Virginia: Muslim girl claims ‘Islamophobes’ pulled off her hijab, students walk out in solidarity, but she lied
Tuesday, December 21, 2021
India: Journalist tweets about jihadis threatening her brother, Twitter locks her account
India: Journalist tweets about jihadis threatening her brother, Twitter locks her account
Sunday, December 19, 2021
Florida man used flamethrower to settle parking dispute, police say
Florida man used flamethrower to settle parking dispute, police say
Excerpt: A Florida man angry over his neighbors’ parking habits sprayed fire from a commercial flamethrower toward a car with three teenagers inside, police said. No one was hurt. Andre Abrams, 57, of Gainesville, is facing three counts of felony aggravated assault with a deadly weapon without intending to kill, according to court records. He posted a $15,000 bond last week and is awaiting a decision whether prosecutors will formally file criminal charges. The mother of one of the teens, Ashley Gainey, said Abrams frequently sprayed the flamethrower to scare off guests at her home. Gainey’s daughter, Nate’talya Baker, 16, fled the car with her friends as Abrams continued to spray flames toward them, police said. “When he shoots it, it lights the whole road up,” Gainey said. “It’s like it’s daylight outside. He’ll do it in the middle of the night.” [A FLAMETHROWER! YES! I’ve got to get one of these, right after I move to Florida. When I say “We’ll have a hot time, tonight,” I’ll really mean it. Seriously, familiarization with the flamethrower during Marine training was FAR more frightening to me than learning to throw hand grenades. Ron P.]
Me, too. I was more scared when a flame thrower backed up on me at Camp Lejeune than I ever was in Vietnam. ~Bob
In Poll, 93% of Palestinian Arabs in Jerusalem Prefer Israeli to Palestinian Rule
In Poll, 93% of Palestinian Arabs in Jerusalem Prefer Israeli to Palestinian Rule
Friday, December 17, 2021
Science fiction’s curious ability to predict the future
Science fiction’s curious ability to predict the future
Scots Christmas Poem
This is a fun wee bairn’s poem from Scotland, circa WWII. FYI: a
lum is a chimney.
I’ve been feelin’ awfu’ worried,
Since I heard my mither say:
“The sweep’s been awfu’ busy
An’ hisnae’ been oor wey.”
She tried her best tae get him,
But the mannie couldna’ come,
An’ fine I ken that Santa Claus
Will no’ come doon oor lum!
I’ve heard him on a windy nicht,
Gang whistlin’ ower the hoose,
An’ I’ve been guid as guid could be,
An’ quiet as ony moose.
But I’ve got an awfu’ feelin’
That Santa winna come tae me on Christmas mornin’
‘Cause we’ve got a dirty lum!
I’ve written letters every nicht,
An telt him whaur I bide,
An’ that I want a spitfire,
Wi’ a hale air crew inside.
But, if he comes, I’m awfu’ feart,
He’ll maybe no’ get oot.
The sweep’s no’ been,
An’ maybe he’ll be chokit wi’ the soot.
So, maybe if ye see him,
Or hear him ony nicht,
Tell him I’m behavin’,
An’ daein’ my lessons richt.
An’ say it’s no my mither’s blame,
She’d aye the sweep afore.
So, would he bring my aeroplane,
An’ jist – jist leave it at the door?
Here Are the Facts About Spikes in Crime That Sen. Dick Durbin Didn’t Want Me to Share
Here Are the Facts About Spikes in Crime That Sen. Dick Durbin Didn’t Want Me to Share
Tuesday, December 14, 2021
The Long Walk
Book Recommendation
The Long Walk: The True Story of a Trek To Freedom Paperback by Slavomir Rawicz
The author was a Polish cavalry officer who fought the Germans in 1939. When Poland was overrun by the Germans and their Russian allies, he went home. It happened to be near the Russian border. He was immediately scooped up by the NKVD and accused of being a spy. After torture, the sentenced him to 25 years hard labor and sent to GULAG Camp 303 in Siberia . He and six companions escaped and began a long march to India over 4,000 miles away. This is a terrific story of men’s desire for freedom. I highly recommend it.
Illegal Migrants Are Allowed to Fly Without ID
Good News! Illegal Migrants Are Allowed to Fly Without ID
Sunday, December 12, 2021
Merry Christmas, Snake A Vietnam Christmas
Merry Christmas, Snake
A Vietnam Christmas
Robert A. Hall
Eddie wrapped a length of C-ration
baling wire around the trunk of Aunt Thel’s tree, and wedged the end between
the bunker’s crumbling sandbags. That
corrected the starboard list caused by a bent stand. Considering that their mail had been
air-dropped from a C-130 cargo plane, the two-foot artificial tree had come
through remarkably well, with only the bent leg and one broken limb. At Snake’s
suggestion, they had turned the “bare spot” to the wall and trimmed the tree
with the surviving decorations and local crafts: a tin star cut from a C-ration
can, a pair of lance corporal chevrons with the black coating worn off so they
glittered, some brass M-16 shell casings.
Eddie would have preferred canned
peaches from Aunt Thel, but he thought the tree looked right cheerful in their
bunker. He twisted the tin star to catch
light from the radios and began softly singing:
“Jingle bells, mortar shells, V.
C. in the grass--
You can take your Merry Christmas
and shove it up...”
He sensed “incoming” and ducked as
Snake’s boot banged into the wall, safely away from the precious tree, sending
a trickle of sand dribbling through the slats of the wooden pallets that served
as the bunker’s floor. Eddie turned and
saw Snake smiling at him over a can of C-ration ham and limas. You couldn’t get pissed at a guy who would
trade you beanies and weenies for ham and “slimies,” which every reasonable
person hated the way Santa’s point-deer Rudolph hated clear weather.
Eddie wiped his eyes to get rid of
the stinging caused by grit from the sandbags.
It didn’t help. “Since when did
you get the Christmas spirit?” he asked, “I thought you were a Black
Muslim?”
Snake had announced his new
religion several weeks ago, the fourth in seven months. Though he maintained a devout facade, his
“conversions” were a standing joke in the platoon. Eddie had reasonably pointed out that while
he, himself, was black, Snake was a white dude—an awkward start for a Black
Muslim.
Snake’s response was that Eddie
was an Uncle Tom; and, that since there was no other black dude to be the
radical on their radio relay team, he would have to do it himself, “Just like
every goddamned thing else around here.”
“Can’t be a Muslim on Christmas
Eve,” Snake smiled, and continued dropping pieces of John Wayne crackers
through the floor planks for the rat.
He’s been trying to kill the rat just last week, but, following the lead
of the Viet Cong, had declared a Christmas truce with it yesterday.
Eddie picked up the jungle boot,
and turned it over, observing that it was nearly new. He looked down to his left boot, where the
electrical tape holding it together was coming loose. The sides had rotted and he hadn’t been able
to scrounge replacements from supply’s limited stock.
“Hey, Snake, how about giving me
your extra boots? We’re the same size,
almost.”
“Certainly, my man,” Snake
promised, “As soon as the Sear’s catalog comes and I can order something more
stylish. We might, however, barter--I do
admire that K-bar knife on your belt.”
Snake rose and headed to the bunker door, which hung precariously from
the hinges of shell boxes. “I’ll go
switch generators.”
He went into the night, taking
only a small flashlight, to carry out the regular task of alternating the
400-cycle generators that powered their AN/TRC-27 radio relay unit.
Eddie was re-taping his boot when
the first mortar round exploded in the small perimeter. “Christmas truce!” he spat, lunging for the
door, “Little rice-propelled bastards!”
By the time the corpsman had
checked the flow of blood from Snake’s mangled leg, and closed the flap of open
flesh on his right cheek, the painkiller had taken hold and he was babbling
happily.
“Lucky break, Eddie,” he said,
laughing, “I tripped over the goddamn antenna guy wire and couldn’t make the
hole. Now I’m going home for Christmas,
buddy. I’ll be dancing in Time’s Square
on New Year’s Eve while you’re still stuck in this shit hole, man.”
Eddie glanced at Snake’s leg and
winced as they loaded him onto the stretcher.
“Nail one of them hippy broads for me,” he said.
Snake laughed again, almost a
giggle. “Hey, Eddie,” he said, “You can have those boots.” He gave a weak, cheery wave. “Merry Christmas, man.”
“Merry Christmas, Snake,” Eddie
said, then he impulsively pulled the K-Bar from his belt and laid it on the
stretcher, knowing that some rear-echelon pogue would probably steal it from
Snake. “Take that home as a souvenir of
this slice of paradise.”
Snake waved again as the corpsmen
hefted the stretcher and struggled carefully up the muddy slope toward the
med-evac LZ. “Merry Fucking Christmas,”
Eddie whispered to himself.
He turned to go check the
radios. The grit was bothering him
again. Now, he thought, who
the hell can I trade ham and limas to?
Robert A. Hall is a Marine Vietnam veteran who
later served five terms in the Massachusetts Senate. He retired in 2013 to have
a lung transplant, but worked PT from July 2017 to June 2021 as a writer editor
for the My Life, My Story Program at the Madison A hospital, writing life
stories for over 400 veterans. He has had articles, stories and poetry in over
50 publications and has 12 books on Amazon.
Published in Calliope
and my book Eddie Grabowski’s Gift.
Christmas Poems-=-Feel free to share
A Veteran’s Christmas Wish
Each year when Christmas comes around again,
I pause on Christmas Eve to take a dram
Of whisky, and I think of absent friends,
And Christmas in a place called Vietnam.
I think of boys who never had the chance
To see their kids on Christmas Eve at play,
Their lives were spent that freedom might advance,
From Valley Forge right up through yesterday.
They fell at Belleau Wood and Normandy,
At Gettysburg, at Iwo and at Hue,
They gave their lives to keep our people free,
And never saw another Christmas Day.
So take a moment from your festive joys,
To think of soldiers who were young and true,
And say a prayer on Christmas Eve for boys
Who gave up all their Christmases for you.
Robert A. Hall
A Prayer for Gifts at Christmas
Robert A. Hall
Just give me Lord a grateful heart
For blessings on my life,
For hearth and home, family and food,
My grandkids and my wife.
Just give me Lord a happy heart,
A beacon of Your light,
That I may spread Your love for us
And banish darkest night.
Just give me Lord a sharing heart
To spread Your message far,
That touches all of sinful man
And started with that star.
Just give me Lord a cheerful heart
So everyone I know
Will see Your joy within my smile
And follow where You go.
Just give me Lord a Christian heart
To share Your gift to me
That changes folk across the world
From mountains to the sea.
--Robert A. Hall
The Christmas Gift
There is a gift that comes
From those out on the lines,
It is not wrapped in bows,
But, oh, how bright it shines.
There is a Christmas gift,
A pearl beyond all price,
From those who ask for naught,
But make the sacrifice.
They risk their blood and bone
On endless weary tours,
For that is all that keeps
The evil from our shores.
You worship as you will,
You freely have your say,
And all that is a gift
From sentries far away.
There is a gift that comes
From troops who guard the line,
That lets us live in peace
And joy at Christmastime.
We say “Support the troops,”
But hardly pause to think
What honor really means,
Or how near looms the brink.
There is a Christmas gift
From those who hold the line,
And you and I, my friend,
Get nothing more sublime.
Robert A. Hall
Former SSgt, USMC
Saturday, December 11, 2021
Friday, December 10, 2021
Biden Administration Praises Taliban’s ‘Openness’ to Women’s Rights
Biden Administration Praises Taliban’s ‘Openness’ to Women’s Rights
Ha!
Thursday, December 9, 2021
Book recommendation
Ripples of Battle: How
Wars of the Past Still Determine How We Fight, How We Live, and How We Think by Victor Davis Hanson
I
always enjoy reading Hanson, even when I don’t agree with him. This book was
written soon after 9/11, and his prediction that we would get serious about
fighting Islamic Terrorism has not been born out. But his analysis of three
battles, Okinawa, Shiloh, and Delium (424 BC in Greece) and the way they
changed the nations and military that fought them are very interesting. This is
historical analysis that will make you ponder. I recommend it.
Wednesday, December 8, 2021
EPIC! Antifa Crashes Rally in France, Instantly Regret it After Beat Down (VIDEO)
EPIC! Antifa Crashes Rally in France, Instantly Regret it After Beat Down (VIDEO)
Monday, December 6, 2021
Sweden: Professor faces prosecution for research paper that shows that most rapes were committed by migrants
Sweden: Professor faces prosecution for research paper that shows that most rapes were committed by migrants
Sunday, December 5, 2021
Repeal Day
Today is repeal day. On this date, prohibition was repealed. Have a drink to celebrate! ~Bob
Friday, December 3, 2021
See No Murder
https://www.city-journal.org/
See No Murder
Despite its obsession with race, the media are blind to the nonwhite victims of rising violent crime.Netherlands: Town gets segregated bus line ‘as the only way to avoid the nuisance caused by migrants
Netherlands: Town gets segregated bus line ‘as the only way to avoid the nuisance caused by migrants
The Functionally Pro-China Biden Administration
The Functionally Pro-China Biden Administration
By JIM GERAGHTY
DISASTER: Joe Biden’s Approval Rating Languishes at Dismal 36% in New Trafalgar Poll
DISASTER: Joe Biden’s Approval Rating Languishes at Dismal 36% in New Trafalgar Poll
Thursday, December 2, 2021
Iran’s former Atomic Energy Agency top dog confirms: Islamic Republic has active nuclear weapons program
Iran’s former Atomic Energy Agency top dog confirms: Islamic Republic has active nuclear weapons program
BOMBSHELL! Jeffrey Epstein’s Former Pilot Testifies in Court, Names Frequent Fliers
BOMBSHELL! Jeffrey Epstein’s Former Pilot Testifies in Court, Names Frequent Fliers
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