... but sometimes it's better to let the rattle snake bite the other fella.
Here's an interesting video.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Word of the day
- UBIQUITY, n.
- The gift or power of being in all places at one time, but not in all places at all times, which is omnipresence, an attribute of God and the luminiferous ether only. This important distinction between ubiquity and omnipresence was not clear to the mediaeval Church and there was much bloodshed about it. Certain Lutherans, who affirmed the presence everywhere of Christ's body were known as Ubiquitarians. For this error they were doubtless damned, for Christ's body is present only in the eucharist, though that sacrament may be performed in more than one place simultaneously. In recent times ubiquity has not always been understood -- not even by Sir Boyle Roche, for example, who held that a man cannot be in two places at once unless he is a bird.
Who Said "Martial Law"?
Feds Train Clergy To "Quell Dissent" During Martial Law [VIDEO]
Pastors and other religious representatives could become secret police enforcers who teach their congregations to "obey the government."
The video to your right is a shocking KSLA news report which confirms that so-called "Clergy Response Teams" are being trained to by our federal government to "quell dissent" in the event of a declaration of martial law. Pastors and other religious representatives could become secret police enforcers who teach their congregations to "obey the government" and how to participate in property and firearm seizures, mass vaccination programs and forced relocation.
Check out the video ...
Pastors and other religious representatives could become secret police enforcers who teach their congregations to "obey the government."
The video to your right is a shocking KSLA news report which confirms that so-called "Clergy Response Teams" are being trained to by our federal government to "quell dissent" in the event of a declaration of martial law. Pastors and other religious representatives could become secret police enforcers who teach their congregations to "obey the government" and how to participate in property and firearm seizures, mass vaccination programs and forced relocation.
Check out the video ...
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Bumper Sticker Mentality
Glenn Greenwald / Salon
One way to look at the threat posed by Islamic radicalism (let us call it Option A) is to see it as the Epic War of Civilizations, the Existential Threat to Everything, the Gravest and Scariest Danger Ever Faced which is going to take over the U.S. and force us all to bow to Islam.
Read the lead up ...
The real joke is when you do a little reading about the Bush family history and find 'ole grand-dad, Prescott, was a Nazi sympathizer who was involved in an aborted plot to overthrow Roosevelt ... with the ultimate aim of entering the war on the side of Nazi Germany. Maybe that has something to do with the the fascination ... does the German American Bund ring a bell? If not, look them up. It'll be instructive.
Is there a conspiracy? Not at all, but rotten apples don't fall very far from the tree.
One way to look at the threat posed by Islamic radicalism (let us call it Option A) is to see it as the Epic War of Civilizations, the Existential Threat to Everything, the Gravest and Scariest Danger Ever Faced which is going to take over the U.S. and force us all to bow to Islam.
Another way to look at it (let us call this Option B) is to dismiss it entirely, to believe there is nothing wrong with Islamic radicalism, to think it should just be completely ignored because it poses no dangers of any kind.
There are, however, other options besides A and B. Therefore, to reject Option A is not to embrace Option B.
One would have thought that logical principle too self-evident to require pointing out, but as is typically the case when one assumes that, one is proven wrong.
On a different note, is the curriculum for history classes in some American states restricted to learning about Hitler and the Nazis and 1938 and Hitler and Germany? It must be, because there are many right-wing fanatics whose entire understanding of the world is reduced in every instance to that sole historical event -- as though the world began in 1937, ended in 1945, and we just re-live that moment in time over and over and over:
Love war? You are Churchill, a noble warrior. Oppose war? You're Chamberlain, a vile appeaser. And everyone else is Hitler. That, more or less, composes the full scope of "thought" among this strain on the right.
Read the lead up ...
The real joke is when you do a little reading about the Bush family history and find 'ole grand-dad, Prescott, was a Nazi sympathizer who was involved in an aborted plot to overthrow Roosevelt ... with the ultimate aim of entering the war on the side of Nazi Germany. Maybe that has something to do with the the fascination ... does the German American Bund ring a bell? If not, look them up. It'll be instructive.
Is there a conspiracy? Not at all, but rotten apples don't fall very far from the tree.
Bringing Honesty and Integrity to American Politics
Ex-Illinois Governor's Conviction Upheld
Appeals Court Upholds Former Illinois Gov. George Ryan's Racketeering Conviction.
By MIKE ROBINSON Associated Press Writer
CHICAGO Aug 21, 2007 (AP)
A federal appeals court upheld former Gov. George Ryan's racketeering and fraud conviction Tuesday, but he will be allowed to remain free on bond while his lawyers make a fresh appeal.
The 73-year-old former governor, once the state's most powerful Republican, had been under a court order to report to prison within 72 hours of the failure of his appeal.
Another part of the never ending story ...
Appeals Court Upholds Former Illinois Gov. George Ryan's Racketeering Conviction.
By MIKE ROBINSON Associated Press Writer
CHICAGO Aug 21, 2007 (AP)
A federal appeals court upheld former Gov. George Ryan's racketeering and fraud conviction Tuesday, but he will be allowed to remain free on bond while his lawyers make a fresh appeal.
The 73-year-old former governor, once the state's most powerful Republican, had been under a court order to report to prison within 72 hours of the failure of his appeal.
Another part of the never ending story ...
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Eavesdropping in a DC parking lot
Scene: Man cuts a woman off to snatch a coveted parking space along a Clarendon street. Woman (looks to be in her mid 60's) stops car and gets out. She goes over to the man and starts tearing him a new one:
Man: Ma'am, it's just a parking space, settle down.
Grandma: Don't tell me to settle down!
Man: Ma'am think about your dignity, think about your self respect!
Grandma: Don't talk to me about fucking self respect you motherfucker!
Yup ... really.
Why do I find this so amusing?
Man: Ma'am, it's just a parking space, settle down.
Grandma: Don't tell me to settle down!
Man: Ma'am think about your dignity, think about your self respect!
Grandma: Don't talk to me about fucking self respect you motherfucker!
Yup ... really.
Why do I find this so amusing?
Will you still need me when I'm 64?
Not that it makes a heck of a lot of difference but, today is my Birthday ... the 62nd. I could retire and start taking Social Security but, as Candy pointed out this morning as we listened to the cats trying to get into the bathroom cabinets ... bump, bump ... bump, bump, bump ... it wouldn't be enough.
She's right. It wouldn't. Not by a long shot!
The packers arrived yesterday morning at about 9am and began the mindless business of boxing everything that we own. I say "mindless" without malice or negative judgment. In one who packs other's belongings, it's a virtue. We could never pack as efficiently or effectively. We would continually be figuring out what should go with what. It would be an agonizing, thought-filled process that would go on forever. On the other hand, the packers were well beyond that. If it moved and it fit, it went into the box they were working on at the time. End of story.
They were done by 1pm. Our month of packing yielded some twenty or twenty five boxes neatly stacked in the garage. Their three or so hours, excluding frequent cigarette breaks, left piles of boxes as tall as a man, impeding transit throughout the house.
I made a couple trips between houses yesterday afternoon, trying to move a few essential things. The idea was to spend the night n our new place. The two cats made the journey without slipping into insanity. However, it took them until abut 9pm to come out of hiding and start exploring.
While I was dealing with the packers, Candy was trying to deal with the phone guy who's object seemed to burn as much time as possible on the assignment and the Sears delivery guys, who installed the new 50/50, solid black refrigerator with interior water dispenser without incident. (I have a thing about refrigerators that have crap on the outside door. I much prefer clean lines.) The refrigerator looks for all the world like the monolith from Kubrick's movie "2001".
I'd sorta planned to watch part one of the three part "Warriors of God" series on the tube but, when it came right down to it, I couldn't bring myself to sit there in front of the TV, listening and watching more depressing things done in the name of the deity. Instead, I spent a couple delightful hours on the phone, listening to the Cox Communications automated telephone answering menus, trying to reach and actual human being so I could get at least one of the damned computers up and running. Though I eventually went to bed in defeat, leaving the cable modem and the wireless router in a room together overnight seems to have done the trick. It appears they have reached an accommodation and, now they are conversing with one another again.
Of course, in moving the "essentials" yesterday afternoon, it seems I omitted my toothbrush and my morning regimen of blood pressure and anti-cholesterol pills. I'm considering going out for bacon and eggs to ease the pain of that discovery.
A cigar in the back yard at dawn went a long way to soothe the savage beast. By comparison to the street noise of the old place - ass end hard pressed against Houghton Road and virtually every bit of commuter traffic on the far east side of Tucson - the almost silence of the new place is soul refreshing in the extreme. We're in gated community, about a half mile from the nearest boom box on wheels. Just considering the prospect almost makes me giddy. There are places in our small (though at least three times the size of the yard we're leaving) where you an almost pretend you're not in the city limits.
I think I'm going to like it here. I think I'm going to like it here for a long time.
Well, at least until I'm 64.
She's right. It wouldn't. Not by a long shot!
The packers arrived yesterday morning at about 9am and began the mindless business of boxing everything that we own. I say "mindless" without malice or negative judgment. In one who packs other's belongings, it's a virtue. We could never pack as efficiently or effectively. We would continually be figuring out what should go with what. It would be an agonizing, thought-filled process that would go on forever. On the other hand, the packers were well beyond that. If it moved and it fit, it went into the box they were working on at the time. End of story.
They were done by 1pm. Our month of packing yielded some twenty or twenty five boxes neatly stacked in the garage. Their three or so hours, excluding frequent cigarette breaks, left piles of boxes as tall as a man, impeding transit throughout the house.
I made a couple trips between houses yesterday afternoon, trying to move a few essential things. The idea was to spend the night n our new place. The two cats made the journey without slipping into insanity. However, it took them until abut 9pm to come out of hiding and start exploring.
While I was dealing with the packers, Candy was trying to deal with the phone guy who's object seemed to burn as much time as possible on the assignment and the Sears delivery guys, who installed the new 50/50, solid black refrigerator with interior water dispenser without incident. (I have a thing about refrigerators that have crap on the outside door. I much prefer clean lines.) The refrigerator looks for all the world like the monolith from Kubrick's movie "2001".
I'd sorta planned to watch part one of the three part "Warriors of God" series on the tube but, when it came right down to it, I couldn't bring myself to sit there in front of the TV, listening and watching more depressing things done in the name of the deity. Instead, I spent a couple delightful hours on the phone, listening to the Cox Communications automated telephone answering menus, trying to reach and actual human being so I could get at least one of the damned computers up and running. Though I eventually went to bed in defeat, leaving the cable modem and the wireless router in a room together overnight seems to have done the trick. It appears they have reached an accommodation and, now they are conversing with one another again.
Of course, in moving the "essentials" yesterday afternoon, it seems I omitted my toothbrush and my morning regimen of blood pressure and anti-cholesterol pills. I'm considering going out for bacon and eggs to ease the pain of that discovery.
A cigar in the back yard at dawn went a long way to soothe the savage beast. By comparison to the street noise of the old place - ass end hard pressed against Houghton Road and virtually every bit of commuter traffic on the far east side of Tucson - the almost silence of the new place is soul refreshing in the extreme. We're in gated community, about a half mile from the nearest boom box on wheels. Just considering the prospect almost makes me giddy. There are places in our small (though at least three times the size of the yard we're leaving) where you an almost pretend you're not in the city limits.
I think I'm going to like it here. I think I'm going to like it here for a long time.
Well, at least until I'm 64.
By definition - religion
Pulling one coin after another from the air, he dropped them, thunk, thunk, thunk, into the bucket. Just as the audience was beginning to catch on — somehow he was concealing the coins between his fingers — he flashed his empty palm and, thunk, dropped another coin, and then grabbed another from a gentlemen’s white hair. For the climax of the act, Teller deftly removed a spectator’s glasses, tipped them over the bucket and, thunk, thunk, two more coins fell.
As he ran through the trick a second time, annotating each step, we saw how we had been led to mismatch cause and effect, to form one false hypothesis after another. Sometimes the coins were coming from his right hand, and sometimes from his left, hidden beneath the fingers holding the bucket.
He left us with his definition of magic:
“The theatrical linking of a cause with an effect that has no basis in physical reality, but that — in our hearts — ought to.”
Monday, August 20, 2007
More Bush Support for the Constitution
The $80,000 Anti-Bush T-Shirts
by Bill Katovsky on HuffPost
Last year, I wrote on HuffingtonPost about a young Texas couple who had been arrested for wearing anti-Bush T-shirts at a Fourth of July event in Charleston, West Virginia, where the President was scheduled to give a speech.
Jeff and Nicole Rank, of Corpus Christi, Texas had stood quietly in the crowd, wearing hand-drawn T-Shirts with Bush's name on the front and the international "No" symbol. They didn't yell, they didn't cause a fuss. Yet they were forcibly removed from the event by a phalanx of law enforcement officials at the behest of Bush operatives.
It was another egregious example of how little the Bush White House genuinely respects freedom of speech.
Can't spoil a Bush photo op, can we? Nonetheless, the Ranks' wrongful arrest made national news, and the ACLU decided to handle the couple's case against the U.S. government for a violation of their civil rights.
Well, justice prevailed (sort of) on Thursday, when the government settled the lawsuit for $80,000.
More here ...
What my friends on the right seem to miss is that the REAL client in every case the ACLU takes is the Constitution - without exception. The degree to which one decries the ACLU's defense of the provisions of the Constitution (whatever the surrounding circumstances) is a good measure of how opposed one is to the actual rule of law and the degree to which one actually hates America and what it stands for.
by Bill Katovsky on HuffPost
Last year, I wrote on HuffingtonPost about a young Texas couple who had been arrested for wearing anti-Bush T-shirts at a Fourth of July event in Charleston, West Virginia, where the President was scheduled to give a speech.
Jeff and Nicole Rank, of Corpus Christi, Texas had stood quietly in the crowd, wearing hand-drawn T-Shirts with Bush's name on the front and the international "No" symbol. They didn't yell, they didn't cause a fuss. Yet they were forcibly removed from the event by a phalanx of law enforcement officials at the behest of Bush operatives.
It was another egregious example of how little the Bush White House genuinely respects freedom of speech.
Can't spoil a Bush photo op, can we? Nonetheless, the Ranks' wrongful arrest made national news, and the ACLU decided to handle the couple's case against the U.S. government for a violation of their civil rights.
Well, justice prevailed (sort of) on Thursday, when the government settled the lawsuit for $80,000.
More here ...
What my friends on the right seem to miss is that the REAL client in every case the ACLU takes is the Constitution - without exception. The degree to which one decries the ACLU's defense of the provisions of the Constitution (whatever the surrounding circumstances) is a good measure of how opposed one is to the actual rule of law and the degree to which one actually hates America and what it stands for.
Hilary and the Princess Bride
Clinton may be a target of Rove's reverse psychology
In a tactic from the '04 Bush-Kerry match-up, the strategist could be trying to divert attention away from a more formidable Democrat.
By Peter Wallsten / LATimes / August 19, 2007
WASHINGTON — Day after day last week, outgoing White House political strategist Karl Rove delivered slashing attacks on Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton, the Democratic presidential front-runner. Her healthcare record was "spotty and poor," he declared. Her candidacy was "fatally flawed," he said. And no one with her negative poll numbers, he stated, "has ever won the presidency."
Why did Rove, who often stays in the background, step forward to deliver such public attacks -- especially when the Democrats haven't begun to choose their presidential candidate for 2008 and when the general election is more than a year away?
The answer might seem obvious: Rove saw Clinton as a formidable opponent and wanted to get his licks in early.
For high-level campaign professionals like Rove, however, that kind of thinking may be too simple.
The decision to focus on the New York senator to the exclusion of other potentially formidable Democratic standard-bearers such as Sen. Barack Obama of Illinois offered a rare glimpse into a world where things are not always what they seem -- the world of modern-day electioneering, whose denizens often prefer going from A to B by way of Z.
The rest of the piece is here ...
Reading that put me in mind of some dialog from the movie, The Princess Bride:
Man in Black: All right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right... and who is dead.
Vizzini: But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Man in Black: You've made your decision then?
Vizzini: Not remotely. Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows, and Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.
Man in Black: Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.
Vizzini: Wait til I get going! Now, where was I?
Man in Black: Australia.
Vizzini: Yes, Australia. And you must have suspected I would have known the powder's origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Man in Black: You're just stalling now.
Vizzini: You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? You've beaten my giant, which means you're exceptionally strong, so you could've put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you've also bested my Spaniard, which means you must have studied, and in studying you must have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Man in Black: You're trying to trick me into giving away something. It won't work.
Vizzini: IT HAS WORKED! YOU'VE GIVEN EVERYTHING AWAY! I KNOW WHERE THE POISON IS!
Man in Black: Then make your choice.
Vizzini: I will, and I choose - What in the world can that be?
Vizzini: [Vizzini gestures up and away from the table. Roberts looks. Vizzini swaps the goblets]
Man in Black: What? Where? I don't see anything.
Vizzini: Well, I- I could have sworn I saw something. No matter. First, let's drink. Me from my glass, and you from yours.
Man in Black, Vizzini: [they drink ]
Man in Black: You guessed wrong.
Vizzini: You only think I guessed wrong! That's what's so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned! Ha ha! You fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous is never get involved in a land war in Asia, but only slightly less well-known is this: never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha...
Vizzini: [Vizzini stops suddenly, and falls dead to the right]
Buttercup: And to think, all that time it was your cup that was poisoned.
Man in Black: They were both poisoned. I spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocane powder.
In a tactic from the '04 Bush-Kerry match-up, the strategist could be trying to divert attention away from a more formidable Democrat.
By Peter Wallsten / LATimes / August 19, 2007
WASHINGTON — Day after day last week, outgoing White House political strategist Karl Rove delivered slashing attacks on Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton, the Democratic presidential front-runner. Her healthcare record was "spotty and poor," he declared. Her candidacy was "fatally flawed," he said. And no one with her negative poll numbers, he stated, "has ever won the presidency."
Why did Rove, who often stays in the background, step forward to deliver such public attacks -- especially when the Democrats haven't begun to choose their presidential candidate for 2008 and when the general election is more than a year away?
The answer might seem obvious: Rove saw Clinton as a formidable opponent and wanted to get his licks in early.
For high-level campaign professionals like Rove, however, that kind of thinking may be too simple.
The decision to focus on the New York senator to the exclusion of other potentially formidable Democratic standard-bearers such as Sen. Barack Obama of Illinois offered a rare glimpse into a world where things are not always what they seem -- the world of modern-day electioneering, whose denizens often prefer going from A to B by way of Z.
The rest of the piece is here ...
Reading that put me in mind of some dialog from the movie, The Princess Bride:
Man in Black: All right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right... and who is dead.
Vizzini: But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Man in Black: You've made your decision then?
Vizzini: Not remotely. Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows, and Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.
Man in Black: Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.
Vizzini: Wait til I get going! Now, where was I?
Man in Black: Australia.
Vizzini: Yes, Australia. And you must have suspected I would have known the powder's origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Man in Black: You're just stalling now.
Vizzini: You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? You've beaten my giant, which means you're exceptionally strong, so you could've put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you've also bested my Spaniard, which means you must have studied, and in studying you must have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Man in Black: You're trying to trick me into giving away something. It won't work.
Vizzini: IT HAS WORKED! YOU'VE GIVEN EVERYTHING AWAY! I KNOW WHERE THE POISON IS!
Man in Black: Then make your choice.
Vizzini: I will, and I choose - What in the world can that be?
Vizzini: [Vizzini gestures up and away from the table. Roberts looks. Vizzini swaps the goblets]
Man in Black: What? Where? I don't see anything.
Vizzini: Well, I- I could have sworn I saw something. No matter. First, let's drink. Me from my glass, and you from yours.
Man in Black, Vizzini: [they drink ]
Man in Black: You guessed wrong.
Vizzini: You only think I guessed wrong! That's what's so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned! Ha ha! You fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous is never get involved in a land war in Asia, but only slightly less well-known is this: never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha...
Vizzini: [Vizzini stops suddenly, and falls dead to the right]
Buttercup: And to think, all that time it was your cup that was poisoned.
Man in Black: They were both poisoned. I spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocane powder.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Is it too soon to say "I told you so"?
"Viewed from Iraq at the tail end of a 15-month deployment, the political debate in Washington is indeed surreal. Counterinsurgency is, by definition, a competition between insurgents and counterinsurgents for the control and support of a population. To believe that Americans, with an occupying force that long ago outlived its reluctant welcome, can win over a recalcitrant local population and win this counterinsurgency is far-fetched. As responsible infantrymen and noncommissioned officers with the 82nd Airborne Division soon heading back home, we are skeptical of recent press coverage portraying the conflict as increasingly manageable and feel it has neglected the mounting civil, political and social unrest we see every day. (Obviously, these are our personal views and should not be seen as official within our chain of command.)
"The claim that we are increasingly in control of the battlefields in Iraq is an assessment arrived at through a flawed, American-centered framework. Yes, we are militarily superior, but our successes are offset by failures elsewhere. What soldiers call the “battle space” remains the same, with changes only at the margins. It is crowded with actors who do not fit neatly into boxes: Sunni extremists, Al Qaeda terrorists, Shiite militiamen, criminals and armed tribes. This situation is made more complex by the questionable loyalties and Janus-faced role of the Iraqi police and Iraqi Army, which have been trained and armed at United States taxpayers’ expense."
Who's saying that?
Buddhika Jayamaha is an Army specialist. Wesley D. Smith is a sergeant. Jeremy Roebuck is a sergeant. Omar Mora is a sergeant. Edward Sandmeier is a sergeant. Yance T. Gray is a staff sergeant. Jeremy A. Murphy is a staff sergeant.
Infantrymen and noncommissioned officers with the 82nd Airborne Division soon heading back home.
Obviously a bunch of down and out hippy-commie pinkos who want to see America loose!
You can pick up on the rest of what they have to say right here ...
Note: The 82nd Airborne does not have a reputation for being wusses or running from a fight. You can find a little bit about their proud history here.
"The claim that we are increasingly in control of the battlefields in Iraq is an assessment arrived at through a flawed, American-centered framework. Yes, we are militarily superior, but our successes are offset by failures elsewhere. What soldiers call the “battle space” remains the same, with changes only at the margins. It is crowded with actors who do not fit neatly into boxes: Sunni extremists, Al Qaeda terrorists, Shiite militiamen, criminals and armed tribes. This situation is made more complex by the questionable loyalties and Janus-faced role of the Iraqi police and Iraqi Army, which have been trained and armed at United States taxpayers’ expense."
Who's saying that?
Buddhika Jayamaha is an Army specialist. Wesley D. Smith is a sergeant. Jeremy Roebuck is a sergeant. Omar Mora is a sergeant. Edward Sandmeier is a sergeant. Yance T. Gray is a staff sergeant. Jeremy A. Murphy is a staff sergeant.
Infantrymen and noncommissioned officers with the 82nd Airborne Division soon heading back home.
Obviously a bunch of down and out hippy-commie pinkos who want to see America loose!
You can pick up on the rest of what they have to say right here ...
Note: The 82nd Airborne does not have a reputation for being wusses or running from a fight. You can find a little bit about their proud history here.
Seriously Ironic
following by Mark Silva on The Swamp
Michael Brown, the former federal official who bore the brunt of criticism for the government's handling of Hurricane Katrina, has moved on to a new career -- offering disaster relief and data-mining for government agencies and other customers.
One company he represents, InferX, has found work with the Pentagon's Missile Defense Agency, Brown says, and is attempting to sell its services to airlines and agencies that monitor passengers for potential terrorist threats.
Another, Las Vegas-based Noninvasive Medical Technologies, which makes health-care monitors and has a contract with the Air Force for combat-casualty care. Its wireless equipment allows medics to set up triage in the field. "I could have used this in Katrina, in a heartbeat," Brown says.
Brownie is doing another heck of a job ...
UH ... did anyone read his resume?
Michael Brown, the former federal official who bore the brunt of criticism for the government's handling of Hurricane Katrina, has moved on to a new career -- offering disaster relief and data-mining for government agencies and other customers.
One company he represents, InferX, has found work with the Pentagon's Missile Defense Agency, Brown says, and is attempting to sell its services to airlines and agencies that monitor passengers for potential terrorist threats.
Another, Las Vegas-based Noninvasive Medical Technologies, which makes health-care monitors and has a contract with the Air Force for combat-casualty care. Its wireless equipment allows medics to set up triage in the field. "I could have used this in Katrina, in a heartbeat," Brown says.
Brownie is doing another heck of a job ...
UH ... did anyone read his resume?
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