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Death of The American

A man not clear in his faith is not clear in his thoughts. Either you are or your not, faithful. About what may matter less than an indecisive mind about your own persona. A man in the middle has two masters ruling his existence.

Creeds, oaths, and constitutions are facades for men with a weaker continence. An American was never intended to be part of a government, quite the contrary, a government was meant to be part of a man to protect the interests of those with which he communes.

Throughout his life, an American, uses his time to protect his life and liberty. Neither are afforded by any other man or entity. He develops his strength physically, mentally, and intellectually as to provide for his interests and the interest of those with whom he communes.

A free man stands alone with allegiance to principles, not people or governments. He may have to bear faith and allegiance to an ideal bigger than himself at times to protect his liberty, but his principles do not change, and in the absence of threat he returns his allegiance to himself and his interests. This is the point of the word “bear” in the oath a soldier takes. He must endure the subjugation of his liberty for a time as to protect the greater interest of his liberty. This is a temporary state within the life of an American.

I hear “let freedom ring!” I see pristine flags wisping in the winds of time. I watch parades and ceremonies where Americans glorify the deeds of our Nation. What I don’t see is liberty and independence. I see dependence and authority established without resistance.

Americans calling for more laws while stripping the independent man of his liberty. Americans dividing over resources they didn’t sweat for provided by politicians who own nothing but a plastic title. I see leadership redefined for those weaker men to be considered consensus. I hear lies that Americans ignore for a larger piece of a pie that’s been sitting in the window sill way to long to be edible. I feel we’re lost.

We’ve been so far removed from what it means to be an American weaker men have diluted liberty and independence to compromise and control. We were never intended to be ruled. Read the documents. Pay attention to the language. Understand liberty, understand independence, comprehend the nuances of phrases like “bear true faith and allegiance, these are temporary states of being that have rode the lie of pride into a subjugated existence that’s portrayed as free, you’re not free, wake up.

I bear what dealings I have with institutions like government for the greater good of my interests and the interests of those I love. I bore truth faith and allegiance throughout a career in the military. I sacrificed freedom, therefore I understand that’s over. My allegiance is to my interests now and benefit citizens I’ll never meet or shake hands with, I am no longer my government.

We are in a war within that most cannot see. This war, if lost, will compromise all that it means to be American. I’m not speaking about being patriotic, I’m speaking of independence. I’m not speaking of pride, I’m speaking of respect. I’m not speaking of unity, I’m speaking of liberty. If we remember and understand what it means to be an American and act as such, this will provide for the common defense.

Americans were never meant to be a government, a religion, a party or race. We were meant to be independent folks who cared enough about our liberty and independence that at times we would sacrifice those principles for our greater good, then return home with our allegiance to our own endeavors.

We are in danger. Too many of us are governed by weaker men with goals other than our independence and liberty. They can’t give us liberty, it’s ours inalienably. They can’t give us independence, it’s our heritage. They can’t give us freedom, only take it, and this has been the path for far too long. Stand up alone, be proud of yourself, and let no man govern you into a subjugated state of illusion!

Crayon Box Kids

I know you’re busy. I realize that wasting time on this crayon box shit them idiots been carrying around for years, or a check, is tired. It’s past ignorance if that’s possible. I understand you have to work, take care of family and spend time with friends, but you have to take a minute.

We let these bastards run their mouth to long. Yeah, it wasn’t worth it to shut them up, but it ended up being like the child that was never disciplined and suddenly became too big for everyone’s britches. Now these little idiot actually have folks convinced their legit and he brought the playground with him.

I know you hear about colors that matter and wonder why. Just like I wonder about geeks who are so afraid of the dark they take their sheets outside with them so they can keep their minds hidden under their sheets.

We shut these fucks up for a minute, but they ain’t going away. We knew this and moved on not realizing folks would find dollars in the pockets of sagging pants. We didn’t realize the sheets would get folded up and put away for hair styles. Who knew that these miedra ignorante would steal the cowboys bandana to wipe their ass instead of sweat from a hard days work.

They’re all the same. Like some adolescent bitch in heat they dress up, fix their hair, and show their ass like it’s some booty for mentally incapacitated hood rats who colors kids white, black, brown or red like pit bulls in a whelping box. Who knew we would end up listening to these feminized men trying to emasculate jewelry and fashion to entertain their Momma’s through an audience of baby Momma’s raising little man.

I can’t understand the toothless bastard stealing flags and soldiers medals to paint their town white. Even crazier, there’s a chicken shit cracker eating desk jockey out there buying this fool the paint and brushes as long as he don’t tell no one. You know the one, he has masks and dollars to masquerade as a leader, he cut his teeth in a church building that could only produce a spirit with white robes.

I know you’re out there quietly shaking your head like me. I know you see through the race hustle like I do. Usted ve la ignorancia. We are humans. We left our crayon boxes in elementary school. We aren’t fools lost in some world of physical attributes as power, our power is seeing through bandanas, sheets, and feminized male fashion.

Now we have to speak to those cultures trying to usurp our efforts and failures as their excuse for choosing to get theirs. These micro cultures within our diverse country don’t deserve a voice when they start screaming like little man in Walmart trying to get a new toy. We need to understand for them they’ve been a political bitch for decades to a movement that will stoop to any level to create a vote.

These political pariahs don’t support the poor, they exploit the govt assistance chasing hood rats and their colorful offspring for entertainment. They don’t care about the immigrant that’s no longer Mexican, and will never be American. They make movies about drugs, bandanas, and guns. They don’t care about the poor folks of all colors, they pit us against each other using false stats and cops who work for spineless administrators who don’t know the first thing about leadership. And we fall for the ruse, folks believe there’s a race problem because they are still the political bitch and don’t know the difference between cultures and race.

Old folks say just cause you’re poor don’t mean you have to be dirty. I say just cause we’re poor we don’t mean we have to be ignorant. The more we study, or research, the more we realize them folks ain’t that smart anyway.

Rise above the ignorance. Take control of your reality. Understand that your people are in your circle and anybody trying to represent better step back. A real man don’t let no bitch dressed up acting represent him. We stand tall in our own boots and sandals. We stand with our sons and daughters, wives and parents, as an example of a free man. Free physically and mentally from any influence of dollars or comforts we ain’t earned. We ain’t no particular color, we’re a particular character, and we’re calling Ya’all out!

American Spirit

I was looking through my social media early one morning and was reminded how special the American spirit is to the world. This is a weekend for reflection to many, and as I reflect, I’m reminded how this spirit survives despite America’s government. The separation is clear.

I see the disconnect in the millions of heartfelt messages from folks about our service members who sacrificed all. Many of these messages are from folks who don’t know the pain of this loss personally, but empathize with those that do. We remember the WW11 widow who went on to make a new life with her scrapbook of memories of a love only dreamt, because no one gets left behind.

I read the anecdotes from a friend in Honduras sad about leaving friends behind to return home. I see photo’s of smiling men laboring to improve learning and living conditions for folks thousands of miles away. I feel the American spirit in their photos.

I see young soldiers with backpacks full of miniature flags walking rows of white headstones placing each one with the care of a loved one. I imagine in his mind the glory he dreamt of how each patriot found his home there.

I read about young folks just starting their journey in life upon graduating from 15 years of security and learning. I’ve watched them over the years clean houses and yards for older folks less fortunate. I’ve watched them build structures to lighten the burden for those less physically fortunate. I see the American spirit.

I see photos of babies. Some in hospitals and some taking the first step in a family video. As I read the comments I feel the pain and joy of folks distant or near as the empathize or celebrate with the parents joy or sorrow.

I’ve read the stories of Europe being attacked and the heartfelt comments from Americans who desperately want to ease the pain of someone they can’t even imagine, or might not have even liked. I see the cover photos superimposed with foreign flags in solidarity with folks they will never know.

I see my neighbors cutting each other’s grass. I see the person at the cash register receive change from the cashier because they were a few cents short. I see the folks on the side of the road laughing and joking as they change a flat tire. I read on yard sake sites of mothers giving away baby clothes that no longer fit to anyone who might need them. Everywhere I look I see the American spirit.

There are folks outside and within our country that would have you believe being American is something evil. They’ll point to political figures. They’ll try and convince you that lies and deceit are the coin of our realm. Hell, they’ll even try to convince you we’re responsible for the Christian crusades if you listen long enough. Some of these accusation are truths and half truths of our government, but they aren’t part of the American spirit.

Take time to really reflect this weekend, folks died for this holiday. They died for you before your parents were born. They died before they had children or families of their own. Don’t feel bad about barbecuing, or swimming, or having too many beers with your friends. This was part of why they put theirselves in harms way.

But…. Remember that when the weekend is over they would expect that you would share some old clothes with someone less fortunate. They would expect that you would help out the neighbor who can’t cut their grass. They would expect you support or travel somewhere far away to help out folks in need. They would expect you share a kind word with someone, on line or face to face with a hug.

Trust me when I tell you they knew about the disconnect with the government. They lived and died with it. They worked within it with hopes to change it. They could spot an idiot a mile away. They also understood we aren’t our government, hence; “We the people in order to form a more perfect union….. Remember all the way back to that revolutionary soldier who passed on for you to grill with a machine he could never imagine.

Remember Freedom and goodwill are alive today for your to carry forward. It’s a legacy left to us. I’m encouraged that every second of every day their sacrifices are living and breathing in our efforts to be a better neighbor around the world.

American People

Does feminism fail due to the nurturing nature of the female. We all have heard cliches. Maternal instinct, which of late it seems just as many men have. Woman are more compassionate, I would argue sympathetic, a loathsome emotional response. Some folks would argue that woman are more in touch with their emotions. Feminist would be violently opposed to these cliches because they’re just people.

The confusing thing to me is that the feminist movement has rode these waves of momentum then got swept up in another groups struggle. The 60’s and 70’s they burnt bras when it meant something. Then they were sucked into the civil rights compactor and spit out for a seat in the back of the bus.

In the 80’s and 90’s they got so mixed up with the gay movement it was hard to tell who was a boy and who was a girl, if there are still genders. The glass ceiling was shattered by a few woman emotionally pretending to be male, but Elizabeth Dole disappeared, I assume back to the pineapple plantation.

Now we’re here again, more radical then ever. Female Senators, movie producers, star athletes; woman are attaining whatever their hearts or minds desire. We have astronauts, infantry woman in the Army, even a slew of woman fighter pilots. We passed on the female president this cycle because it was the wrong woman at the right time.

Now the feminist women are sounding off about rape culture. They will stop at nothing until any characteristic considered male is eliminated from the human emotional lexicon. If a boy on a campus sees a girl dressed nice with a strong feminine presence and tells his buddy he’d like to sleep with her, he’s a criminal. Woman have conquered every endeavor so now they have to eliminate any characteristic that’s considered masculine.

This phase will meld into some other groups cause soon and the feminist silence will be heard in the black lives matter group, or the gender of the day folks, or the emerging survival of……, folks. This falls into the old “fool me once” euphemism. The progressive movement has been using woman as a tool of advancement for decades and putting them back in the tool box when their intermediate goals were achieved.

The truth is that we did not transition well from the phase of woman as homemakers to woman as working partners. These folks saw that and exploited it as a disrespect to woman. It was never about disrespect, it was about confusion. The whole child care industry was developed out of this confusion. Out of this confusion the role of parents and the role of men and woman got confused, and for some still is.

This shit about rape culture today is the new exploitation. There are men, (and woman) out there that view others as objects. Men that take pleasure out of victimizing or demoralizing woman for their own esteem. Most American Men abhor this behavior and that’s the single reason it happens in silence. Because any Red Blooded American Male who saw this type of behavior in a friend would put it in check. We respect woman, we’re not the enemy.

So it seemed for this round of feminist fame we’ll have to throw it back at ya. We (men and boys) have a right to be masculine and wear muscle shirts with tight jeans without being stared at for our reproductive prowess just as much as you have a right to wear short skirts and blouses without being judged for your birthing hips. We are meant to be mutually respectful of each other and no movement, religion, or government should interfere with that.

Just because someone isn’t respected for being gay doesn’t mean masculinity is evil. Just because a woman didn’t get elected president doesn’t mean misogyny is the American norm. Just because single mothers struggle doesn’t mean nuclear families are threatening. The divisions created are endless and fabricated illusions.

Most Americans look at each other as people. Plain and simple. Don’t be fooled by idiots with a cause. Feminism and American are synonymous, and American woman are people, like American men. Always struggling for the underdog. Reaching all corners of the earth for human rights. To say otherwise is a lie and disrespecting the American character.

Don’t worry though, feminism and Americanism will remain synonymous no matter who tries to divide us. We’ll have a woman president one day also. When we do, watch out because the American woman has a history of standing up for the downtrodden. From the slaves, to the oppressed, to the displaced she has been keeping America strong in its efforts to be the shining city on the hill, and her men stand behind her ready to fight right alongside her if you get in her way.

Artificial Existence

Artificial ignorance, is artificial intelligence an oxymoron? This creation based reality that is being advanced by the progressive movement hasn’t changed in 100 years, and we still have to listen to the ignorance.

This rote life form can be admired and armed to the point everyone is “blown away”! What makes it interesting is that in its simplest term, these forms can be shut down in seconds, it takes years to shut a human down. This basic fact has to be ignored to perpetuate the artificial truth that you can create real life outside the womb, unless you redefine life.

A latent effect for the average person is we begin to quantify life. The same folks who progressively portray themselves as humanist are the ones who developed this concept to establish the paradigm shift. Now the conversation is open to dividing up a populace. We can quantify woman, children, or babies. We can Label illegals, criminals, or addicts. We can bolster the belief in class and entrench masses in associative values. We could even quantify the fetus and each trimester and assign levels of humanness, ignoring the fact this is the origin of ignorance.

Now we come up with a right to life or woman’s choice slogans that serve to falsely elevate the gender gap. They throw in divisive terms like patriarch or matriarchal as if there’s a division. This is how they quantify the process of procreation. Divide the male and female ability to procreate. Then add artificial genders to confuse the possibilities. Then it becomes archaic to consider a man and a woman and the power of creation. Now it’s far fetched to think a man and a woman can create a family that can change the world. This is the America they want to eliminate. This is a hidden pillar of socialism that is masked by the scrim of deceit.

This is possible more and more because much of what was fantasy 100 years ago, is a reality today. The roots of ignorance run deep. These ideas and supporting terms were written and discussed years ago, there were many academics with political intuition who saw this and outlined the foundation of today’s progressive movement.

Keep I’m mind I’m speaking about one aspect of the progressive movement. Also keep in mind that most of the folks following this movement don’t understand the value of the compartmentalized nature of the ideology that influence their beliefs. For most it’s as simple as having a choice is better than not having a choice, being free within a society or culture is a right. We can even take our ability to create artificial existences and extend that to the natural order. All we had to do is attack every part of the process by creating a dichotomy within conception, gestation, and maturation. Then quantify the individual processes and soon the arrogance of the artificial intelligence fallacy has fled believing they can exercise that power over the natural order, which is demonized.

But why go to these lengths? Why divide the world against itself to unify it against itself. Chaos. Within this chaos created by ignorance leaders will arise who can gain control of the process and guide the fractionalized pieces together towards a unified ignorance till it looks like an early Picasso.

Listen to what’s being said nationally. Socialism can be a better system if we add “democratic” as a prefix. This was apparent in our last election when an elitist dressed as a common man espousing socialist ideals of shared wealth, except his. The “old man”, with his tweed jackets and grey hair, was a product of a generation heavily influenced by characters, not reality. Living proof that egocentrism isn’t confined to early childhood when you’re wealthy or privileged.

There are many other aspects of this movement and it’s ignorance that the same rubric is used to keep folks following this ignorance. I won’t waste time since the rubric is obvious. In it’s simplest form it’s the kid who is different justifying his difference by starting an argument between his two buddies to gain control of how each of them view the other. All the while remaining invisibly in control of the whole discord; until the other two boys grow up of course, then they hopefully whip his ass.

The truth is we’re about as free as you can be if you chose to live as part of a society, culture, or family. We have to sacrifice part of our freedom to be a part of any group. Even living life within one of the artificial existences requires you to give up part of who you are. Maybe that’s where the term “keep it real” came from, some sort of cry for freedom from artificial arrogance.

Open Letter

Open letter:
I’ve never done an open letter before, but I feel a gap in the veteran narrative that’s close to my heart. There’s a group of service members, soldiers in my case, who’ve quietly slipped away beneath the quest of writers, reporters, and business men looking to make a buck trying to turn service members into victims.

I salute those Viet Nam era service members who gave the ultimate for their country. Some joined and some were drafted. I imagine the fought for the person to their left and right, which culminated in a national effort. Our country was a little off kilter then, like now, so many weren’t pleased with the civilian leadership, like now. Regardless, their honor and sacrifice is part of a time honored tradition.

I felt bad for those soldiers coming home to negative publicity and personal attacks. They didn’t deserve that. There was a real national threat, it just didn’t involve any actions by the enemy that folks could foresee, they were just beginning the whole “immediate gratification”thing back then. It’s easy to see how dangerous the world was in light of what we know now about the Cold War.

The folks who slipped through are the ones that didn’t come home. They didn’t die. They saw it through to the end and the lessons they learnt about men, materials, and tactics would stay with them forever. They stayed the course, reenlisted, and began the work of building a professional military.

This is where I came in, 1979. Right before Reagan came into office and these warriors put on their professional hats and used the money and freedom afforded them to train the most feared military in history. This is not an exaggeration, no country would make a move for 30 some years. If they did jump, they were put down with speed, precision, and violence of action, no messing around.

The Viet Nam Era leaders created this military that created years of peace. They spared no feelings or considerations when it cam to training and equipping their soldiers. Most importantly they embedded the “Lead by Example” mentality in generations of service members.

These guys went on to retire and moved into the civilian world quietly and confident that they left things better than they found them. I joined in 79 and retired in 98. I can tell you that it was two different militaries I served in.
My most proudest moment was when our soldiers executed the “100 day war” and again put down aggression with professional speed, precision, and violence of action. I’m proud because I passed those lessons I learnt from the Viet nam Era soldiers onto those soldiers and they performed flawlessly. I was not present at this war. I had retired and was teaching at the time, but I was proud!

If you read this by chance pass it on. There are millions of Viet Nam Era service members out there silently reminiscing in this success. There are millions of relatives that proudly display photos of these leaders in their homes. Let’s not forget them either, they stayed the course and gave us many years of peace through their strength of conviction. For this I am proud to have served under the Viet Nam era soldiers and am eternally grateful for those that humbly served our nation creating decades of peace.

With Respect
A fellow soldier

P.S. Would some leader, historian, or political figure please go back and read over General Powell’s comments on never going into action without an exit strategy. He brought that lesson to light after Mogadishu I believe!!!!

U.S.S. Implosion

The ship lists; the starboard side judges the port with fate, while the port side glares down with contempt and favor. Fore and aft are no longer considered as waves lap at the feet of passengers. Not knowledgable enough to assist, they chatter and regurgitate what deck hands think they know.
The Captain looks to his Lieutenants with hope. Hope that they knew more than how to appease guilded sleeves. Hope that they would glance below and feel something besides the power of privilege. Hope that the reality of the ocean spray would awaken their souls.
Below deck the rabble rouses to their station. Grumbling at the years of toil. It was fine when they had theirs and it mattered not that fools gold and real gold were just a matter of reality both purchased this moment.
When the ship sails there’s hope and dreams. When the ship docks there’s anticipation and wonder. Alas, when the ship sinks there’s realization. Realization that everything sinks, all cloth gets wet, and lungs fill at the same rate no matter the lineage.
Now the playing field is even. This is a dangerous moment. A moment where all that matters is within you. The will to live or die for yourself or something greater. Prayers won’t reach heaven before you’re gurgling salt water and prayers, time has becomes a noose.
The spectrum of human emotion and behavior play out below the Captains Mast as he loses faith in humanity and goes down with his ship and dignity, but go down he will, just like the porter in the bowels of the ship.
The scrim of civility dissipates with a reality that comforts some and destroys others. True colors replace national colors and whip in the wind. No place to hide before deaths grasp. Running within anarchy serves the purpose. Everything is futile but breath and thought.
So here we are in rougher seas in a ship that’s rolling with the sea rather than on it. There is no Captain, no dignity, no order. Humanities become a whirlwind of ignorance within green seas. No more “man overboard!”, it’s every man for himself.
The difference today is the rabble is no longer satisfied with waiting silently below for orders. They know there’s no real captain, just a man with a uniform that sinks at the same rate as their tattered rags. They know because knowledge is the currency of the day, understanding is a myth. Truth is a creation, and lies are tools of the trade.
These times have came before and passed. Many ships lay full of treasures to blind future generations of pirates. There are stories of victories over the sea that are humbly recorded and hesitantly retold, because the understanding that reality has layers that order maintains hinges on knowledge that hides the truth of humanity.