State Department Will Not Deny That U.S. Sold Hellfire Missile to Cuba
Government corruption has become rampant:
- Senior SEC employees spent up to 8 hours a day surfing porn sites instead of cracking down on financial crimes
- Nuclear Regulatory Commission workers watch porn instead of cracking down on unsafe conditions at nuclear plants
- An EPA employee who downloaded 7,000 porn files, then spent 2-6 hours each workday watching porn. He’s been doing it for years … but the EPA never fired him. Another EPA employee harassed 16 women co-workers … and then was promoted to a higher-paying job with more responsibility, where he harassed more women.
- NSA spies pass around homemade sexual videos and pictures they’ve collected from spying on the American people
- NSA employees have also been caught using their mass surveillance powers to spy on love interests, such as girlfriends, obsessions or former wives … and to eavesdrop on American soldiers’ intimate conversations with their wives back home. And see this(“routinely shared salacious or tantalizing phone calls that had been intercepted” … “‘Hey, check this out … there’s good phone sex’”)
More @ Zero Hedge
There was a time many of us (well I) trusted ‘the authorities’ to generally do that which was ‘right’. Sure, mistakes were made, but people took oaths and policies were in place, yatta…yatta…yatta.
Not so much, anymore.
“Absolute power corrupts absolutely” – Lord Acton
Will martial law be declared on American soil?
Will economic collapse and urban riots result in the final and total loss of civil liberties right here at home?
It could happen, and it is one of the “eventualities” that the military is preparing for, though they are constitutionally barred from being used domestically against the American people.
Part of the U.S. Army’s latest ad campaign, broadcast frequently during football games and sporting events, and widely across many television programs, includes a 30-second spot that shows soldiers training with shields used for domestic riot control.
Read more at http://freedomoutpost.com/2015/12/ad-shows-army-prepping-for-martial-law-this-is-not-battle-training-this-is-riot-control/#UWWgLoaZPrJYQoIV.99
I understand the military plays ‘games’ wherein various eventualities are planned and discussed. But for domestic riot control?
Just as the ‘poll’ taken a few times over the past 20 years (regarding will rank-and-file troops follow orders to disarm civilians) I fear this is a portend of things not good in our future.
And just like the cop who wants to keep bringing home a paycheck, who in the military will refuse to comply?
Or, more specifically, how many?
I see troops and cops battling each other regarding what orders are legal and constitutional, even before civilians are involved.
And, my friends, it won’t be pretty.
I wasn’t born for another eleven years when this happened, but as a student of history and an American it gets to me. Much as the JFK assassination, The Marine Barracks, Khobar Towers, The U.S.S Cole and The Twin Towers attacks did during my life.
Meeting that Navy veteran who had served on the Arizona on Veteran’s Day this year did as well.
Please take a moment of silence today.
Tomi (known to long-time blog readers here) recently posted her response to the Paris terrorist attacks on her blog.
To be fair, I was a bit surprised. After all, she is an admitted social democrat, who tends to lean left in her views on many things.
Here is her post, in full:
I have often felt like a voice crying in the wilderness, since September 11, 2001. I keep insisting that the “War on Terror” is a sham. You can’t wage “war” on religious fanatics who wear suicide bomb vests and shoot people at restaurants. Terrorism is a series of criminal acts done by those that have nothing to lose in this life, and everything to gain in the hereafter.
After nearly fifteen years of listening to this ridiculousness, and watching the US commit its worst crimes since the Native American genocide, I am ready to throw in the towel….kind of.
If we’re going to fight a “war” let’s make it a real one: State to State.
We KNOW where these terrorists get their money from: Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Kuwait, and the United Arab Emirates. They are, and always have been, the funders of Al-Qaeda, ISIS (ISIL, the IS, or whatever you want to call it) and all of their offshoots.
I am not saying anything we all already don’t know.
It is long past time to keep pretending these States are our allies. They are not and never have been.
Seize their financial assets. All of them. Tell them they will get their money back if and when all of their sponsored terrorism ceases.
It is time to stop all this double-dealing. They are not our friends or allies. They are our enemies, by any reasonable definition of the word.
These proxy wars have got to stop. If we’re going to expend blood and treasure, let’s at least do it honestly.
Of course, no one wants war (except, perhaps war profiteers and fanatics). But I understand her argument. The fact we both fight and simultaneously support so many of these nations smacks of that military-industrial complex President Eisenhower warned us about!
Let us not remain mired in brush-fire wars that have been plaguing us since Vietnam.
As Todd Beamer said on Flight 93, “Let’s roll!”
As I’ve aged, I’ve developed more of an appreciation for our military veterans.
I don’t know why, exactly?
Maybe it’s because, with my childhood Life plans having failed, due to my leg disability, I was unable to join the largest, least-exclusive club in the World (Service Veterans). And I’ve been able to observe, albeit from a distance, the brotherhood, camaraderie and sacrifice imbued in those men and women.
On previous Veterans Days (when I was employed) I made it a point to walk around on break and shake hands of those I knew had served and say “Thank You!” I know it’s not much, especially for persons my age who returned from Vietnam and were denounced as war criminals and spat-upon. And the Korean War Vets who were (and are) pretty much largely ignored by the media.
I was accompanying my roommate to another of her doctor’s appointments on November 11 this year, and there was an older guy (my age?) with the jacket and cap, embroidered with his service particulars. I didn’t see what they were. I made a point to walk over to him and shake his hand. It was the very least I could do.
After her appointment, J. wanted to get a bite-to-eat, so we stopped at a restaurant we sometimes frequent. And before our meal arrived, in walked another veteran. Also with an embroidered cap and patched jacket. Significantly older. A larger man, with silver hair. With his wife.
After they were seated and had placed their orders, I got up and walked over to them. I excused myself, apologized for interrupting, and explained I just wanted to thank him for his service. He smiled, shook my hand vigorously, and his wife beamed.
Then I saw the identifying patch on his sleeve.
I left hurriedly back to our table, so he wouldn’t see me cry.
A day set aside to remember those who fought in service to this country. many of whom still remain with us, many still fighting demons, bureaucracies and political enemies. And those who are not.
The Living Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, Seamen and Marines. Some remaining in service; some who left it, but all who have not forsworn their oaths.
As we take time to remember those who have passed in service on Memorial Day, please take a moment today to remember The Living.
Call, visit, and if possible shake the hands of those with us, and say, “Thank you for your service!”
Rob, Lonnie, Glenn, Glenn, Mark, John, Stan, Jim, Jodie, Ardith, John, and Gloria.
“People sleep peacefully in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.” – George Orwell
Long-time readers of my drivel will recall I seem to have attracted an inordinate number of friends, relatives and acquaintances named either BOB or DAVE. (One guy was even named Robert Davidson!)
This is about yet another Bob…
I met Bob P. when he was a guard supervisor for B**** Security. The Captain. It was his function to travel to all the guard posts, usually at night, making certain the security guard had arrived for duty, was in uniform, awake and not intoxicated. And to obtain a replacement should a guard call in sick, or just not show up. Or, replace the guard himself, if no one was available.
He got to know me, as I was one of the ‘regulars’ who showed up for duty, knew his job, and had some kind of education. He obtained permission from upper company management to make me his ‘second-in-command’. I became a lieutenant, obtained a small raise, and while continuing to work at my regular guard post three days a week, was tasked with doing the supervisor’s job the other two days. The idea was so that Bob could get two days off. Many ‘adventures’ ensued.
Bob was a large man, and had a deep, booming voice. And loved to listen to and sing operatic music – in spite of the fact he had been born in the South. Seriously, in another life, he could have been a professional singer or an announcer.
But, as it is with many people, Bob had a phobia. His was getting up in front of groups of people(!) Doing a long stint in the Air Force and traveling the World failed to cure him of that.
I followed Bob from B****, to D******* Security, and ultimately to TMCCC (in 1987). He knew I’d both education and experience in investigation, and figured if he could do it, I could.
He loved movies, and was the first of the people I knew to buy a VCR! It was a Magnavox, ran on vacuum tubes, and weighed a ton! I believe it cost around $1000 (in 1975). It took VHS-sized tapes, but the recording system had yet to be standardized. He had hundreds he’d recorded off television that were unwatchable when the machine burned up in the mid-80s. Lot’s of sci-fi and John Wayne.
We also shot competitively together in a league of armed security guards he helped form. He reloaded much of the ammo we used. We engaged in friendly competition – sometimes he would win; sometimes I would.
We worked together @ TMCCC for a number of years as credit card fraud investigators. He became involved in a number of ‘beefs’ with management and left the company, returning to physical security. He divorced his second wife, and married a younger woman. Then decided to move out-of-state and return to his Southern routes as a farmer.
We lost touch with one another. Ultimately, utilizing the Internet, I determined he had passed away from a heart attack in Las Vegas(!?) in 2005. I never found out what happened to his wife.
The reason all this came to mind was I remembered celebrating his 50th birthday, with a few other close friends. He had been born October 30, 1939, simultaneous with the Orson Welles’ radio broadcast of The War Of The Worlds. He would sometimes claim he was brought here by the Martians.
He was certainly out-of-this world.
I miss you, Bob. You were a good friend.
♫…nowhere to hide…♫
Who posed (in part) this idea…
To me, the US – and most of the supposedly free West – increasingly looks like a truck being systematically filled with Semtex.
But it’s easy to counter cries of alarm with the fact that the truck is stable – because it’s true: you can hurl more boxes into the back without any real danger. Absent the right detonator, it is no more dangerous than a truckload of mayonnaise.
But add the right detonator and you’re just one click away from complete devastation.
We can see how fragile the U.S. is now by considering just four tendencies.
The Four Tendencies
There used to be a time (in my mind, anyway) that this constitutional republic strove to be the best. The best physically, academically, militarily. The best as a shining example to the rest of the World of individual liberty, rights and responsibilities.
A truly Norman Rockwell Nation.
We fed the rest of the World. EVERYONE relied on AND TRUSTED, the Dollar! People didn’t ‘just take a pill’ for every perceived ailment. And, while differing dogmatically, we strove to treat others as we ourselves wished to be treated.
The times, they are a changin’.