The Benevolent Genghis Khan
Thanking God for Not-So-Small Blessings
by Robert Yetman on 05/22/10
So it is over, finally; three warriors for the United States, victims of the U.S.-based agents of the one world order, have now all been adjudicated not guilty of the charges that they punched a bloodthirsty, anti-American, terroristic, murdering son of a bitch. Of the three Navy SEALs who were accused, only Petty Officer Matthew McCabe was actually charged with assault, while POs Jonathan Keefe and Julio Huertas, both cleared earlier, were charged with the standard, sundry catch-all BS (e.g., attempting to influence the testimony of another service member).
The alleged victim here is Ahmed Hashim Abed, the mastermind behind the 2004 murder and butchering of four Blackwater contractors in Iraq (remember the sight of the defiled corpses hanging from the bridge in Fallujah?), and the fact that these young U.S. warriors were facing any charges for punching him is nothing short of an abomination.
Sadly, this is what our military personnel are up against as they serve. In addition to fighting the enemies of America from without, they must fight those from within, as well; complicating the life-and-death effort to survive and prevail in the most basic sense, American soldiers who serve in the wars in which the U.S. now becomes involved must also make their sober efforts in a despicably dangerous climate of political correctness, a concept overseen by the scum cowards who have mystifyingly and so unfortunately found their way to a position of oversight over our savior-combatants.
That this travesty gained any traction at all is a principle reason as to why I have such ambivalent feelings about service in the military of today. The Korean Conflict was the point of conception for Wars We Do Not Try To Win, and it has been downhill ever since. Instead of waging war more in the form of a fearsome juggernaut that lays waste to everything in its path and ultimately saves more of the lives of its own young men and women, the U.S., at the behest of policymakers who themselves do not stand in the line of fire, manages war so that we offend as few as possible. It is that posture that has needlessly and shamefully sacrificed the lives of so many who have gallantly served; what a profoundly sad, unspeakably tragic waste.
Thank you so much to POs McCabe, Keefe, and Huertas, and God Bless America.
The Unfortunate Case of Roger Ebert
by Robert Yetman on 05/21/10
It is pretty tough to lose your temper with chronically ill people, particularly those who are in the most challenging of bouts with cancer. I witnessed both of my parents wither away from the disease, and it is very difficult to find oneself ever expressing ill will to anyone in that position.
That said, there is really no way for patriotic Americans to maintain much by way of charitable thoughts for Roger Ebert at the present time. The renowned film critic and quintessential Hollywood liberal, who is suffering from thyroid cancer to such a degree that he is now disfigured and without the gift of speech, felt fine enough to slam, via his Twitter account, the five California high school students who wore American flag-themed clothing in Cinco de Mayo. His Twitter post read, in part, that kids who wear American flag t-shirts on 5 May should have to share a lunchroom table with those who wear a hammer and sickle on 4 July.
The point that Ebert is apparently making is that we do not, in his opinion, live in the United States of America, but rather in the United States of the World, and that expressions of nationalism should be managed in such a fashion that all citizens of the world are given priority, as appropriate, to celebrate here in America in whatever ways they choose.
Ebert has it backwards. We now live in a time when U.S. citizens are under siege in more ways than we can count, but one of those most prominent of ways has to do with our ability to express any measure of traditional nationalism that is not filtered by agents and propagandists of the one world order. It is not the five students who acted as antagonists; the antagonists, the enemies, are any and all who seek to suppress the natural and traditional patriotic expressions of Americans on behalf of this great nation.
Ebert is a caricature, albeit a dangerous one, of the high-profile leftist; another agent for the inclusiveness crowd who, by virtue of his wealth, need not be as concerned with the loss of traditional American identity in the regular neighborhoods, schools, and shopping centers in which the rest of us persist, because he does not live in, go to, or shop at any of those.
In the end, I do sincerely hope that Roger Ebert sees better days ahead, but I also hope he will forgive me if I am just a little more concerned with that which awaits those five young students in California; Roger has the protection of his money and the community of his vocal, fellow Hollywood elites to help him get by, while those high school kids appear to have little beyond the patriotic shirts on their backs to help see them through a most uncertain future.
