Mr Little and Ms Sille Rant

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What is with people? They plot and scheme, spreading false information to people with trust and control issues. These people (the ones with the aforementioned issues) then go off half-cocked with half-baked threats. Well, it is time for me to address said persons. I will refer to them as Mr. Little and Ms. Sille.



To Mr. Little:



I have seen your ways. I know your heart. Do not think that I cannot discern your motivations. It is ONE thing to wish for things, but quite another thing to seek to steal them from others. As it appears that you cannot win these things on the strength of your own merits (you have none), I will say this: Just because YOU haven't been blessed with enough stature, charm, or intelligence to achieve your desire does NOT mean that you will necessarily be overlooked. Too often your mouth has written checks your behind cannot cash, only to be rescued by others. This time, however, that credit may prove insufficient.



Further, if you think you are going to get what you want, you have another think coming. It is no one's fault that you have a dinky mind (among other dinky parts, I've been told), so understand this: Disingenuousness, lies, and schemes will only get you damaged. Quit now, while you can still remain intact.



Now, Ms. Sille:



Three things: 1) Where do you get off ranting and raving about calling up ex-boyfriends and all that mess? You fly off the handle because of what someone told you (falsely, I must add) that I said? You have a brain inside that skull of yours, I assume. USE IT! Think about this for a bit: How is someone going to say something if they are sound asleep? Does that make sense? I understand that you have trust issues, but DO NOT go using them against ME! I will not put up with it; nor will I continue to put up with what is fast becoming a control issue.



2) You have, also, a very nasty habit of being somewhat disrespectful. I have, up to now, been willing to forgive and forget. That is quickly ending. I am too old to put up with that kind of crap; also, I have been through this kind of thing before. It is not pleasant, nor is it tolerable for long. Thus, you can either cut that crap out, or you can be dropped. I am not into drama, nor am I into drama queens. You and I will sit down and converse like adults, or I will simply depart.

3) I also hear that you have been flirting and aiming to get with other men. I will say that I do not quite believe that, but know this: There are people who will tell me what they observe, and if enough of these reports come to me, there will be actions to be taken. I will have to look into them further and possibly conclude from what evidence there is what precisely is happening. Others may wish to ignore things, but I cannot.


In closing, I have a final sentence or two for the principals addressed here:

For Mr. Little: End your plots and schemes, or risk the annihilation of your ego, at the very least. You're a little troll, and little trolls get smashed.

For Ms. Sille: Two words-- Grow Up.


That is all.

Excerpt #4

Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, it has been a while since I have gotten 'round to putting anything up, but I am now finally back to work on this story of mine. Some of you may have already seen excerpts from the story... well, here is #4.


Philippine Sea
24 June 2010 0500 HRS


The surface of the water is placid. Upon it, nine transports steam north toward Japan, loaded with Islamofascist troops and weapons. The ships glide to deliver reinforcements to Nagasaki on an uneventful passage. Sure of victory, the men on board often go topside to breath the warm sea air as they make their way to war.

Three hundred feet below, a lone submarine tracks the fleet in silence. In this self-contained environment there are twenty-one officers and one-hundred enlisted men. Among them is a single woman. Commander Ariel Three Wolves monitors the control panel as two others guide the ship through the depths. At forty-six, she is comfortably svelte; a testament to her disciplined eating and exercise habits. In fact, she could pass for a woman half her age if not for the streaks of gray in her hair.

Standing up, she begins to head for the galley. As she arrives at the door, a young Ensign gets her attention. “Commander, we’ve identified nine transports; Heading 036; Speed 20KTS. No apparent escorting vessels.”

“Identify origin, Ensign,” CDR Three Wolves orders.

As the young junior officer contacts an overhead satellite, CDR Three Wolves orders General Quarters. Trays of food are abandoned and cooking and warming appliances are shut down as the crew scrambles to their stations. Moments later, the young Ensign gets the satellite report.

“Commander, ships identified as enemy transports,” he informs her. “No escorting vessels.”
“Ensign, contact Pearl Harbor and see if Intelligence has any report on ships leaving Davao or Manila.”
“Aye-aye, Commander.”

Over the next several minutes, Ensign Steven Appler sends and receives coded messages. The report from Hawaii informs the man that three destroyers, two cruisers and the IFS (Islamic Fleet Ship) Al-Basrah left Manila two days before and that the two fleets were expected to meet up in about two hours from the present time. The nearest Allied fleet was still more than a day out from Nagasaki, and was expected to engage the Islamofascist flotilla near Okinawa.

“Commander, do we attack?” ENS Appler asks.
“With an Islamofascist battle flotilla approaching?” she replies with a somewhat mischievous grin. “Of course we do.”
“That,” he says with an evil grin, “is what I thought.”

With that, ENS Appler was ordered to bring the sub to 80 feet. While that was being done, CDR Three Wolves orders the torpedo room to load the four forward tubes with the new MK-50 multiple-warhead torpedoes. She is preparing to not only destroy the transports, but also to inflict serious damage on the coming enemy battle flotilla. If all goes well, the fifteen Islamofascist ships will soon join previous enemies of the United States at the bottom of the Philippine Sea.

Several minutes pass as the USS Anchorage programs the warhead on the torpedoes with the coordinates of the transports. Once the torpedoes are launched, their onboard computers will continuously communicate with the overhead satellite to stay on track with the enemy ships, using the programmed coordinates as a marker.

Finally, all is ready. The nine transports continue to steam north-northeast as the USS Anchorage follows behind. The men on the transports are oblivious to the death to be brought to them by fire and water. They continue to talk about all the plunder and pillaging they expect to do when they take Nagasaki. In the holds of four of the transports sit twenty BT-71 tanks, hundreds of rounds of tank ammo, and millions of rounds of small arms and machine-gun ammunition. One transport even carries enough vehicle fuel for ten days of combat.

In the submarine, CDR Three Wolves uses the periscope screen to observe the transport fleet. Determining that they are within range, she gives the order. “Forward torpedo room: Fire all tubes!”

In seconds, four MK-50 torpedoes leave the ship, racing toward the enemy fleet. At one-half mile away from the nearest of the enemy transports, the torpedoes break open and six warheads from each torpedo make their way toward the eleven ships. As they run toward the unsuspecting transports, the crew sits with bated breath. It is several more seconds before the first of the now twenty-four smaller torpedoes finds its target.

Down in the middle cargo hold of the center ship, an Islamic Imperial Army guard looks over a box of rocket-propelled grenades. This shipment should seal Nagasaki’s fate, the man thinks as the ship shudders and then explodes in a huge ball of fire. The ammunition goes off in wild abandon as the fire expands through the ship’s bulkheads, setting off more ammunition.

The lead transport’s captain turns suddenly as the noise of the explosion on the center ship reaches his ears. “Ya’allah!” he exclaims as the afflicted ship disappears into smoke and flame. In the next minute, another ship explodes, casting heads, arms, legs, and even whole bodies of men into the air and onto the water. As the captain watches the convoy, ship after ship explodes in great balls of fire, ensuring that much of what is to be brought to Nagasaki finds itself, instead, moving toward the bottom of the Philippine Sea.

Deep below the surface, the crew of the USS Anchorage cheers as the reports of the hits is received aboard that deep-sea denizen of death. CDR Three Wolves smiles quietly as she realizes that she has already sent the greater part of the Islamofascist supply flotilla to Davy Jones’ Locker. She knows, however, that their day isn’t over, nor that it can be counted a success. The escort vessels are on their way to meet with the transports, and she is certain that they are close enough to have seen at least the smoke, if not the fireballs themselves.

On the horizon there approaches an Islamofascist battle flotilla. The IFS Al-Basra’s admiral looks northeast and sees smoke coming up over the horizon. We are closer than we thought, he muses as he watches the rising smoke. Seconds later, his communications officer gets an urgent coded message, and runs up to him. “Admiral, this has just come to us from the convoy!” the officer exclaims.

Taking the paper with the message on it, he recoils in shock and horror. “Impossible!” he shouts incredulously. “Intelligence told us that the nearest enemy fleet was still a day and a half out from Nagasaki! We shouldn’t have encountered them until at least another two days from now.”

“Submarine?” the Communications officer inquires.
“It could only be. Captain, give orders to all pilots to standby for anti-sub operations,” the Admiral orders.
“Yes, sir!” the carrier captain responds.

As pilots rush to ready rooms and the entire battle flotilla prepares for action, the Admiral considers his next move. He knows that there is a good chance that the attacking enemy submarine is already making way for Tokyo, Honolulu, or Vladivostok. It is also possible that they are heading in our direction, not knowing that we are ready for them, is another thought that enters his head. It is now a game of cat and mouse. Will the offending raider strike for Tokyo and a Japanese Carrier Battle Group; to Honolulu and Pearl Harbor; or will he head for Vladivostok and relative safety.

With mind racing over the possibilities, he sees yet another cloud of smoke drifting over the horizon. Just after that, a fireball goes up looking like a mushroom. There can be no mistaking, now. It is a submarine that is causing such havoc. The Islamofascist Admiral orders all aircraft launched in the direction of the now devastated supply fleet. As the planes take off, the Admiral cannot help but wonder if it is already too late to save any of the ships being attacked.

Back at the USS Anchorage, CDR Three Wolves and Ensign Appler wonder if it wouldn’t be wiser to high-tail it on out before the now fast-approaching aircraft reach their location. As they consider their options, yet another Islamofascist supply ship goes up in flames. Seven of the ships are already descending into the sea, while an eighth burns vigorously. The remaining enemy transport begins to run, but is soon cracked open by two of the smaller torpedoes. Overhead, as Islamofascist pilots approach, there comes yet another piece of disturbing news for the Islamofascists. As two of the lead aircraft enter the area of the transport fleet, two AMRAM-4 missiles slam into them. As the other aircraft turn and head back to their own carrier, three escorting Shawabbi naval fighters break off to engage the oncoming Japanese-marked F/A-18s.

Using the ensuing air battle as cover, CDR Three Wolves and the crew of the USS Anchorage prepare to engage the oncoming Islamofascist battle flotilla. “Lieutenant! Set course heading 334. We’re gonna get ourselves a carrier,” she grimly orders.

“Aye-aye, Commander,” the Lieutenant answers.

The submarine silently glides in the direction of the oncoming enemy battle flotilla. There is now no turning back, as the crew well knows. CDR Three Wolves gives instructions for the forward torpedo room to load two MK-50s and two SK-10 missiles into the tubes. Now less than 40 miles separate the USS Anchorage from the Islamofascist battle flotilla. In the torpedo room two Ensigns program the SK-10s with what is already known about the IFS Al-Basrah. The MK-50s are given the coordinates of the enemy fleet and kept on standby. The SK-10s, however, can be launched from a range of nearly 75 miles away from the given target. This will be the first time the new missiles are used in combat.

“Commander, enemy battle fleet is 35 miles out from us. Do we attack?” Ensign Appler asks.
“Ensign, launch tubes one and three,” she orders.
“One and Three away,” he informs her.

The two SK-10s streak out of the submarine and travel out ten miles before the heads tilt upward. The bottom part separates as the solid-fuel rocket engines propel the missiles out of the water. Once in the air, the two missiles streak upward to an altitude of 20,000 feet. They seek out their target and locate it about six miles out. For another two miles the missiles fly, and then their engine guidance systems turn the missiles shipward. Hurtling down more than 600 miles an hour the two destroying angels head for the IFS Al-Basrah. The ships ringing the carrier open fire with all guns blazing. None of them, however, are able to find their targets until one lucky shot from the IFS Al-Basrah destroys one of the missiles.

It is a futile win, however. The surviving missile bursts open, and four smaller warheads arc along the length of the carrier. At 500 feet, their guidance systems cause each warhead to streak toward a different part of the ship. The last thing the fueling and ordnance crews see is a flash of light as the first warhead slams through the hangar door and into the hangar deck.

Damage control crews race for the afflicted area when the other three warheads strike. One destroys the engine room; a second slams into the base of the carrier’s command island; the third crashes through an elevator and lodges itself in the ammunition room. This last warhead sits idly as an explosives removal crew approach. They don’t hear anything, and assume the warhead is inert. Reassured that it is a dud, the removal crew sets to preparing the warhead for disposal. Seconds later, that final warhead detonates. All five men are thrown into the wall and imprint themselves in the metal. That imprint doesn’t last long, however, as the ammunition is set off, turning the IFS Al-Basrah into a complete ruin.

Back at the now destroyed transport fleet, the last of the Shawabbi fighters is downed, leaving the fleeing anti-sub aircraft without a defense. Nor, as they soon learn, do they have a place to land. The most senior remaining officer tells his fellows that they must find and destroy the enemy submarine if it is the last thing they do. Every one of them agrees and begins their sub-hunting. Little do they know, however, that the USS Anchorage has descended to a depth of 1000 feet and is now getting into the midst of their now carrier-less battle flotilla.

As the Islamofascists search futilely for their hidden enemy, CDR Three Wolves decides that she has done enough damage for one day and orders the crew to head for Honolulu. The USS Anchorage continues undersea for another twenty-four hours before surfacing again near Iwo Jima. From there, CDR Three Wolves send a coded message back to Pearl Harbor, requesting return to Hawaii and a rest for her crew, who have been at sea for seven months now. Permission to return for refit and rest comes back in yet another coded message.


One week later, the USS Anchorage enters the port of Honolulu and the United States 1st Fleet/Pacific Command Base at Pearl Harbor. Standing on deck, all crew members not directly involved with steering the submarine to its mooring await orders and permission to go ashore. Many, including CDR Three Wolves, have not seen their families in over a year. For some of their family members, it has been a long, yet endurable separation. For others, the time apart from their family members aboard the USS Anchorage have been at least half of, if not their entire, lifetimes. ENS Appler is himself a new father to fraternal twins who have never actually seen their father in person. CDR Three Wolves has two grandsons she has never seen, and a husband who himself has only recently returned from blockade duty in the Caribbean.

However, joyous reunions are delayed when FADM George Hallsten boards the USS Anchorage. He receives the salute of CDR Three Wolves on behalf of the crew and begins to speak.

“Commander, welcome home! Commander Three Wolves, it is my pleasure to award the crew of the USS Anchorage with the Distinguished Service Medal for the action on 24 June 2010 in the Philippine Sea. During this action, you and your crew were not only responsible for preventing reinforcement and re-supply from reaching the enemy invading Japan, but destroyed the IFS Al-Basra, one of the enemy’s newest carriers, using an unproven weapons system.
“In addition, during your seven-month patrol in dangerous enemy water, your submarine accounted for twenty-eight enemy transports, six enemy destroyers, four enemy cruisers and one enemy aircraft carrier. The intelligence information gathered has also been instrumental in the defense by our troops and those of our allies of the city of Hue in Vietnam and of Nagasaki in Japan. On behalf of a grateful nation, I, Fleet Admiral George Hallsten, award you, Commander Ariel Three Wolves, and the crew of the USS Anchorage, with the Distinguished Service Medal.”

Finishing the speech, he takes the medal and pins it on the chest of CDR Three Wolves. He also hands her the velvet box with the uniform ribbon, and then salutes her. He then steps back past the gangplank and calls out each member of the crew, from LT Edward Johns right through to ENS Steven Appler and on down to the lowest-ranking seaman on the vessel. After another hour, the ceremony is over except for one more announcement.

“Commander Ariel Three Wolves, step forward!” FADM Hallsten orders.

Commander Three Wolves approaches and halts at the prescribed distance from the Fleet Admiral. “Commander Ariel Three Wolves, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Rear Admiral, Lower Half from the rank of Commander. You will be reassigned to North Atlantic/Mediterranean Command Headquarters in Norfolk, Virginia as Undersea Operations coordinator.”

With that, he removes a star from its velvet box and pins it to the lapel of the new RADM (LH)[1]. He steps away and she salutes. With this action, the ceremonies are all ended with the exception of RADM (LH) Three Wolves giving a short farewell. When all is said and done, she bellows, “Crew, at-ten-shun! Dis-missed!”

The men on board move in a rushed order down the gangplank and toward their families. Wives and mothers, fathers and brothers and sisters and sons and daughters reunite joyfully. The chatter is boisterous and full of relief as every member of the crew has returned safely to their families. There are two very special reunions, however.

RADM (LH) Ariel Three Wolves seeks out her husband, RADM (UH)[2] Henry Three Wolves, and runs to meet him. The two embrace, and then kiss passionately. He tells her how much he missed her and how their sons are faring. Both sons are serving in the Army, one in Texas and the other at San Jose. Knowing the sons are both currently alive and well, Ariel thinks only of the coming night, when she and her husband will renew their bond.

ENS Steven Appler rushes to his wife and the two babies he has never seen in person. They are both nearly a year old. He has been away for their entire lives, and is happy to be home. His wife, Hannah, hands their son to him, and then their daughter. As he holds both of his children and looks over at his wife, he recognizes why he has been away for so long. Their faces compel him to continue the fight; to stand against an enemy who would enslave, abuse, or murder them. ENS Steven Appler, his wife Hannah, and their children Johanna and Wesley, disappear into the crowd and toward a waiting minivan. They leave the milling crowd and the submarine behind as they return to Honolulu proper to get to know each other again.

A Plan For Dealing With Illegal Immigration

As we all know, illegal immigration is a big issue in this Republic of ours. It is also becoming an international sore spot, as the Mexican government continues to provide maps and other info to assist illegals in defying U.S. Laws. Mexican officials are even going so far as to demand, that's right, demand, that we just let these folks come in and go out as they please. Well, there have been ideas on how to deal with this, and I will now present my own.

DSDunlap's Border and Illegal Immigration Plan.

1) Seal and militarize border, with designated entry points manned by United States Marines backed up by a platoon of M-1A2s at each point. At all other places, the border shall have a fence built just on the US side of the border, with razor wire strung throughout the fence and on top of it. After that fence, the entire area back from the fence for about a mile is to be MINED with anti-personnel mines at the concentration of 1 per foot. After this, a wall is to be built with guard towers every 1/4 mile. Each tower shall have two guards assigned to it, each having an arc of fire of 180 degrees. This way, those who happen to get through the minefield and over the wall can still be gunned down.

2) Round up as many illegals as can be found. Do not deport them, but rather put them to work building a vast super-prison in far northern Alaska.

3) Scrap all plans for a "guest worker" program. Instead, tell Mexican and other Latin American governments that assisting their nationals in crossing the border illegally is an act of war and will be dealt with appropriately. Follow up, if the warning is ignored, by bombing one city in each offending nation to show that we mean business.

4) Deny visas to anyone from the aforementioned Latin American nations: Mexico, Honduras, Nicaragua, Colombia, Brazil, Venezuela, Bolivia, Peru, Ecuador, Suriname. Inform governments that all diplomatic ties will be broken if further attempts to violate U.S. Laws are supported by their governments.

5) Secretly prepare forces to seize all embassies and consulates of the aforementioned nations, to be enacted after all US diplomats in said nations are secretly removed. All documents seized are then to be thoroughly examined by the National Security Agency, Central Intelligence Agency, Department of Defense and the Federal Bureau of investigation. *of course, #5 isn't diplomatically nor politically correct, but that's life.*

6) All actions of Federal, State, and Local Government, with the exception of court sentencings, are to be done STRICTLY in English. Translators will be provided for questioning and sentence announcement purposes only.

7) All money transactions from the United States to Mexico and other nations will be immediately diverted to a special fund set up strictly for those American Citizens who are willing to take jobs that the Mexican President racistically, "Not even blacks will do..."

8.) All US forces in the border states and Gulf Coast are to be on full alert at all times from here on in.

9) Any U.S. Citizen found to be aiding illegals in defying the laws of the United States is to be arrested and tried for treason. Penalties for conviction will be either 25 years hard labor or death by hanging.

10) Any foreign national, legal or illegal, who commits a violent crime or engages in robbery *robbery is the act of stealing from another person in said person's presence, usually with a weapon present. This is not the same as theft, which entails stealth in stealing goods from others without their knowledge or presence* will be, upon conviction, sentenced to death. Execution methods are as follows: Robbery- Death by Hanging. Assault- Death by Firing Squad. Rape, Murder, Child Molestation/Murder, Terrorism, and/or Home invasion- Death by Crucifixion along the US-Mexican Border.

Democrats Tear At The Republic... Again.

Over the last few years something sinister has been going on in this country of ours. Somehow, the Democrat Party has transformed itself from the party of pro-America (The party of FDR, Truman and JFK) to the party of anti-freedom. Somewhere, FDR is hopping mad, Truman is ready to reclaim his body so he can give someone hell, and JFK is simply shaking his head at the antics of his youngest brother.

Of course, anyone who has spent time studying history will have an attack of deja-vu. We've seen this kind of thing before, folks. Step back in time with me about 14 decades or so. Back to a time when the Democrats were doing what they could to destroy the Republic. Yes, we're going back to the Civil War era (1855-1870). The issue today may be the globar war against Islamofascism (I refrain from using the generic term terrorism) and all that it entails, but back then it was Slavery in the Territories and Civil War.

In the 1850s, the United States was engaged in furious debate over Slavery, both in the US proper and in the Territories. The two sides are the established Democrat party and the then-fledgling Republican party. Within each party there are two factions.

In the Democrat party there were what I'll call the Status faction and the Expansion faction. The Status faction wished to allow Slavery to continue where it already existed. However, they were leery of Slavery's expansion into the new Territories. Even so, the Status faction was willing to let people in the Territories decide whether to be slave or free areas. The Status faction is offset by the Expansion faction. This faction was not only amenable to letting territories decide whether to allow slavery or not; they were active in expanding slavery to ALL the territories. Some of these folks, in fact, wanted slavery everywhere.

The newly formed Republican party also has two factions. I will name these factions the Status faction and the Abolition faction. As with the Status faction of the Democrat party, the Republican Status faction would leave slavery where it already was (Abraham Lincoln was of this faction). However, they differred with the Democrat Status faction in that the Republican Status faction wanted NO expansion of slavery to the territories. Their rival faction within the Republican party was the Abolition faction. The Abolition faction of the Republican party would have liked nothing better than to see Slavery ENDED everywhere. Both Republican factions, however, tended to assist runaway slaves in getting to Canada, where there was no slavery. The Abolition faction, however, went further in that they were willing to physically hinder slave-catchers who ventured into the Northern and Western states. Some in this faction would go so far as to physically attack and sometimes KILL the slave-catchers.

This situation would last right up to, and past the Election of 1860, when the Status and Expansion factions of the Democrat party fielded two separate candidates for President. Stephen A. Douglas was the choice of the Status (Northern) faction of the Democrat party, while John C. Breckenridge was the Expansion (Southern) Democrat faction's man. The Republicans, however, ran a single candidate on their ticket for President, Abraham Lincoln. Fast forward to 1862. Civil War rages, and there are numerous Democrats of the Status faction, and some of the Expansion faction, who are still in the Republic, and not in the Confederacy. These Democrats criticized the President and his administration. They stirred up internal opposition to the war and tried to foster dissent within the Armies of the Republic. They used the press to malign the Administration, the Military and the war effort, often giving moral support to the rebellious Confederate enemy.

The result of this was that President Lincoln clamped down on Democrat and Confederate-sympathizing news media. As the war went on and the triumph of the Republic became more and more certain *particularly after that Emancipation Proclamation thing, the victories at Gettysburg and Vicksburg, and the suppression of a Democrat-inspired anti-draft and race riot by Republic troops*, the consequences for the Democrat party's subversion tactics became clearer. With a few exceptions (Andrew Johnson *Democrat* succeeded Lincoln after the latter's assassination; Grover Cleveland in 1884 and 1892; Woodrow Wilson in 1912 and 1916), the Democrats were out of the White House and greatly diminished in power for nearly three-fourths of a century. It took an economic crisis of nearly biblical proportions to bring the Democrats back into real controlling power. They would hold it for over half a century.

Now, back in the present day, the Democrats are at it again. Doing all that they can (with the most notable exception of Joseph Lieberman) to bring down the Republicans. Just like the period from 1855 - 1870, the Democrats' actions threaten to bring down the Republic. Only this time, ALL Americans may lose their essential freedoms and liberties rather than some who were previously left out not gaining theirs.

Middle Age

I know that at the end of the last posting, I wrote "Next Week: Is Maureen Dowd Necessary?" However, I had some more personal things to see to this last week. What with Thanksgiving having come and gone and me about 1,400 miles from any family at all, and my 33rd birthday having just passed, I left that article to wait until I felt the inclination to write it.

Anyhow, I've been told that I've officially entered "middle age," though in truth I feel I have been, at least psychologically, middle aged for about seven years now. Looking back, I wonder how things might be different if I had made a few KEY different decisions. As it is, however, there's no need to dwell on past errors of judgment, sins, hurts, betrayals, or wrongs. Of course, there is an entire industry in this country *and the world* dedicated to doing just that.

So, I'll make a few quick points and shut this article down, and perhaps soon I will get around to writing that promised Is Maureen Dowd Necessary article.

1. Southerners who still harp on the Civil War need to get over it. They started the war, and they lost. Sit down, move on, and shut the f--k up!

2. Black folks who still cry about Slavery and all that mess also need to get a clue and get over it. That was 140 years ago; it's time to move forward. Again, sit down, move on, and shut the f--k up!

3. Muslims. You guys are NOTORIOUS for dredging up past history, mostly to justify your continuing attempt to conquer the entire world. You use it to excuse your evildoings, even claiming that you are acting rightly when you slaughter Christians, Jews, Black Africans, etc. Well, I got one thing to say to you: Sit down, move on, and TRULY shut the f--k up!

That is all. Have a nice day!

Media Disconnected from Reality

It seems, these days, that the "mainstream" media is completely disconnected from reality. They reported the 2000th death of an American servicemember as if it were the Return of Jesus Christ Himself. Of course, when Jesus DOES return, you can expect that the media will only mention it in passing on "page 18" of the paper or in a 5-second blurb on the mainstream networks. Of course, this is where all stories of positive news about America, Christianity or Israel ends up.

The merest hint of the possibility that Americans have caused even the slightest discomfort to captured Islamic terrorists held by the U.S. make the front page in big, bold letters; or, it makes the top story of the "mainstream" networks, while the Islamic rampage that went on in Europe these past weeks, Iran's promise to wipe Israel off the world map, and any GOOD news about Coalition activities and efforts in Iraq are skimmed by, if not completely passed over. If they do give any depth to these aforementioned stories, it is only to find something that is either negative about America and/or Israel, or it is to make excuses and apologies for Islamic hatefulness and barbarism. One would think that the media were quietly approving of, if not actively aiding, the enemies of Freedom, Peace, and Life, if the reporting were any indication.

Of course, it stands to reason that many in the media are leftists who are opposed to the existence of any or all of the following: The Bush Administration, Republicans, Christians, Heterosexual men, the United States of America, Israel, Capitalism, Democracy, Republicanism, Jesus Christ, Absolutes of Morality and Virtue, and American Sovereignty. The blatant disdain for anything "Western" shown by today's media (along with Islamists everywhere) would be comical if it weren't so damn dangerous. By opposing the things on the aforementioned list, the media is actually endangering its own survival.

The rise of Intenet commentary and debate sites, of political and personal "Blogs" (this being an example of the latter), and of "talk radio" is merely the logical and necessary reactions of those who are NOT complete leftists, boobs, or sheep, to a media that has gone so far left, so partisan, so unbalanced, and so deceptive that it begins to make Josef Goebbels appear sane, reasoned, and truthful in comparison. For Goebbels, at least, acknowledged what he was out to achieve and was acting to guarantee the continued survival and success of both himself and his chosen party. Today's "mainstream" media, in contrast, doesn't seem to understand that they are undermining the very things that allow it to exist in the first place. In their hatred of all things American, Judaeo-Christian, and/or Bushian, they are aiding the very forces which, if victorious, will swiftly and brutally silence and destroy them.


Next Week: Is Maureen Dowd Necessary?

When Tolerance Becomes Suicide

November 7, 2005

For the past 11 days, Arab and African Muslims in France have wrought havoc throughout the country. Police have been shot at, thousands of automobiles and other properties destroyed, and much of France is in a state of Chaos. Yet, the French Government has made no concrete move to end the violence.

Yes, these immigrants do tend to be poorer than most French. It's a fact that immigrants to ANY country will tend to be less affluent than natives when they first arrive. Also, it is harder in Europe to rise economically than it is in North America. However, France has gone out of its way to give immigrants plenty of help.

The spark for this voracious destruction? Two Muslim teens, thinking that the police were pursuing them, hid in an electrical substation and accidentally electrocuted themselves. The incident, though self-inflicted, gave the rioters the excuse they APPARENTLY needed. Be that as it may, the conditions in which these events are occurring are not the root cause. They are, really, a consequence of the French policy of accommodating tolerance which allows primarily Muslim immigrants to not only keep their Islamic "culture," but to actively reject the native French culture entirely.

For decades, Europe in general, and France in particular, have forborne from demanding that immigrants culturally assimilate. European governments have allowed Muslim immigrants to simply bully others into accepting the idea that they (the natives) must simply accommodate Islamic ideals while Muslims have absolutely NO obligation to take on any aspect of the host countries' cultures. In France, the rioting has spread from a few isolated spots outside of Paris to infect the entire nation.

France, up to now, has refrained from using the one force in France that could end this eruption of lawlessness and terrorism: The French Army. Paris could order French armed forces to enter the affected areas and crush this insurrection. Of course, that would also be intolerant, and it seems that if there is one thing the French cannot abide being, it is intolerant. That, to the French of today, is an uncouth Anglo-American vice.

Of course, if thousands of Muslim immigrants were rioting outside of Washington, Atlanta, Omaha, Houston, or Salt Lake City, they'd most likely be met by riot police backed up, at the least, by armed American civilians. If the situation worsened, National Guard or regular Army troops would be moved in, a la Los Angeles '92 or Katrina '05.

Because two Muslim teens were stupid enough to get themselves electrocuted while hiding in a substation from a phantom police chase (which causes one to wonder if the pair were not up to something nefarious in the first place), other Muslims believe they have the right to steal, kill, and destroy. That they have done so demonstrates how the over-indulgent tolerance shown them by France has given them airs of unaccountability and invincibility. That the French continue to refrain from laying "Le Smacque-down" on the terrorist rioters shows the suicidal nature of European tolerance.

Roy Moore Scares Me Shitless

And for someone as full of shit as I am, thats saying something.





From the AP:

The man who lost his job as Alabama chief justice in a Ten Commandments controversy is running for governor.

Roy Moore became a hero to the Christian right when he refused to remove a monument of the Ten Commandments from the courthouse.

He announced today that he'll run for governor next year.

That could set up a showdown with fellow Republican Bob Riley, the incumbent governor. And it could make the Ten Commandments dispute a central campaign issue.

Two Democrats, Lieutenant Governor Lucy Baxley and former Governor Don Siegelman, are already running.
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What does a state operating under a flawed bugetary system, smothering in the iron grip of well-heeled labor unions, laden with corruption, financially strapped, and fiscally backward desperately need?
An utterly useless debate over the ten commandments, apparently.
As the state goes broke and revenue disappears faster than federal tax dollars into Louisiana, it looks like Alabamians can look forward to a healthy discussion on issues that really matter. Namely- a famous/infamous two ton chunk of rock and its role in our government.

No, I'm not talking about Ted Kennedy, its the ten commandments monument, silly. I don't know about you folks, but my feeling is that if God (if He does exist and gives a rat's anus about the fortunes and follies of man) wanted a piece of granite standing in our court and state houses, He could put one there Himself without the help of Mr. Moore and without spending my tax dollars on them. Since I haven't heard of any such monuments falling from the sky, I'm just going to assume that God, like myself, doesn't give a shit one way or the other.

Enter Roy Moore, his devoted admirers, various anti-Christian forces, church/state separation advocates, a host of media reps, and an over-reaching federal judge in a pear tree. All of them determined to give enough of a shit to make the rest of us vomit in terror. Is this politics or Sunday school? Is it even legal for me to ask that question?
Outside of the most extreme 10% on either side of the political spectrum, who really cares if the rock is inside the building or outside the building? Ladies and gentlemen, I submit to you that an eyesore is an eyesore regardless of where you place it. I think I speak for a majority of people when I say that smacking all those above-mentioned people upside the head with a pillowcase full of weasel shit would not only be great entertainment, it would be a public service worthy of high praise.

The hell of it is, Moore may actually be the best candidate in a field so distasteful that God Himself has probably considered dropping monuments on each and every one of them. Riley is a lying, spineless RINO who sold his soul to special interests on his first day in office and tried to force huge tax hikes on Alabamians on his second. Siegelman is a crook who is still fending off corruption charges from his own short-lived stint as governor, but is the only candidate even willing to consider a state lottery (lotteries are evil, ya know. eeeevilll). And Baxley is a complete dumbass who managed to get elected Lt. governor on the strength of name recognition (the Baxleys are a big deal in AL) and despite having had a large portion of her frontal lobe removed sometime after marrying into the Baxley family but before she began speaking in public.

All of which makes not a bit of difference as nearly all polls (excluding the poll on Siegelman's website, which had Moore up by 3 points as of yesterday) show Moore with double digit leads over any and all comers. He was a shoo-in before he even announced.
Moore has become a folkhero in this state, he symbolizes authority and rebellion all at the same time to a great many people. Its an amazing thing to witness. This state is as red as any, solid Bush country to be sure. But the average Roy Moore fanatic would happily stomp on Bush's balls and grind them with his or her heel for a chance to shake Moore's hand. Rumors of a Moore candidacy have been around for months, a constant buzz that climaxed yesterday when he finally made it official. Ever since then, it seems that a great many folks can barely restrain the urge to break out in spontaneous ticker-tape parades. I've been following politics since I was 16 and I've never seen anything quite like the Roy Moore revolution that's going on in AL today.
The election is a mere formality and I'm sure that sculptors across the state are sharpening their chisels and boning up on their commandment knowledge.

*sigh*

To Moore's credit, he at least feins an interest in discussing issues not related to or contained within the ten commandments. As he made the rounds on the local talk radio shows today I was taken aback by the things callers kept asking him about. He was called 'The Ten Commandments Governor,' he was asked to recount the weeks when the commandmentgate scandal was raging. He was repeatedly told that he was a 'soldier of God' and asked about biblical scriptures. Many a stout sounding redneck professed love for him.

But its not just white, card carrying members of the Christian right behind Moore. Its black Christian democrats. Its hispanics. Its average Joe and Jane Alabamian who don't even go to church, but by God they support Roy Moore and his ten commandments monument. To all those people and more he has attained a status above mortal man, he's a prophet and a savior rolled into one. He's all that, a bag of chips, and tickets to Talladega.

The state desperately needs someone who will stand up to the special interests that have way too many state reps in their pockets, expose the rampant corruption in the legislature, and bring some semblance of accountability to the state's political class. Roy Moore could very well be that someone, or he might run the state into the ground and treat us all to news footage of himself being carted off by federal agents after defiantly trying to wheel huge monuments into the state house with a rope and some handtrucks.
Either way, unless he sprouts horns and a tail, I doubt his approval rating will drop below 65%.

Moore may be the perfect man for this job at this time, but its just as possible that he intends to launch a crusade in the name of God and the ten commandments that will succeed only in making the state a laughingstock and pissing me right the fuck off.
There is no doubt; Moore will be elected, the question is- will Roy Moore serve his term or will his God serve it for him?
Alabama has enough God, hell, we've got a God surplus, what we need is a governor.

A short assessment of Katrina reactions

I had originally made these comments at Chronwatch.com, but decided after a few days that it really should go here. Well, this VRWNZC (For those of you who are new, that stands for Vast Right Wing Negrocon Zionist Conspiracy) co-founder is going to share his thoughts on this little "BLAME GAME" the leftists started and now everyone BUT President Bush is getting involved in.

I have done a little re-assessing of the Katrina aftermath and the woeful unpreparedness of local, state, and federal officials. I will be briefly addressing each level in the next few paragraphs. After that, I will give my assessment of what might need changing.

First, local, particularly New Orleans:

Mayor Nagin should have, at the very latest, on the day before the storm hit, ORDERED the city's school bus drivers to head to work, get their buses, and go start getting people out. This could have been done at designated points in the poorest areas where many could not get gas money together or had no vehicles. Also, Nagin should not have been yapping so much after the storm went through. Local reaction and response in New Orleans was horrid, but one can make a case for it being bad due to the fact that the command center Mayor Nagin might have used was taken out by the storm and levee breakage. Thus, after the storm, local law enforcement and city officials would not have had proper communications for several hours after the storm.

State: The delayed response of the Governors of Louisiana and Mississippi were absolutely unacceptable, particularly in the case of the governor of Louisiana. There seemed to be NO move on the part of the governor either to call in the National Guard NOR to get the state police into the area *by boat, if need be* to assist the NOPD. For about three days AFTER the storm, the Governor of Louisiana seemd to sit on her hands with her thumbs up her arse, doing nothing. Unlike Mayor Nagin of New Orleans, who did arguably have the problem of no command center or communications available due to the storm knocking both out, the Governor in Baton Rouge really had NO such trouble facing her. It took the President of the United States getting the Coast Guard and the Department of Defense *To whom homeland security should belong, in my NEVER to be HUMBLE opinion* before either governor made any substantive moves.

Federal: By set-up, the President generally is allowed to order state National Guard units into an action when there is a pressing National Security need or when the governor of a state is physically incapacitated and unable to deal. FEMA's response was a running joke! Homeland Security seemed to have no clue whatsoever. It fell to the good old Department of Defense to come and start getting stuff straightened out.

My point? There's enough "blame" to go around. Most of it lies with the State governments; a fair portion of the remainder goes to local government; most of what's left for blame sits squarely on the shoulders of Homeland Security for not acting at all in the matter *yes, I know the Coast guard was there and helping out *. Any remaining blame that might go to the President is simply in his trusting that state officials would act as they should.

Someone mentioned the Secretary of State as needing to take some of the blame. NOPE. The Department of State is not set up, nor Constitutionally expected, to deal with internal matters. It is not supposed to. It is supposed to deal with the foreign policy and foreign offers. If there is a cabinet member who SHOULD have been involved, it is the Secertary of the Interior (Though, again, the Department of the Interior doesn't have that kind of authority as it would need).

My suggestions for making things more efficient in the event of such an event happening in the future:

All of this makes me wonder what the purpose of the Homeland Security department really is. If it is border defense and such, THAT should really go to the Department of Defense. If it is dealing with natural disasters, infrastructure failures and the like, that should be the province of the Department of the Interior. If it is dealing with criminal elements who take advantage for their own selfish materialistic ends, that should, in fact, rest with Justice or with Defense.

My recommendation would be to move the Coast Guard permanently to the Department of Defense, along with the US Border Patrol. Coast Guard directly to the Department of the Navy, and the US Border Patrol to the Department of the Army.

FEMA and its ilk should be sent squarely to the Department of the Interior. The INS should be shunted to the Justice Department, and the President should be given the authority to IMMEDIATELY order state National Guard units into action the minute a natural disaster occurs.

Just my thoughts.

DS's Inferno

Well, I've been away for a while... but now I'm back.

I'm going to ease back into the swing of things with this somewhat light-hearted, though dourly serious rewriting of Dante's Commedia: Inferno. No, I'm not going to rewrite the book. I'm just going to tinker with the levels of the Inferno and its punishments, crimes, and residents. Here we go:


Gate:

Welcome to the land of suffering. Through me is the way to the eternal pain. Through me is the interstate of those forever lost. Justice urged on my architect; My creator was the Top Power, the Wisest of All, and the First Love. Before I was built only the Eternal existed, and I'm ALWAYS open. Fughettabout hope, y'all who gotta be here."

Vestibule:

This is for those suckas who never took a stand in their entire sorry existences. In fact, these folks ain't even remembered no more. Their names are lost to all.

River Acheron:

Charon the ferry pilot picks up lost souls here and shuttles them across to the other side, where they get to stand and face Minos, the hellish judge of the lost. Think of Judge Judy on crack! (Of course, some folks get to just move in a little from the bank to hang around in the best part of that town; Limbo Acres.

Limbo Acres:

Blah suburban living. Really, this is outside the metropolitan area, and out in the country. By far the best neighborhood one can live in here. Mostly these are unbaptized babies, virtuous pagans, and a few of the nicer infidels who, by virtue of their magnanimity and kindness, didn't get sent into the city or into its near suburbs. Here you can chill out and talk with Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, and Saladin, among other notables. The Old Testament prophets and good kings used to live here, but once Jesus was crucified and resurrected, they got to move on up to the deluxe apartments in the sky.

Minos:

He listens to each lost sinner and decides where they get to suffer forever. He used to wrap a tail around him once for each circle of descent into Hell the sinner had to pass to get to where he or she would be stuck. However, with the 21st century, he's upgraded his style... now he just pimp-slaps the sinner once for each level of descent said person must make. Then he punches the info into his desktop PC, gets a routing map and sends the sinner on his or her not-so-merry way.

Circle 2: Lustful

This is the place for all the unrepentant horndogs. Since they couldn't keep it in their pants (or couldn't keep their panties on) for long, and because they let their sex drive rule them in life, the poor saps here get to ride the tornadoes and fierce winds that blow throughout the level. Two 13th Century lovers, Francesca da Rimini and Paolo Malatesta are stuck here, as is Cleopatra, Paris, and several porn stars who have passed on unrepentant. *Some speculate that Bill Clinton is going to be sent here upon his death, as well.*

Circle 3: Gluttonous

$3.99 for all you can eat sound good to you? Would you rather pig out than get laid? Do you prefer eating and drinking to everything else? Well, keep it up, and you'll get to spend eternity here, wallowing in slushy, muddy sleet and ice. Yeah, this gives meaning to the term "cold turkey." (This actually isn't too bad, because as you'll see later, there are MUCH colder places) You can bet that there are many "competitive eaters" in this place... it's worse than the last level we visited, for certain. Of course, it doesn't help that you get this nasty three-headed dog clawing and biting ya every so often, either. Oh, and one more thing... you don't get to close ya mouth here. You gotta eat this stuff... forever.

Circle 4: Avaricious

Are you a tightwad? Are you one of those folks who likes to accumulate loads of cash, but then doesn't want to spend ANY of it for ANY reason? Or, are you one of those folks who gets money and then blows it on useless stuff? If these fit you, welcome to Circle 4. Here the tightwads and the big spenders get to roll boulders toward each other. When the two crash, the big spenders ask the tightwads, "Why do you hoard?" and the tightwads ask the big spenders "Why do you waste?" Definintely not a place for one to stay out of shape for long.

Circle 5: Hotheads and Sad Sacks

This circle holds those easily angered folks. You know the type... they get mad at the least little thing. They just CAN'T seem to stay calm and peaceful. Of course, this place also holds those mopey people who are NEVER happy with ANYTHING. The anger management group members fight each other all the time, while the morosely depressed people get to lie under the mud on the banks of the Styx and gurgle like swamp gas.

River Styx:
Getting across is something of a task. Phlegyas figures he's got more souls to torment, but instead, he's only got our tourists long enough to shuttle them across the Styx. Of course, once ya reach the other bank, the demons are gonna want to deny you entry. They'll even try to bring the head of Medusa out to turn you to stone. Of course, if you're on this tour as a living person, it means you could die here. Don't fear too much, however, because God's sending help. An angel will come and force open the gate and rebuke and chastise the naysyers. Now, ya get to the City itself: Dis!

Circle 6: Heretics

These are folks who have twisted the Gospel, come up with doctrinal falsehoods, and generally led folks astray by teaching lies! The folks here get buried alive in VERY HOT graves. What really sucks about this is that you don't even get to have a PRIVATE grave.... they just throw new folks on top of ya. You can also forget about air conditioning or even the joy of bathing...

Circle 7: Violent People

Now, this isn't the place where those who need anger management classes are sent. NO, this is for those deliberately violent and cruel folks. It's divided into three sections: One for those who were violent and abusive to neighbors (Look for folks like Idi Amin, Pol Pot, Stalin, and maybe some of your neighbors in life.); one for those folks who were violent or abusive to themselves (suicides generally come here); and a section for those who were violent or abusive to God, nature and art (though Dante places counterfeiters here, I would also include Hitler, Lenin, Marx, and a couple of folks I knew growing up).

Now, for beating up and abusing your fellow humans, you will get to live in a river of clotting, putrefying, hot blood. Some are only up to their ankles, while others are further submerged, with a few (Alexander the Great, Al Capone, Nathan Bedford Forrest, Josef Mengele, Idi Amin, Stalin, and Pol Pot come to mind in particular) are nearly drowned in the stuff. Trying to escape will be useless, as Centaurs patrol the banks with submachine guns to shoot down anyone trying to flee. Chiron will come up and talk to ya, then get you an escort so that the other centaurs don't molest ya while you're touring the place.

Those who overly abuse themselves or commit suicide *without a very good reason, I will modify* are bereft of their bodies, and tossed willy-nilly to the circle, where they get to become gnarled trees and bushes. Of course, there are others who commit suicide by forcing others to kill them (suicide by cop, charging into battle simply to get killed, banzai charges) for no other reason than that they want to be dead. They get to be chased through the forest by wild ferocious animals.

Now, for those whose violence was against nature *abuse of natural resources simply because they're there*, art *making fakes and passing them off as real*, or God Himself *really a stupid thing to do* get to run across burning sand that's laid over electically-heated steel (note that I am modifying the punishment somewhat) while fire rains down on them. Here stay the loan sharks, homosexuals/lesbians, and counterfieters. Also those who blaspheme the Holy Spirit get to spend eternity here.

Circle 8: Fraudulent

This wonderful spot is divided into nine separate areas, each with its own punishments. Horned demons whip the seducers and pimps and ho's; hypocrites get flashy-looking suits to walk around in. However, these are lined with lead... very heavy lead. This makes it hard to move, and you gotta keep on walking forever round and round.

Grifters, corrupt accountants, lawyers *evil ones, anyway*, and the like get to swim in boiling tar. Don't even think of raising yourself up above the level you are sentenced to be inundated up to, because some very upset and very sadistic demons will come and snatch ya up and do all kinds of nasty things to ya.

People who try to buy their way into Heaven, or sell entry to heaven, (Simonists) are dropped upside down into holes in the ground where oil and flame "baptises" their feet, so they spend a lot of time kicking and screaming. Of course, when they decide to drop a new sinner in, you get pushed into the cracks of the hole lining. No stretching out here!

If you think these other folks have it bad, wait until you get to see what you brown-nosers, fortune tellers, and "psychics" get to do. Thieves get attacked by snakes that bite them. This turns the theif into a snake, while the snake becomes a human. This is a very PAINFUL process.

Brown-nosers get to wallow in human excrement *that's right, piss and shit and snot*; others will get sores and scabs and leprosy and scabies and all those fun things that make ya scratch yourself always.

Of course, there are some who sow political and religious discord. These get hacked by a demon with a sword. Muhammad and Ali are among that sad lot. This sword-carrying tormentor hacks sinners in various creative ways, so that some look like a dissected cadaver, while others look like medieval battle injuries. It ain't pretty folks.

Circle 9: Traitors

Now to the bottom of the matter. If the others above ya seem to have it bad, and they do, wait until what awaits tratiors! There are four types kept here:

Traitors to family are in the outermost part, called Caina (for Cain, the first to betray a family member by murdering Abel, his brother). This lovely place has the lost souls frozen up to various regions of the body in ice. Talk about cold storage! The wind whips across the place and keeps everyone frozen in place.

Further in (and thus, farther from God) are the traitors to Country. You can bet Benedict Arnold, Julius and Ethel Rosenberg, and most of the Confederate leadership is here. (Look for Jefferson Davis to be cooling his heels in here). One particular pair is Count Ugolino and Archbishop Ruggieri. Ugolino is busy eating away at the skull and brain of Ruggieri, because Ruggieri, after getting Ugolino to betray his country, locked him and his family away in a dungeon, sealed it up, and let them starve to death. *Read the Commedia:Inferno for details on THAT little story*

Leaving Anternora (the second area of this frozen lake called Cocytus) we now tour Ptolomea. This area is reserved for those who betray their hosts and/or their guests. Hospitality is a very good thing, because one is putting their safety in the hands of another, either as a host or as a guest. Those who abuse that trust are sent here. Just about everyone is in the ice up to their necks as the cold wind freezes their tears to their faces, causing their eyes to shut. In fact, if you aren't careful while walking through here, you could easily end up kicking one of these sinners in the head *If you happen to be alive and taking the tour, you could really hurt someone*.

Now, we depart from Antenora to Judecca, where those who betray their masters for no good reason get to spend eternity. Everyone here is COMPLETELY frozen in ice, some laying prone, others standing up, and some bent in ways that a contortionist would envy. Oh, did I say EVERYONE was frozen completely in ice? Well, I spoke too soon, because there are FOUR traitors who are not completely frozen in ice, though three wish they were.

In the center of Hell, frozen up to his waist in the MIDDLE of the lake, is Satan! He, as the source of all sin and evil, is the center of gravity for the Dantean universe. He's got one head with three faces: One red, one yellow and one black. In each mouth he chews a sinner. The three unfortunate wretches are Brutus, Cassius (the two who led the assassination of Julius Caesar) and Judas Iscariot (the disciple who betrayed Jesus, and for whom this section is named. Judas is in head-first, and is being clawed by Satan as he's being chewed on. Brutus and Cassius hang from the other two faces, simply being chewed while their heads and shoulders hang outside.

Oh, about the wind that keeps this place frozen. Satan is to blame for this. He's furiously beating his batlike wings in order to try to escape. Ironically, it's the wind generated by this flapping of wings that keeps the lake frozen in the first place, and thus keeps him entrapped.

Congratulations! You've completed your tour of the Inferno. Just one problem: How are ya gonna get out? Well, if you're dead and haven't been called upon to lead a living sinner who is repentant through the place, you aren't getting out. You are stuck here forever.

If you are a living tourist, well, there are two ways out: You can go back the way you came *are you sure you wanna do that?* or you can take the express route. The express route: Climb down the furry body of Satan and then, once you've passed the centerpoint of gravity, turn around halfway through the climb down and start climbing up. You'll come to the side of the river Lethe, which flows down from the top of Purgatory, carrying away the washed away sins and impurities of those repentant sinners who have made it to Paradise through Purgatory. Follow the river upstream and you will soon find yourself on the side of an EXTREMELY tall mountain of Purgatory.

The New Cold War

Vast Right Wing NegroCon Zionist Conspiracy

Months past its due date, the Pentagon’s annual report to Congress on China's military power is a mix of sugary talk, grasping strategic musings, and sobering facts. This analytic confusion explains the divergent news accounts of the report when it was released on July 19. The New York Times, for example, reported that the Defense Department had concluded that "China has not yet built the military power to have full confidence it can achieve its political objectives regarding Taiwan." In contrast, the Washington Post led with "Chinese Buildup Seen as Threat to Region," and focused on China's expanded ability to target the United States with nuclear weapons.

The one thing that is clear is that publication of this year's Annual Report on the Military Power of the People's Republic of China was delayed while its more alarming conclusions about China's strategic intent were toned down. You have to think that some or all of the higher-ups in the Bush administration's foriegn policy team had a hand in glossing over the reality of the situation.

The resulting muddle is captured in the report's first substantive section ("Understanding China's Strategy"), which begins: "The EP-3 incident in April 2001 damaged U.S.-China relations. Thereafter, the United States developed a cooperative and constructive relationship with China in which the United States has stressed the values of candor and transparency."
That and two bucks and twenty cents might get you a gallon of gas, but it ain't gonna get shit in the way of strategic cooperation from the Chi-comms.
The report goes on to note China's role in the Six-Party talks with North Korea, its participation in talks to deal with its WTO compliance problems, the soon-to-begin, new "senior dialogue" between Deputy Secretary of State Robert Zoellick and China's vice foreign minister Dai Bingguo, and expanded military-to-military exchanges.

Putting aside for a moment the dubious choice of begining a discussion of China's larger strategic intentions with the forced downing of an American spy plane more than four years ago, the list of supposedly constructive developments is itself revealing. It shows how hard the administration has to search for good news, and even then, the list it comes up with is undenyably short.

A more accurate picture would take note of China's dramatic increases in military expeditures, its noncompliance with its pledges to the World Trade Organization, its failure to use its leverage with North Korea to end Pyongyang's game of nuclear Russian roulette, its continuing refusal to abide by human rights and refugee conventions it has signed, its slightly-better-than-Hitler's nonproliferation record, its use of Chinese nationalism to browbeat Japan and demonize the US, its refusal to cooperate with the other great powers in the Proliferation Security Initiative, its obstructionist policies on Sudan, Iran, Zimbabwe, and Burma, and of course its repeated threats to use military force to unify Taiwan with the mainland--and, if need be, let loose a hail of neclear missiles to prevent the US from intervening to stop a forcible reunification.
Strangely enough, these facts were not given the weight they deserved in the report.

What is new in this year’s report is the finding that China's military buildup has begun to have serious implications not only for the cross-strait balance of power but also for the region as a whole.

The People's Liberation Army possesses a growing fleet of nuclear and diesel submarines, has 650-730 mobile ballistic missiles, and is working on aerial refueling for a significant percentage of its 2,600 combat aircraft. Toss in new and improved command, control, and communication systems and over-the-horizon targeting capabilities, and the picture that emerges is a China with military capabilities that are not just geared toward Taiwan, or southeast Asia, for that matter. They have their sites set on superpower status and they're getting there quicker than anyone imagined they could.

The report suggests that these capabilities "could pose a credible threat to other modern militaries operating in the region . . . over the long term, if current trends persist," and blah blah blah. They're fucking communists! Not schoolyard bullies wadding up a particularly slimey spitball, they're commies and they have nukes aimed at us. Jebus.
They make it sound like China has gotten where it is purely on accident rather than through years of exponential spending increases on their military, spying on and in US facilities, and funding three successive democratic presidential candidates. That shit ain't cheap.
When Chinese ships and subs begin surfacing in Japanese home waters--as they have--the signal being sent to Japan and the region is as clear as the botox in John Kerry's face.

What's not new in the report is China's increasing military capacity to bring Taiwan to its knees. Last year's report judged that China could force Taiwan to accept unification with the mainland under certain conditions: "The campaign could succeed--barring third-party intervention--if Beijing were willing to accept the political, economic, diplomatic, and military costs that an invasion would produce." The point here is that Beijing does not believe a full-fledged invasion would be necessary to accomplish its goal. Rather, the PLA leadership, according to their own statements, think a combination of ballistic-missile, special-operation, and aerial strikes would be sufficient to shock Taiwan's population and leadership into accepting Beijing's version of "one China."

For similar reasons, China is working hard to develop the capacity to blockade Taiwan. The submarine modernization program that the report details is extensive. Chinese naval journals indicate a deep interest in blockading operations, and pay close attention to the vulnerabilities of Taiwan's island economy.

Such scenarios, of course, raise the question of what role the US would or would not want to play in turning back Chinese aggression. Here, too, the answer is clear as the nose on Michael Jackson's face: China's military knows that it must be able to prevent, or at least severely complicate, the US Navy's use of its aircraft carriers. To this end, China's antiship cruise missile force is growing by leaps and bounds. It has begun to field high-end, supersonic and subsonic cruise missiles on its new destroyers, attack boats, and submarines. The report alledges that China is in the mid to late stages of developing maneuverable, multiple-entry warheads, capable of eluding any anti-missile defense systems we currently employ, to hit our carrier battle groups.
9-11 was bad, but imagine losing an aircraft carrier and its crew of 3,000 to 6,000 sailors under enemy fire in a skirmish to defend Taiwan. 50% of Americans couldn't point Taiwan out on a map of Taiwan.


China still lags behind the American military's ability to project force on a global scale. But, in truth, when it comes to China's close-in waters, no serious American naval planner believes it would be safe sailing for American surface combatants, even as things stand today, much less at the end of yet another decade full of 12% annual military spending increases on the part of China. As one PLA general remarked: "We have the ability to deal with any US carriers that dare to get into our range of fire."
Well maybe they do and maybe they don't. The crux of the China problem is that we really don't know. The report is full of numbers, but they're all estimates or, even worse, they rely on what the Chinese are telling us. If they tell us they increased military spending by 12% it could have really been a 20% increase. They could be shoveling cash into the hungry mouths of genetically engineered superchinkers and we'd never know it thanks to Clinton's zeal for slashing the intelligence budget.

The report also details China's programs to upgrade its intercontinental ballistic missile force with new solid-fuel, road-mobile missiles and new sea-based, submarine-launched systems. Thanks again to Bill Clinton for selling China the super computers that enable Chinese warheads to be accurate enough to hit your front porch, but leave your noisy neighbor's house standing.
The net effect will be more survivable, more accurate, and more lethal nuclear and conventional capabilities--aimed primarily at the United States.
As General Zhu Chenghu, dean of China's National Defense University, not so subtly reminded American visitors last month: "Should the United States intervene in a conflict between China and Taiwan, the Americans will have to be prepared that hundreds of their cities will be destroyed by Chinese nuclear weapons."
Try finding that quote in your fortune cookie without shitting yourself.

Combine the PLA's fascination with "carrier killing," its ability to degrade severely the operational utility of U.S. air bases in Japan through missile strikes, its aggressive pursuit of space and counterspace capabilities, and its upgraded nuclear arsenal, and you have a military that believes it has or is close to having the means to make any American president think twice before going to Taiwan's rescue. Especially a president presiding over a large US force in Iraq, enduring lackluster public support for his foreign policy, and dealing with a hostile media. Bush could fart in Taiwan's general direction and Ted Kennedy would be calling him a drunken murderer without a hint of irony.

Lazily, the U.S. government has accepted the Chinese propaganda line that these trends in Chinese military modernization are first designed to deter Taiwan "from moving toward defacto "independence.'" Never mind that only a small minority in Taiwan supports taking that step. China almost certainly would not be seeking these military capabilities to support a policy of mere deterrence. A few hundred missiles aimed at Tiawan could do that.
Obviously, China is interested in deterring Taiwan from declaring independence, but, more significantly, it is interested in pursuing its stated goal of "reuniting" Taiwan with the motherland--and it is in relation to this goal that the PLA's actions and plans make sense.

The Chinese communist leadership has made clear time and again that it will not tolerate a prolonged separation of Taiwan from the mainland, and it has tasked the PLA, as earlier Pentagon reports indicated, with providing real military options. As this year's report notes (and as China's recent adoption of the Anti-Secession law essentially codifies): "The Chinese communist party came to power on its credentials as a defender of Chinese sovereignty; its leaders appear to see progress--or perhaps, the absence of failure--on the Taiwan issue as affecting the legitimacy of their rule."

But rather than face the facts presented in the report about the character and scope of China's military buildup, the tendency among our elected leaders is to wash over them with sound bites about our relationship with China being "good but complex." Or worse, a "strategic partnership."

The day after the report was issued, in response to a question about the cross-strait military balance, Marine general Peter Pace, vice chairman of the Joint Chiefs, said, "There's lots of countries in the world that have the capacity to wage war, but very few have the intent to do so. . . . There's absolutely no reason for us to believe there is any ill intent on China's part."
Absolutely? Positively? Once again: They're fucking communists! There's lots of bloated fatasses right here in this country that have the capacity to take a foul smelling shit...but do they intend to?
Lets all hang out in their toilet with a wait and see attitude, shall we?

For one thing, as these annual Pentagon reports have repeatedly pointed out, China shrouds its military plans and senior decision-making in secrecy. But what we can observe could hardly lead anyone with a working brain cell to think that we should be so confident about China's intentions. After all, this is the country that now ranks second in the world (behind the US) in overall defense spending, and the one that has increased its military budget fastest over the past two decades, with growth in military expenditures outpacing even China's own remarkable growth in GDP. General Pace had better hope his statement doesn't go down in history alongside George Tenet's now infamous, "It's a slam dunk, Mr. President."

One theme that was added to this year's report is that China is at a "strategic crossroads." It faces one path leading to peaceful integration with its region and the world, the other to competition with the other significant powers in the region and with the United States.
In one respect, this is quite true: Theoretically, any power, at any time, can choose to alter its relationships with the outside world. But the data at the heart of the Pentagon's report suggest that China is not at any crossroads; rather, it is already headed down a path previously taken by other autocratic, rapidly rising national powers.

In reality, it is more accurate to say that the United States is at a strategic crossroads when it comes to China. With our plate full around the globe, we are understandably reluctant to raise publicly the prospect of a new great power competition. Nevertheless, the administration is doing quite a bit to contain Chinese military power--our upgraded relations with India, Vietnam, Singapore, and Australia are cases in point as is our eagerness to see Japan rearm. But reluctance of our leaders in Washington to admit this publicly to us or to our allies, and their rosy rhetoric about our "constructive" relationship with Beijing, leave us at a disadvantage as China ratchets up the competition. As a practical matter, this attitude often leaves us a day late and a dollar short when it comes to facing down adversaries.

Nor is our position sustainable. Beijing is not blind to our reaching out to the powers in the region. For China, the competition began long ago. The Pentagon's report provides ample evidence that this is the case, but then ducks the obvious conclusion in favor of a sugarcoated version of reality.

This is the new cold war.

Okay.
I'm done.

The London attacks and the British resolve.

It has been several days since the attacks in London, and I'm just now getting around to commenting about it. As most of you know, nearly 50 people are dead, with hundreds more injured. London's underground system is closed in places, and the British people are in shock.

My heart goes out to the Londoners. They have suffered much in their long history, from fires and plagues to aerial bombardments to civil wars. The good old town of London holds in its memories two millenia of history. Celts, Romans, Angles, Saxons, Normans, Danes, Scots, and Americans have all, at one time or another, had their troops in the city. In the cases of the Celts and Americans, the invasions were more friendly and cordial. The Romans, Angles, Saxons, Normans and Danes have been hostile, while the Scots have been there under duress.

In its long history, the City of London, and by extension, the Realm of England/Great Britain/United Kingdom has withstood it all. The people have gotten back to life and moved forward. So they will do now. They are not like the Spaniards, who caved and ran from Iraq after the Madrid bombings. In fact, if there's any people the British are like in the entire world, it is the American people... or maybe we Americans are like the British. A tough, independent-minded people who will not allow others to push them around.

The people who attacked London on July 7, 2005 are, most likely, Islamists/Islamofascists *for me the two are interchangeable*. They hoped to do to the British what they did to the Spaniards. Get them to cower, run for cover, and retreat back into their shell. Apparently, these folks never studied English/British History. The Brits don't cower and run... they stand up and hit back. Ruthlessly. Don't believe me, ask the Germans what happened to their cities when they attacked the British. Ask the French what happened to Napoleon when he decided to tangle with Britain. Ask the French about the Hundred Years' War (which the French won in the same manner that the North Vietnamese won in Vietnam: By political pressures at home in England and the United States, respectively, forcing the leaders to pull out.)

Now, the only people ever to really beat the English/British were the Americans. Why? Because we're just like them. (though the War of 1812 was more of a draw, and a war neither side really wanted, but just stumbled into) One reason the Anglo-American alliance has been as strong as it has been is because we're too alike. Neither the British nor the Americans respond too well to being hit. The symbols for Britain are not the lion and the bulldog for NOTHING. Ever tangle with a bulldog? You'll know what I mean.

The Islamists, if they thought they could do to the British what they did to the Spaniards, are complete idiots. They violently underestimate the anchors of the West: Freedom of Religion, Freedom of Speech, Freedom of Government, and Freedom of Person. These were hard-won over the centuries, and the British, like the Americans, are loath to just hand them over to some goat-herding religious fanatics who believe they should rule the world and be free to do whatever they want to whomever they want. The British will fight back. They will do so with the same tenacity as always. They will not allow their "left" to tie one arm behind their back, but will strike hard, ruthlessly, and without remorse. The day of the Islamofascist being able to cow nations into quietness, if not outright surrender, are fast ending.

In fact, this attack, like September 11, 2001, reminds me of a cartoon I saw on a website a while back. There are three Islamofascists with assault rifles cheering the 9/11/01 attacks. They're all celebrating, while a fourth holds a book that says "Japan in World War II." The one reading the book has a fearful look on his face, and the caption says, "Hey! Did you guys read the LAST chapter of this book?" Get the hint, folks?

There will be a reckoning. The British people will stand up, dust themselves off, and start hitting back. As an American of African descent, I am proud to say that England/Britain is our ally! If I gotta go into a back alley against a group of Islamist thugs with only one non-American person on my side, I want a Brit next to me! Not a Frenchman, not a Spaniard, not a German, nor a Chinaman, maybe not even a Zulu (though if that Zulu is anything like Shaka, I'll take him along, too). I want a soccer-loving, fish-and-chips eating, tea drinkin, stout guzzling, cricket-playin, dart-throwin Briton at my side.

Islamofascists, beware! The Wrath of God is being sent out for you, and He's using the British and the Americans to punish you! Hitting the USA was your biggest mistake. Hitting the UK is you compounding your stupidity and asking for annihilation. Get ready to "meet Allah!"

Raise high the Stars and Stripes and the Union Jack! Let the world know that the Anglophones are pissed, and they're coming to take heads and scrotums. Stand strong, Londoners! The hour of reckoning is come.

Excerpt #3

This is the third installment of excerpts from the new story I am working on... Enjoy!



USS RONALD REAGAN, MEDITERRANEAN SEA 22 JUNE 2010 1124HRS

The flight deck hums with activity. Ordnance teams arm aircraft as they are being fuelled, while pilots finish their briefings. The entire ship is alive with the actions of war.

In her own world stands a petite red-haired woman, her thoughts drifting back in time. She remembers that terrible day nearly a decade ago: The day she lost nearly everyone who mattered in her life. Orphaned and alone, the teenaged Maria LeBarne was bereft of all support and comfort. On that day, her destiny was decided. She swore to destroy that which, to her, was responsible for the loss of her parents, grandparents, brothers and baby sister.

It was the baby sister she was most sorry for, and angry about. Leanna was only a month old on September 11, 2001. She and her parents and grandparents were due back from Washington, DC that evening, having spent a week with her brothers, both of whom worked at the Pentagon. How ironic it was that the instrument of her brothers' demise was the exact plane on which the rest of her family was due to come home on. It was not lost on her that the entire family died in the same fiery crash. All but her brother Arnold, who survived the initial attack. He lived long enough for her to get to DC to see him. She remembers, too, the last words he spoke to her.

"Ain't that a bitch?! The plane used to kill us was the one Mom and Dad, Grandma and Grandpa and baby Leanna was on... You're the one, Maria... make us proud..."

He died right afterward. She cried and mourned, and the day after she buried the entire family. She swore to avenge them all.

She came back to the present and walked toward her F/A-18. Today's targets were all in Cairo, but it had been standing orders that mosques were off limits. They were to go after strictly military targets; a restriction that rankled her. Orders were orders, however, and she always successfully fought the urge to destroy a mosque or two.

The word came down, however, that the misson had been changed. As Maria climbed into the cockpit, CPT Jonas called her up. "Intelligence has reported that Gen. Ibn Bin-Qadi will be at the Grand Mosque at 1500 local time. You, LT LeBarne, are tasked with taking him out. Happy Hunting!"

The day Maria had dreamed of for almost nine years had come. She would have her revenge. Her family would soon be able to rest in peace.

Minutes later, as she took off, Maria thought about all the dead the Islamofascists had made so. Her trian of musing was interrupted by a yelp of surprise.

"We got inbound aircraft at 50 miles!" a voice called out.
"I'm on it!" announced another pilot.

Streaking ahead of the formation, two F-14s raced for the threat. At ten miles out from the Egyptian coastline, the first of the enemy MiGs fired. The second F-14 dove sharply, causing the missile to skid across the sky as it followed the escaping fighter.

The action now became fast and furious as the two groups of aircraft joined battle. One of the F/A-18s fired, and a MiG and pilot ceased to exist. Another MiG turned away and fled south toward Cairo. By this time, however, LT Maria LeBarne and her wingman, LJG Watson Andros were past Alexandria and beginning the bomb run.

"Target Acquired," LT LeBarne announced.
"Acknowledged, Lieutenant," Andros replied.
"5...4...3...2...1...Bombs Away!"
"All right, Maria, let's get on out..."

Andros never finished the statement, as his plane blossomed into a bright orange fireball. The force of the blast flipped Maria's fighter, which, incidentally, saved her. Two missiles aimed at her flew away to the greater source of heat: the fireball that had once been Lieutenant Junior Grade Watson Andros.

Maria regained control of her aircraft. In a matter of seconds, she turned, fired, and sent one of the offending Islamofascists right to Hell.

In the Grand Mosque, General Ibn Bin-Qadi knelt, prostrated himself, and began his prayers. In his supreme confidence, Bin-Qadi was oblicious to the crash of a 2000-lb napalm bomb through the dome of the mosque. Bin-Qadi saw only the bright yellow light in front of his face, and felt very warm, indeed. His clothing began to burn, and finally, his skin and hair. The last sensations he had were searing heat, intensifying pain, and the smell of his own flesh roasting.

The second bomb had missed its mark, slamming into a hospital nearby. Flames swept through the halls and into the maternity ward. Mothers nursing newborns, babies coming out of the womb and staff members all followed Gen. Bin-Qadi into the Kingdom of Death.

Flying out from Cairo, LT LeBarne passed over the Pyramids, turned, and headed back to the carrier. As she left the Egyptian coast, her radar detected an enemy plane following her. The threat closed in and she turned to face it.

"Infidel!" the enemy pilot shouted over the radio. "You have desecrated our sacred mosque and destroyed a hospital. Now, you will pay for General Bin-Qadi's death!"

"You're about to get killed by a woman," she taunted back.

Enraged, the Islamofascist hit the afterburners and closed in on her. She did the same and raced toward her attacker, flying right past him. She then flew into the sun and made the MiG chase her. After about 10 miles LT LeBarne turned back, locked on, and opened up with an AMRAM-2.

The enemy pilot threw out flares, trying to deflect the missile. It failed, however, and he was forced to run. Seeing his opportunity, he fired off two missiles. LT LeBarne easily dodged the first, but the second was more troublesome. She was forced to drop altitude to less than 50 feet.

This was wavetop level, but it was sufficient to cause the missile to plunge into the sea. LeBarne continued back towards the USS Ronald Reagan, her pursuer going right along with her. She rose to an altitude of 20,000 feet and then the Islamofascist spoke again.

"I commend you on your skill, infidel, but you must now die like the dog you are," he declared.

With afterburners still going, LT LeBarne led the enemy on. He was gaining, and she knew that the had but two chances at survival. Reaching the fleet was the safer option, but that might not happen in time. So she took the second, more hazardous option.

She shut down the afterburners and then cut engine power to a near stall. Nose up, she seemed to stop moving completely, and then it happened. The enemy pilot shot right past her, which was bad news for him, because she locked on and let loose with her last two missiles.

The Death-dealers streaked in, and he knew he was a goner. He weaved and bobbed and could see the missiles flying around him. He kept on trying to elude the missiles, trying to postpone "meeting Allah" for as long as possible. As he flew on, his radio crackled.

LT Lebarne told him, "Goodbye, you camel-felating son of a bitch!"

That was the last thing he hearde before the missiles caught up with him. The MiG disintegrated as the pilot ejected. LT LeBarne could see a parachute floating down. She raidoed for a rescue team to pick up the downed enemy pilot, and returned to the USS Ronald Reagan.

After landing, LT LeBarne jumped out of the F/A-18 and ran back to the wardroom. Elated, she sat down and waited for de-briefing. As she waited, the reality of LJG Andros' death hit her. "War, terrible war," she thought. It had not been a day without loss. She had lost so much in her life already, and now, with LJG Andros gone, she was alone again. Like a samurai daimyo, she rededicated herself to the destruction of the Islamofascist Empire.