J. D. Pendry

J. D. Pendry

On June 24, 2006, I wrote On Your Hands. Admittedly, a bit angered when I did it. Photographs of the mutilated bodies of Privates First Class Kristian Menchaca, 23, of Houston, Texas, and Thomas L. Tucker, 25, of Madras, Oregon had just turned up in my mailbox. CNN, as did all of the others reported the story, but none of them except the websites and media owned by Islamic Nazi butchers displayed the gruesome photographs. They probably didn’t show them for the same reasons the videotaped beheadings of trussed up noncombatants were never shown and why you rarely see footage of the 9/11 attacks. Instead, Americans and the world thanks to the invention of satellite communications are treated to mega doses of Rosie O’Donnell like idiocy. We’re sold the message, by fools, that all evil is American made. That’s why media and politicians treat us to pictures of naked terrorists on dog leashes as representative of who we are, but never show what is truly representative of who the enemy is.

I’m told that I shouldn’t write when I’m angry. Maybe so, but as our nation enters into its sixth summer of our war for survival there is more, rather than less that tends to raise my hackles. My tolerance for nonsensical rhetoric from Washingtonian idiots and Hollywood high school dropouts while American Military Men and Women are actively engaged decreases a little bit more each day. I may be going out on a limb here, but I think that most Americans feel the same way I do. I hope that primary elections in 2008 end many political careers.

One summer later, I re-read what I wrote. I expected that I would find something that I should soften a little or change, but I didn’t. America’s axis of idiots is alive, well and still running at full throttle. I’ve been beat up quite a bit by those who thought I unfairly hammered only Democrats. What they couldn’t see (either because they agreed with those mentioned or their actions or their hatred for another point of view was so intense) was the common thread. It’s the common thread of anti-military and anti-American action and rhetoric that still continually spills forth from them. Granted, there are some stupid Republicans out there right now as well like Chuck Hagle, but as idiotic as he often sounds and as politically driven as he clearly is, I can’t find where he showed disrespect for the Troops. His rhetoric, however, has the same effect of motivating the enemy.

Many fans thought to point out to me that I was a little harsh in naming President Jimmy Carter the father of the modern Islamic Nazi movement. Most of them began by telling me what a horrible dictator the Shah was. Their rationalization I guess must be that Mullah Rule was better for Iran and subsequently the rest of the world. Of course, they never address that aspect. Mike Evans in his book, The Final Move Beyond Iraq, part of which is recapped in this article, explains in greater detail how President Carter earned the title I conferred. You may also find this Profile in Incompetence interesting, especially parts three and four.

There are a few more axis members worth mentioning. Abscam Jack Murtha called Marines cold-blooded murderers. Everyone has heard him brag about his slow bleed strategy that is meant to deny Soldiers in combat with the reinforcements and materiel they need to survive. Each day a little more of the Haditha lie crumbles away, but Murtha and his media allies who relied on their terrorist affiliated reporter, will never admit how biased, wrong and unforgivably stupid they are. United States Marines were Nifonged by a United States Congressman. I apologize, Congressman Murtha, for previously promoting you to the high rank of butt pimple.

Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi and her partner Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid continue their astute leadership of the axis. Senator Reid declared the war is lost, and declared that the Commander he voted to confirm as the leader of our Soldiers is incompetent. Imagine that, Harry Reid calling someone incompetent. That’s nearly as funny as Jimmy Carter questioning the competency of another President – any President. Nancy Pelosi didn’t have time to meet with our top Field Commander in the war to learn the status of what she characterizes as a grotesque mistake, but she did find time to meet with the leader of a terrorist state. When I think of you Ms. Speaker, grotesque mistake does come to mind. Our Soldiers must be truly inspired by your leadership.

ABC News continues to carry the axis banner for the media by reporting to the Mullahs that we had a covert plan for confronting Iran. As far as I’m concerned ABC provided aid to our enemies with that report, but no one seems to care too much about that. They want to focus on real national security issues like Valerie Plame.

The axis of idiots is alive and well and if Hillary gets her way, you and I won’t have a doggoned thing to say about it.

Read this inspiring post at A Soldier’s Perspective and give thanks that such great Americans exist.

Copyright © J. D. Pendry 2007

J. D. Pendry

I don’t have much of a television habit anymore. I can remember many days of plopping in front of the evening news cast then trudging off to bed several hours later mind numbed and wondering why I did that. I’m a bit more selective in my old age. I average about a night each week and it’s spent channel surfing. During my surfing, I might dwell on the History Channel or some similar offering. I recommend the Military Channel for you old Soldiers and for those of you who want actual accounts of what our Soldiers are doing day to day.

Friday night I saw a portion of a program on the History Channel about Hippies. I wasn’t a Hippie, but I did spend the latter sixties and early seventies in Chicago. The Hippies were hard to miss. Rush and Wells Streets in Old Town Chicago was a collecting point. My experience was that they were mostly dropped out, drugged out and generally not too hygienic. They preferred to call themselves tuned in, turned on and dropped out. I never was clear about what it was they were tuned in to, but it was mostly drugs and sex that they were turned on to and it was established society, especially the American version of it, from which they hoped to drop out. They didn’t wish to participate or contribute.

I was never able to reach the level of enlightenment the Hippies claimed. They could see the world much clearer than I. At least when filled with mind altering hallucinogenic drugs like LSD (lysergic acid diethylamide) they thought they could. They were also easily duped by the political activists of the time such as the Yippies responsible for inciting riots at the 1968 Democrat Convention in Chicago and anti-war activists like Jane Fonda and John Kerry. Most of that comedy, or tragedy depending on your perspective, I watched on television from a North Side Chicago apartment. They also blindly followed whatever the popular rock musicians suggested might help them achieve a heightened state of awareness, such as Transcendental Meditation billed as a spiritual awakening. Many young people, duped into believing the Hippie way was for them, were taken advantage of by pimps, hustlers and cultists the likes of Charles Manson. The hardcore Hippies believed in communal living and sharing everything – literally everything. What struck me in the portion of the program that I caught, were the clean and distinguished looking middle aged people offering insight into the Hippie culture. Once hippies themselves, you’d not know it by looking at them now. I’m guessing that one day life reached out and smacked them square in the kisser with the realization that drugs and sex in the commune will only take one so far in life. They had to give up pursuit of their high ideals and join the established working class of the materialistic, capitalistic society they so despised. I think they’re still mad about it frankly.

I hope you stuck around through my brief take on the Hippie generation. I needed to do that to lay the foundation for what else I want to say. The Hippie generation effected how people my age think. From my perspective, Hippiedom was simply an exaggerated form of Socialism that was anti-everything associated with established America. Anti-capitalism, anti-defense, anti-military, anti-you name it. This generation heightened awareness for individuals alright. One either became a lifelong Hippie in his or her thinking, whether active in the culture or not, or he or she became the hardened antithesis of the Hippie culture. It solidified forever the draft dodger mentality versus the Combat Veteran mentality. Makes one think of today’s political conservatives versus liberals brouhaha and the people who’ve become wealthy by working on radio, in print or now on the blogs to keep one side constantly at the other’s throat doesn’t it?

What is to consider as we look at the state of our country is that those whose political perspectives were formed during the Hippie generation in either one direction or the other are today running our country. Into the ground I might add, but running it all the same. Members of Congress now disparage our Soldiers, the same as did the anti-war Hippies of their generation. The people who voted to send them to war have labeled Soldiers as everything from coldblooded murderers to uneducated illiterates. The leader of the United States Senate calls them losers and their Commanders incompetent. Once again, the noise from the Hippies is drowning out the muffled mutterings of the country club politicians who we thought had the courage to stand for something besides their campaign funds.

What tore our Country to pieces during the Vietnam War is still tearing us to pieces. It will continue to do so until either a true leader emerges or another catastrophic event brings us back together. I hope that we can survive the event.

Copyright © J. D. Pendry 2007

J. D. Pendry

Are you old enough to remember them? How about candy cigarettes? The ones covered with confectionary sugar so you could blow out a little puff of smoke before you ate it. And your shiny six-shooting cap busters loaded with a roll of caps? You’d strap them on along with your Lone Ranger hat and mask. With a bubble gum cigar hanging from the corner of your mouth, you would hit the trail with your trusty sidekick a huntin’ bad guys. We had to stop doing that to our kids because it was too dangerous. We were afraid, I suppose, that such things might cause them to grow up and become Paris Hilton or a rap star. Instead, it became better to hook them up to IPods blaring [c]rap that’ll call your daughter a ho more times in one verse than Don Imus ever did in his ho career.

With Paris sprung from the pen, at least the universe was back in balance for a day or so. I’m sure you and I would get the same consideration for multiple violations of our probation. If your feet are getting cold, it’s because hell is starting to freeze over. Reverend Al and I actually agree. If Paris was one of us commoners, she’d be on a steady diet of jail house bologna. I’m betting that it won’t be long before America’s teenage daughters are sporting stylish leather ankle bracelets like Paris’s.

But, isn’t that where we’ve arrived here in the land of the free and home to the spoiled brat? That I’m even wasting my remaining brain cell energy on Paris Hilton proves that too many of us are more interested in her insignificant problem or the drivel that spills from Rosie’s mouth than we are concerned about real dangers. If we just take away the candy cigarettes, the kids’ll be safe, at least those not aborted before they reach the candy cigarette age of consent. When we have elected law officials (at least in LA county they do) that don’t have the *huevos to keep a wealthy slut in jail for a few days, how the hell are we ever going to well up the gumption to protect our borders and kick criminals out of the country. Oh that’s right, I forgot, the Senate voted to allow the felons a path to citizenship too. Maybe we’ll fix our problems with some laws that forbid us from frying our food in lard. That’ll do it. Lard comes from pig fat, so we can also remove that politically incorrect and offensive pork by-product from the market too. Abortion good, chicken and French fries cooked in lard bad. That’s as logical as a Senate hearing.

Do you sometimes feel like you are running around unprotected inside the insane asylum waiting for a Senator, probably Lindsey Graham, to start slobbering and tossing feces against the wall? Maybe that was a bad figure of speech considering the proposed immigration bill. Maybe it’s just me that’s going insane in an otherwise normal country perfectly focused on solving real problems.

How many politicians and learned talking heads have you heard over the past year or two insist that we need to leave Iraq immediately? Well, I believe we should leave too. I hope that doesn’t shock you. Do you know what else I believe? I believe that these talking heads and politicians are seriously lacking in the courage department. The 19 year-old Private Soldiers patrolling the streets in Iraq hold more moral and physical courage in a pinky than I believe exists in the collective body of the United States Congress. Do you know the difference between a Private and a Congressman? You can count on the Private to fight for you and to get the job done. How can you explain a body of men and women overwhelmingly voting to commit Soldiers to combat and then not standing united behind them with every ounce of their beings? Yes, I want our Soldiers home, but what I know for sure is that if there was a unified political effort here in the safe United States, our Soldiers would already be in recovery operations and Iran would have a full frontal view of the pointy end of our spear instead of the pointy-headed rhetoric coming out of the United States Capitol.

Fences? We need them. But, not just across our Southern border although there is a law requiring it. I think we need one around Washington, DC. One that keeps out the idiots and crooks. Now I’m going to agree with John Edwards, well almost. There are two Americas. There is the one where most of us get up each day and make an actual contribution and then there’s the one of Congress, Paris, Rosie and four hundred dollar haircuts. We need to fence around that second America too.

Now all of the self-proclaimed conservatives are lamenting how President Bush ain’t one of them. I’m amazed that they are only now arriving at that conclusion. By the strict definition most of them apply to the label of political conservatism, there is not too many who can live up – even those who proclaim it the loudest. That doesn’t mean that the aims of conservatism aren’t noble and worthwhile, I just believe that we have to be realistic when trying to select our mortal leaders. I look at it this way. We could have had Al Gore or John Kerry instead of George Bush. Then our national priority would not be security and protecting us from terrorists, it would be capturing cow farts in order to stave off global warming or transferring our national security to the purview of the United Nations.

If there is an honorable man or woman in Washington that’s interested in actually leading and saving our country, from itself as well as from our enemies, now might be a good time to share some candor with the American people and show the courage adequate to confront our problems.

I’m sorry. I forgot what the point was. Well, maybe there’s one in there somewhere.

*Since Congress won’t pass a law making English the official language of the United States, I thought I should try to be more bi-lingual, at least in my use of slang.

Copyright © 2007 J. D. Pendry

J. D. Pendry

I have a strong urge to stock my bunker with several months’ worth of food and water. I’m probably not sufficiently armed either. I should make similar visits to the local gun shops. The best time to enter survival mode is before one actually needs to.

Are you wealthy? Have you worked most of your adult life to support those dependent on you and to acquire the level of wealth that you do have? I went to work full time in a Chicago factory when I was 16 years old while all of my favorite politicians were attending fraternity and sorority parties. A few days short of 19, I enlisted in the Army. Oh, that was fun. It’s when Jane and John and their friends were labeling anyone in uniform as baby killers. Nothing much changes does it? 28 years and few days later, I left the Army and went immediately into another job. We enlisted baby killers have to keep working because our generous Army pensions aren’t adequate to provide our families with a decent standard of living, but we knew that. As I decrepitly move past middle age, I’ve proudly clawed my way up to the lower rung of upper middle class. I share my prosperity through contributions made to my Church and to other charities that actually work as claimed and that I and not some politician deems worthwhile. Politicians do not need to decide for me how I should share the prosperity that I’ve worked for and earned. That’s Marxist Socialism, the foundation of Communism and the basis of failing economies in Europe and the demise of empires such as the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. It’s what millions of illegal immigrants cross our borders to escape. It’s the Castro-Chavez approach. When politicians talk of shared wealth, it isn’t their wealth they’re looking to share. It’s the comparative little that you and I have managed to amass in our working lives. Yes, it’ll be our wealth because the real wealth that creates jobs and wealth for those willing to work for it will leave our borders quicker than you can utter President Hillary Clinton.

Are you prepared for socialized medicine? There’s not room here to talk in depth about health care in Canada or the National Health System in Britain, but you should take some time to research the woes of those systems and others similar, before signing up. Just keep in mind that with socialized medicine, there will still be better private medical care for those who can pay the cost. Wealthy politicians come to mind. Politicians can solve medical care costs without looking to you and me to share our prosperity. Recently, I had a fairly serious motor vehicle accident. My insurance carrier paid promptly for my totally wrecked vehicle and my related medical expenses. My insurance company sells policies nationwide. To get and keep my insurance premiums, they compete. They compete by providing me excellent, prompt service for a very reasonable yearly amount and I get to determine the amount of deductible that I pay on a claim. My carrier paid out more for one motor vehicle accident claim than my medical insurance carrier has paid for care for my wife and me for several years combined. Government does not need to be in the medical insurance business, nor do companies that build cars, or computers or do anything else. Insurance companies need to be in that business and they need to be able to compete on a national level as do automobile, personal property and life insurance providers. Competition between insurance companies will bring down medical care costs, but that’s capitalism not socialism and politicians can’t run on the idea of making it possible for you to pay your own way.

Politicians can create an environment that enables people to acquire wealth or they can create one that makes people dependent on political promises of shared wealth. Unfortunately, most of them prefer that we are dependent.

I saw a dim glow that didn’t grow much brighter as time went by. I expect it was the defective compact fluorescent bulb that holds the title of Madam Speaker. She met global warming when she traveled to Greenland, so now to preserve mankind we must all change our light bulbs – even the ones in the jet she rode to Greenland. What do you reckon she fueled it with?

Well, I’ve done my duty. I’ve laid out for you the three most pressing problems, according to populist politics, that our country faces. As the people who would lead our country work out solutions for those complex issues, I’ll be out in the back yard reinforcing the bunker. With time running out, there are lots of things to consider. How much and what types of food, how much water, medical supplies, what kind of surveillance equipment I’ll need during lockdown, an EMP proof room, fields of fire, dead space coverage, oh, can’t forget the radiation barrier. I’ll need to research that one and get back to you.

Don’t forget to change those bulbs now. While you’re at it, share some prosperity with the Church and charity of your choice.

Copyright © J. D. Pendry 2007