Perspective From a Retired Marine Sergeant Major:
Too bad we don't have folks on Capitol Hill willing to speak out like this. Pendry is a retired Marine Sergeant Major who writes for Random House. He is eloquent, and as taught by the Marines, he seldom beats around the bush.
Jimmy Carter, you are the father of the Islamic Nazi movement. You threw the Shah under the bus, welcomed the Ayatollah home, and then lacked the spine to confront the terrorists when they took our embassy and our people hostage. You're the runner-in-chief.
Bill Clinton, you played ring around the Lewinsky while the terrorists were at war with us. You got us into a fight with them in Somalia and then you ran from it. Your weak-willed responses to the USS Cole and the First Trade Center Bombing and Our Embassy Bombings emboldened the killers. Each time you failed to respond adequately, they grew bolder, until 9/11/2001.
John Kerry, dishonesty is your most prominent attribute. You lied about American Soldiers in Vietnam. Your military service, like your life, is more fiction than fact. You've accused our military of terrorizing women and children in Iraq. You called Iraq the wrong war, wrong place, wrong time, the same words you used to describe Vietnam. You're a fake. You want to run from Iraq and abandon the Iraqis to murderers just as you did to the Vietnamese. Iraq, like Vietnam, is another war that you were for, before you were against it.
John Murtha, you said our military was broken. You said we can't win militarily in Iraq. You accusedUnited States Marines of cold-blooded murder without proof and said we should redeploy to Okinawa. Okinawa, John? And the Democrats call you their military expert! Are you sure you didn't suffer a traumatic brain injury while you were off building your war hero resume? You're a sad, pitiable, corrupt, and washed up politician. You're not a Marine, sir... You wouldn't amount to a good pimple on a real Marine's butt. You're a phony and a disgrace. Run away, John .
Dick Durbin, you accused our Soldiers at Guantanamo of being Nazis, tenders of Soviet style gulags and as bad as the regime of Pol Pot, who murdered two million of his own people after your party abandonedSoutheast Asia to the Communists. Now you want to abandon the Iraqis to the same fate. History was not a good teacher for you, was it? Lord help us! See Dick run.
Ted Kennedy, for days on end you held poster-sized pictures from Abu Ghraib in front of any available television camera. Al Jazeera quoted you saying that Iraqi's torture chambers were open under new management. Did you see the news, Teddy? The Islamic Nazis demonstrated another beheading for you. If you truly supported our troops, you'd show the world poster-sized pictures of that atrocity and demand the annihilation of it. Your legislation stripping support from the South Vietnamese led to a communist victory there. You're a bloated, drunken fool bent on repeating the same historical blunder that turned freedom-seeking people over to homicidal, genocidal maniacs. To paraphrase John Murtha, all while sitting on your wide, gin-soaked rear-end in Washington.
Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, Carl Levine, Barbara Boxer, Diane Feinstein, Russ Feingold, Hillary Clinton, Pat Leahy, Barack Obama, Chuck Schumer, the Hollywood Leftist morons, et al, ad nauseam: Every time you stand in front of television cameras and broadcast to the Islamic Nazis that we went to war because our President lied, that the war is wrong and our Soldiers are torturers, that we should leave Iraq, you give the Islamic butchers - the same ones that tortured and mutilated American Soldiers - cause to think that we'll run away again, and all they have to do is hang on a little longer. It is inevitable that we, the infidels, will have to defeat the Islamic jihadists. Better to do it now on their turf, than later on ours after they have gained both strength and momentum.
American news media, the New York Times particularly: Each time you publish stories about national defense secrets and our intelligence gathering methods, you become one united with the sub-human pieces of camel dung that torture and mutilate the bodies of American Soldiers. You can't strike up the courage to publish cartoons, but you can help Al Qaeda destroy my country. Actually, you are more dangerous to us than Al Qaeda is. Think about that each time you face Mecca to admire your Pulitzer.
You are America's 'AXIS OF IDIOTS.' Your Collective Stupidity will destroy us. Self-serving politics and terrorist-abetting news scoops are more important to you than our national security or the lives of innocent civilians and Soldiers. It bothers you that defending ourselves gets in the way of your elitist sport of politics and your ignorant editorializing. There is as much blood on your hands as is on the hands of murdering terrorists. Don't ever doubt that. Your frolics will only serve to extend this war as they extended Vietnam. If you want our Soldiers home as you claim, knock off the crap and try supporting your country ahead of supporting your silly political aims and aiding our enemies.
Yes, I'm questioning your patriotism. Your loyalty ends with self. I'm also questioning why you're stealing air that decent Americans could be breathing. You don't deserve the protection of our men and women in uniform. You need to run away from this war, this country. Leave the war to the people who have the will to see it through and the country to people who are willing to defend it.
Our country has two enemies: Those who want to destroy us from the outside and those who attempt it from within.
Semper Fi,
J. D. Pendry - Sergeant Major, USMC, Retired
Thursday, June 11, 2009
THE OBAMA/SANGER KINSHIP...
This is more information on Margaret Sanger the person that Hilary Clinton looks up to with so much respect and honor. She paints this woman out to be some kind of Savor of women. The Video below speaks loudly about the truth of Sanger's real intentions. Eugenics. This is also more proof of the history of Democratic hypocrisy. I hope this wakes people up. Especially Blacks whom have been fooled by the Democrats and victimized by them and exploited by them. You all have had pounded into your minds that abortion is a choice. But whose choice? No matter how you paint it... Abortion is murder.
Meaning of Fetus: This word refers to the unborn young of any vivaporous (not born from an egg) mammal but is most often used to describe the body of an unborn human being from eight weeks after conception onward
Sanger, Planned Parenthood's Racist Founder
This is a Suction Abortion
This is a Dismemberment Abortion
This is a Dilation and Extraction Abortion
Baby Body Parts
These links provide more info on Sanger and her racism and hate. The Democrats and liberals for the most part are the same way! Sanger is one of the Democrats heroins! Wake UP!
Obama & Live Birth Abortion / Induced Labor Abortions / Infanticide Pro-Life Anti-Abortion Video
Obama Says A Baby Is A Punishment
12-year-old speaks out on the issue of abortion
Nough said... More to come!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Veterans Fight to Keep 75-yr. old Mojave Desert Memorial Cross
After WWI many U.S. soldiers moved to the Californian desert to find physical and emotional healing. In 1934, they erected a memorial to honor their fallen comrades, a single white cross, - a symbol used around the world to memorialize those who paid the ultimate sacrifice for their country.
The site for the memorial was chosen because at a certain time of day, the sun casts a shadow on the rock which resembles a WWI doughboy. For more than 75 years, the memorial has stood as a reminder that there were those who fought and died for our freedoms. But sadly today, the ACLU and a federal judge in California, want to tear it down. In fact, the judge has ordered the memorial covered from view while the case is on appeal. Please join us in saying "donttearmedown." We think Americans should honor their war heroes and the freedoms they so valiantly protect; and we're taking our case all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court this fall. Please join us in this battle, go to www.donttearmedown.com.
Veterans Fight to Keep 75-yr. old Mojave Desert Memorial cross
http://www.youtube.com/user/freemarketfoundation
THIS IS WHERE THE PETITION IS: www.donttearmedown.com.
The site for the memorial was chosen because at a certain time of day, the sun casts a shadow on the rock which resembles a WWI doughboy. For more than 75 years, the memorial has stood as a reminder that there were those who fought and died for our freedoms. But sadly today, the ACLU and a federal judge in California, want to tear it down. In fact, the judge has ordered the memorial covered from view while the case is on appeal. Please join us in saying "donttearmedown." We think Americans should honor their war heroes and the freedoms they so valiantly protect; and we're taking our case all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court this fall. Please join us in this battle, go to www.donttearmedown.com.
Veterans Fight to Keep 75-yr. old Mojave Desert Memorial cross
http://www.youtube.com/user/freemarketfoundation
THIS IS WHERE THE PETITION IS: www.donttearmedown.com.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
THIS IS A MUST HAVE BOOK TO ADD TO YOUR LIBRARY!
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THE BIG BLACK LIE is FINISHED and in print! I am request pre-orders now in order to avoid long delays. For those of you who have ordered already, "Thank You!" I will sign them, if requested, and will do my best to honor requests for "custom messages."
Excerpt from The Big Black Lie - how i learned the truth about the democrat party
The Sins of the Father
I didn’t see my father for many years after he and my mother separated and ultimately divorced. I would learn that he was a womanizer, an incestuous rapist, an alcoholic, a drug addict, a gangster, a pimp-wannabe, a thief, a convict, a child molester, and a murderer.
I was fortunate not to learn most of what my father did until much later in life. However, when I did learn of my father’s past, I couldn’t help but question what part of him might lurk within me. With all this baggage and plethora of built-in excuses, I am amazed that I did not become a Democrat.
"The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children" - Euripides
I wanted to know what made my dad the way he was. Unfortunately, since I didn’t grow up knowing my father’s family, I didn’t have much history. My paternal grandfather came once to visit my brother and me on the ranch where we were raised. I was around nine years-old at the time; that was the one and only time I ever saw and spoke with him in person.
I learned that my paternal grandfather was an alcoholic, who would arrive home most nights in a drunken stupor. Bloody from the beatings of street predators of Indianapolis, my grandfather lost both his money and a piece of his soul. Unknown to them, they were slowly stealing the innocence of the two young boys who waited at home for the man who was supposed to be their idol, their protector, their provider, their father. Seeing their daddy beaten and bloodied would breed a rage in these two boys that would later be unleashed on the world. They were two boiling cauldrons, destined to bubble over and vomit their murky contents into society.
My father would do a stint in prison for armed robbery, as did my uncle. Many of my male cousins on my father’s side are convicts, who lived very similar lives. Most of their crimes involved drugs, and in some cases more serious offenses. Chances are, had I not been raised by my maternal grandparents, I would have had a similar fate. In fact, I would bet on it.
Being a Jackson in Indianapolis or Bloomington Indiana essentially put a target on your back; the cops were extra vigilant when it came to dealing with the Jacksons. Many in law enforcement had sent Jackson family men scurrying from Indiana to less prosecutorial climes.
Then there were the street thugs with unresolved street grudges. One of which grew into an actual plan to kill one of my uncles. To this day, he is unaware of just how close to death he actually came. I learned the story from a cousin.
Many of the female cousins on my father’s side who had significant interaction with my father are in relationships with men very similar to him, or unable to maintain healthy relationships with decent men. Relationships are tough. But my father has definitely impacted the women in our family negatively. On the bright side, a few of my female cousins actually did discover exactly what type of man they didn’t want, as a result of being around my father. That’s a costly way to look for the “good” in a situation. But I have learned that where my father is concerned, I take whatever good I can find.
As for relationships, my brother has been with the same woman since he was nineteen. Unfortunately my track record is a bit bumpier. I’ve been married twice, with a couple of “common law” situations as well. But my interaction with women is nothing like that of my father. In fact, I grew up with a healthy respect for women, because of my grandmother.
How much of me I credit to my dad I am not quite sure; his blood does course through my veins. It makes me wonder sometimes—actually a lot of the time. Seeing or hearing about him with a different woman during each visit or phone conversation most likely impacted me, though it doesn’t seem to have affected my brother in the same way.
I have never used drugs, and am a social drinker at best. I have been drunk only twice in my life. I womanized during a period of my life, and even shoplifted a couple of times as a teenager, but eventually overcame both of those impulses as I matured. I have wanted to kill a few people, but only figuratively.
When you don’t know your history, you question: What part is nature; what part nurture?
“Even a broken clock is right twice a day." - anon
Excerpt from The Big Black Lie - how i learned the truth about the democrat party
The Sins of the Father
I didn’t see my father for many years after he and my mother separated and ultimately divorced. I would learn that he was a womanizer, an incestuous rapist, an alcoholic, a drug addict, a gangster, a pimp-wannabe, a thief, a convict, a child molester, and a murderer.
I was fortunate not to learn most of what my father did until much later in life. However, when I did learn of my father’s past, I couldn’t help but question what part of him might lurk within me. With all this baggage and plethora of built-in excuses, I am amazed that I did not become a Democrat.
"The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children" - Euripides
I wanted to know what made my dad the way he was. Unfortunately, since I didn’t grow up knowing my father’s family, I didn’t have much history. My paternal grandfather came once to visit my brother and me on the ranch where we were raised. I was around nine years-old at the time; that was the one and only time I ever saw and spoke with him in person.
I learned that my paternal grandfather was an alcoholic, who would arrive home most nights in a drunken stupor. Bloody from the beatings of street predators of Indianapolis, my grandfather lost both his money and a piece of his soul. Unknown to them, they were slowly stealing the innocence of the two young boys who waited at home for the man who was supposed to be their idol, their protector, their provider, their father. Seeing their daddy beaten and bloodied would breed a rage in these two boys that would later be unleashed on the world. They were two boiling cauldrons, destined to bubble over and vomit their murky contents into society.
My father would do a stint in prison for armed robbery, as did my uncle. Many of my male cousins on my father’s side are convicts, who lived very similar lives. Most of their crimes involved drugs, and in some cases more serious offenses. Chances are, had I not been raised by my maternal grandparents, I would have had a similar fate. In fact, I would bet on it.
Being a Jackson in Indianapolis or Bloomington Indiana essentially put a target on your back; the cops were extra vigilant when it came to dealing with the Jacksons. Many in law enforcement had sent Jackson family men scurrying from Indiana to less prosecutorial climes.
Then there were the street thugs with unresolved street grudges. One of which grew into an actual plan to kill one of my uncles. To this day, he is unaware of just how close to death he actually came. I learned the story from a cousin.
Many of the female cousins on my father’s side who had significant interaction with my father are in relationships with men very similar to him, or unable to maintain healthy relationships with decent men. Relationships are tough. But my father has definitely impacted the women in our family negatively. On the bright side, a few of my female cousins actually did discover exactly what type of man they didn’t want, as a result of being around my father. That’s a costly way to look for the “good” in a situation. But I have learned that where my father is concerned, I take whatever good I can find.
As for relationships, my brother has been with the same woman since he was nineteen. Unfortunately my track record is a bit bumpier. I’ve been married twice, with a couple of “common law” situations as well. But my interaction with women is nothing like that of my father. In fact, I grew up with a healthy respect for women, because of my grandmother.
How much of me I credit to my dad I am not quite sure; his blood does course through my veins. It makes me wonder sometimes—actually a lot of the time. Seeing or hearing about him with a different woman during each visit or phone conversation most likely impacted me, though it doesn’t seem to have affected my brother in the same way.
I have never used drugs, and am a social drinker at best. I have been drunk only twice in my life. I womanized during a period of my life, and even shoplifted a couple of times as a teenager, but eventually overcame both of those impulses as I matured. I have wanted to kill a few people, but only figuratively.
When you don’t know your history, you question: What part is nature; what part nurture?
“Even a broken clock is right twice a day." - anon
Monday, June 8, 2009
If LOOKS Could KILL....
U.S first lady Michelle Obama and France's First Lady Carla Bruni-Sarkozy attend a ceremony to mark the 65th anniversary of the D-Day landings in Normandy at Colleville-sur-Mer cemetery, June 6, 2009.
WOW!! If looks could Kill France's First Lady would be Dead! There is NOTHING accidental about that evil look and hate in her eyes. It must be hard for her to pretend she likes white people... So what do you think is going through Mrs Michelle Obama's mind as she sneers at France's First Lady???
And here we have her serving a homeless person at a soup kitchen while he takes a pic using a $500 Blackberry.. Kind of Fishy
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