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May 14, 2007

Carter's ties with Muslim money

May 13, 2007

Murtha's Club

NO JOHN MURTHAS

Not having been a Marine, I'm not sure how far the brotherhood extends,  I wonder how today's marine views John Murtha, a man we know for sure was willing to sell his vote vote in Congress, and whom we know for sure did sell out all American servicemen for a political gain.  I wonder if Col. Murtha would be willing today to jump out of a trench ahead of his men, calling "Follow Me!"  Is there a Marine Corps equivalent of the "The Ancient Mystic Society of No Homers," or a Dixwell Society where honorable Marines can  escape association with this Pennsylvania Pissant?

" Marine: Gory civilian deaths in Haditha came during combat, didn't need investigation

Despite that visceral reaction, Hyatt - like other Marines who have testified in the past several days in the preliminary hearing for Capt. Randy W. Stone - said he did not think the deaths warranted further investigation.

Hyatt said a corporal from the squad involved in the killings told him that he had heard someone in the house loading a machine gun, and that is why they cleared rooms with such aggression.

"It made sense. It sounded OK," said Hyatt, who has been given immunity to testify

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It didn't need investigation, and there would have been none, save for John Murtha's need to discredit President Bush.  I hope there's something like a "No Murtha Club" in the Marine Corps.  It is my honestly held belief, formed after many years of observation, that any military officer who joins the Democrat Party has moral underpinnings made of sand. Murtha is just another example.

May 08, 2007

Sand Gram

Sand Gram

Linda S.O.G. sent me a link to a WONDERFUL blog called Sand Gram. This is just a sample .... By the way, Linda and I have served together, and she is one tough cookie.  I won't tell you what "S.O.G" stands for.  Maybe she will. (She's a roll-over below)


Israeli Commando Linds S.O.G.
I have been asked what it is like to fly over the Pacific, for forty hours. I mean, what do you do up in the cockpit all that time. Well, as we stare out the window at the countless white caps, we play little thought games over the ICS (intercom) to pass the time. Mind you, there are sometimes over ten people on this group line and the answers come so fast that you might now know who said what.

I’ll pass on an actual conversation that we had from Japan to Thailand during the eight hours. The funny thing is this might go strong for about an hour and then die out only to be brought back to life a little later. The guy I’m flying with was in the left seat this leg, he clicks his interphone and fires the first shot.


“If you could throw anyone out of the back of the Herk, who would you toss?”
From the line comes the following exchange, all different people, so I couldn’t even tell you who they were.
“The first person I’d toss is Rosie, that fat pig”
“Screw that, Hillary would have to be first, then maybe tie a line to Rosie and take her second”
“I have to ask, can we do a group dump or would we have to come down and land to pick up each person? I only ask because we might exceed the monthly allotted flight time for the Herk and be forced to ask Congress for more money.”
“That’s a good question, how about a group dump and we set up a pay-for-view deal to offset the cost and try to recoup some of the money the Gov’t spends to let us fly?”
“Oh that would be rocking, put a little helmet cam showing their face as we toss them out the back and watch them put little holes in the desert.”
“How about starting on the West coast and working our way to DC? That way we can take all those know it all Hollywood idiots and give them a free ride.” [A nut for a nut]