Monthly Archives: August 2009

Speaking of Parasites

From2Millionth Web Log

Human hookworm Neal Boortz, who owes his livelihood in no small part to government policy/programs that guarantee his exclusive access to parts of the airwaves, marks the fourth anniversary of the flood of New Orleans in his usual way. Creep.

Meanwhile, if you want to read something that underscores the reality of the flood, in all its tragedy, complications, and nuanced shades of gray, that is to say, the way an adult understands and interprets, this article is lengthy but worth reading. Real life is far more complex than Neal Boortz will ever comprehend with his own outlook pretty much permanently set at the level of a remedial Nancy comic. My guess is that his idea of a difficult decision is waffle or English muffin when he sits down to breakfast.

And so it goes.

There Is Something Sick About Us

That we tolerate this kind of filth on our televisions.

For all the wankery about TV ratings, about strong language and sex and violence and nudity (or as it’s known in the A household, Tuesday nights with Denis Leary) I would submit Neal Boortz’s kind of thing does far more damage to impressionable minds than all of the above.

Time for the next advertiser boycott.


An Adequate Mask

Mr. A is quite clear on the instructions for my funeral. No church, no hymns, no speeches about eternal life. It’s what I did in this one that mattered, so have a big party, make me sound nicer than I was, and keep doing the stuff that I cared about doing because that’s how you honor someone’s memory. I get that funerals are for the living, but all the ones I’ve been to lately, wasn’t a single person there comforted more by the droning sermons than by the party afterward, so throw the party and forget the sermons. Play the loudest music in the place and drink the good scotch. You know, like our wedding reception.

For God’s sake, talk about my work. There were years it was 90 percent of my waking hours, years it was 100 percent. It was important to me. I wouldn’t have done it otherwise. It was the fundamental reason for my existence. Sure, you can talk about what I served at that one dinner party five years ago, I mean, if you want to, or about the way my hair frizzes when it rains. That might be fun. But you want to talk about me? Talk about my work. Talk about what I did, not about how much TV I watched or something. Jesus.

Let’s have at this for a moment. I fully understand why wingnuts raised the drumbeat over Wellstone’s funeral, over Coretta Scott King, even as Reagan’s remembrances shut down Washington for days. I fully understand their desire to not every have a single second of a single day in which they’re not dominating the conversation with their topic of choice. I fully understand the desire to wrench a moment of national mourning away and turn it into a bludgeon. That is, after all, where they eat.

What I don’t understand is going along with it on the Sunday shows and accepting their premise that politics is bad, politics is icky, politics is unseemly, politics should be somewhere else, other than around the funeral of the consummate politician of our age. I’d like someone to ask Chuck Todd who’s a master of this sort of crap, and David Gregory who eagerly deep-throats every Republican wonder-weasel that crosses his path, and Tweety who surely will be shaking with anticipation at finding a new faux-scandal to which he can beat his meat, I’d like someone to ask them why they as political pundits don’t want to see people engaging in politics. What exactly are people supposed to talk about at Ted Kennedy’s funeral? Muffin recipies?

It has somehow become repulsive to most of America’s political
reporters that someone be engaged in politics, be remembered for
engaging in politics, be talked about for their impact on politics. I
don’t know when “political” became code for “you don’t have to care
about this, it’s all just theater anyway, fuck it, gimme another
donut,” but somehow it has. Chuck Todd talks about prosecutions of
torturers as becoming “political trials” as if that’s enough to
disqualify the idea. Politicians can’t have their beliefs or adhere to
them passionately, that “just all politics.” And politics has no place at a funeral.

If one of you doesn’t show up at mine and quote from my endorsement of Chris Dodd for president, I will haunt you all, I swear.



Scout’s Farewell

Back in August of 2005 I was blogging at my little blog and had decided I was going to quit blogging. Then Katrina hit. I was compelled to continue blogging. After more than 3 years of blogging primarily about the recovery in New Orleans, I have come around full circle to that decision to quit political blogging. I find I don’t have much to say anymore…at least I wouldn’t say it any better than many others do.

I am not a writer, or pundit, or journalist (citizen or otherwise). I am just an American who felt strongly about the necessity of this country to right the wrong that had been done to the Gulf Coast and in particular New Orleans. I believed and still do believe that it is a moral imperative and that in not doing so we, as a country, as a community, risk losing our soul. I would submit that as a society we lost our moral compass when bodies were allowed to remain in the streets of N.O. for days and weeks, or in homes for months and even a year in some cases, as the powers that be argued over who would foot the bill to recover the remains of the victims of the flooding of New Orleans. There is something very wrong when such a thing can occur in a great nation. It is that issue that kept me blogging about New Orleans when many had moved on and moved me to question and look deeper, for if we were failing at such a basic level, what other failures were occurring I wondered. Of course time would reveal many failures and limited successes on our part as a nation and that is what I attempted to chronicle.

After a year I realized that chronicling was the word that best explained what I was doing. Early on I admit I had hoped my blogging could perhaps bring change but after a year I knew that was folly, hubris and naivety on my part. I had wanted to do more, always more. But as is so often the case when we seek to give, we find wereceive so much more than it would even have occurred to us to be possible. That was the case for me and I am forever grateful to so many for that.

I made many trips to New Orleans over the past years. I was given the opportunity to witness the people of New Orleans lift their city from ruin…out of love. Because it has been their doing…when often they waited and waited for help, fought against the misunderstanding and falsehoods, became the pawn in political fights, faced the sting of abandonment and worse. They taught me so much about what community is and that it is worth fighting for. I unabashedly admire them and I came to love their city.

I was in New Orleans a few weeks ago and this trip was purely for pleasure. As I rode the St Charles Avenue street car line for the first time I thought …this was what it was for…to have this moment, this experience, one so rich in history and so unique in the American experience. I was relaxing and enjoying New Orleans for perhaps the first time post Katrina. I thought though my work hadn’t come close to achieving what I naively had once hoped for, I hoped now that in some small way my work could be seen as anattempt atsupport of what they have done. I hadn’t changed anything but I hoped that perhaps my blogging efforts had helped them feel not soalone.If I achieved that I guess that is pretty good.

Witnessing their love for their city made me look anew at my own. I realized how much I had taken for granted here. I find myself now falling in love with my own local and am better for it. I had wanted to move to New Orleans yet this journey instead brought me home.

Finally I have been graced with wonderful friendships which will last a lifetime. It was lb0313 who invited me, a stranger, into her home. I can never thank her adequately for the many experiences and all she has shown me, but thank her once again I will. Thank you dear friend.

As another anniversary approaches, focus will once again turn to New Orleans and the Gulf Coast. It is my fervent hope that such focus will last more than a day. If one were to ask me what to blog on that day, I would say post the simple yet poignant graphic the NOLA bloggers post, seen here. Then write about New Orleans on the day after and the week after and in the months after the anniversary. Because it is not over, they are not OK yet. I hope we can make them and us OK once again.

I want to thank all of the great readers and commenters here at First Draft. You’re the best. I have so much gratitude to extend to Athenae for bringing me here, for her editorial guidance over the years and especially for her friendship. You have been so supportive, words can not do it justice but Thank You A!

As for my future, I plan to do some bike blogging at this site–Bike Scout. Stop by anytime

Thank You ALL and if you will indulge me one last time…I always found writing to be painful but I did so enjoy making my little videos. So here are a few of which I am particularly proud:


They Called Us Traitors

All us filthy hippies:

Among the headlines promoted by publisher Thomas Dunne Books: Ridge was
never invited to sit in on National Security Council meetings; was
“blindsided” by the FBI in morning Oval Office meetings because the
agency withheld critical information from him; found his urgings to
block Michael Brown from being named head of the emergency agency
blamed for the Hurricane Katrina disaster ignored; andwas
pushed to raise the security alert on the eve of President Bush’s
re-election, something he saw as politically motivated and worth
resigning over.

Because that’s what we were, back in 2004, we Kerry-voting Bush-doubting hippies who couldn’t do anything right. We just wanted to undermine the president and so we’d suggest monstrous things, like maybe we weren’t in danger of being attacked on the eve of the election, like maybe Bush was quite often talking out his ass when it came to these “terror alerts” and having himself a little funny at the expense of the whole world. Who could even think such a thing? Surely our sick imaginations had their limits.

Apparently my sick imagination did have its limit because while I personally imagined Bush would manipulate the terror alert system for his own political gain, I never imagined him doing it obviously enough to piss off Tom Ridge. You’ll notice the manipulation and incompetence had to be blatant to get Ridge riled up. It had to be, you know, not just upping the alert level on the basis of some oldsauce intel from three years ago, it had to be not just fucking up the workdays of like five thousand flight attendants and those poor TSA fuckers and grinding the airports down to a slow trickle, it had to be doing it right before an election.

So fuck Ridge in his ear. It was worth resigning over but not worth saying anything about until now, when he could make a buck off it selling books? Releasing that book on Sept. 1? Why not Sept. 11? Why not go all the way in? What an asshole. He can join a long line of former Bush administration whores at the sink allout damned spot. I mean, you tell us this NOW? Instead of in 2004, when it could have fucking helped? When it was actually happening? Four years more of that chewy little jerk, you gave us, and don’t tell me this wouldn’t have turned the tide, it was a close election, anything could have turned it, four years in which countless people died and oh, yeah, a whole fucking city drowned, and you could have stopped it?

And you come to us now?Now, when we’rethis? When we’re this shell-shocked, retina-burned national kicked puppy jumping a mile every time the phone rings? When we’re unable to open our mouths on TV without eating each other alive? When we can’t have a civil debate about anything because a third of us are too cowardly and a third are too stupid and a third are exhausted and just want some ice cream and a nap? You wait until we’re this to tell us what you have to tell?

For what possible purpose? To be absolved? Not a chance, you son of a bitch. Nobody who stood around while this crap happened and waited five years to speak up gets to say shit that isn’t an apology. I don’t care how horrifying Tom Ridge found it all at the time. He kept his mouth shut and he stayed indoors and yeah, maybe he quit, but he sure as hell didn’t do it fast enough. I have zero respect. They called us traitors, and we were right, and he and many many others knew it, and didn’t say a damn thing till now, when it’s just too late for it to do any good.



Politics…same shit, different party

At HuffPo, Harry Shearer relates:

Near the end of the conference, I relate this tale to an
acquaintance wise — or at least schooled — in the ways of media and
politics. I say I might try one more time to reach out to Axelrod
himself. “Don’t bother with Rahm Emanuel or Axelrod,” he advised. Why?
“Their only interest in all of this is destroying Bobby” — a reference
to the state’s fast-talking Republican governor and possible 2012
Presidential candidate Bobby Jindal.

“You mean, the same way that the Bush crowd only cared about
destroying Kathleen Blanco?” I asked. His smile was part-rueful,
part-“It’s never too late to get wise, bud”.

Game, Set, PWNED

Seattle Times editorial page editor Ryan Blethen thinks it’s cute to remind all us kids out here how it works in the NBA:

Journalists have the right to write pointed critiques or damaging
stories. This is never done lightly and must be backed up with fact.
What we do can alter somebody’s life for better or worse. Almost every
professional journalist is careful not to abuse this right of free

There is nothing wrong with pushing the limits of the First
Amendment, but there is a line where free speech can go too far and
real damage is done. Bloggers are writing past this line and finding
themselves in trouble.

The common refrain from bloggers is that they have a right to say
what they want, especially if it is their opinion. Whatever that
opinion is, it needs to be grounded in fact. If it is not then the
writer runs the risk of being sued for libel, which is a false
statement that damages a person’s reputation.

To which Romenesko’s commenters call bullshit:

George Will is a certified obfuscator and
liar on the issues of campaign finance and global warming, to name just
one example of a professional opinion journalist I’ll bet appears
regularly on Mr. Blethen’s page. Professional journalist Marc Ambinder
of The Atlantic just took a well-earned shellacking from bloggers Marcy
Wheeler and Glenn Greenwald for asserting that it was reasonable to
overlook liberal criticism of the run-up to the Iraq war because it
came from “Bush-haters.” Talk about “over the top” conclusions and
“poor word choice,” not to mention armchair psychoanalysis of people
the writer never met based entirely on their B+ in Psychology 101. I
assumed that most editorial page editors knew that unsupported
generalizations are lazy writing; I pity Mr. Blethen’s charges, who
apparently are learning nothing under him.

Blethen’s examples are some asshole celebrity blogger and Hal Turner. Those are our cautionary tales, like, thanks Chipper, until you mentioned it I was totally going to model all my future work on Perez Hilton and end every post with Heil Hitler. Whew. Dodged that bullet there.

It is a big Internet. Surely you can find better examples of all those irresponsible bloggity people than that. I mean, if we’re so crazy with the unsourced reporting and whatnot, it shouldn’t be so hard to find many, many ways in which we’re all violating the Baby Journalism Jesus.

Joining in the wanking, Lucy Dalglish:

Lucy Dalglish, executive director of The Reporters Committee for
Freedom of the Press, said she is receiving more and more calls from

“They don’t seem to understand that if you are going to spout off, that spouting off has consequences,” she said.

The average blogger doesn’t have the same understanding as trained
journalists do of the difference between fact and opinion and the use
of “red flag words.”

“As more citizens are out there blogging away many of them don’t have a grasp of what the law is,” Dalglish said.

Of COURSE she’s going to get more and more calls from bloggers. This is a new medium. People are trying it out. Some will act stupid and get their asses sued. Others won’t. This is how it’s supposed to work. It’s not a sign of the apocalypse. Chill.

The common refrain from bloggers is that they have a right to say what
they want, especially if it is their opinion. Whatever that opinion is,
it needs to be grounded in fact. If it is not then the writer runs the
risk of being sued for libel, which is a false statement that damages a
person’s reputation.

Or they’ll just be given a column at a major metro daily.

From whence does that refrain of “I can say what I want” come? Blethen doesn’t tell us. Andlibel isn’t that simple, which is why lawyers make the big bucks:

Libel and slander are legal claims for false statements of fact
about a person that are printed, broadcast, spoken or otherwise
communicated to others. Libel generally refers to statements or visual
depictions in written or other permanent form, while slander refers to
verbal statements and gestures. The term defamation is often used to
encompass both libel and slander.

In order for the person about whom a statement is made to recover
for libel, the false statement must be defamatory, meaning that it
actually harms the reputation of the other person, as opposed to being
merely insulting or offensive.

The statement(s) alleged to be defamatory must also have been
published to at least one other person (other than the subject of the
statement) and must be “of and concerning” the plaintiff. That is,
those hearing or reading the statement must identify it specifically
with the plaintiff.

The statement(s) alleged to be defamatory must also be a false
statement of fact. That which is name-calling, hyperbole, or, however
characterized, cannot be proven true or false, cannot be the subject of
a libel or slander claim.

The defamatory statement must also have been made with fault. The
extent of the fault depends primarily on the status of the plaintiff.
Public figures, such as government officials, celebrities, well-known
individuals, and people involved in specific public controversies, are
required to prove actual malice, a legal term which means the defendant
knew his statement was false or recklessly disregarded the truth or
falsity of his statement. In most jurisdictions, private individuals
must show only that the defendant was negligent: that he failed to act
with due care in the situation.

A defamation claim — at least one based upon statements about
issues that are matters of public interest — will likely fail if any
of these elements are not met.

Facts. Extremely annoying.

If bloggers don’t learn to check themselves, and use a modicum of
restraint, then not only will people get hurt but free speech could be
irreparably damaged.

How, exactly, would such checking take place? How would Blethen know we’ve all “checked” ourselves? Should we submit reports? To whom? Would we have the Internet police? Could Ryan Blethen personally edit all of Blogspot? Can we appoint a Blog Czar who could take our Boy Wonder badges away if we said somethign mean? And could Ryan Blethen please point out for me the ways in which such restraint is currently enforced across all traditional media outlets? He might want to start with CNN and work his way up to Fox and talk radio gradually. We don’t want to frighten the poor innocent thing.

What damage might be done to free speech by a small minority of bloggers being idiots (if indeed such examples exist; they seemed impossible for Blethen to find)? Hal Turner’s a professional asshole, that means we should chuck the Constitution and replace it with the I Heart Fascism brochure? I don’t get the Clash of Civilizations urgency here. Maybe it’s just me. I probably need to check myself and use a modicum of restraint.


ps. Still? Seriously? Is it 2003 and nobody told me to set my clock back?

They Talk on the Radio, Therefore They’re Journalists

Jesus Tikka Masala Christ.

One of the most dishonest things about our dishonest media conversation is the near-total lack of focus on broadcasters during the come-lately accuracy jihad. I still remember sitting in an airport listening to Glenn Beck talking to some blow-dried news twink on CNN about how Obama “wants to talk to people who hate us and want to destroy us.” Totally unchallenged, no opposing viewpoint cited, just Glenn Beck, commenting away and being, unlike many bloggers, a total hyperbolic lying asshole.


“It was never about him”

Earlier this morning, Biden shared a heartfelt remembrance of Senator Kennedy.

(Sorry about the grab from Politico. It was the best quality video I found of the press conference.)

Voices Whispering

I could spend all day combing the wingnutsphere for the worst of what’s being said, but I don’t know, those aren’t the people whose opinions I care about. Not today.



“I will always remember Teddy as the ultimate example for all of us who
seek to serve, a hero for those Americans in the shadow of life who so
desperately needed one.

“He worked tirelessly to lift Americans out of poverty, advance the
cause of civil rights, and provide opportunity to all. He fought to the
very end for the cause of his life – ensuring that all Americans have
the health care they need.

“The commitment to build a stronger and fairer America, a more perfect
union, was deeply ingrained in the fiber of who he was, and what he
believed in, and why he served.

“That’s why he stands among the most respected Senators in history. But
it was his sympathetic ear, his razor wit, and his booming, raucous
laugh that made him among the most beloved.”



No words can ever do justice to this irrepressible, larger than life
presence who was simply the best — the best Senator, the best advocate
you could ever hope for, the best colleague, and the best person to
stand by your side in the toughest of times. He faced the last
challenge of his life with the same grace, courage, and determination
with which he fought for the causes and principles he held so dear. He
taught us how to fight, how to laugh, how to treat each other, and how
to turn idealism into action, and in these last fourteen months he
taught us much more about how to live life, sailing into the wind one
last time. For almost 25 years, I was privileged to serve as his
colleague and share his friendship for which I will always be grateful.



For five decades,
virtually every major piece of legislation to advance the civil rights,
health and economic well being of the American people bore his name and
resulted from his efforts.

I valued his wise counsel in the Senate,
where, regardless of the swirl of events, he always had time for a new
colleague. I cherished his confidence and momentous support in my race
for the Presidency. And even as he waged a valiant struggle with a
mortal illness, I’ve profited as President from his encouragement and


Show Me Something

They think it’s for their benefit:

I am in no way unhappy with the outcome of Nuremberg, but my
understanding is that most international lawyers regard them basically
as show trials. I’m not sure they’re a great example to use.


[The Nuremberg Trials] may well be the most significant action taken by
the American government in the 20th to establish ourselves as defenders
of the rule of law. The Bush administration has done immeasurable
damage to our standing in the world by approving policies of torture,
extraordinary rendition, and secret prisons – among many, many other
things. McArdle’s glib dismissal of history and law is only shocking to
the extent that she purports to be a libertarian. Otherwise such a
passive acceptance of the abandonment of the rule of law in America is
fairly indicative of what we have seen fromthe American press, a fact that goes a long way to explaining why the Bush administration has not been held accountable for their lawlessness.

You know, we are rapidly getting to a point where people cannot conceive of anything being done because it’s right, is the truly frightening thing about all this. For years we’ve had these structures, these assurances, these ways of pulling ourselves back from the edge, and now we think, let’s just declare “game over” and say it’s time to “move on” and not worry so goddamn much about the “past” and all that, because it’s just a show, really. It’s just something to watch on TV. It’s just something we can all look at, from the outside, from the other side of the plexiglass window, and watch, and feel things about. It doesn’t really mean anything. Show trials. Jesus Marie Antoinette Christ, show trials, she says.

Because this is the end result of all our focus on how we, as a nation, fucking feel today. This is the result: people seriously advancing the argument that the Nuremberg Trials were for show, because … what else could they be for? Justice? Mercy, even? Fuck no. The only purpose of anything is to make us feel a certain way, nothing is real, the cake is a lie, it’s all just a dream Sue Ellen had and Bobby’s in the shower or something. Show trials. SHOW trials.


Hurricane Center director warned by superiors to stop commenting on hurricane satellite possibly failing

Earlier this week AP reported on how the aging QuikScat satellite used for predicting the intensity and path of hurricanes could fail at any time. Bill Proenza, director of the National Hurricane Center has been outspoken on this but was warned by superiors to stop commenting on it…

On Friday, Proenza was given a 3-page letter
from the acting head of the Weather Service, Mary Glackin. Proenza’s
recent statements “may have caused some unnecessary confusion about
NOAA’s ability to accurately predict tropical storms,” Glackin wrote.

who visited Proenza’s office at the National Hurricane Center in Miami,
said that talking with other weather service managers would have given
Proenza “accurate factual data.”

Proenza said Friday that he did
not believe that his comments caused confusion and that he had properly
talked with his superiors. The letter is an attempt to quiet his
comments on the satellite, he said. He said another superior had
previously warned him to stop making comments about QuikScat.

“I’m not going to do anything different,” he said after getting the letter.(my emphasis)

Good for Mr Proenza

‘Not My Job’

Wow, Matt Lauer’s doing his family proud these days:

After Monday’s show, Lauer flew off to conduct an undisclosed “big” interview. He’s piling up newsmakers, lately. Over the weekend, he sat down with Sen. Larry Craig (R-Idaho) and his wife to ask about Craig’s gay-sex-bathroom scandal. Portions run at 7 tonight on NBC, with more Wednesday on “Today.”

In between “Today” segments, I half-joked, “Did you ask him why he’s a big liar?”

“That’s not my job,” Lauer said. “My job is to ask middle-of-the-road questions and let the audience judge for themselves.”

On the one hand, at least he’s being honest about it. “My job is to be an inoffensive pussy, even when I’m selling myself as a hard-hitting interviewer capable of handling questioning public officials on behalf of a public which does not have the access I have.” He is, after all, the morning companion for people who have nothing else to do in the a.m. and the guy following Larry Craig was probably a chef of some kind showing people how to make low-fat tartlets, I mean, nobody was exactly under the impression that this was Edward R. Murrow here.




Excuses, Excuses


If it was Hillary, they’d have pulled out all the footage from the campaign.

If it was Dodd, they’d have pulled out all the footage from the campaign plus some shit about his mortgage.

If it was Kerry they’d have pulled out the footage from Oh Four of John O’Neill barfing his own personal issues all over the country and run it ad nauseum. Plus the windsurfing stuff, because that for some reason gets wingnuts hot.

I don’t know what they would have done about Chet Edwards or Sebelius but I’m pretty sure it would have been something similar. Whoever Obama picked, there was footage of them someplace saying something nice about one of his opponents. If the ticket wasObama/Jesus Christ ’08, they’d run ads saying that at one point, Jesus appeared and drew a cross in the dirt and endorsed John McCain. No matter what you do, they’ll hit you, so stop pretending it’s about you at all. Bullies don’t need an excuse to bully. You know what bullies need to bully? Oxygen and an audience. Fuck ’em. Make them eat that goddamn Koho.

My take on Biden: Dude, it’s the VP. I’m not supposed to be enthralled and in love. Biden’s a grown-up. I want him to keep his foot out of his mouth and up John McCain’s ass from now until November. The way the process was ramped up into a frenzied “who will Obama choose?” scenario brought the fun, and the fun has been in short supply of late, so that made me happy. Anything beyond that is wankery as won’t matter more than ten seconds from now, since things are moving fast these days.

Bring on Denver. Convention posting and crack vans begin Monday afternoon, around 3 p.m. MST. I’m gonna bring a spare laptop battery and hope I can coax enough juice out of my computer to make it a full six hours in the van with you all watching, but we’ll see what the technical limitations of theTent prove to be.


Looking For The Bottom

The housing market can’t seem to find it.

Sentiment among U.S. home builders slid in June to the lowest level in more than 16 years as tighter lender practices and rising mortgage rates crimped sales, the National Association of Home Builders said on Monday.

The NAHB/Wells Fargo Housing Market index fell two points to 28 in June, the lowest since it hit 27 in February of 1991, the group said.

Economists had predicted the index would be unchanged from May’s 30 reading, based on a Reuters survey. Readings below 50 mean more builders view market conditions as poor rather than favorable.

Today on Tommy T’s Obsession With The Freeperati – “they had it comin’ ” Edition

Good morning, everyone!
I think I finally found one too toxic to open by hand, so let’s get out the extra long tongs for this one.
Virgotex, open the lock. Pansypoo, hose down anything that tries to escape with the bleach spray.
Double boots and gloves, if you will.

Posted onFriday, August 21, 2009 9:47:30 PM bygrandpa jones

To: grandpa jones
what a mistake, he has nothing to apologize for!
posted onFriday, August 21, 2009 9:53:37 PM

To: grandpa jones

I guess he figured, everybody else is apologizing, he might as well do it too.

“Everybody wants to get into the act!” – Jimmy Durante

posted onFriday, August 21, 2009 9:55:41 PM
(January 20th, 2013)

Yep – cheating on your wife isexactly like mowing down women and children in a ditch.
I get those two confused a lot, too.

To: grandpa jones
Do you think Teddy the Fish will follow the example?

I am betting “no.”

posted onFriday, August 21, 2009 10:23:27 PM
(IranAzadi|5yst3m 0wn3d-it’s N0t Y0ur5:SONY|Remember Neda Agha-Soltan|TV–it’s NOT news you can trust)

Yep – because having a fatal car crash is just like executing four-year-olds with an automatic weapon. Except that you don’t have to reload.

div class=”a2 blockquote” style=”margin-left: 40px;”>To: Strategerist

He did nothing wrong in fact he did everything right.

Leaflets were airdroped(sic) prior and anything that moved was to be killed.

An employee of mine was leading a platoon at nother(sic) city at the same
time under the same criteria and just as Mi lai(sic), they killed everything
that moved, men women, childern(sic), and animals!

posted onFriday, August 21, 2009 10:38:13 PM

I’ll bet he’s a lot of fun at inventory time!

div class=”a2 blockquote” style=”margin-left: 40px;”>To: elcid1970

They should have given him a medal for killing the so called civilians!

The interveining(sic) chopper pilot was the one that was wrong.

Kids be damned!

A good friend of mine was killed in Korea because he was stupid
enough to let a little kid approach him with a paper bag asking for
candy and the kid knifed him with a knife in the bag.

his buddie(sic) killed the kid but to(sic) late!

posted onFriday, August 21, 2009 10:54:31 PM

To: dalereed

“Leaflets were airdroped prior and anything that moved was to be killed.”

So a bunch of women and children sitting in a ditch, under
guard…that constitutes “movement” and you have no problem with Calley
coming over and killing these people? Even a 2 year old?

posted onFriday, August 21, 2009 11:31:56 PM
(“laws requiring compulsory abortion could be sustained under the existing Constitution”Obama Adviser)

To: icwhatudo

“So a bunch of women and children sitting in a
ditch, under guard…that constitutes “movement” and you have no
problem with Calley coming over and killing these people? Even a 2 year

Not at all.

posted onFriday, August 21, 2009 11:33:41 PM

To: PzLdr

I was more worried about my butt during those
days. However, I believe we won that one despite civilian losses and
despite what Uncle Walter fed to the American public in his newscasts.

posted onFriday, August 21, 2009 11:50:49 PM
(Obama? Not so much.)

What “winning” looks like:



To: doc1019
the whole thing was an act of deceit.
posted onSaturday, August 22, 2009 12:36:13 AM

Those villagers were justpretending to be shot to pieces!


And, when all else fails, blame it on the RINO!!

To: stylecouncilor

But for Colin Powells involvement in this? Hey, wait a minute. He’s a black American hero.

Like hell. He was subordinate to Americal Division G-2, who should
have gotten in a helicopter and flown down the ten minutes down there.
But instead he stays in his air conditioned hooch and writes a soothing
report about how American troops are trained not to do things like
this. Just what the General wants to hear. Then gets back to his beer,
or whatever.

He should have been kicked out of the Army for his negligence.

posted onSaturday, August 22, 2009 8:10:37 AM

Well, that screwed up the air scrubbers pretty badly, so I’m gonna have to take them apart and rebuild the rotors.

Some things just won’t wash out.

See you guys after the rebuild and the jump, whichever comes first…