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Sunday, July 30, 2006

The difference in a single picture


Waaaaaa!!!

To bad about Qana, from a PR standpoint. I don't believe any muslim to be a civilian, and therefore all are legitimate targets in the war. If they vest their beliefs in the koran, they're the enemy. Popular muslim support for terrorist groups, both financially, in provisions of personnel, and at the ballot box, supports my point.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

We should have a MUCH larger military...

so we don't have to put up with others dictating our military strategy to us.

See this movie!!!

I just watched Obsession, which was endorsed by Rush Limbaugh a couple weeks ago, and found it to eloquently and pointedly show just why this war is a fight to the death.

I disagree with its supposition that the vast majority of muslims are peaceful, but it's highly important to see the kind of propaganda the enemy displays to its populace and why they must be defeated.

More on the Seattle terrorist

Michelle Malkin has some good background on just who this piece of pig-shit is.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Bob Hope's the man





The War Returns to Our Shores

Looks like a muslim reprobate (but I repeat myself) tried to kill as many people as he could at a Jewish center in Seattle. Six people were shot, and one has died, as of this post. (King5 report)

The police say he shouted "I am a muslim-American, and I'm angry with Israel" before opening fire.

Police are combing the area for others. Apparently, there was a rather large anti-Israel protest not far away from this.

Yoni and Free Republic have continuing coverage.

We need more like him

The IDF Captain's speech below reminded me of General Patton's talk to the men of the 3rd Army as he prepared to take them to Normandy, and then Germany.

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Be Seated.

Men, this stuff we hear about America wanting to stay out of the war, not wanting to fight, is a lot of bullshit. Americans love to fight - traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble player; the fastest runner; the big league ball players; the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. Americans play to win - all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost, not ever will lose a war, for the very thought of losing is hateful to an American.

You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you here today would die in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Every man is frightened at first in battle. If he says he isn't, he's a goddamn liar. Some men are cowards, yes! But they fight just the same, or get the hell shamed out of them watching men who do fight who are just as scared. The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some get over their fright in a minute under fire, some take an hour. For some it takes days. But the real man never lets fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to this country and his innate manhood.

All through your army career you men have bitched about "This chickenshit drilling." That is all for a purpose. Drilling and discipline must be maintained in any army if for only one reason -- INSTANT OBEDIENCE TO ORDERS AND TO CREATE CONSTANT ALERTNESS. I don't give a damn for a man who is not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldn't be here. You are ready. A man to continue breathing must be alert at all times. If not, sometime a German son-of-a-bitch will sneak up behind him and beat him to death with a sock full of shit.

There are 400 neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily all because one man went to sleep on his job -- but they were German graves for we caught the bastard asleep before his officers did. An Army is a team. Lives, sleeps, eats, fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is a lot of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that kind of stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real fighting, under fire, than they do about fucking. We have the best food, the finest equipment, the best spirit and the best fighting men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity these poor sons-of-bitches we are going up against. By God, I do!

My men don't surrender. I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he is hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight. That's not just bullshit, either. The kind of man I want under me is like the lieutenant in Libya, who, with a Lugar against his chest, jerked off his helmet, swept the gun aside with one hand and busted hell out of the Boche with the helmet. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German: All this with a bullet through his lung. That's a man for you.

All real heroes are not story book combat fighters either. Every man in the army plays a vital part. Every little job is essential. Don't ever let down, thinking your role is unimportant. Every man has a job to do. Every man is a link in the great chain. What if every truck driver decided that he didn't like the whine of the shells overhead, turned yellow and jumped headlong into the ditch? He could say to himself, "They won't miss me -- just one in thousands." What if every man said that? Where in hell would we be now? No, thank God, Americans don't say that! Every man does his job; every man serves the whole. Every department, every unit, is important to the vast scheme of things. The Ordnance men are needed to supply the guns, the quartermaster to bring up the food and clothes to us -- for where we're going there isn't a hell of a lot to steal. Every last man in the mess hall, even the one who heats the water to keep us from getting the GI shits has a job to do. Even the chaplain is important, for if we get killed and if he is not there to bury us we'd all go to hell.

Each man must not only think of himself, but of his buddy fighting beside him. We don't want yellow cowards in this army. They should all be killed off like flies. If not they will go back home after the war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed brave men. Kill off the goddamn cowards and we'll have a nation of brave men.

One of the bravest men I ever saw in the African campaign was the fellow I saw on
top of a telegraph pole in the midst of furious fire while we were plowing toward Tunis. I stopped and asked what the hell he was doing up there at that time. He answered, "Fixing the wire, sir." "Isn't it a little unhealthy right now?," I asked. "Yes sir, but this goddamn wire's got to be fixed." There was a real soldier. There was a man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how great the odds, no matter
how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time.

You should have seen those trucks on the road to Gabes. The drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they rolled over those son-of-a-bitching roads, never stopping, never faltering from their course, with shells bursting around them all the time. We got through on good old American guts. Many of these men drove over forty consecutive hours. These weren't combat men. But they were soldiers with a job to do. They did it -- and in a whale of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without them the fight would have been lost. All the links in the chain pulled together and that chain became unbreakable.

Don't forget, you don't know I'm here. No word of the fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell became of me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this Army. I'm not even supposed to be in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the goddamn Germans. Someday I want them to raise up on their hind legs and howl, "Jesus Christ, it's the goddamn Third Army and that son-of-a-bitch Patton again."

We want to get the hell over there. We want to get over there and clear the goddamn thing up. You can't win a war lying down. The quicker we clean up this goddamn mess, the quicker we can take a jaunt against the purple pissing Japs an clean their nest out too, before the Marines get all the goddamn credit.

Sure, we all want to be home. We want this thing over with. The quickest way to get it over is to get the bastards. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin. When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a Boche will get him eventually, and the hell with that idea. The hell with taking it. My men don't dig foxholes. I don't want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don't give the enemy time to dig one. We'll win this war but we'll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans we've got more guts than they have.

There is one great thing you men will all be able to say when you go home. You may thank God for it. Thank God, that at least, thirty years from now, when you are sitting around the fireside with your grandson on your knees, and he asks you what you did in the great war, you won't have to cough and say, "I shoveled shit in Louisiana."
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Give 'em two in the chest and one in the head for me

Just saw this over at Blackfive, and thought I'd share. Captain Uri Lavie gave this speech to his company before engaging Hezbollah on July 27th.

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This is our time to rise to the challenge, put on the helmets and the bullet proof vests and make sure that the northern border is secure.

We shall fulfill any mission in a most effective manner, in face of any challenge.

If we shall not fulfill our mission we shall forfeit the right to exist.

We shall not lose this war, which we did not start.

Our duty is to serve as a defense force of the Jewish People, and to secure the peace of mind of the civilians in northern Israel.

If we shall not do it, no one will do it in our place.

For two thousand years we waited for the establishment of the Jewish State, and we are not going to roll back because a bunch of terrorists assume that they can scare us.

He who cannot defend Liberty does not deserve Liberty.

If we will not be able to fight until our last drop of blood, in order to secure the Liberty of our People on its own soil, our People will not enjoy Liberty.

There is time to talk and there is time to act. At this time, when missiles and Katyushas afflict the North all the way to Haifa, in addition to the two kidnapped soldiers, the ten soldiers killed and the dozens injured, it is time to fight and not to talk. We are the force, which has been chosen to fight, and we shall perform in the most effective manner.

I will be the first one to enter the battle and the last one to come out, and will do everything in my power to get you out alive and well. On Friday, with God's help, we will rejoin with our families. However, I cannot do it alone. Once we cross the northern border, you should exercise full alert and full responsibility toward your fellow soldier.

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Total War

Mr. Krauthammer's insightful (as usual) take on Israel's "disproportionate" response brought to the forefront of my mind some thoughts I've had for several years. Specifically, the necessity of waging total war on our enemies in order to acquire long lasting victory and peace.

Make no mistake, this is the final Crusade, and there will be a single winner who goes home with all the marbles. Either Western Civilization, led by the United States, reigns supreme, or the world devolves back to the 12th century and will be barbarously ruled as the Caliphate. Muslims who adhere to the text of their religion will only accept complete submission of all, and nothing less. The only means to remove this threat, and their capacity to wage war, is their obliteration. If any remain, if one stone still lays against another, they will still fight.

The calls for cease-fire and talks ignore what should be the highest goal of statecraft. Diplomacy should never be the be-all-end-all of foreign policy. National security, the defense of the country, ought to be the ultimate aim. Diplomacy is simply a tool. If other tools, such as war, are more effective in seeing to our security, those are the ones that should be used. If we would possess a better position from using the full capacity of our military, rather than invoking any other political apparatus, then it should be used as soon and as violently as possible.

War is hell. There is no way around that eternal truth. What we can do is accept that fact and apply it to our advantage. By eliminating the enemy as ferociously as we are capable, from equipment, to infrastructure, to capacity for rest and relaxation, to the individuals themselves, the fight becomes much more brief, since there soon becomes no more targets to attack. The quicker and more decisive the fight, the more persistent the triumph and tranquillity. Many good men would die in such an event, but far fewer than the "death by a thousand cuts" that we have endured for years and decades.

Maybe intelligence tests to vote aren't so bad

Damn skippy! The idea that "the more people vote, the better", is antithetical to a healthy republican democracy. I really don't care about the the percentage of the enfranchised population that voted in any given election. The sad fact is that a tiny subsection of voters have done even scant research before casting their ballot. That only serves to mock and degrade the capacity of our government to justly govern and defend our God-given rights.

I would much prefer a system similar to that employed in Colonial and early U.S. America where only landed men vote. A modern rendition could be that the more money you pay in taxes, the greater value your vote has compared to others. For example, a man could have one ballot to cast for every dollar paid in taxes. After all, the more you have, the more can be taken from you. If "no taxation without representation" is the ideal, tying the government's 'legitimized' thievery to the ballot brings us closer to that perfection. The more taxes you pay, the more representation you should get.

Here's Michelle Malkin's Vent on the topic.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Greater love hath no man...

The U.S. has given Medals of Honor for similar conduct.

Lt. Gary Miller, Sgt. Frankie Molnar, Pvt. James Monroe, Sgt. Robert Murray, Pvt. Milton Olive, to name just a few.

Thank you, Major Klein. May your children have a safer future for your sacrifice.

The Enemy Within

While only fractionally less insidious than this guy, Israel looks to have a pretty serious Fifth Column to deal with. [hat tip: Israellycool]

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Carmiel Mayor: Local Arabs Helping Hizbullah


21:44 Jul 27, '06 / 2 Av 5766

(IsraelNN.com) Carmiel Mayor Adi Eldar said Thursday night he is "convinced a gang to the north of us" is informing Hizbullah terrorists on the location of explosion of Katyusha rockets. One street has been hit twice by the missiles.


Carmiel is located several miles northeast of Haifa and there are dozens of Arab villages in the nearby vicinity. It has been attacked almost daily by Hizbullah-fired rockets, causing widespread damage and injuries. A large number of the city's population has fled.

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The simplest and most effective solution would be internment. Such a proposal would obviously be difficult for Israelis to swallow, but when virtually every muslim wants to an wipe you off the face of the earth, and a seeming plurality among them would give their lives for that end, more palatable options are unlikely to leave you the last man standing.

Just awesome



Evolution of Dance

God's Chosen


I think this is a rather stirring photo of IDF reserve troops mobilizing in front of the Western Wall before potentially engaging Hezbollah and their sponsors [hat tip: John Batchelor].


Psalms 83

O God, do not keep silent; do not be still, do not be quiet!
Look! Your enemies are in revolt, and those who hate you are rebelling.
They are making secret plans against your people; they are plotting against those you protect.

"Come," they say, "let us destroy their nation, so that Israel will be forgotten forever."
They agree on their plan and form an alliance against you: the people of Edom and the Ishmaelites; the people of Moab and the Hagrites; the people of Gebal, Ammon, and Amalek, and of Philistia and Tyre. Assyria has also joined them as a strong ally of the Ammonites and Moabites, the descendants of Lot.

Do to them what you did to the Midianites, and to Sisera and Jabin at the Kishon River.
You defeated them at Endor, and their bodies rotted on the ground.
Do to their leaders what you did to Oreb and Zeeb; defeat all their rulers as you did Zebah and Zalmunna, who said, "We will take for our own the land that belongs to God."

Scatter them like dust, O God, like straw blown away by the wind.
As fire burns the forest, as flames set the hills on fire, chase them away with your storm and terrify them with your fierce winds.

Cover their faces with shame, O LORD, and make them acknowledge your power.
May they be defeated and terrified forever; may they die in complete disgrace.
May they know that you alone are the LORD, supreme ruler over all the earth.

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