Author: Poetrooper

  • Hate Crimes at the Air Force Academy?

    Hate Crimes at the Air Force Academy?

    The New York Times reported this weekend on another incident of racist graffiti at an unlikely venue, the United States Air Force Academy Prep School, which is located on the campus of the Academy itself, not exactly a hotbed of white supremacist activity.

    Over at my favorite military blog, This Ain’t Hell (but you can see it from here), the discussion was decidedly skeptical, as the people commenting are those serving or who have served and who therefore have an informed appreciation of the dire consequences that could befall the writer of such racist messages on a military installation. Many of them noted the several recent situations like this where the perps have turned out to be one and the same as the complainants. A link was provided to a website that monitors such spurious claims of racist activity, Fakehatecrimes.org, where I discovered an interesting occurrence that might shed some light on such ersatz reports. If you click on the graphs page at the website, you will find a pair of simple bar graphs tracking the reported numbers of such faux incidents by month and year. One thing is immediately apparent: there was a tremendous spike in 2016 and that spike was attributable primarily to the very large number reported in November of that year. It would appear that 2017 is headed to an even higher finish.

    That spike, coinciding with the presidential election, immediately set me to wondering if such reports were being used for political purposes, but the greater likelihood is that it was the heightened emotional turmoil following the Democrat’s hugely unexpected loss that triggered more such activity. That it has continued at an increased pace well into 2017 could indicate that it is a racial variant of Trump Derangement Syndrome. Whatever the driving mechanism, I’m with my comrades in arms at This Ain’t Hell in believing that this latest situation on the USAFA campus is highly suspect, perhaps just a social justice form of a Blue Falcon designed to bring the entire organization bad publicity.

    But there is another aspect of this phenomenon of false racist activity reporting that I find even more significant: its necessity. Why, in a nation of privileged racist white supremacists who are determined to oppress blacks, as the Democrats and their media constantly remind us that we are, is there even a need for blacks to create phony incidents? If we are as hugely racist as Black Lives Matter and other social justice organizations say we are, we’re doing a piss-poor job of it if the downtrodden minority folks have to step up their game of false racism incidents just to keep the white racist meme moving along. Are you telling me, all you privileged white supremacists reading this, that we’re incapable of performing our own racist acts on a scale to justify the media harangues about white privilege and white racism? This can’t be good: I’m forming a mental image of some social justice mob leader, standing before a maze of media microphones and fulminating about how the damned white folks have done gone and gotten so lazy they won’t even do their own damned racism no more!

    On the other hand, and this is where I’m inclined to go, this could be a very good indicator of the fact that this is not such a racist nation after all. We are, as so many of us have long believed, much better people than the Democrats and their controlled media claim we are. I have long chosen to disbelieve them and I’ll bet the rent money that this blossoming situation at the Air Force Academy will someday be included on the pages of Fakehatecrimes.org.

    Crossposted at American Thinker

  • NFL conflict – Don’t let media distract from original issue

    There’s no question that President Trump tossed a live grenade into the NFL’s locker room during his Alabama speech the other night and it has set off countless secondary explosions throughout the league and across the media spectrum. Annoyingly there is endless jabbering by pundits about the sacredness of an American right of free speech which has, in fact, never existed. If you think your boss can’t fire you for saying or doing anything he finds offensive, then you need a lesson in life, cupcake. Just try it. My wife lost her job as a legal assistant at a very Democrat law firm because she dared to park our SUV, bearing my “Not Fonda Kerry” bumper stickers, in the firm’s very Kerry parking garage.

    The only guarantee of free speech Americans have is their constitutionally warranted protection against government suppression of freedom of self-expression. Note that government because that is the critical term in this NFL brouhaha as President Trump well knows and well-expressed with his, “Fire the son of a bitch,” exhortation to NFL owners. As my wife learned the hard way, self-expression at your place of employment is a very fragile concept, entirely dependent upon the breadth and depth of your employer’s level of tolerance. So can we please can the discussion about the NFL players’ right to free speech and self-expression and get to the subject of their protests which is the real issue?

    Too many in the left wing media want to play down the fact that this entire mess began with one player, Colin Kaepernick, radicalized by his lefty girlfriend, demonstrating his support for the Black Lives Matter campaign against America’s police forces. Now I can understand how young men in their physical prime could find this a sympathetic view, as many of them too frequently find themselves in direct conflict with America’s police forces due to alcohol and testosterone fueled incidents of physical violence, often involving their wives or girlfriends. However, the more important consideration is that BLM’s campaign against cops is not one that finds wide favor among the citizenry at large, the folks who support the NFL with their fandom.

    And that, folks, is the issue here. The owners and the NFL commissioner chose to permit these demonstrations against America’s police forces to continue in spite of the fact that it was further alienating a large segment of a fan base already disaffected by the injection of leftist political views into media coverage of their game broadcasts. If you think I’m exaggerating on alienation, just Google up some images of the recent SF 49R’s-LA Ram’s game and look at all those empty seats. This may be the worst case of no-shows to date, but it’s a growing occurrence at other stadiums and television viewership is down as well. The American people are speaking, telling those defiant football players that America supports law enforcement, not black criminality, and to its ultimate peril, the NFL owners and management are ignoring them, even upping the ante after the president’s words. Readers need to keep this truth in mind as the liberal media, and that includes sports media, do their best to convince you this is some high-minded civil rights protest.

    Somehow, I thought folks like Jerry Jones, Robert Craft and Tom Benson understood their fans better than this. By the way Jerry, I was conflicted about going to Ol Heidelburg for dinner tonight when we stop in Huntsville, Alabama, rather than eating in the room and watching your Cowboys. I do believe a Jaeger Schnitzel and some cold Bitburger Pilsners will probably win this contest and, who knows, maybe even start a trend.

  • Young Poe’s rejection by the Detroit Lions

    Last night watching the Lions play the Giants I remembered an episode from my youth, a minor brush (literally) with fame, involving some of the Lion’s players of the time. It was balmy late summer 1958 in Norman, Oklahoma, and 17 year old Poe was heading into his senior year in a few weeks. I was working late shift on a Friday at the now long defunct M&W ThriftyWise on west Main Street. My supervisor, the store’s assistant manager, was a young man from New Jersey named Bob, who was a living contradiction, a tiny little fellow who possessed the physical strength of a man three times his 130 pound, 5’2” stature. He was truly like a circus freak in the feats of strength he could perform with those scrawny little arms. He could easily beat any of us brawny young high-schoolers working there in arm and leg wrestling and I once saw him pick up a 100 pound sack of potatoes between his teeth and spin it like a dervish. He was a little wavy-haired blonde, and personable, a guy I might have truly befriended had he not been cursed by being a damned Yankee.

    So an hour or so before closing time, Bob asked me if I wanted to go have a couple of beers after work and being between girlfriends I jumped on the opportunity to go drinking with an adult. In those days, teens had no problems drinking in Oklahoma; I had my first beer sitting on a bar stool in a dive outside of Chickasha shortly after turning thirteen. However, the nicer places, the night clubs, were more meticulous in checking ID’s, unless you were accompanied by an adult, and Bob’s favorite hangout was a big nice club on the south side of town I’d longed to see.

    A half hour after we closed and locked the front doors and cruised by the bank in Bob’s Ford Fairlane, two-door hardtop, to drop off the day’s receipts, Bob and I were comfortably ensconced in a luckily obtained large vinyl booth, sucking on a couple of icy longnecks surveying the numerous OU coeds popping in and out of the many other booths and gyrating on the dance floor. The joint was jumping when suddenly there was a ruckus at the front door and abruptly a half dozen of the biggest men I had ever seen in my life literally pushed their way into the room, forcing all the smaller folks to the side and out of the way. I looked at Bob with raised eyebrows and he said softly, “Lions.” I shook my head and he explained, “Detroit Lions, in town for an exhibition game Sunday.” Then it clicked; I’d heard at the pool hall that the Lions were going to play the Baltimore Colts in the OU stadium on Sunday.

    All I knew was that those were some of the biggest humans I’d ever seen and as they stood at the edge of the dance floor surveying the encircling crowded booths, their gazes inevitably fell upon the two of us and our big, damned near empty booth. They elbowed each other and nodded our way causing me to shrink back and mutter, “Uh oh,” to which Bob grinned and replied, “Relax, we’re good.” I was having a hard time accepting that confident assessment as those Lions loomed larger until finally they were grouped in front of our booth literally cutting off light and sound from the rest of the room. One of them gave us a big friendly smile and said, “Hey guys we need your booth,” to which little Bob said with a smile, “Sorry, dude, we’re not done with it.”

    The spokesman, who I later learned was Gil Main, a starting defensive end and tackle for Detroit as well as a professional wrestler, smiled around at his guys, admiring the audacity and said, “Yeah you are and we’ll catch your tab, OK?” Bob took a slow pull from his longneck and said in his prissy Yankee fashion, “Tell you what big fellow, I’ll wrestle you for the booth,” which brought hoots of laughter and playful jabs from the other behemoths. Main, with disbelief in his voice said, “Are you kiddin’ me, Buddy?” which brought a determined shake of Bob’s wavy blonde hair and a clear, confident, “Nope!”

    And that is how Young Poe came to watch his diminutive boss dump an almost 300 pound Detroit Lion flat on his ass, twice, right there on the dance floor with music stopped and all those coeds watching breathlessly. He did it quite convincingly in an Indian arm wrestling contest that is all about speed and leverage, which Bob had in spades, and has nothing to do with size. Mains mistakenly disbelieved what had just happened to him and thought he’d been tricked, so he said, “There’s no way you can do that again cause I’m ready for you this time, Punk!” Well he wasn’t; Bob again moved faster and took Main’s hand back and down before the big man could react. When he hit the floor the second time he came up snarling and none of Bob’s speed and strength made any difference as the big guy grabbed the back of Bob’s collar and lifted him from the floor. I immediately found myself elevated in a similar manner and carried to the front door just in time to see Bob, held by his collar and belt, launched off the steps and out into the gravel drive. There was no time to admire the grace with which he landed because I was suddenly flying towards him with no grace whatsoever.
    When we finally got ourselves up and brushed off, Bob was grinning from ear to ear, while I picked gravel from my face, and he said, “Well that was a kick in the ass wasn’t it? Wanna go back in?”

    I never went drinking with Bob again.

  • Is Google attempting to cover up an inconvenient hurricane truth?

    Is Google attempting to cover up an inconvenient hurricane truth?

    Since nobody else seems to want to stick their neck out, this old fool might as well do it and point out the obvious: those who have shouldered the heavy lifting in the disaster and rescue work in South Texas and South Florida during our hurricane events have been – with plenty of exceptions, of course – those hated white males the left loves to disparage. Yep, those despicable conquerors of Caucasian extraction, who are responsible for all the ills of the world, were repeatedly caught on camera in countless settings and poses doing the unthinkable: helping people of color in dire straits reach safety, shelter, and succor.

    If you care to take the time to review the endless stream of videos out there from these disasters, particularly of the widespread flooding from Harvey, one truth quickly jumps out at you: the Americans driving those boats and operating other rescue vehicles are far and away mostly white males, and a disproportionate number of those being rescued are people of color. Yes, there are numerous Hispanics and some blacks among the rescuers, but the undeniable reality is that the bulk of that huge rescue team was lily-white – and, even worse for liberals, Southerners, which represents a truly inconvenient truth for all those rabid progressives who would have the world believe that Southern White Males are all vicious racists, most of whom have freshly laundered white-sheet KKK attire hanging in their closets.

    It’s almost as if all those wicked, Southern, white men didn’t understand the role the media and the liberals had typecast for them and just went out there for some unfathomable reason.

    This brings to mind the Cajun Navy, a bunch that might be described someday as a hate group by the SPLC. It’s a loose amalgam of mostly white Louisiana fisherman and hunters who streamed into the stricken area by the hundreds, if not thousands, hauling their bass boats and air boats to into rescue missions of thousands of people, regardless of ethnicity or color. Yes, there were some black and Hispanic men out there driving boats and picking up the helpless, but in the videos being shown by the media at the time of the operation, the vast majority of independent boat rescuers were those hated white males.

    There’s a problem, though: just a few weeks later, visual evidence of what I’ve described is disappearing. If you Google images of the “Houston rescue efforts,” you’ll find mostly white people being assisted, with only some people of color. On a recent check, pic after pic was of white victims, not blacks or Hispanics. Here are the first two images that come up.

    Is Google, a propaganda apparat of the Democratic Party, not about to buck the party commandment that white males are evil personified? Perhaps they simply can’t allow that to happen, so once again, the truth and reality of America and its good people smack Democrats square in the face, and it looks like they’re doing their best to exercise their control over the media to suppress it.

    However much the Dems try to cover it up, one wonders how hurricane refugees who were rescued by white males are going to react the next time they hear some black social justice warrior or some dimwit pol like Sheila Jackson Lee telling them that their greatest societal enemy is that cold, uncaring white male who lives only to keep them oppressed. You suppose that it just might create some doubt in their acceptance of party dogma? I’m thinking those black and brown folks rescued may have a bit of a different view.

    Crossposted at American Thinker

  • Photo evidence the media is hyping hurricane damage to the Keys

    Having lived right off the water in Pensacola for thirteen years and lived through several hurricanes, my wife and I have learned to be very wary of the media when it comes to these storms. First they always exaggerate the deadly potential of approaching storms which some might consider a good thing as it motivates citizens to prepare their property and possessions and to evacuate from particularly vulnerable areas. However, there’s the risk that such overselling a storm’s threat creates a future risk that the citizenry will ignore warnings of a true killer storm.

    What I find unforgivable though, is the way the mainstream media, and that includes FOX News nowadays, exaggerate the damage and destruction in a storm’s aftermath, creating huge anxieties in those displaced citizens unable to return to their homes until authorities give them permission. I well recall how fearful and anxious we were as evacuees up in Alabama, hearing the media use terms like total devastation to describe hurricane damage to the Pensacola area, and how worried we were as we drove back, expecting to find little remaining of our waterfront suburb, only to find minor wind damage, trees and fences blown down, shingles blown off, etc.

    What the media does is to find one area that has been heavily damaged, perhaps from a tornado embedded in the hurricane, and then repeatedly show differing views of the same area from multiple angles to give an impression of much more widespread destruction. That is apparently the case now with the effects of Hurricane Irma on the Florida Keys. Yes, there was some heavy damage to a few mobile home parks with total destruction of some homes there. But most site-built homes, which far outnumber the mobile homes, weathered the storm well, with the usual roof damage and siding blown away.

    The way I know this is that NOAA has posted high-resolution satellite photography on the Web which allows Key’s homeowners to check out their property. Using this tool, I have been up and down the Keys, an area I know fairly well, having worked there for years, and the damage I have found is far from the total devastation being described by the media. There is plenty of marine damage as is to be expected from any hurricane, but the home damage is very limited. And if you go down to Key West, the population center of the Keys, you will see even less destruction. Doubt me? See for yourself:

    NOAA High Resolution Aerial View of Florida Keys

    Use the plus and minus and your mouse or arrow keys to navigate the map. One caveat: this satellite view does not include Cudjoe Key which is reportedly heavily damaged, but I still remain skeptical. From what we can see there are lots of boats blown about, carried ashore by wind and storm surge but that’s expected from even small hurricanes. There is indeed total destruction of some mobile homes, but even there, more mobile homes in the same parks are still intact and standing. Look at site-built homes and you will find only roof damage although I’m sure there are missing shutters, fences and decks washed away. The point is, there is absolutely nothing in those Keys which constitutes the total devastation the media is hawking.

    A lesson learned decades ago: Never ever trust the mainstream media on politics or hurricanes.

    Crossposted at American Thinker

  • What about these Buffalo Soldiers’ statues?

    What about these Buffalo Soldiers’ statues?

    My buddy, Boomer, who lives with a Nork bullseye on him since he’s a retired Air Force master sergeant on Guam, eases his constant worries by sending out daily cartoons, one of which really got me pondering. It’s an image of a mounted U.S. cavalryman, on proud display at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, one of many you can find around the western parts of this country, so really not unusual. What is different about this bronze tribute, however, is that this statue honors those black cavalrymen who served out west in the four black regiments known as the Buffalo Soldiers. Moreover, it is one of many such shrines to these brave black soldiers who played an integral part in reducing the hostile Indian threat so that settlers could move west and tame the wild frontier. The erection of so many of such tributary statues was all part of the drive in recent years to recognize Black contributions to the creation of this nation.

    Above is another equestrian tribute, this one at Fort Bliss in El Paso, to those brave soldiers whose role in militarily dominating Brown Native Americans until those hostiles could be rounded up and herded onto reservations was pivotal. Can you see where I’m going here? Black Americans slaughtered thousands and helped starve even thousands more Brown Native Americans until those Brown Native Americans lost the will to fight and agreed to be subjugated by the White Americans in Washington D.C.

    The question begging to be asked then is, “When is an Antifa unit with its swarming mob of culturally hypersensitive camp-followers going to attempt to topple one of these monuments, erected by White Americans to honor better-armed and equipped Black Americans on superior mounts, for running roughshod over a minority of Brown Americans?” Talk about racism and cultural oppression: Of the thousands of Native Americans killed in the Southwest and on the Great Plains when the Buffalo Soldiers were deployed there, how many were killed by the black units? Don’t you just imagine those Black American soldiers killed thousands more Brown Native Americans than the KKK ever killed blacks?

    So…where’s the outrage?

    Crossposted at American Thinker

  • Nagasaki nuked by Annie’s advantage?

    Nagasaki nuked by Annie’s advantage?

    Many of us have been following the usually comedic efforts of North Korea to successfully test a ballistic missile that their apparently deranged leader can get down range far enough to make good on his threats to nuke America or her allies. Most of their test missiles keep destructing on the launch pad or shortly after launch which leads many of us to suspect sabotage in the manner of how Israel and America cyber sabotaged Iran’s nuclear centrifuges. Whether by incompetence or insidiousness, the constant failures have many around the world laughing at the No-Go Norks although they did just have a semi-success in lofting a missile over Japan only to have it fall apart over the Pacific. At this moment, Japan is not laughing at their Keystone Kops neighbor.

    However, it may not be the misfiring missiles that Japan should be watching. The Daily Mail is reporting that some Nork watchers fear that Kim Jong Un, despairing of missile delivery of nuclear warheads could turn to an almost ancient aviation technology for his delivery vehicles, his fleet of Antonov AN-2, bi-wing, transport aircraft of which he reportedly has several hundred. The Annie as this aircraft is known by the thousands who have flown it and continue to do so all around the world, looks like something from WW1, having been designed by the Soviets and first flown in the late 1940’s.

    Annie is a true work horse and the go-to aircraft in many remote areas of the world because of its ability to carry heavy payloads in and out of primitive areas with minimal landing and take-off amenities. It has a limited range of about 500 miles but that is enough to reach much of Japan and all of South Korea. “How could some old airplane do that in the face of all our modern air defenses?” you ask. And therein reposes Annie’s advantage. She flies too low and slow to be detected by radar systems and with an earth/sky camouflage paint scheme, is almost impossible to be spotted from above by faster, higher flying aircraft.

    Annie can fly low and slow, so much so that our modern air defense systems are actually programmed to ignore such radar returns to sift out civilian distractions. And when I say slow, I mean an aircraft that could possibly fly forty miles an hour at treetop level without stalling all the way from Wonsan to Nagasaki and Hiroshima carrying a two-ton nuclear bomb. How ironic would it be for the only two cities in world history that have suffered nuclear devastation might do so again to satisfy the mad political strategizing of a fat little man, full of himself and his total power over small nation, yet completely ignorant of the world he shuns. BUT, he does indeed possess a weapon that just might be capable of delivering that destruction upon those two cities and others, an aircraft that was ironically being designed and first built when Allied forces delivered the first nuclear destruction upon them in 1945.

    Another version of this is posted at American Thinker

  • Old Glory vs. Hurricane Harvey: Down but still waving

    Old Glory vs. Hurricane Harvey: Down but still waving

    Having lived almost half my life in hurricane country, both in South Texas and the Florida Gulf Coast, and experienced firsthand the devastation and loss caused by these great storms, I have been following Hurricane Harvey with keen interest. One of the first large batches of professional images just released contained this photo, which made me pause and just stare at it for a while:

    Like photos that have come out of wars to become the iconic images of that event, I thought this photo could well become such an iconic image for this great unfolding disaster that is Hurricane Harvey, symbolizing perhaps that while the citizens of South Texas may have been knocked to their knees by Mother Nature, they are a long way from being down, what with the rest of a great nation standing by to help them back to their feet.

    Crossposted at American Thinker