Category Archives: Troops

What Difference Does It Make?

Now we know what the Hildabeast was doing while the Americans were dying in Ben Ghazi. And the probable cause of her little brain problem: too much sugar.

Our robot overlords have arrived

This K-Max robot helicopter, which has no human crew, is doing resupply for Marines in Afghanistan. Up to 4,500 pounds worth. Yes, but will it do Medevac?

Meanwhile, our drone-lovin’ president (like Slick Willie a natural-born killer when he can do it by remote control without endangering himself) is encouraging the use of drones over our airspace. Maybe the next time you see a helicopter fly over your neighborhood, you should duck and cover.

Or else bring out your still-legal (so far) AR-15 semiauto and shoot the sumbitch down. Not that I would ever advise anyone to break the law, you understand.

Via Mouth of The Brazos.

Can we impeach the president now?

Roger L. Simon, in arguing for a good “major motion picture” about the administration’s criminal behavior in the Ben Ghazi affair, sums up why impeachment is warranted:

“And mysteries abound – just where was the president of the United States that night our ambassador and others were under terror attack in North Africa?  Why wasn’t Obama directly involved? Why did the secretary of State pay so little attention?

“Just what was our ambassador to Libya doing in Benghazi that night anyway? Why were the perpetrators allowed to escape?  Why did the president lie for weeks about what transpired, trying to make a hopeless video nobody saw seem  the cause of the event?   And why were his lies covered up by CNN’s Candy Crowley [in the debate with Romney]? Why was no attempt made to save our people in the first place?”

This is only one reason to impeach King Putz. He was already complicit to an earlier murder. Not that we can expect the slumbering Democrat news media to support the idea, even if the stupid party dared. Rand Paul, maybe. Except that he’s a senator and under the oft-violated U.S. Constitution the House impeaches and the Senate tries. Mr. Boehner?

Not a good time to be a soldier

The soon-to-be-former defense secretary has decided that the military will get the smallest possible pay raise while King Putz has already submitted a fat hike for civilian federal employees.

As Darkwater so eloquently quotes from Kipling:

“God and the soldier we adore/In times of trouble, not before/When trouble’s gone and all things righted/God’s forgotten and the soldier slighted.”

Not that our unwise withdrawal from Iraq means “trouble’s gone” nor our impending skedaddle from Afghanistan, either. Both are starting to smell a lot like our defeat in Vietnam. To my old ‘Nammie’s nose, at any rate. Which brings to mind this other appropriate quote from Kipling:

“When you’re wounded out on Afghanistan’s plains/And the women come out to cut up what remains/Then just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains/And die like a good British soldier!”

Or an American one.

Meanwhile, back at Fort Hood, where 13 were killed and 32 others wounded in an obvious 2009 jihadi massacre, the civilian cops who stopped it have been laid off and are p.o.’ed that King Putz still insists that it was a case of  “workplace violence” with no politico-religious overtones.

The feds don’t trust their own palace guard

Little ruckus here over discovery that Marines marching in King Putz’s inaugural parade had their rifles disabled so they couldn’t be fired. Apparently, according to a commenter here, the move isn’t unique to Obutthead. Lots of other presidents have done it, too.

I do recall sitting in an armory in full kit at Nixon’s inaugural in 1969. Our rifles were not disabled but we weren’t marching. Our squadron of the 6th Armored Cavalry Regiment was detailed in case there was a riot. There’d been quite a few the previous year after the assassination of Dr. King. We’d been thoroughly trained in riot control and would only have used live ammo as a very last resort. A menacing display of fixed bayonets was first, tear gas was second. But we had copper-jacketed 7.62 mm. And, like the Marines in January, we also carried M-14s.

Nothing happened in 1969 and we all went back to the barracks at Fort Meade and turned in our weapons at the troop armory. The troopies wandered off to Fiddler’s Green to pig out on beer. I went to the O club for a round, then back to the BOQ and went to bed. It had been a long, boring day.

Via Instapundit.

Secular Turkey a myth

Turkey, supposedly, has been taken over by the Islamists. The alleged one-time mainly-secular Muslim country is no more. Bah. Turkey was never secular, not to the ordinary Turk.

I lived there, in the capital city of Ankara, 1961-62, and then off and on in 1963-64, when the city was usually under martial law. Portions of the Turkish military were staging periodic, unsuccessful revolts. It was forbidden to be on the streets after dark. They were patrolled by Turkish soldiers with old, American M-1 rifles.

One afternoon, a young American Air Force sergeant, an amateur Christian evangelist from Tennessee, staked himself a position on a safety island in the middle of Ankara’s main drag, Ataturk Boulevard, named for the man who supposedly inspired Turkish secularism.

The sergeant began handing out free New Testaments to passing drivers with a wish for their personal peace. They were having none of it. The sergeant was instantly mobbed, kicked to the asphalt, and beaten bloody.

Turkish police stood by until the sergeant was unconscious and then they arrested him. The U.S. State Department decided that publicity about Turkish intolerance was not “useful” to our foreign policy of the time. The sergeant was quietly spirited out of jail and flown out of the country.

Which is why I say Turkish secularism is, was, and probably will ever be, a myth. Whatever the Turkish elite claims to believe, the Turkish mob worships a looting, mass-murdering, pedophile named Mo in the most intolerant religion in the world. They have never had much patience with any other. And now they have an American president as their apologist.

Chest candy

Probably a photoshop joke, although this is North Korea, and police states do tend to do power things like this to excess. But it’s one reason why I’m having trouble getting very exercised about Barry’s plan to downsize the Pentagon.

We haven’t seen anything quite this ludicrous by American military officers (altho we have plenty of sheriffs and police chiefs who seem to think they are four-star generals) but I do recall that General Petraeus’s chest candy climbed up to and almost over his shoulder. And most of his medals were for pencil-pushing, the kind that senior officers award each other. Now that old Betray Us has been retired, hopefully some of his pals will be downsized.

Via Simply Jews.