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Meeting Colonel Ralph Peters

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010

At the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills, I recently had the honor and privilege of meeting Lieutenant Colonel Ralph Peters.

The event was put together by the David Horowitz Freedom Center.

I recently interviewed Colonel Peters, but had never met him before. He is a hero of mine. While others talked, he was giving his blood, sweat, and tears so I may type opinions on a keyboard.

https://tygrrrrexpress.com/2009/08/my-interview-with-colonel-ralph-peters/

On military matters, he is one of the top analysts in the country in terms of access, intelligence, and piercing logical reasoning.

Politicians tell us what we want to hear. Ralph Peters tells us what we need to hear.

His recent book, “The War After Armageddon” starts out after the destruction of Israel and terrorist attacks on Los Angeles and Las Vegas. The book starts dark, gets darker, and concludes black.

Colonel Peters felt that having Jack Bauer come in and save the day would not be realistic. Colonel Peters is deliberately trying to scare the daylights out of us. This is good. We should be scared. His speech came only days after al-Qaeda in Yemen became a hot news topic and global concern.

I spoke with Colonel Peters before and after the event. A conversation with him is a crash course in military education. If there are people who know more about how to solve global conflicts than he does, I have not met these people. One thing that people may not pick up on based on his television appearances is that he is actually a very warm, friendly, and engaging person. For a man of his accomplishments, he is exceedingly humble.

My respect and praise for Colonel Peters knows no bounds. Therefore, I will say no more and let one of the best and brightest military analysts the world has ever known offer his insights on various global threats.

With that, I present the wisdom of Colonel Ralph Peters.

“It’s great to be with you. The median IQ in this room is greater than that of the intelligence community.”

“The media is fascinated with Yemen. It’s been there a long time. The media treats it like it is something new, like another planet past Pluto.”

“This is indicative of the tunnel vision displayed by the media and the intelligentsia.”

“We pay so little attention to Mexico. Most people can’t even name three past presidents of Mexico.”

“Everything that is said about Afghanistan can be said about Mexico. Mexico is a threat to our security.”

“Conservatives need to stop being like the hard left. Stop engaging in groupthink. Liberals think all war is wrong. Conservatives think every war is a good war.”

“The strategy in war should be about a positive return on investment. That is cold-blooded, but we have to ask the right questions. Will there be a positive return on our investment?”

“There are three basic questions we need to ask when deciding on war.

1) What are we trying to do?

2) Can it be done?

3) Is it worth doing?

Determining whether it is worth doing means we ask, will there be a positive return on investment? Are the risks reasonable?”

“President Obama said the right thing. He said we have to go after al-Qaeda. Yet his actions are about dealing with the Taliban.”

“The Taliban are hillbillies. I know about hillbillies. My family are hillbillies.”

“Afghanistan is so corrupt that it makes the South Vietnam governments look like models of democracy.”

“Our military is incapable of cutting losses. It’s like dumping a bad stock. They can’t do it.”

“Our military’s can-do attitude is usually a good thing. We just have trouble cutting losses.”

“The Taliban is gaining strength. Aghanis see us as occupiers.”

“We see that they are voting, but how are they really voting in their hearts after eight years?”

“We can’t get Afghans to fight for Hamid Karzai.”

“In Afghanistan, the central government was always the enemy. They take the people’s taxes, crops, sons, and even daughters.”

“Afghanistan is not a state as we know it. Then again, California is quite askance.”

“Afghanistan is an accident created where other wars ended.”

“The Taliban want the Pashtuns to have their own country.”

“I am not advocating that we help them. I am explaining their thinking. In their mind, why shouldn’t 30-35 million Pashtuns have their own country?”

“For 200 years, Afghanistan has been a losing investment. It was this way for the Russians and for everybody else.”

“I am not advocating withdrawal from Afghanistan. We need a smaller number of troops, a lighter, sleeker force that is prepared to kill al-Qaeda.”

“Teaching dental hygiene is not helpful in stopping Arab terrorists.”

“We have a Vietnam-like obsession with worthless real estate. We obsess over dirt.”

“Political correctness has seeped into our general ranks.”

“Some people say that killing terrorists just breeds more terrorists. I’ve never been threatened by dead terrorists. You want to be a martyr? Ok. After we killed Zarquai, was there a post-Zarquai rush? No.”

“There have been four great military innovations. One of them is the use of UAVs, the use of Drones.”

“Sometimes American wealth stifles innovation. Look at our enemies. Look at Vietnam. Sometimes poverty forces creativity.”

“Our military is obese. We’ve increased troop levels. We’ve become less lean, less mean, and less agile.”

“One suicide bomber is annoying. Hundreds of them are effective.”

“For those who refer to suicide bombers as homicide bombers, knock it off. They are not homicide bombers. Timothy McVeigh was a homicide bomber.”

“We still can’t defeat the roadside bombs.”

“Our enemies are willing to think in longer terms than our congressional elections.”

“The Talbian is thinking objectively. We are not.”

“The Taliban are psychotic, but they are able to analyze situations. Their techniques are brilliant and dirt cheap.”

“The U.S. military has not had one world class strategist in the last half a century.”

“The answer in war is to kill the enemy wherever you find them. The solution is not to be nice to the Germans when they are killing Jews. You kill the bad guys. You don’t take them to New York City for trial.”

In war you do three things. 1) Kill the bad guys. 2) Help the good guys. 3) Know the difference.

“The War on Terror is a zero sum game. I don’t know one al-Qaeda guy that has been converted. They are not going to become Southern Baptists.”

“In America we have a fear of lawyers. We can’t even shut down their internet sites.”

“Al-Qaeda are the enemies of law abiding Muslims. We don’t hear about them killing other Muslims.”

“Islam has always been brutal. It is spread by the sword. It is a religion of war.”

“We must find an accommodation for the peaceful Muslims, but accommodation does not mean become like Vichy France.”

“Blanket criticism of Islam is not helpful. We have to divide the extremists from the moderate Muslims.”

“There is a middle ground, which is why I get attacked on all sides. The left in America says that I want to kill everybody. The right says I am a closet Sufi. Al-Qaeda lives in an absolutist world. We shouldn’t.”

“In Afghanistan, army soldiers and marines are dying for bullsh*t. Show me the payoff.”

“The Taliban are not dying for a minimum wage. They are true believers.”

“It is a fanatical religion. Where are the Christian suicide bombers? Where are the Chasidic suicide bombers? They would dance around first and then pull the trigger.”

“Talking about religion makes DC nervous. If you subtract religion, there is no al-Qaeda.”

“The United States Army has great tacticians, but they are not paid to think. In the Army, thinking outside the box means finding a completely new way to tell the boss he was right all along.”

The extensive remarks about Afghanistan were followed by questions that led to remarks about other countries. On Pakistan, Colonel Peters offers a very bold solution that most politicians would not even consider. Again, it is easy to be brave when not spending every waking minute worried about being fired. Colonel Peters is retired. His speech is as free as it is candid and right.

“What if we abandon Pakistan? What if we just say that India can handle it?”

“My book does not have a happy ending. Having the Mossad and Jack Bauer show  up would not be helpful.”

“We need to scare people. Ahmadinejad is not one of us. He’s not from the SKull and Bones Society.”

“The Christmas bomber spoke about Allah.The United States says that they don’t know what he was talking about. We have our fantasies too.”

“If we left Pakistan in terms of support, they would have to behave. India would devour them.”

“The only thing unifying Pakistan is Islam.”

“The idea that Pakistan will work with us is nonsense. Pakistan will never behave until there are penalties for misbehavior.”

“Karzai’s family is supported by heroin. The number one drug lord in Afghanistan is Karzai’s brother.”

“The Taliban are willing to fight. The people are not willing to fight for Karzai.”

“The people will fight for religion, their family, and for turf.”

“In the Arab world, the state is the enemy.”

“In 2006 Israeli war with Hezbollah, the Israeli Defense Forces were not willing to do what it took to win. Next time they will.”

“We can’t get the Islamists to want what we want.”

“In Judo, you figure out what your opponent wants, and you judo them. The goal is not to make them want to pay California taxes. You’re going to have to figure out your budget mess another way.”

“In Iraq, religious fanatics kill each other. This is akin to ancient Jewish infighting in Israel, allowing the Romans to invade.”

“Religious Revolts are never put down by compromises. You kill the bad guys.”

“The U.S. surge gave people the courage to flip on al-Qaeda. Al-Qaeda was a foreign presence.”

“The Iraq approach won’t work in Afghanistan. The Taliban are the home team.”

“You have to look at what people are willing to die for.”

“You can’t nation build where there is no nation.”

“The British figured it out. You butcher and then bolt. It sounds cold, but that is what you do in war.”

“Iran is different. Arabs have no civilizations. Arabs have cultures. Persians have a civilization.”

“In warfare, you destroy the enemy and break their will.”

“We should have a force of 15,000 to 25,000 troops in Afghanistan.”

“Wherever you find al-Qaeda, you kill it, whether it be in Paris or in the California legislature.”

“Bob Gates is one of the best defense secretaries of all time.”

“If airports want to be do a full body scan on me, I am fine with it. My body is old but utilitarian. However, other people would not be fine with it. People are outraged. Their scan might end up in porno shops or on the internet.”

“We can’t fight terrorism by by punishing U.S. travelers.”

“Profiling is not perfect, but it works. If it stops nine people, and one gets through, it still works.”

“With regards to Mexicans, there are two extremes. We can’t just divide the camps into full citizenship or get out. There has to be a middle ground. Stanford graduates won’t pick lettuce or change the bedsheets.”

There is no way to do justice to the message that Colonel Peters is spreading.

We can buy his books, and listen to him speak, but the key thing we must do is “get it.”

Colonel Peters had a couple of message sin his speech that he reiterated several times. This is because some things must be said over and over until every American is with the program.

We are at war. The solution is to find the bad guys and kill them.

Anything less is counterproductive.

In a world where many things make no sense, it is refreshing to be reminded that many things and people make perfect sense.

It was an honor and a privilege, Colonel Peters.

Thank you and welcome home sir.

eric

Welcome Back Jack

Monday, January 18th, 2010

In Golden Globes news, nobody cares. That concludes my report on the Golden Globes.

Dr. Martin Luther King had a legacy of non-violence. He was gunned down by another man that refused to share his vision. It saddens me that I refuse to accept his peaceful approach. I just do not believe it will ever work. May he rest in peace. I will not say any more about him since my words run counter to his, and today is his day.

The real world of pain can return tomorrow. Today is one more day of escapism. Apologies in advance, but on this day I am celebrating justified violence.

Let…It…rock…

“When I arrive…I will bring the fire…make you come alive…I can take you higher…let it rock, let it rock, let it rock…When I arrive…I will bring the fire…make you come alive…I can take you higher…let it rock, let it rock, let it rock…”

The ticking of the clock only meant one thing…Jack Bauer has returned.

As the NFL Playoff games wound down yesterday, the bucketshot of testosterone went all Sunday night as “24” returned to television for its eighth season.

There are many events going on the world. The world is on fire. Escapism can only last for so long. When it does, boy is it pleasurable.

For those that love to attack conservatives for being unable to separate reality from fantasy, I am well aware that 24 is just a tv show. Jack Bauer is fictional. That does not change the fact that his methods of doing things are right.

Khalid Sheik Mohammed is getting a civilian trial in New York City. A home grown terrorist in Fort Hood, Texas murdered 12 people. An underwear bomber nearly murdered 300 people on Christmas. Our government did nothing. It was private citizens on the plane that saved the day.

Our current government is willing to let people get blown to Kingdom Come all so they can get an ACLU endorsement that isn’t worth a d@mn thing.

Our enemies are cutting off heads and limbs. We can’t even make Al Qaeda go bobbing for underwater evidence, even though nobody died from waterboarding. When we waterboarded KSM, he gave us actionable intelligence that helped disrupt hundreds of other plots.

Maybe when liberals have their own homes blown up they will learn that self-righteousness does not save lives. Dealing harshly with the bad guys does. This is not nationalism or jingoism. It is realism.

Very few people know anything about military matters. One person who does is Colonel David Hunt. If you want to be scared spitless…let me rephrase…whether you want it or not, you need to be…his attitude toward torture is a very reasonable one. He wrote the book “They Just Don’t Get It.” The book should be mandatory reading for everyone.

Colonel David Hunt confessed on live television that in his 30 year military career, he had to do it twice. He said we should stop being ambiguous about it and just say we do it. He made it clear that he was not proud of doing it, but he believed he did the right thing, and would have done it again. If we are going to do it, be honest about it.

Colonel Ralph Peters is another man that knows what he is talking about. I met him the other day, and I have just started reading his new book, “The War After Armageddon.” I interviewed him a few months ago, and will have more to say about this fine hero in the coming days.

As he says about his book, it starts dark, gets darker, and ends as dark as possible. His concern about Jack Bauer is not the methods, but the fact that in the real world, there often is no happy ending. We cannot sit back and wait for Jack Bauer to show up. In the real world, either we kill the bad guys, or we all end up dead.

Colonel Hunt and Colonel Peters are retired now. Yet they are more in the know than most people on this planet. Another one we need to know is Colonel Bill Cowan.  He put it bluntly when he said, “I am against waterboarding. Let me say this again clearly. I am against waterboarding. I prefer electricity.”

Colonel Cowan does not have bloodlust. Far from it. He wants the bad guys killed so that no more Americans end up dead.

The current administration does not have a zero tolerance policy. They will allow a certain number of dead Americans. Perhaps had 300 been murdered on Christmas, they would have taken action. Maybe that number is high enough. A dozen dead in Texas is too low a number. Maybe the number is in between.

As the current administration plans to close Guantanamo Bay and give terrorists full legal rights, our enemies plot to murder us. Several soldiers punch a terrorist in the face, and the soldiers end up on trial. This is liberalism in its ugliest most harmful form.

Jack Bauer would be beating up bad guys. He would be jamming his gun wherever he needed to as long as it got results. He does not do it out of joy, but out of necessity. He would not apologize, and he would not back down in a Senate hearing when questioned by pompous gasbags that know nothing.If he called Barbara Boxer “mam,” she would shut up and take it.

Welcome back Jack. America has been overrun by liberal pansies. This is the new real world.

I think for one more day, I will stick to fantasy land where capturing and killing terrorists and saving American lives is more important than smug, lofty proclamations of moral superiority.

Mr. Obama loves his children. God forbid Sasha or Malia were kidnapped, he would be hiring 1000 Jack Bauers to take any measures necessary to keep them safe.

The world will be a better place when he drops his cool facade and begins to show an ounce of emotion about anybody else’s children.

Go get ’em Mr. Bauer. Get every last one of them.

As for our real soldiers, the president cannot prosecute all of you. Do what you have to do.

eric

Hanukkah Night 6–San Francisco Bound

Wednesday, December 16th, 2009

The Tygrrrr Express is off to the Belly of the Beast for the 6th night of Hanukkah.

Tonight I am speaking to the Marin County GOP near San Francisco. I am the undercard to California Republican Party Vice Chairman Tom Del Beccaro.

Yet no matter what the year, some things are universal. With that, I repeat prior sentiments regarding some important wars that were moral and just.

As Hanukkah enters its 6th night, I remind the entire world that again what is being celebrated is a military victory. The Maccabbees came, saw, and kicked rumpus. They did not negotiate, or dialogue, or sing kumbaya. They did not have pointless meetings. They did not take photo ops. They got the job done militarily, and were rewarded with the right to stay alive.

One of the reasons the Jews were able to win battles in the dead of night is because there were no print media at the time revealing secret troop movements. There were no anti-war movies. The ACLU did not exist, so the Maccabees could kill with impunity.

If we are all dead, then all the civil liberties in the world will not matter. This brings me to the greatest generation, those who fought the good war, the heroes of World War II.

First of all, we just had another anniversary of Pearl Harbor Day. December 7th, 1941, was the day that Franklin Delano Roosevelt correctly said would “live in infamy.” The soldiers of World War II saved the world. They defeated two threats that would have destroyed civilization and ended life as we had known it. When we see one of these fine people, we should say, “thank you and welcome home.”

Yet while the soldiers of WW II are beloved, and FDR is revered by many, what is less known is the set of steps that the government undertook during this war. For those who want to read a fantastic book, I recommend Tony Blankley’s brilliant work, “The West’s Last Chance.”

http://www.townhall.com/columnists/tonyblankley/

On pages 116 and 177, Mr. Blankley lists steps that were taken by the National Association of Broadcasters less than two weeks after Pearl Harbor.

“Do not broadcast personal observations on weather conditions. Watch sports broadcasts for this. A late night comment that ‘it’s a fine clear night” might be invaluable information to the enemy.”

“Do not broadcast any long list of casualties. This has been specifically forbidden.”

In February of 1942, the federal government offered more restrictions.

“Criticism of equipment, appearance, physical condition, or morale of the Armed Forces of the United States or any of its allies” is to be censored. Also outlawed is the “reporting of rumor or atrocity stories.”

Seventy newspapers were banned, and in a delicious irony, Father Charles Coughlins antisemitic newspaper “Social Justice” was banned. I say ironic because leftists Jews have claimed that the Torah (Old Testament) commands Jews to engage in social justice, which therefore commands them to be politically liberal and hate all things connected to republicans and conservatism. If only these bleeding hearts knew that Social Justice, aka their reason for existing, was an antisemitic paper. Then again, give how angst ridden and self hating many of these Jews are, I would not be surprised if they happily read this paper at the dinner table.

The bottom line is that in the same way that the Jewish community was tough, aka sensible, the federal government did what needed to be done to win wars and save all we hold dear. Leftists claim that George W. Bush is destroying their civil liberties, but what his administration has proposed is nowhere near as extreme as what FDR proposed and carried out. Yes, the very FDR that is lionized as a demigod by liberals everywhere actually cared about a muscular foreign policy.

That muscular foreign policy that was once bipartisan is now under assault from within. Reasonable minds can disagree on whether or not America should wage war under certain situations. What should never be in dispute is that deliberately trying to sabotage a war effort is wrong. It is beyond wrong. It is sedition.

It is wrong to give away secret troop movements. Anything that hampers America in terms of strategy should be the domain of our enemies. Arthur Sulzberger, the owner of the Jayson Blair Times, should have been arrested and thrown in jail the minute that story broke. The first amendment is not an absolute right. Mr. Sulzberger went to a crowded theatre located in the heart of where our enemies reside, and yelled to those enemies to fire at will on American soldiers.

It is wrong to insist on dialogue when agreements reached in previous dialogue sessions have been dishonored or broken. America could have crushed Muktada Al Sadr and put a pair bullets in his heart. Instead, on the verge of victory, we decided to negotiate with him. We were holding all the cards, and we bargained. He lived to wreak more havoc. We had a chance to destroy Fallujah, and instead we pulled back for talks. More Americans died. Only when we went into Fallujah again and destroyed everything, which by the way the main function of a successful military, did the problem get better.

Yet if the real battles are difficult, the public relations war has been a nightmare for anyone who loves the U.S. Military. During World War II, even when censorship was not in place, Hollywood voluntarily supported the troops through movies that supported the war effort. America and the Allies were the good guys, and the Axis were the bad guys. It was not shades of gray or other John Kerry type nuances. It was black and white, and the good guys won the war and saved civilization.

Nowadays, movies show America as the villain. Everybody else can be redeemed. Muslim terrorists are freedom fighters, while the real evil sociopaths beyond redemption are corporate executives, especially republican ones.

Where is the sense of honor? What about loyalty? What about love of a nation that enriches these people? Forget the legal freedoms that these parasites have. What about a moral sense of decency?

General David Petraeus said the surge was working, and that we were succeeding in Iraq. People who had never been to Iraq disagreed with him. These people have the right to feel this way. Free speech exists. Yet so does the Flat Earth Society.

ROTC is banned from college campuses, but terrorists such as Armageddonijad are welcomed under some concept of diversity, which apparently is extended to everybody except for those who defend American freedom.

Defending the right to exist with military force allows this existence t actually take place. When Judah Maccabee and his Israeli Brethren destroyed their enemies militarily, it started a tradition deeper than Hanukkah. It started the Jewish people’s fight for survival, one they have still not relinquished.

In World War II, villages were burned to the ground, homes were razed, and the body count was deep. Pearl Harbor was not a time for dialogue. It was a time for waging war, and even with a liberal president, waging war is exactly what we did. America and the world was significantly better off because of this.

Now we have the 9/11 generation and the War in Iraq. Islamofacists want to kill us all. Those that want to go on Oprah or Phil Donahue (thankfully canceled) and talk out our differences do not understand that the gap is not bridgeable. They want to kill us, we wish they would not do so. That does not leave much room for common ground.

From the Maccabees to Pearl Harbor, good was united against evil. I pray to Almighty God that those that truly believe that civilization and barbarism are equivalent will stop trying to get in the way of those who truly do wish to see civilization win. Some say that evil wins when good people do nothing. Evil wins when those who have the opportunity to support good are unable to tell the difference…or worse…know the difference, and refuse to care.

The Islamofacists are genocidal lunatics. They need to be rooted out with overwhelming brute military force. We won in Iraq, and now we need to win in Afghanistan. As Mr. Blankley reminds us, this is the West’s last chance. If we fail to support the military solution in Afghanistan again, there may be nobody left alive on our side to engage in dialogue.

eric

Hanukkah Night 1–San Diego Bound

Friday, December 11th, 2009

The Tygrrrr Express is pulling out of the Los Angeles station and is San Diego bound for the first night of Hanukkah.

This morning I speak to the Fallbrook Republican Women’s Federated, and tonight I have Hanukkah on the beach at Pacific Beach in San Diego.

So how does one blog and cover the news while on the road? The same way as always…badly and cavalierly.

So while I may detest environmentalists, and want Prius drivers to become an endangered species, I do believe in recycling when it comes to my columns.

So celebrate the festival of lights, where the second coming of Judah Maccabee is Paul Wolfowitz. You see, we recycled that joke from yesterday.

My friend pointed out that since Mccabee means “hammer,” we can now call the brightest man on Earth Sir Charles of KrautMaccabee, or as mere mortals know him in English, Sir Charles of Krauthammer.

Having said that…

Happy Chaka Khan!

What can I say? For those who do not celebrate this lovely holiday, “I feel for you.” For those who truly want good things in life, the world truly does need “higher love.”

As the Hebrews get ready to celebrate the festival of lights, I shall use the next 8 days to either expand or drive away my audience, depending on any number of factors.

Both spellings of the holiday have 8 letters, so if you add a C, you subtract a K. It is Chanukah or Hanukkah.

First, let’s dispel some myths. People like to pass on beautiful stories of miracles. People hear that the Jewish fighters only had enough oil for one day, and miracle of miracles, the oil magically lasted for 8 days. For those of you with small children, have them leave the room so some hard truths can be discussed.

Santa Claus is not real, Palestinians are an invented fictional people, the secret formula for Coca Cola is (redacted), and the person who shot JFK was (redacted). Oh, and this oil lasting for 8 days is a bunch of mularkey.

So what is Hanukkah? Folks, Hanukkah is my favorite holiday because it is the Jewish version of July 4th. It is a Neocon’s fantasy. As a Neocon, I never get tired of the true story of Hanukkah. We fought some Greeks in battle, and b*tchslapped them. That’s it. People think of the Jewish people as constantly suffering and weak. Actually, our history has been our military strength. I have nothing against the Greek people of today, but back then they were the bad guys. They destroyed the first Holy Temple, but we took care of them. Gorgias? Get out of here! Nicanor? Knock it off!

We royally smacked them around, and they have not been a power since. We are still here. For those that are troubled by this…deal with it.

Yet the actual celebration of Hanukkah is a tad bittersweet for those that are educated about this holiday. We as Jews won the battle but lost the war.

What I mean by this is that there was a major difference between how the Jews and the Greeks celebrated their holidays. Greeks celebrated holidays created in the wake of their military victories, which were many. Jewish tradition was to not name holidays after military successes. We did not glorify blood triumphs.

The Greeks wanted Jews to assimilate, or they would kill us. Thankfully we never had to face that threat again. Just kidding. Jews were fighting for the right to remain independently Jewish, without forced assimilation into Greek culture. So after Judah Maccabbee and his brothers helped the people of Israel crush the Greeks in battle, the first thing they did was hoist a flag of victory and declare this military victory a Jewish holiday. So after fighting for the right to prevent assimilation, we adopted a Greek tradition we were against. To this day, some would argue that what Hitler failed to do to the Jews, we do to ourselves through a 52% intermarriage rate.

Cynical people would say that we broke the war rule because we were so used to losing that even we were shocked to have won, and were concerned we may never win anything again. These people can (x-rated, redacted) themselves. Others say that we needed to adopt different traditions to give us flexibility in the future so that we would face less internal conflict when Jewish teenagers needed a historical justification for skirt-hiking and balling Roman Catholic teenage girls. Actually, only I say that, but I am right.

The bottom line is Hanukkah, while my favorite holiday, is the least important holiday in the Jewish calendar. It is an excuse to party for 8 days, or 14 days if you count pre and post Hanukkah parties. The only reason Hanukkah gets any attention is because it occurs around the same time as Christmas.

Briefly returning to the Neocon aspect of this holiday, the true lesson of Hanukkah is a political one that the 70-80% of Jews that like to sing Kumbaya with those that hate our guts would do well to heed. The lesson of Hanukkah is simple. Force works. There is no dialogue or negotiation with those that refuse to recognize your right to exist. Survival is not pretty. It often involves spilling large amount of blood. When your enemy is on their knees with their face bleeding, negotiation is possible.

The other lesson that comes from the Jews during this time is the idea of mercy. We did not rape the Greek women, chop heads and limbs off, enslave their people, or indiscriminately engage in deliberate cruelty. We defended ourselves. In keeping with the values that unite Jews and Americans to this day, both remain a people that use their power for noble and good purposes. America through its economic and military power, and American Jews through their sense of justice, help feed, clothe, protect, and defend others all around the word, many of whom are neither Jewish nor American.

Hanukkah is a celebration of serious life saving accomplishments, but it is also a lighthearted holiday filled with food, alcohol, and candle lighting ceremonies around the world. Life for the Hebrew people has had much darkness, but for the next 8 nights there is only light.

So as I light candles and hope that a certain young Republican Hebrew brunette will show up at my door wearing a blue and white Hanukkah bow…and only a Hanukkah bow (negotiations are ongoing)…I look forward to the next 8 nights.

Happy Hanukkah everybody! Shalom!

eric

Gilad Shalit–Another Israeli Surrender

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

For those who do not worship at the altar of Captain Obvious, let me state it plainly.

I am not a diplomat. I have a real job with actual responsibilities. Plus, I hate tea.

At 37 I am old enough to remember when schools taught history. For the young generation, January 20th, 2009, is not what separates the Common Era from the BCE period.

The only lesson that needs to be learned from history can be summed up in two words.

Force works.

It has always worked. Force allowed Judah Maccabee, the predecessor to Paul Wolfowitz, to take down the Greeks. Hanukkah is not about dreidels and gelt. It is the Jewish July 4th.

The Roman Empire expanded by force. and was eventually conquered when it became complacent.

Yes, Ronald Reagan won the Cold War without firing a single shot. Yet make no mistake about it. The Russians surrendered because they knew they could not win. That is how wars end. One side looks in the mirror and says, “we can’t win.”

A chess match ends when the king sees his entire defense eviscerated. He surrenders to stay alive. The card game “war,” ends when one player runs out of every single card. There is nothing left.

Very few world leaders ever seem to grasp this.

Alberto Fujimori got it. In South America, when leftist rebels took hostages, he led a brilliant raid, killed the rebels, rescued the hostages, and then added the exclamation point by putting his feet on the coffee table and lighting a cigar. He angered the leftists, the gun-control crowd, and the anti-smoking fringe. Sounds good to me.

Vladimir Putin got it. I know it is not politically correct to praise Putin, but has anybody noticed that rebel groups in Russia have taken up new hobbies? Does it seem interesting that Russian ships are not being hijacked by Somali pirates?

The pirates know better. They know that when rebels took over a school, Putin warned them that he would send his men in to kill everybody. Liberals declared that he would never let anything happen to the children. Putin knew that as awful as dead children looks on the news, giving in to the terrorists would lead to many more dead children in the future. He may not be Harry Truman, but he certainly ended the conflict. Apparently Putin does not let CNN dictate his policy decisions.

Benjamin Netanyahu has the potential to be one of the great world leaders, along with Reagan, Margaret Thatcher, Winston Churchill, George W. Bush, and Ariel Sharon.

Yet he had that potential in 1996. He ran as an enforcer and turned into a deal-making pragmatist. I truly believe in Bibi, but I worry that the Gilad Shalit situation is turning into a debacle.

The fictional invented creatures known as Palestinians have often been rewarded for their third world genocidal lunacy. They blow up discos. Israel drops leaflets. They kill innocent civilians in Pizza parlors. Israel drives Palestinian victims to the hospitals, which their relatives then try to blow up.

Palestinians release one or two Israelis, sometimes alive, sometimes dead. Israel releases hundreds of terrorists.

No, I cannot possibly know what Gilad Shalit’s family is going through. I will never understand their pain. I wore the dog tags around my neck in solidarity. I took them off and threw them across my bedroom in disgust when I realized that two of the three most recent kidnapped soldiers were murdered, and there would be no justice for their killers.

The day Gilad Shalit is released, Palestinians will be firing their guns in the air. The Jihad will continue, and they will plan the next round of kidnappings.

There was another solution, but it is too late now for this round in the never ending conflict.

When the next group of Israelis are kidnapped, and this will happen…Israel must take serious steps.

They must learn from Fujimori and Putin.

Force works. Two more words they must embrace: collateral damage. Finally, two more words: Scorched Earth.

God helps those who help themselves. Any people or nation that is not willing to do anything and everything to defend itself will not be around for long. The Holocaust is proof of what can happen when evil goes unchecked.

This means burning every village, razing every field, and sterilizing every prisoner so that they cannot reproduce a new generation of homicide bombers. Some say that Israel takes extra precautions because they value human life. Well if the Palestinians do not value human life, then that only provides extra justification for immediate and tough measures.

Time is running out. North Korea can kidnap a pair of American journalists and get rewarded with a photo op with a peripheral groveling ex-president because they have nuclear weapons. China can make their 1989 crackdown seem like child’s play tomorrow and the world will allow it because China also has nuclear weapons. What would our current leader do, something? Of course not.

Once the homicide bombers get the ultimate bomb, it will be too late. Israel has a few years left at most to take the Palestinians and break them physically, militarily, emotionally, and psychologically. Only when Palestinians are totally broken will they stop their madness. They may never stop. If they don’t, they can cease to exist too. Rocket launchers are omni-directional.

I trust Mr. Netanyahu. There is no reason to trust the Palestinians. Ever. The only promise they have ever honored is their vow to try and destroy Israel.

Now is not the time to surrender.

Gilad Shalit may experience freedom. His parents will have their nightmare end. This is good. Yet the entire nation of Israel he fought to protect will once again be held hostage.

eric

No More Heblish

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

I have had it with Israeli and Jewish spokespeople communicating in a fractured linguistic mess known as “Heblish.”

For those that have not been paying attention, Islamofacist terrorists declared War on America in the 1970s. In 2001, we finally declared war on them. As for Israel, these terrorists began their Jihad 1400 years ago. Israel has fought back brilliantly from a military standpoint. Yet from a public relations standpoint, it pains me as a Republican Jew to see the two worst marketed products on the planet be the Republican Party and Israel.

A badly marketed Republican Party is frustrating, but not life and death. Yet losing a public relations battle during a war is life and death.

America won the Vietnam War on the battlefield. We lost on the evening news. America routed the Taliban in Afghanistan and thrashed Saddam Hussein in Iraq, yet lost the battle back home by failing to forcefully rebut the editorial idiocy of the Jayson Blair Times.

With Republican Americans, the issue is one of public speaking. Ronald Reagan was that rare breed of human being that had a goodness of heart and a brilliance of communicating. George W. Bush had a noble heart, but his lack of articulateness hurt the party. He was content to let his deeds do the talking. This is commendable from a decency standpoint, but unfortunately, politics is about perception. It does not matter that Bill Clinton and Barack Obama offer vapid words that say nothing and mean even less than that. They sound good saying nonsense, which allows them to persuade people.

In the long run, the only thing that matters is if the message is communicated. It is in this vein that Israel is flailing, trailing, and failing.

I have enormous respect for the Israeli Defense Forces. The IDF are military geniuses. Yet they are not speakers. Nobody is perfect. Michael Jordan was unimpressive as a baseball player.

Israel is locked in a life and death struggle for its very existence. Israel has many opponents, from some Arabs to some Palestinians to their many sympathizers. Israel wins militarily but gets crushed in front of the cameras.

Saeb Arakat speaks perfect English. So does Hanan Ashrawi. So does Hussein Ibbish.

What does Israel offer?

Hebrew and English mixed together in a gibberish that only Israelis can understand.

Yes, I know this comes across as insensitive. So what? We are at war. I am not interested in feelings. I am interested in keeping Jews from being blown to Kingdom Come. If that means ruffling some feathers, the ends more than justify the means.

I am tired of listening to Shimon Peres talk about the “p*ss process.” Unless he is filming a commercial for prostate cancer, there is no p*ss process worth discussing.

Even the great “Bulldozer,” Ariel Sharon, failed to achieve diplomatically what he spectacularly achieved militarily.

The bottom line is unless one’s name is Benjamin Netanyahu, stay the heck away from the cameras. When the television cameras come, show them a picture of a test pattern.

Israelis are bright people. You don’t survive surrounded by enemies without lots of brains. Yet these same people that built a nation from nothing but orange groves…these same people that created the Middle East version of Silicon Valley…these same people have not spent enough money and time on English training classes. The results speak badly for themselves.

Americans want to hear crisp, clear English. That is what opens up checkbooks.

The Chabad Telethon raises millions every year. They don’t speak Heblish. They understand that if you want to do good things, you need money. People give money to people they like and trust, which means people they identify with.

The best example of this is my trip to Israel in 2008. I was a tourist, and Israel relies on tourism. The people that drove me around spoke perfect English, because they knew that this was their best chance of getting me to spend money. It worked.

The good news is that all is not lost. An Israeli soldier named Benjamin Anthony has formed an organization called “Our Soldiers Speak.” He is British educated, and passionately delivers the message of Israeli soldiers in a crystal clear voice. We need more guys like him.

I will never ever be qualified to serve in the IDF. I have never nor will I ever advise them on military strategy. Yet as somebody who speaks publicly on a regular basis, I implore Israelis to put aside their pride on this one and just learn perfect English.

I am trying to save Jewish lives. The enemies of Israel have figured out how to play the game. Israel must do the same. The fractured Heblish must stop.

Israel will succeed at this if they put in the effort. How do I know this?

Because they are me. They are you. They are us. They are our fellow Jews.

eric

Thank You, and Welcome Home

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

The yellow ribbons are tied around the trees. The flags are flying high. The hot dogs are on the grill. Lee Greenwood is singing “God Bless the USA” on the radio.

The kids are celebrating a day off from school.

Decent adults are honoring the heroes that make such days off possible.

To all the American soldiers and their loved ones, I wish you a peaceful Veterans Day.

I also have a simple message to every veteran on American soil.

Thank you. Thank you, and welcome home.

Welcome home.

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We tell each other how much we support the troops.

Tell them.

In college I once said “Thank you and welcome home” to a Vietnam veteran. He began crying, saying that I was the first person in 20 years that said that to him.

My Rabbi often tells me that one small good deed can change the world, so I should make it a good one.

Send a care package. Videotape a statement. Send a written note. Help a homeless vet with a blanket or some food or help them find a shelter.

After what they did for us, it is the least we can do for them.

They don’t ask. They shouldn’t have to ask. We can still offer.

Give them that hearty handshake.

They lay it all on the line, and when they come back, deserve to hear it again and again.

So I will say it again.

Thank you and welcome home.

eric

Senseless Tragedy in Fort Hood Texas

Friday, November 6th, 2009

One of the sad things about being a blogger and living in a free democracy is that real life intervenes. We complain about the silly season in politics on light news days, when we should be thankful. Light news means nothing tragic is happening.

Yesterday I ran a column making fun of the President, comparing him to a toddler. I will continue to have those light columns on light news days. However, while we have the freedom to poke fun, and we should, we must be prepared and act in a responsible manner when when the situation calls for us to rally around each other.

Barack Obama is my president, and while there is little he can do at all regarding the awful events in Texas, healing words are highly appropriate. I don’t expect him to “do something.” I do want him to “say something,” in the same way that Bill Clinton spoke after the Oklahoma City Bombing and George W. Bush spoke after 9/11.

I have been sharply critical of President Obama’s words, but he must summon his best rhetorical flourish in the days to come. Like all good Americans, these words will be comforting and sincere.

Yesterday he rightly called the events “horrifying.” While some have accused him of being cool, aloof, and detached, it is also highly possible that he simply copes in a different way than I do. I wear my heart on my sleeve. He doesn’t. I have no idea what pain he feels, and hope that he can help us all heal.

I look at the news about Fort Hood, and like the Virginia Tech tragedy, the only question I can even begin to ask is “why?” Why would somebody do this?

There are so many questions, some of them legitimate, and some of them unworthy of being asked. There are many calls to action, some misplaced and some completely fair.

As I try to make sense of all of this, I am keeping the loved ones of the victims in my heart.

As for the rest of my thoughts, they are as jumbled and disjointed as this situation itself.

First of all, I have heard rumblings that “This did not happen on George W. Bush’s watch.”

This argument is toxic, and I want no part of it. I advance it not to plant the seed, but to outright reject it. President Obama is not to blame for this tragedy.

As for Attorney General Eric Holder, the argument is less implausible, but should only be advanced if there is rock hard evidence. Eric Holder does with to overturn many intelligence techniques that have kept us safe. Did he overturn any specific Bush Administration policies that led to this tragedy?

Since my question is only speculation, it does not deserve to be investigated at this time, and I mean at this time. Eric Holder wants to investigate Bush Administration officials. The temptation to want to launch an investigation against him is just as destructive. Those that feel that “without investigations, we can’t get to the evidence” follow a school of thought that leads to wild fishing expeditions.

Another question that deserves to be asked, even though it is heartbreaking to do so as soldiers are grieving, is whether the military is partly to blame for this tragedy?

Could they have done a better job seeing that one of their own was a ticking time bomb, or was he good enough at hiding it?

Was this man abused by fellow soldiers? Did superiors know about it and do nothing? Or was this soldier a crybaby? Obviously there was something not right with him, and nothing justifies his actions. Yet was he triggered by something real or imagined?

Another question is why the people at this military medical facility were unarmed. I know that “this is their home,” but is this military policy? Does the administration ban guns at these facilities?

I don’t know the answers. I just want them.

Is Nidal Hasan a terrorist? Is he an Islamofascist?

Yes, he is, and yes, he is.

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There is no evidence at this time that he belongs to any official terrorist group or sleeper cell. He appears to have acted alone. However, that does not make him anything other than one single terrorist who acted due to a warped view of Islam.

He compared suicide bombers to soldiers who dive on grenades to save their fellow soldiers. Comparing suicide bombers to heroes is every bit as fanatical as any suicide bomber himself.

Some will try to blame George W. Bush for this, because they blame George W. Bush for everything. In the same way President Obama is not to blame, neither is President Bush, those who claim that the stress of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan led to this are playing partisan games. This was one man committing an evil act. People do not protest war by using violence, unless they belong to fringe groups.

Some will try to use this tragedy to advance a political agenda. On the left they will push gun control laws, as they did with Columbine, Oklahoma City, and 9/11. This should be immediately condemned when, not if, but when, attempted.

Others will try to use this as a reason to end the war due to psychological strain on our soldiers. Absolutely not, no how, no way, no how.

On the far right, nativists may end up hurting innocent Muslims. After 9/11, a Seikh was attacked, even though India is an ally. There cannot be anti-Muslim rage. If an isolated incident happens, it must be condemned, and liberals had better not try to blame all conservatives for an isolated incident that conservatives condemn.

The main issue that makes this a powderkeg is that the killer lived.

He knows the truth. We need answers.

Did he kill to avoid being deployed? Is he a disgruntled employee that just did not like a bad performance review? Was this Islamofascist rage, or anti-boss rage?

Was he a true believer of radical Islam, or was that a cover for something else? There were no notes about “Death to America” or “Death to Israel.” While it is refreshing for once to not have the Jews blamed for something, a lack of blaming Israel shows an inconsistency with most Islamofascists.

We need the truth. Yet what if he does not wish to tell us?

Do we torture him?

We may have to do so.

If we don’t, and another attack occurs, then what?

We need to try and break Mr. Hasan using all legal methods, and if everything else fails, we need to leave the room and let somebody we will never know about go Jack Bauer on him.

12 people are dead and 31 are wounded. What if 43 could be 4300?

This was an act of war, but the person who committed the terrorist attack was born and raised in the United States. It was treason, and treason is punishable by death, if he is convicted or found guilty.

Also, at the risk of stereotyping, I was less reflective of the Muslim angle than I was of the psychiatry angle. Why the heck are so many d@mn psychiatrists crazy? The only people more crazy are the children of psychiatrists.

Yet stereotypes aside, all industries have good and bad apples, and we now know this includes the military and psychiatry professions. We are at war, and war is hell. We need more psychiatrists and other professionals to help our soldiers cope. Most of them do not kill like this, but there is no denying that stress leads to higher rates of alcoholism, drug abuse, marital breakups, and despair that can lead to suicide.

As I said, my thoughts remain jumbled. I just want answers. I am aware that we may never get them.

I just want everybody, from the President on down to the last soldier and civilian, to find a way to make sure a tragedy like this never happens again.

It is one thing to die in battle. It is another to be murdered in your home.

May God bless the families who lost loved ones, and may we somehow, some way, find an ounce of a sliver of good news in this terrible, senseless, and possibly avoidable tragedy.

eric

When a Soldier Dies

Friday, September 25th, 2009

At Sean Hannity’s Freedom Concert, I sat next to a very kind woman named Mary Johnson. Her son was PFC Franklin Betts. He died in 1997 while serving in the military. While every death, including every death of a soldier, is tragic, this death is particularly sad since it was totally avoidable. He died not from a stray bullet, but from the flu.

Mary Johnson has lived every parent’s nightmare. Her child predeceased her.

Her story is lengthy, but if one human being benefits from her words, then it will be more than worth the read. Her remarks have not been edited. Interspersed with her story are some poems written by her late son. With that, I present the story of Mary Johnson’s late son PFC Franklin Betts.

WHEN A SOLDIER DIES

When a soldier dies, no one is prepared.  The news comes as a shocking blow and life as we once knew it dies also.  This is the story of how one parent was able to survive the news that her young soldier had died.
PREFACE
When my young soldier, PFC Benjamin Franklin Betts died, I honestly didn’t think I could survive.  How does anyone get through the death of a child.  I desperately needed to know that I could and would.  I frantically searched for information or role models who could show me the way out of the horrific pain I felt over the death of my young son.  What I found was, that there was a way, a path you might say, that could bring me to another day and a future where joy and hope prevailed once again.
My path, through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, is my path.  All paths are unique.  This is a book about my journey along that path.  I share it with you in the hope that it will give you hope, a sort of map, as you travel your path.  It is a journey that is both difficult and lonely but fulfilling and life changing once on the other side.  You CAN get THROUGH this and you CAN make it to the other side of your valley.
May God bless you and keep you in his loving arms through your journey.  I know that He will if you will just ask.  Ask him now and know that He hears you and will answer your prayer.

Capable Hands
PFC Benjamin Franklin Betts

Oh no something happened again
Deep inside you wish the world would end
You turn your back on all you know
To let your tears flow
There’s a secret that’s centuries old
It’s a secret that’s been told and told
God has a plan, one you may not understand
You may not see it now
Like standing on a mountain looking across valleys unseen
A path to point unknown

Creating the world is easy to understand
But the trials of your life, you believe are beyond his command
Somehow too great for his mighty hand
Hands that were able to shape the skies and the seas, the mountains & trees
But not able to help you or me

It may be a secret now
But it will all work out somehow
It may not be the way you’d hopped or planned
And you might not understand
But God has a plan

When everything goes array
When it takes everything in you not to break down and cry
Remember God has a plan
It’s the same as a day when everything goes your way
When things couldn’t fall more perfectly into place
Remember God has a plan

Through the good and the bad
Through the happy and the sad
Remember God has a plan
Rest easy, your heart’s in capable hands

CHAPTER I
Notification that my son had died.
The October morning could not have been more beautiful.  The sky was a radiant blue with wispy clouds brushed ever so delicately, as on a brilliant canvas.  As I was preparing to leave for work, I remember thinking to myself “this is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.”
I ran back into the house to get the rest of my things when the doorbell rang.  It was 7:00 a.m.  “Who could that be?” I asked my husband.  When we opened the door there was a young soldier standing at the door.  He couldn’t have been much older than 21, the age of my own son.  He was shaking and appeared pale and scared.
“Mrs. Johnson?” he asked.  “Yes”, I responded.  “On behalf of the President of the United States, I regret to inform you that your son died in his sleep last night.”  “WHAT!  YOU MUST BE MISTAKEN!”  I replied, “My son is in Germany, there must be some kind of mix-up!”  He replied “Yes maam I know.  Your son Benjamin Franklin Betts, died in his sleep last night, they found him dead in his room in Germany at 4:00 a.m. this morning.”
With those few words my whole world changed!  My soul plunged into a hell I never knew existed.   I was to learn that hell had no boundaries and no escape.   It was a place that was both dark and full of terror.  “No, this can not be!” I kept telling myself.
My husband dialed Ben’s phone number.  Soon someone answered and we asked to speak to Ben.  There was a very long pause.  Finally a voice responded and affirmed that Ben really was dead.  No one knew for sure how he had died.  He had been sick with the flu the previous week but cause of death was still unknown.  In order to determine the cause of death, Ben’s body was on its way to Heidelberg for an autopsy.
Suddenly my whole life came crashing in.  I felt a crushing blow to my stomach that took my breath away.  Moans, deep within me purged from my being.  I lost track of minutes, hours, and days.  In the haze of shock, sedatives and tears, I had a funeral to plan.
This nightmarish reality that invaded my life consumed my days and tormented my nights.  I kept thinking that soon I would awake and this would all be over and I could call and talk to Ben.  I could not believe, much less accept, the fact that my son was dead never to come home again, that I would never see his smiling face again.  Never again would I hold him in my arms.  “No God, this cannot be!”

Execution of a Military Funeral
Regardless of what I thought or felt, there were gut wrenching phone calls to family and friends that had to be made.  Decisions had to be made and a military burial executed.  I remember hearing faceless voices tell me how sorry they felt.  People visited and I thought it strange how well I was functioning.  Shock was a welcomed state at that point.  It was important not to feel for a while if I was to accomplish all those important tasks of honoring my beloved son one last time.
It was then that God first showed his presence.  The National Cemetery in San Diego, Ft. Rosecrans, had not had a burial site available since 1966.  Suddenly, that day a burial site became available.  Ben would be laid to rest close to home and we wouldn’t have to travel over 60 miles to Riverside for his final tribute.
Seeing the flag draped casket entering the church catapulted me back into reality.  That was my son Ben in that casket and I felt my knees fold under as I began to drop to the floor.  The sobs and the tears flowed again.  My pastor and husband reminded me that the memorial service was about to begin and the church was packed.  I was amazed to see so many people.  My family was there, as well as friends, coworkers, and even my son’s teachers.  They were all saying the nicest things about Ben and what a special person he was.  I felt so proud.
With the final devastating playing of taps, the memorial service was over.  Once my dead son was properly memorialized, all left — as the saying goes — to get on with their lives.  I returned to the devastation that once was a life.  Before October 20th my life had been so full.  It was full of hope, anticipation of the future, and joy.  I was clueless about how I was supposed to get on with my life now, when I just buried the heart and soul of my future, my son.
I thought once the funeral was behind me, the worst was over. How naive I was.  I soon learned my unplanned journey through a living hell had only just begun.
Ben was my only son and I loved him as I had never loved before.  It was a totally unselfish love.  More than that, I also liked him immensely.  We were more than just mother and son; we were the best of friends.  He was outgoing, fun to be around, playful, and always thinking of others.  If I didn’t have the privilege of being his mother, I would have cherished him as one of my closest friends.
I envied Ben.  He got the better of the deal.  Ben had died doing something he loved in service to our country.  He was in heaven now and would never have to shed another tear or suffer another loss.  I had to live on, in this deep despairing pit.  The utter despair shrouded the weeks and months that followed. A part of me died with him that October morning and pieces of me died again and again as I was confronted with the cold reality of Ben’s death and how dismal my future and my life had become.  Yet each morning I awoke, condemned to live another day.
Loosing a son is like having someone rip my right arm off.  A part of me was, and still is missing.  This jagged wound is more painful than any injury or affliction I’ve ever suffered and has caused agony in every nerve in my body.  Would it ever heal?  Would I ever be able to go on?
On October 27, 1997, another beautiful fall day, I buried a man who proudly wore the uniform of the United States Army.  More importantly, I buried an exceptionally good man, my son.
Learning the truth about what happened.
It took six long months to get any details around my son’s death.  A formal investigation had been conducted and when concluded was classified “CONFIDENTAL”.  I could not find out why my son had suddenly died for no apparent reason.  I had talked to him on the tenth of October and he was fine.  He shared with me the fun he had celebrating his 21st birthday at October Fest in Munich.  On the 20th of October, he was dead.  What happened, I kept asking.
On the one-year anniversary of my son’s death, I flew to Frieberg, Germany to get answers to the questions that plagued my every waking hour.  It was a difficult and painful trip to make but well worth the effort.  Here is what I learned.  My 21-year-old son, in service to his country had died due to complications of the flu because of medical negligence.
During that visit I learned that the service men in my son’s company had been issued some kind of shot.  Shortly afterward many of his comrades, including Ben, became ill with flu like symptoms.  The virus settled in Ben’s sinuses.  On Tuesday, October 14th 1997, Ben went to the infirmary.  With red cerebral fluid in his ears (as notated on his medical records which I was finally able to obtain), a medic administered Tylenol and sent him back to work.
Thursday, October 16th 1997, Ben returned to the infirmary, he was worse and had been vomiting every hour for 15 hours.  He was weak and totally dehydrated.  The medic gave him suppositories and sent him back to work.  On Friday after work, Ben collapsed in his room.  No one looked in on him until he didn’t report to duty at 4:00 a.m. on Monday morning, October 20, 1997.  He was found dead!
Ben didn’t die in the glory of battle.  He died sick and alone in his room.
During that time I thought about Mother Theresa and how she dedicated her life to helping those who were sick and suffering in India so they wouldn’t have to die alone.  My son, working for the richest government in the world, suffered and died alone in his room.
And so Ben made the ultimate sacrifice for our country.  He gave his life. The death of my son was my deepest and darkest fear.  It takes every ounce of courage, strength and endurance I possess to live on.  I have suffered and endured the unfathomable as a result of Ben’s death.  How would I ever go on!

Watching My Watch
PFC Benjamin Franklin Betts
Time crawls by when I can’t peel my eyes from the clock
I wish I were so clever as to control something going on     forever
I wish I could command the world’s second hand
Too many times I watch the face of my watch
Just to see another minute drag past
Too many times I wish the world would just stop
No matter what I wish deep inside I know
Time is out of my control

Deep inside I know I’m living on borrowed time
It isn’t mine it’s just sudden death overtime
That’s why I try to fill each day,
That’s why I try to do my best
Tomorrow may never come; tonight may be my final rest
No matter how hard I try, the days continue speeding by
Time is out of my control

Yet still I know
I’m livin on borrowed time

CHAPTER II
Learning to go on.
Although I lost my father several years before, trudging through this valley of the shadow of death was ever more frightful and challenging.  I wanted to die.  Every waking moment was agony.  I contemplated suicide, as I desperately wanted to see my son again.
I knew Jesus and the miracle of the Resurrection.  I also knew that Ben had accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior.  I gained comfort from knowing that Ben was with the Lord, safe and in heaven.  What concerned me was my desire to join him.  I wasn’t sure about what would happen to me if I took my life and in that event if I would ever see Ben again.  So I struggled to keep that thought at bay.
I did start driving recklessly.  My inability to concentrate left me confused many times about where I was or what I was doing.  I’d hear some song or story on the car radio that would remind me of Ben and I would begin to sob.  I was unable to control the sobbing once it started. I would begin weaving from lane to lane placing not only myself in danger but also innocent people.  I had enough sense to know that was not right and soon pulled off the road.
These periods of sobbing were unlike anything I had experienced before.  It was like a convulsing deep within my chest, deep within my soul.  I knew I needed help!  I didn’t want to hurt someone else.  Also I didn’t want to end up one of those people, who after loosing a child joined the living dead and spent the rest of their life angry and resentful.
Reaching out for help
A friend suggested that I contact the Hospice and try and get some much needed counseling.  It was a lifeline for me and I hung on with everything in me.  I believe that the most important aspect of my personality that has saved me and helped me in my survival of this terrible ordeal was my willingness to ask for and receive help from others.  So many people go through life believing it is weakness to ask for help.  I know I did.  I thought “I can do this”, “I can get over this and in a couple of weeks I’ll be fine” or “it’s weak to need help, I can do this on my own”.  Ya right!  I had a lot of rethinking to do.
At the Hospice it was suggested that I join a support group for parents suffering from grief over the death of a child.  I was also given literature and books.  I began reading everything and anything I could find on the grieving process.  I read about people who were successful in going through such an ordeal and making something good come out of their pain.  I learned about and met others who were stuck in the pain and as a result the rest of their lives were filled with anger and resentment.
I began to see patterns of how some people managed to move through the process of grief successfully.  There are several things I found most helpful.  I wish to share them with you, the reader, so that others who have to walk this journey will know they are not alone and that there is a way out of their dark valley.
Stages of grief
To go through the stages of grief requires a keen understanding of the following five points:  First grieving is a process with stages, each of which needs to be acknowledged and accepted.  Second, it is hard work.  Third, it takes time and lots of energy to deal with the unpredictable waves of feelings and emotions. Fourth, the journey is a lonely one that each person travels alone.  Fifth and most important, it is possible to get through this and life can once again be filled with joy.
Shock
Shock is the first stage in the grief process.  This is the time where one feels numb or anesthetized.  Actions seem mechanical as if one isn’t all there.  I learned that this period of shock is the body and mind’s way of protecting the psyche by allowing the reality in slowly.  Being in shock is also a very useful form of denial as it helps one to execute a proper memorial and face the hard work ahead.
It is important during this stage to maintain awareness of the body’s need for rest.  It is OK to take naps and perhaps even beneficial.  Sleep is one of the most important elements of the healing process.  There are waves of emotion that come over a long period of time that can be exhausting.  They occur frequently in the beginning, and later in process, these waves of emotion do subside a bit. If sleeping is a problem, it is not a sign of weakness to contact a physician to obtain help in the form of medication.
Maintaining good nutrition and not indulging in high intakes of alcohol or food will help a great deal also.  Large amounts of alcohol and sugar will only intensify the depression and hopeless feelings.  Alcohol is itself a depressant.  Large amounts of sugar and or carbohydrates cause the blood sugar level to spike up and then drop suddenly causing bouts of depression and other negative reactions within the body.  I, like many others, grew up using food for comfort.  But I soon learned that no amount of food would take away the pain I was feeling but would only add to it.  And if you are on the other end of the spectrum, the inability to eat will only worsen the pain as the body needs proper nutrition to endure the stress of grieving.
Denial
As the shock wears off, the denial phase starts.  I struggled with thoughts like “No this really didn’t happen” or “this must be some kind of mistake”.  I would see Ben’s face in the crowd or walking down the street.  It wasn’t until I went to Germany, to where my son died that I could finally accept the truth.
Anger
As more and more of the reality sets in, the acute pain of the anger stage is experienced.  At this stage there are intense emotions.  One may be uncomfortable expressing such intense feelings and struggle to hide them.  This is the time when support groups are particularly important. Expressing emotions and the pain is very important and encouraged, if one is to move through the grief process.  Support groups provide listeners who understand what one is going through, as they have walked this road themselves.  To heal, one must accept whatever the feelings are and express those feelings in a caring and supportive environment.  Support groups provide that type of environment.  To conceal or deny feelings of anger, only prolongs the process and increases the physical and emotional distress, possibly for years or maybe even a lifetime.
Much of the anger that surfaced for me was around how my son died.  Not getting all the details around his death or why it happened was very frustrating and difficult.  It took a long time to work through my anger.  I felt extreme anger toward the doctor who didn’t treat my son appropriately and was responsible for his untimely death.  I felt anger toward the United States Government, and the Army. I even felt extreme anger with God because isn’t it ultimately God who is responsible for life and death. What I learned about being angry at God is that it’s OK to express anger at God.  It is even better than OK, it’s necessary.  Even though I was expressing anger at God for taking my one and only son, at least I was communicating with God.  I learned that God is big enough and understanding enough to deal with my anger.
I finally took the opportunity to go to Germany and the base where Ben died.  It was there that I was finally able to get all the details and information surrounding my son’s death that I desperately needed.  It was such a miraculously healing experience!  The miracle was that the chaplain there on base just happened to be a member of my extended family as he was married to my second cousin.  He transitioned there shortly after Ben died and knew the doctor responsible for my son’s death.  Here was a man, who was a minister, an officer in the Army and a family member all rolled into one person.  Through the grace of God, my “cousin” was able to walk me through the process of forgiveness.  Isn’t that odd?  Or is it God?  For me, it truly was God once again revealing himself to me in this difficult ordeal.
The Anger stage was particularly difficult for me.  It threatened to destroy my marriage.  I was so angry that I didn’t care what I said or who heard it.  In order to save our marriage, my husband and I needed to separate for several months.  My husband was not my son’s biological parent and had only known him for a few years.  He never really had an opportunity to learn all the beautiful qualities my son possessed.  He did not share the same intense feelings that I had.  His grief process was completely different.  It was important for me to be able to deal with my anger and intense emotions and not hurt him.  For biological parents living together it is even more difficult.  Everyone grieves differently, everyone’s process is unique. It is difficult to stay connected in the marriage when so many feelings and emotions tear at the very fabric of the relationship.  This is when a good Christian counselor or pastor can help.  Reach out to your church community or if you don’t have one, get connected to one, it helps.
There is a story in the Bible where a sick man was lowered from the roof into a room where Jesus was.  He needed to be healed.  That is what my loving church community did for me at this time of my life; they held me up on a stretcher to the Lord for healing.  Through them I felt the Lord’s comfort and healing power.
Another strong emotion that surfaces at this time is Guilt.  “Why didn’t I do….”, “I wish I would of….” plagued my mind.  I see guilt as just another form of anger which is directed at self.  Years before my son’s death I learned an important lesson about how to avoid guilt.  The tip I learned early on in my son’s life was the importance of communication and telling loved ones how much they matter.  I am so grateful that I took opportunities to tell my child what a precious and beautiful son he was.  I wasn’t a perfect mom but with the help of long time friends, I was able to learn to focus on the good things I did do as a loving mom and to learn to make living amends for my bad choices by doing something special for someone here on earth.  I also learned the importance of telling people I love every opportunity there is, how much I love and appreciate them. I am constantly aware of how quickly a loved one’s life can be snuffed out and so I make the most of each moment.
Depression
Next I sunk into the Depression stage of the grief process.  If you suffer from clinical depression, as I did prior to Ben’s death, this stage can be particularly dangerous.  I went to see a psychiatrist as soon as I could get an appointment to discuss and review my medication regime.  I talked a great deal about what I was feeling and how the death was affecting me.  I also cried nearly constantly at first and later on a daily basis.  I was a unexpected surprise when one day I noticed that I hadn’t cried all day.  I was sure that I was cured and that the grief process must be over for me.  That was at two months.  Boy was I surprised the next day when the flood of emotion and tears came surging back into my existence.
This is when the realization that Ben was really gone hit the hardest.  It was around six to nine months.  The shock had worn off and I missed him terribly.  I would start talking about Ben, as others do about their kids, and the people I was speaking with appeared physically uncomfortable.  Their response was either to change the subject, excuse themselves, or just walk away whenever I mentioned Ben’s name.  No one wanted to talk about Ben; after all he was dead and gone.  I heard a great deal about the importance of getting on with life.  I’m guessing that others expected that at six or nine months I should be done grieving and ready to get on with my life.  Some people even told me as much. I soon realized how uncomfortable people are in our society with grief and the tears, anger, or depression expressed in grieving the death of a child.
Because of these unrealistic expectations, I began to think that something must be wrong with me because I still was hurting so badly.  This is when I struggled most with thoughts of suicide.  I made a plan.  I was desperately searching for relief.  Each day I awoke not knowing if or how I would get through the day.  I got to the point where I knew I couldn’t possibly go on.  My plan failed, so I called a friend.  With the guidance from friends and loved ones, I checked into a hospital.  For two weeks I cried, screamed and people listened.  There I completely fell apart and felt safe doing what I needed to do to work through every bit of anger in me.  I was only in the hospital for two weeks but it saved my life.
As part of the treatment process, the doctors encouraged me to get in touch with those things that had once given me pleasure.  One such pleasure I remembered came out of the memory I had of the fun Ben and I had with our dog.  I had always had a dog growing up and I realized how much I loved having a pet and needed one in my life now.  As a new puppy, my dog Mandy Mae would spend many lonely nights entertaining me by being a cute and totally absorbing puppy.
I also got in touch with my fascination for learning about new places, experiences, and cultures.  That was another thing Ben and I shared.  He joined the Army so he could see the world.  I decided that I was going to live out that dream and start traveling.  Thus traveling became something to focus on and an important addition to my list of things that gave me pleasure and would ultimately create meaning and joy in a life without Ben.
As I progressed through the healing process, I remembered the excitement I felt learning new things.  A spark of curiosity would carry me into the literature for months.  I had always wanted to continue my education and obtain a doctorate but had not made the time.  Going back to school became the third item on my list.
Finally, I rediscovered my faith.  I soon became aware, that in the depth of my despair, there was closeness with God that I had never before experienced.  I sensed that God was physically there with me, carrying me, and that He wanted me to live on.  I turned my life and my will over to him as I never had before.  I placed all my pain and my life in God’s loving hands.  I was ready to leave the hospital.
Another strange phenomena I experienced during this period in my process, I would see Ben’s face on strangers or hear his voice coming from young men I briefly encountered.  If a saw someone in an Army uniform or fatigues, I would want to approach them and hold them, pretending it was Ben.  Anyone in a uniform was fare game to hear my saga.  But instead of being rude or trying to get away from me, thinking I was crazy, most military personnel would respectfully listen and offer comfort.  As one young Marine said to me “Maam, when one of our comrades falls in the line of duty, no matter what branch of the service, it is our privilege to help comfort or be there for the family however we are able”.  The military became my source of healing and that sense of camaraderie helped me to see the human side of the Army.
Within the military community, there is also an organization called T.A.P.S., Tragedy Assistance Program for Survivors.  T.A.P.S. was instrumental in my grief process. T.A.P.S. was founded by Bonnie Carol, a widow whose husband, Tom Carol died in a plane crash.  Being a survivor herself, she saw the need for such a support system.  Military deaths are cloaked in mystery and many times it is difficult to deal with the bureaucracy of such a powerful institution as the military or its foibles.  Such was the case with me.  It was very difficult to discover why a young, healthy man would suddenly die from complications of the flue.
By getting involved with T.A.P.S., I was able to meet with the Secretary of the Army and express the deplorable situation that surrounded my son’s death.  Each year there after, on Memorial Day weekend, I attended the TAPS annual conference in Washington D.C.  There, survivors of military casualties come together for a weekend of counseling, support groups, and educational seminars.  In the beginning I would see others who had learned to live again after the death of their loved one and that gave me hope.  Each year I returned to TAPS I saw in others healing that had taken place during our time apart.  I was never aware of the slow healing within me.  It was only when I saw it in others, year after year, that I realized I must be getting better myself.  Here were people not only learning to survive such a terrible ordeal as mine, but were thriving and helping others.  This is the final tool I used to heal my pain, getting out off self and helping others. Now each year I return to Washington D.C. to be that source of hope to others.  I take and make calls to other parents just starting down their path and try to be their light at the end of a dark and lonely tunnel.
Acceptance
Acceptance is considered by many to be the final stage of grieving. For me it took five years.  I remember it clearly.  It was the five year anniversary of Ben’s death.  I was drawn to his photo album and I was finally able to look again at his pictures.  Suddenly I was filled with gratitude.  Yes I felt gratitude once again, for all those precious moments we had during the 21 years he was on this earth.  It is with the acceptance that Ben not only died but he lived that the healing process was complete and I was able to move on.  This isn’t meant to discourage anyone but to let you know that it does take a long time and a great deal of work to get to a place of acceptance.  But be assured, it will come if you will work for it.

You And I
A Friendship Song
Benjamin Franklin Betts

I step out of the dark, into the light
Away from the terror of the night
Standing waiting, side by side
Off in the distance there’s an uncharted road
Stretching further than we can see
I look to you and you turn to me
We decide to walk along
Writing in our hearts a new song

We’ll keep walking we’ll keep traveling on
Until our last days are done, until we have won
Togetherness is the only way
To make it through tomorrow
To make it through today
Forever is not too long
Just as long as we hold on
Unburdened and unstoppable

I’ll trust in you, please trust in me
Together we can’t be beat
With God’s help this is true
The best combination is me and you
As we walk, as we run
Together facing daily battles that must be won
Together we can’t go wrong
Singing this friendship song

CHAPTER III
The hope and comfort I have today
It’s fall again.  The skies are blue and there are those familiar wispy strokes of white cloud painted ever so artistically across the blue.  It has been seven years since Ben went to be with the Lord.  Today I am able to look at those blue skies, feel the chillness in the air at night, and all the signs that indicate that summer is over and the fall is just around the corner.  Since Ben died, I entered this time of year with dread.  Today I feel tremendous amount of joy and gratitude that runs deep within my being.  As Gibran has said in his book The Profit “Pain carves the well that holds my joy”. The fact that a young soldier, PFC Benjamin Franklin Betts, was here on this earth and I was able to spend 21 years celebrating life with him brings great joy to my heart.
It is hard to believe in the beginning when the news first arrives that anything could ever be the same again.  No, life will never be the same.  My life is totally different today because my focus on life is different.  I am not the same person I was prior to October 20, 1997.  Today I am able to see life through a new lens.  I am able to care more about people than things.  I guess you could say I am a more caring person as I feel a great depth of compassion for others who are suffering the loss of their child.  I am a person who is committed to helping others get through the grieving process, to help you the reader.    Today there is some sense of normalcy in my life.  What does that normalcy look like?
First, I have greater depths of love in my relationships today.  I don’t take anyone or any time with a loved one for granted.  I know how quickly life can be snuffed out, so today my relationships are much deeper and richer.  I tell people all the time how much I appreciate them.  I am not afraid or reluctant to tell close friends and family member that I love them.  I live each day as though it were my last.
I have faith today and the assurance that ALL things work together for good with those who love and serve the Lord, Rom 8:28.  I have seen so much good and so many people’s lives touched all because my son lived and died.  Good does come out of tragedy!
I have hope today.  My hope is that when I take my last breath on this earth and my next breath in eternity, I will stand before my Lord and hear him say, “Well done good and faithful one, welcome home” and my son Ben will be there beaming from ear to ear, and will say, “Way to go mom, I am so proud of you!”     Every deed I do, every word I say, every thought I think leads to that moment.  St Paul once said that to die is to gain but to live is to suffer.  Yes I do still hurt every time I miss Ben, but I know beyond a shadow of doubt that one day I will see him again.  What a wonderful reassurance!
I have purpose in my life today.  Each day has meaning as I commit to helping others and making my small part of this world a better place.  Theodore Isaac Rubin once said that “Few people can fail to generate a self-healing process when they become genuinely involved in healing others.”  There is a caution attached to this.  It is important not to rush into helping others at the expense of your own healing.  I have read of others who accomplished great things after a death of a child only to have a melt down two to three years later.  One way or another, the grief will make itself known and have to be dealt with.  I decided at the onset from the readings that I did, to attach the grief head-on.  I desperately wanted to get through the grief and then move on with my life.  I didn’t want to take any detours or prolong the pain in any way.
These tools I have shared with you through this book are compilation of all the readings I have done, support groups I attended, and advice I received from other survivors.  These tools worked for me.  They may or may not work for you.  Take what you want and what works for you, and leave the rest.  Then pass it on and together we can support others who are paying the ultimate sacrifice for freedom, the death of their loved one, their soldier.

Locked Away
PFC Benjamin Franklin Betts

I struggle so hard for what is given
Nothing is free in a life worth living

Gifts are more precious when they’re earned
Something sacrificed, something learned
There are lessons to be learned
Most of them aren’t easy

I’ve felt pain in my pleasure and pleasure in my pain
I’ve had it rain on sunny days and felt sunshine on rainy days
I’ve worn a smile on my face and a frown on my heart
Suffered the bitterness of rejection from the start

I’ve never known the answers
At the questions I can only guess
When things go spinning out of control
I struggle to be free from this mess

Freedom is an empty day spent without a care
Freedom is a clear mind, the shelves of reflection bare
Freedom is always just out of reach
No matter how hard I try

I struggle to do my best; it puts my soul to the test
Pass or fail, win or lose, somehow you end up feeling used
I know I have some answers locked inside me
First I have to find the door before I worry about a key

I feel I hold the answers
But they’re locked away
Waiting to be opened on that special day

May God bless Mary Johnson on Earth, and PFC Franklin Betts in Heaven.

eric

Joe Piscopo and other (angry) mob(ster)s

Friday, August 7th, 2009

Editors Note: I am en route to San Diego for Sean Hannity and his Freedom Concert. I will not be covering the Sonia Sotomayor confirmation because there is nothing to say. She got confirmed. If Republicans want to prevent another mediocre talent and leftist ethnic grievance monger on the court, then winning back the Senate is the only hope.

Besides, I have bigger concerns.

I am now officially a mobster.

This is surprising to me. I am not Italian, and most Italians I know are not mobsters either.

I like Italian food, but found the Sopranos colossally boring. For those who said “Bada Boom!” and “Bada Bing!” I responded with “Bada Yawn,” also known as “Bada who the hell cares?”

Yet in the current health care debate, anybody that goes to a town hall meeting and disagrees with the President is now part of an angry mob.

So this is actually less about mobsters than mob(ster)s.

To be part of a mob, there is only one qualification. One has to disgaree with President Obama and refuse to be silent about this.

http://boortz.com/nealz_nuze/2009/08/but-when-in-doubt-blame-it-on.html

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970204908604574334623330098540.html

http://www.nypost.com/seven/08072009/postopinion/opedcolumnists/world_burns_as_doc_o_fiddles_183348.htm

http://michellemalkin.com/2009/08/07/i-am-the-mob/

When George W. Bush was the president, dissent was patriotic. Very leftist ran wild. Were there reasonable Democrats that protested in a civil manner? Sure. Yet the lunatics were celebrated. Every organization from “Lesbian Vegans for Libya” to “Hillary’s hags and harpies” to “Bush lied, the music died” was out in full force.

Cindy Sheehan engaged in behavior toward President Bush that can only be described as stalking. Medea Benjamin and the rest of the Code Pinkos engaged in verbal bombthrowing that bordered on terrorism.

Yet despite accusations that President Bush was clamping down on free speech, those accusations from Hollywood celebrities and other leftist nitwits defied logic. After all, people yelling about censorship at the top of their lungs with no repercussions hardly sounds like a police state.

As for Barack Obama, anybody disagreeing with him is a concern. Leftists are constantly complaining about Gestapo tactics, but they seem to enjoy them themselves. After all, what else would one call collecting evidence of conservatives criticizing the President, and then emailing the White House to inform them.

Despite having the White House and both houses of Congress, the left is more enraged than ever. They still have not grasped what election after election has told the rest of the civilized world.

Leftists don’t matter. They are, were, and lord willing, will always be irrelevant.

Without rehashing past discussions, in short, conservatives get elected by saying who they are and what they believe. Liberals get elected only when conservatives mess up, and only be denying who they are. They make up phony terms like “progressives” because they are too gutless to admit they are liberals.

Because of this, there is no mandate for liberalism in America.

For those that point out the last two elections, think again. The Democrats won in 2006 by not discussing anything remotely resembling a policy or a program. They stood for nothing, which was good enough whe the Republicans were seen as less than nothing. Naturally, outside of non-binding resolutions, and hating President Bush, they did nothing.

Then they got the White House in 2008, and they claimed a mandate for liberalism. This is false because Barack Obama denied who he was from day one of his campaign. He had a mandate to fix the economy. He did not have a mandate to remake it in the tradition of FDR.

Democrats had a few brief months where blaming Republicans for everything from killing puppies and kittens to hating seniors and children worked. Yet then a funny thing happened.

The voters wanted results. They wanted the blame game to stop. The liberals were incapable of stopping.

Liberal hatred of conservatives is pathological. They need hatred the way normal human beings need  oxygen.

With no Republicans to blame, the liberals had no choice but to blame somebody. It was tornado temper tantrum time. First the Democrats lashed out at each other. The Blue Dogs correctly understood that allowing the Pelosiraptor to dictate legislation would not her. She has a safe seat. She would not care if they all lost their seats once the legislation was passed.

Yet the Blue Dogs eventually turned into lap dogs. There was just one problem. Nancy Pelosi, Barack Obama, and even Rahm Emanuel ran into the one group of people that could not be bullied…voters.

First the Democrats got shellacked at Town Halls. Then they simply decided to stop holding them. They began a ruthless assault on ordinary Americans. Just ask Joe the Plumber.

They then verbally attacked people attending tea parties and town halls as either lunatics, or plants. Now liberals are experts in having planted questioners in their midst, to ensure favorable coverage.

I remember attending a press conference by Barbara Boxer where the questioners were required to write the questions on pieces of paper, and she would choose which ones to answer.

The liberals once had complete domination of the media. Then conservatives found outlets, including talk radio. The left came unglued, knowing that dissenting conservative opinions were even allowed.

This led to citizens getting more politically active. This is not a threat to Democracy. This is democracy.

Now the left is demonizing people attending Town Halls for simply disagreeing with the President.

The left is determined to find people that act badly. In the same way Palesiminans are having a tougher time recruiting new homicide bombers, leftists are posing as hateful conservatives because mainstream conservatives refuse to act like bat spit crazy nut jobs.

When Senator Boxer complains that the protesters are fake because they dress well, she is conceding that most liberal protesters are unshaven creatures that should be profiled at airports.

I recently attended a strategy session, and we were told as conservatives that we were to be civilized and polite. We were told not to hold up any crazy signs, or yell any bad words. This is because one incident of bad behavior will allow liberals to present all conservatives as wack jobs.

The funny thing is the conservatives did not even need this advice. Unlike liberals, they do not need to experience extensive training in civilized behavior. We do not throw objects or celebrate those who do. We would never throw shoes at Barack Obama or a pie at a liberal commentator.

The left has become so unhinged that they actually accused the senior citizens in the audience of grandstanding so that they could be on You-Tube.

It was at this moment that a liberal mobster had to settle down other liberal mob(ster)s, even though he agree with them politically.

I never thought I would witness this, but the voice of reason in this discussion was Joe Piscopo.

As a political blogger, I never even thought to ever write his name. H eis an actor or comedian who was famous for something a while back. I mean no disrespect. He seems like a nice enough guy. Yet his recent appearance on Hannity was brilliant.

I still do not understand why he wa son Hannity, but again, for a Hollywood celebrity, he actually spoke like somebody thoughtful. When the You-Tube issue was brought up, Piscopo deadpanned that “These are senior citizens. They don’t even know what You-Tube is.”

I admit, to me that is hilarious, and quite accurate. They call it “new media” because it is new. It is mainly the tool of young people.

I do not know what Joe Piscopo knows about new media, but Joe Piscopo knows about mobsters. He and Danny Devito was hilarious in “Wise Guys,” when Dan Hedaya hired each of them to kill the other one. Ray Sharkey was killed, but Piscopo bungled his way into survival.

He knows comedy, and apparently he knows seniors as well. They are not looking for internet glory. That is a young thing. They do not know You-Tube from My-Space to the Space Race to the Great Space Coaster.

My father is a bright man, but he has no idea how to do most things on a computer. He is old and set in his ways. He dictates letters, and my mother types them. I taught him how to download music, and he got angry when nobody else had the songs he liked. My mother wakes up 3am to handle eBay auctions. Again, this man is no dummy. He is just old, and not interested in Twitter and Facebook. My mother checks his email.

Many seniors are angry because they truly love America, and see liberal policies wrecking the nation they inherited.

These poeople are not fake plants. The assertion is ludicrous.

The pelosiraptor claims that these people are “carpet-bombing” this country. Many of these seniors belong to the World War II generation. They know more about carpet-bombing that the Pelosiraptor ever will.

These are not political agitators. They don’t put on war paint like Code Pink. They are not college kids that wouldn’t know a fact from an opinion if it was drilled into their skulls.

The seniors simply want to get to the truth. They want congress to read the bills they vote on. They want congress to level with them.

They want honesty.

They are not an angry mob. I have seen angry mobs. During the LA Riots of 1992, I saw a city have to be put on lockdown. It was not Republican senior citizens burning and looting. It was young people with a sense of grievance and entitlement.Why would seniors steal VCRs back then? They did not even know how to program them. (I let mine blink 12:00 because twice a day, every day, it was right.)

The left can kick and scream and cry and hurl epithets. What they cannot do is govern.

They control everything, and they are repeating their mistakes of 1992.

The louder they yell, the more they will be rejected, and the more desperate they will become.

They could try reaching across the aisle, but if they did this they would not be liberals.

Again, when hatred is a religion, it is difficult to let reason trump emotion.

I will continue to exercise my right to free speech. I will engage in democracy.

I may attend some protests. I am sure the crowds will be filled with decent and civilized human beings.

For now, it is time to hang out with some great AMericans.

The Tygrrrr Express is San Diego bound, ready to hear Charlie Daniels, Lee Greenwood, and of course Sean Hannity.

I never thought I would say this, but if Joe Piscopo is there, that would be cool as well.

We will be portrayed as angry mob(ster)s, but thousands of people singing “God Bless the U.S.A.” along with Lee Greenwood sounds like a lovefest to me.

eric