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Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Honoring Our Veterans
My last six months in the army was one of the darkest times in my life. A friend sent this to me then, and it sure cheered me up. I don't know where it came from, but I hope you like it enough to pass it on...
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.
Others may carry the evidence inside them: a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.
Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem.
You can't tell a vet just by looking.
What is a vet?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She - or He - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.
He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back... at all.
He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.
He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.
He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb of the Unknowns, whose presence at Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor lies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so that others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Democrats Dejected by Severe Asswhipping
It's a feeding frenzy out there, folks. Enraged moonbats on the lefty sites like DailyKos, Atrios, and DU (no links for lunatics - ed.) are going insane. Insults are flying, fingers are being pointed, and the lemon that these nutjobs drove off the lot in Iowa has become the ultimate scapegoat. All signs point to a party in disarray. The general consensus seems to be that they needed to ratchet up the insanity level even MORE, if you can believe that. Seems like someone's pining for ol' Deano. Run with that, MooreOns; maybe next time we'll get 75% of the popular vote.
MEANWHILE... high atop a craggy peak in upstate New York, Hillary Clinton spreads her leathery wings, turns her horned visage to the night sky and screams in demonic triumph. The Democrats are ripe for a takeover and are looking for a savior.
It's just one day after John Kerry's concession speech and four years until the next presidential election - and already the New York Times has tapped Hillary Clinton as the Democrats' leading choice for 2008.
The Beast rises in 2008. Be thou ready.
Republican Reign of Darkness Continues...
I am pleased to report that I completed my assignment to suppress 50 minority votes for this election, given to me directly by our dark lord, Darth Rove. I rented a bus and painted "Rock the Muthafuckin Vizzote" on the side and picked up some inner city youth, newly registered and eager to do... well, whatever they were told (they DID think I was a Democrat). After dropping them off at their "precinct" in the middle of the Atchafalaya Basin, I drove to MY precinct, voted, discarded my GOTV bus and went home to enjoy the festivities. Hmmph, wonder if they made it back okay?
Doesn't matter anyway; as I understand it, 9 out of 10 black votes still went Democrat. Some folks wear this mass drubbing like a badge of honor:
When Black voters finally got to speak for themselves on November 2, Bush got 10 or 11 percent of the Black vote, respectively, according to Washington Post and CNN exit polls. The ultra-high profile presence of Condoleezza and Colin, the millions lavished on corrupt Rev. Greedygut preachers, the endless propaganda about a growing “new class” of Black conservatives, the disinformation from the New York Times and, yes, from the Joint Center for Political and Economic Studies – all this and more over four years had moved the Black electorate a mere one percent or (maybe) two into the Republican ranks.
Maybe if Dr. Dawson is such a hotshot social demographer, he can help you understand a new concept that you're gonna have to come to terms with, because it now describes the Black Vote perfectly:
That's right, homey. George Bush won both the electoral and popular votes by fairly comfortable margins - without your vote. So why don't you cut the whining, assimilate yourselves into American society, and enjoy prosperity with the rest of us?
“We shall not be moved,” went the civil rights song. Four years of mercenary Black faces in high Republican places – Colin Powell, Condoleezza Rice, Rod Paige – have failed to move us from our righteous Consensus for social justice and international peace, or to dim our highly evolved vision of Black America’s singular mission. These are the cards we have been dealt by history. However, African Americans are especially vulnerable to demoralization from within.
Oh yeah, that's right. You're insane.