who perished, were wounded or survived the invasion. I think about all those people who voted for the presidential candidate of “change.” I didn’t vote for him because I didn’t think that he is trustworthy. Even so, I had no idea that he’d dare change long standing U.S. foreign policy and support those clamoring for Israel’s destruction and the extinction of Jewry.

Character counts and since most Americans genuinely want what is best for the country and world, it seems that the majority voters misjudged their choice for president. For those for whom it is applicable, join me and stand up for traditional American values at the next opportunity to vote on our national representatives. The alternative is to allow our president to cozy with those who would send “Jews back to Germany and Poland” or worse.

If Thomas were to receive her wish, perhaps when the Jews get back to Europe they will visit the beaches of France and thank the departed and the few remaining survivors for their efforts now squandered. I wonder what choice words Seltzer might have for Thomas.

Ernie Pyle was sickened by what he saw on the beaches of Normandy. I am sickened by the un-American values that I see in the White House and the White House Press Corps. The horror that is likely to flow as a result of the Obama way of doing business will make D-Day look tame.

Links in this Blog:
General Eisenhower’s Message Sent Just Prior to the Invasion

Seltzer-Veteran to retrace path that led to D-Day horrors

Pyle-The horrible waste of war

Krauthammer-Those troublesome Jews

Helen Thomas Tells Jews ‘Get the Hell Out of Palestine’ and Go Back to Germany & Poland

Drudge Photo of Helen Thomas and Pres Obama

Cpl. Brown Dog, U.S.M.C.

Circulating on the Internet is a story of a dog, destined to be slaughtered for food, who ultimately wins the hearts of U.S. Marines. The author of the piece is Cpl. Charles Patrick Dugan, U.S.M.C. You can read about Dugan at this link. The story of this dog is a good read.

The year was 1966 and I was a newly assigned machine gunner in an infantry unit that was protecting a high mountain pass that was between Da Nang and Phu Bai, Vietnam. The pass is called Hai Van Pass, which means Place of the Clouds. It is located 30 km north of Da Nang. The Marine Corps name of the hill that my unit was on was Hill 724. It was a dangerous and treacherous area that was of high strategic value.

There was only one narrow highway that wound up steep cliffs (Highway 1)that reached the peak at Hai Van. At the base of the hill was a small village called Namo. My story starts in that village. On a patrol through the village, my squad noticed a small wooden cage outside of a hooch.

We were new to Vietnam and unaware of the customs of the people. Wewere always alert for booby traps and we moved closer to the cage. Inside the cage was a small, brown puppy that brightened up when he saw us approach his cage. He began wagging his tail and wanting to be held. It was love at first sight for all of us.

Don't tell anybody, but most Marines are real softies when it comes to animals. The owner of the hooch came out and I decided to offer to buy his puppy. I just didn't like his living conditions. The old villager started his trying to up the price and after much debate, he decided on a price. He then pulled out a sharp knife and proceeded to open the cage.

All of us were shocked that he pulled a knife out and we all raised our weapons to him. He looked very frightened and assured us that he meant us no harm. He explained in gestures that he was just going to prepare the dog for us. We were confused and then he made the motion of drawing his knife across his neck to tell us that he was going to kill the dog and dress it out for us to Chop-Chop. I can only tellyou that the anger level went up 100 notches at that suggestion. We then realized that the dog was being raised to eat by the villager.

I unbuttoned my flak jacket and reached in and took the dog from his hands. I threw the money on the ground and placed the pup next to my heart so I could carry him up the long torturous climb back to our base camp.

The first event that happened was all of us knew that it was going to be a challenge to get our superiors to allow us to keep him. It was a miserable walk back to our hill. Our fears were baseless because we had a wonderful Captain, named Capt. Silva, and he allowed us to keep the puppy as a mascot. We loved him before, but we really lovedthe Captain after that.

Next we had the heated debate on what the dogs name should be. It was not an easy process since marines are very bull-headed and strong willed. After much serious and highly intelligent discussion we arrived at the unique name of Brown Dog. You have to know Marines to appreciate this.

Brown Dog was the darling of the hill and only one Marine hated him and that was OK, because we all hated him too. We all decided that if Brown Dog didn't like him that there had to be a damn good reason. Later he proved to be a coward in combat and was removed from our hill before he had an Accident.

Brown Dog was very happy that he left. I lost a stripe because I caught this guy kicking at Brown Dog and I explained to him not to do that again. I explained a little too harsh and the 1st Sgt. explained to me the error of my ways.

Brown Dog had a ritual of his life on the hill. At night we were in bunkers staring out into a dark, fog filled jungle. We were issued Seismic Listening Devices which consisted of probes planted in the ground in front of our bunkers. We had a smallconsole inside that had earphones. We could hear footsteps approaching or animals moving. We got pretty good with the device. Brown Dog would make the perimeter of our positions and visit every bunker to check on His marines. He was always awelcome visitor and he spent all of his non patrolling time in his daddys bunker, MINE! He also went on patrols with us and had an intense hatred for the Vietnamese. He would growl and really act up when he would see or smell one.

On April 1, 1967, we were dug in and the fog was pea soup thick that night. I was in the machine gun bunker and we were really spooked. About 3 am Brown dog shot up and went on full alert. I rang the field phone and informed the Command bunker that Brown Dog had alerted. Our Lt., ( Naval Academy IDIOT) advised me to trust my Seismic Device and not a damn dog!

My bunker was the forward bunker and the most vulnerable. I looked at my machine gun crew and whispered that I was going to disobey the Lt.s stupid order. They all nodded as I prepared the pop-up flare to shoot into the sky. I popped the flare and Lo and Behold we had Beaucoup Gooks in the wire! All hell broke loose and it was a very violent battle that night. It was up close and personal fighting and many people on both sides were killed and wounded. Brown Dog was hit by shrapnel but continued to fight the enemy. I saw him attack the leg of a NVA before he was zapped.

The attack failed and for what seemed like an eternity, we waited for the sun to come up. There were dead people in the wire, burning, and moaning out in pain in the darkness. I held Brown Dog in my arms and awaited the medivac helicopters that were coming to help our wounded. I really thought Brown Dog was going to die in my arms.

When the choppers came I handed my baby to the door gunner and asked him to get him medical help and told him that we would all be dead if it wasn't for Brown Dog. Marine to Marine, he gave me his word and I watched the dust-off. My Capt. pulled me aside and told me that he was glad that I never followed orders. He rubbed my head and told me that he was going to call to headquarters and tell them the story and he ASSURED me that Brown Dog was going to get the best of care.

Brown Dog had lost a lot of blood so I really didn't have much hope. The next day we received word that Brown Dog had been taken to Army Vets and they had saved his life. He had over 100 stitches, needed blood and antibiotics but he was going to live.

He was the hero to all of us. He received a canine award for heroism and we promoted him to Cpl. I also got my stripe back much to the chagrin of the Lt.

Cpl. Brown Dog returned to a heros welcome as we had a full formation to welcome him home.

I left the hill June 9th, 1967 and he was in very good hands with the Marines on the hill. I tried to take him home but that was impossible. I really hurt having to leave him on the hill, but I knew the Marines would take excellent care of him.

I have always thought it was so ironic that once he was going to be eaten by the Vietnamese and in turn he caused the death of so damn many of them!

All of my friends still have his picture and we all know that we would not be here today if it were not for a little, mixed breed dog named Brown Dog. He will be in our hearts until we die and a part of our souls forever.

When we assemble for our reunions, we always toast Brown Dog. Rest in peace little Warrior and wait for Your Marines to join you. We will always be Semper Fidelis to you and your memory. A Salute and three cheers for the finest Marine on our hill!

Ooo-Rah Brown Dog!

Cpl. Charles Patrick Dugan 2164539 USMC
Vietnam 1966-1967
Machine Gunner – Infantry

Uu-ah to Cpl. Charles Patrick Dugan and Brown Dog.

Link in this Blog: The Survival of Pat Dugan

Beware, the Brave Sheep’s Work was Expunged

“The men in the ditch pushed forward, trying to reach a low earthen berm for better cover. The Taliban had a line of sight straight down the canal. Rounds snapped a couple of feet away. To the AP reporter, a civilian with no military background, it seemed counterintuitive: running forward, toward the danger. Not back.”

The previous paragraph was written by AP reporter Christopher Torchia while accompanying our troops in the Afghanistan war against the Taliban. Torchia is a Sheep without a doubt, but a brave Sheep. Torchia and an AP photographer risk their lives plying their trade bringing us their observations and photographs.

To Torchia it is “…counterintuitive: running forward toward the danger. Not back.” He described, perhaps unwittingly, the quintessential difference between Sheep and Sheep Dogs, AKA warriors, military and non-military alike. (For those unaware of the concept of Sheep, Wolves and Sheep Dogs, see other pieces posted previously in this blog or consult the work of LTC Dave Grossman.)

I first read Torchia’s article in the print version of my local newspaper. Unfortunately, my newspaper did not post the article on its Internet site. As I do in these circumstances, I went to the Internet to find other postings of the article to provide an Internet link to the readers of this blog.

Often, I discover that the editors of print and online media change the titles and eliminate portions of AP articles. In this case, the first two of three located Internet postings of the article eliminated the sentence, “To the AP reporter, a civilian with no military background, it seemed counterintuitive: running forward, toward the danger. Not back.” They excised one of the only two unique portions of the article. The remaining distinctive sentence is, “The AP reporter, hauling the wounded man’s ammunition belt, was with two or three men who sprinted around a corner, straight into another ambush.”

It must be permissible for a journalist Sheep to assist the military by hauling an ammunition belt. But, it is apparently not ok for the journalist to observe that Sheep fundamentally react differently than Sheep Dogs in the face of danger. Such an observation forces recognition that there are two distinctly different classes of humans. And by extension, there is a requisite admission that survival of the masses requires a violence oriented class of individuals willing to engage in endangering activity for the betterment of mankind. That puts a kink in the leftist anti-military mantra.

Certainly, editors are constricted by space requirements, and must remain cognizant of professional standards and relevance. But, I wonder if personal and/or corporate political and social agenda sometimes plays a significant part in the editorial decision making. If agenda is the case, journalistic work becomes partial commentary and a form of editorial dishonesty accomplished by omission of portions of the journalist’s work product. In essence, the story is changed from what the journalist recounted.

Our freedoms are predicated upon an informed public. As in all things written, let the reader beware.

Link in this Blog:
Caught in the open: a firefight with the Taliban

We Warned You-America Rising

Kudos to the authors of this self-explanatory video.