This ain't Hell, but you can see it from here

Author: TSO

  • Stunningly attractive man aware of our demon summoning assassination ploys

    Yes.  It’s this fahkin guy again…

    Let me just start with his video in which he explains how Jonn died during a ritual summoning of the Angel of Death.

    If you want to go through this guy’s horseshit, here you go…..

    He’s a phony Desert Storm Marine who skyrocketed all the way to E3 during his almost 3 months before washing out of boot camp.

    And he’s a huge fan of a certain pilot who set the altitude record for a private plane at -6 meters, and he lies about his dad’s military record.

    And he looks like the alien dude Mathazar from Galaxy quest.

    He believes all manner of wacky, crazy-ass shit involving cover-ups of Pearl Harbor, aliens, “the reality behind vampires, zombies, Soviet psychic warfare, and other occult phenomena.”

    According to his bio on YouTube:

    Douglas Dietrich is a former employee of the Department of Defense at the now-closed Presidio Military Base. Douglas is also known as the Renegade military historian and also the kind of public informant who outwits all of his gangstalkers and predatory online trolls-etc. on wit and common sense alone…  For years, there have been ‘dark forces’ working hard at keeping the public ignorant of the existence and validity of the information that has been disclosed and shared by Douglas Dietrich who was a research librarian at the Presidio military base in San Francisco, California USA until it it finally shut down after a not-so-righteous ring of child-trafficking and molestation was leaked and exposed that involved dark occult, Satanic ritual activity. . Douglas was also in charge of documents destruction.

    Now, just because he’s apparently completely insane and his picture looks like something from the Smoking Gun about a person copulating with roadkill does not mean we should discount his story completely.  You know, except for the fact that I’ve been through all of Jonn’s emails for the past 9 years and there’s nothing in there about the occult, summoning demons or anything about children.  Also, one has to wonder how he was conjuring this demon, and had the wherewithal to destroy all the evidence while the ambulance was on the way.

    But other than that, this guy has done some seriously solid research.

    Be sure to tune into all his shit, I’m sure he’ll have more to say in the near future, and frankly, I look forward to it.  I literally hadn’t laughed so hard since my buddy died (while not summoning the Angel of Death.)

    Jonn’s been living in so many minds for so many years I’m having a hard time figuring out if he owed rent to any of them.

     

     

     

  • A quick note about the future of TAH

    Putting up that post about Jonn was the worst thing I’ve ever had to do.  I really did spend the entire night sobbing.  But you know how in the military things get stupid shitty and you have no option but to soldier on to the next task?  Well, I had to do that, to the best of my ability.

    I’ve blogged here, or represented the blog in one capacity of another for 10 years.  Slightly over that.  We get so many lawsuits it would make your head spin.  Some you know about, some you don’t.  Because of one I had to take a hiatus from blogging.  Not because I wanted to, but because my employer was getting brought into it, and they justifiably wanted me to limit their liability while that was going on.  Some of you have seen the final judgement, and you know what my lawyers fees alone were.  I could have bought Peyton Manning’s house for about the same.  (And what I’ve received so far couldn’t buy a stamp.)

    I kept my law license despite not really working as a lawyer because I wanted to be able to help Jonn and the blog as much as I could.  When I had twins this year, it was getting too much.  But I still helped Jonn and the blog as much as I could behind the scenes.

    But I want to make one thing clear, in the roughly 7 years of representing him and 10 years of blogging, I’ve never received a nickel.  And I told Jonn if he sent me any money I’d kick him in the balls.  He graciously offered to pay my law license, and I declined that as well.  He did get me a wedding gift, and he bought me a kindle for my birthday one year.  No one else here gets paid either.  So let me put that out of your heads, we got nothing, and were happy with that.  In the future, we will get nothing, and we are happy with that.   When we did fundraisers, all of us would contribute our own money as well.

    I had kind of hoped when I put up the post people would want to mothball the blog.  That decidedly was not your opinions as I read them, you want this blog….well, this COMMUNITY to continue.  So, for now at least we will make it work however we do it.

    Yes, we took down the PayPal that went to Jonn.  But not for the reasons that seems to be popping up.  We’re trying to get Jonn’s name off all this stuff for legal reasons.  I spent part of the week with Jonn’s family, digging in his drawers, going through his files, talking to the funeral director, trying to arrange the wake and 15 million other things.  I took leave from work, drove 10 hours each way and did what I could to help his wife and kids.  And I will continue to do that.  Taking off his PayPal wasn’t an effort to get me off food stamps.  You can’t have lawsuits that go after his estate, wife and kids.  So I have to get that stuff fixed.  But I gave every penny to the family.  I’m helping them with innumerable things, that one is pretty minor to be frank.

    Alas, on the list of shit I have to accomplish, figuring out the blog is SUPER low priority.  The family is my priority.   Jonn is my priority.  For instance, I know Jonn wanted his wake open casket and in his uniform.  Well, his uniform doesn’t fit, and is from 1993.  Thing looked rough.  Jonn wasn’t just a platoon sergeant, he was ALL OF OUR platoon sergeant.  So, my best friend and a commenter here went to Fort Useless (SP?) and got Jonn a new set of blues.  All new ribbons, new blue cord, new Combat Infantry Badge.  Because I’ll be damned if he’s going to his eternal reward in a shitty uniform.

    I’m also planning the wake party.  The family is afraid that some turds would show up.  Probably a valid fear, since we have comments in the spam filter right now that would drive you right through the roof.  We delete them.  But if you live in the DC metro area, and you think you want to go, email me.  My email is on the contact us page somewhere.  We worked out a deal that it’s basically a flat fee, Guinness and other beers, and food included.

    You guys have sent donations to the new donation thing.  I’m going to probably put that money towards the uniform (those things are expensive) and paying for the wake party.  Which is why you should come.  It’s for the community.  Now, it won’t cover it all, but we’ll figure it out.  And yes, we will take donations there for Jonn’s family as well, the lump sum thing is so the poor bartender we get doesn’t have to do 50 checks.

    I take the blame for not being clearer about this from jump street.  And my only defense is I am jumping out of my ass trying to do a bunch of other things.  Like go thru Jonn’s emails.  Do you know that he has saved every email since 2008?  Well, he has.  And as I go thru them looking for things that need to be addressed I see a guy who loved all of you, and you guys clearly loved him.  It’s 11:30 as I wrote this, and my no shit bedtime is usually 7:30.  And I’ve been doing this every day since I lost my friend.  But I should have made time to explain to you guys what is going on too.

    Short story, we’re hoping to keep TAH up and running, fresh content etc.  We’re not asking for your money, because near as I can tell everything is paid for now.  Again, no one is getting a dime of it, unless you count the beers you can drink at his send-off.  But please understand that not being forthcoming on everything is a two fold logic: 1) I’ve got Jonn’s family to worry about, and 2) Idiots out there will take advantage of the knowledge.  Also, frankly, I have no idea how to do this, I’m not in this position very often.

    But if you have questions, concerns, or thoughts, by all means share them with me.  But my response may be terse.  Not because I don’t care, it’s just that my list of shit to do in the next 2 weeks is longer than a giraffes neck.

    But we’ll get through this.  Together.  I know I don’t post much here lately (again, lawyers told me not to, wasn’t my choice) so you might not know me.  But Jonn trusted me enough to tell me he wanted me to keep the blog going.  And while I don’t really *want* to, I would do anything for Jonn.  So, just have a little faith in him and his judgement, even if you don’t know me enough to trust me.  I wouldn’t do anything to hurt Jonn’s rep or his family.  And I won’t do anything to take away your TAH family either.

     

     

  • RIP, SFC Jonn Lilyea (Pinned as first post)

    RIP, SFC Jonn Lilyea (Pinned as first post)

    Well, we all end the Land Nav course of life someday, and for Jonn, that day was yesterday. He had a heart attack and passed away at the hospital. All men die, not all men truly live. Jonn did though, Lord knows Jonn did.

    Wish I knew something to say to help with the pain, but after a sleepless night and some decidedly non-manly sobbing, I just don’t even know what to say. He was a friend, he was a mentor, and I’ll miss him. From meeting my wife to getting my job to the son I named after Jonn, I pretty much owe him in some part for everything I have, and it’s not a debt I take lightly. (Somewhat humorously, my last actual conversation with Jonn was about how his namesake, Ransom Jonn Seavey is a fat happy kid who just plays….until Moana comes on and then dude sits there all starry eyed. I postulated that giving him the name must have made him love what Jonn always called lovingly the “Little Brown Women.”)

    As twisted as it is, I’ll never forget the exact moment that Jonn and I bonded. I was blogging at The Sniper, and he had this enterprise going, but the old schoolers will remember that if we got 10 comments back then than the post was on fire. But “Army Sergeant” invited the two of us to Winter Soldier, and although I *internet knew* Jonn, I didn’t *really* know him. We got to the hearings and the IVAW people segregated us from everyone else and gave us full time minders that literally read our posts as they went up. We were both almost at the bailing point when one guy got up and told some asinine story about how they blew up an old lady with a Mk 19, even though she was bringing them groceries. The story was so preposterous on the face of it that Jonn and I started guffawing. Here we were in a room full of dirty old 60’s hippies who were crying and Jonn and I were laughing so hard we started crying too.

    I’m not going to go through his whole bio, you guys know it probably as well or better than I do. He was a hero in every sense of the word, but the most amazing thing was that dude was harder than iron, but he had a soft spot, which was forgiving but just as no-nonsense. He didn’t care what anyone did in the military but was grateful for that service, and never valued his own service higher than anyone else’s. The way he became the IVAW whisperer and helped some of those guys out was the epitome of what the brotherhood of veterans was all about. Sure, he’d give them no end of shit, but if they needed help Jonn would drop whatever he was doing and see that they got that help.

    Nothing has been locked down as far as a service. We know he wanted to be buried in his uniform in Arlington, a place I’ve been to many times with him. As things become clearer I’ll let you guys know what’s up. Ditto the blog, we’ll talk about that after we’re done grieving.

    If you are a person of faith, I’d ask you to pray for Jonn’s family during this time of profound mourning. If you are a warrior, drink to our friend as he makes his way to Valhalla. They’ll probably make him the sergeant at arms there so he can toss out the phonies that show up uninvited with ludicrous stories of Top Secret derring-do.

    As I sat there last night remembering all the times I’d spent with Jonn I thought of Invictus, which fits Jonn to a T.

    Out of the night that covers me,
    Black as the pit from pole to pole,
    I thank whatever gods may be
    For my unconquerable soul.

    In the fell clutch of circumstance
    I have not winced nor cried aloud.
    Under the bludgeonings of chance
    My head is bloody, but unbowed.

    Beyond this place of wrath and tears
    Looms but the Horror of the shade,
    And yet the menace of the years
    Finds and shall find me unafraid.

    It matters not how strait the gate,
    How charged with punishments the scroll,
    I am the master of my fate,
    I am the captain of my soul.

    RIP buddy. We love you.

  • USA! USA! USA!

    I’m putting this in my top 5 sport memories.  Yeah, I cried a little, ain’t gonna lie.  And then I drank a bottle of Baileys.  And if I can find the front door I am streaking around my neighborhood with the stars and stripes chanting USA USA USA until I am on Live PD or the little bit of Irish in me starts getting frostbit.

    What a beautiful win.  A liquor store manager, an environmental consultant, an R&D specialist, and a Dick’s Sporting Goods store associate made me proud of my country when I was sober at 2:30 am and chewing my fingernails off.  Good on ye boys!  Love you bunch of rejects almost as much as the 2004 Red Sox.

    Live look in on John Shuster and the team:

    If Tom Brady was on the team though Sweden would have conceded in the second and I would have gotten some sleep.

    Screw the WWE, this is what Gronk needs to go into.

  • A quick note of thanks


    There will be a longer one, but wanted to toss something up today.

    For those that are Facebook friends with me (and you all should be) you know the past few weeks/months have been rough. I hurt my back bad back in December, and I was barely able to move, much less bend over. Wife is growing two kids, so she clearly can’t do anything.  Our house was in a state of disaster because we couldn’t pick anything up.  On top of that, my best 4 legged friend, Mosby… about a month ago we thought Violet poked him in the eye, because he started running into things. Meanwhile, the legal saga is literally unbelievable. Beyond what most of you even know, we’re talking things that no lawyer I’ve talked to has ever seen. Total bizarroworld.

    Against that backdrop, I had an epidural (actually a bit more than that, but basically an epidural) which I had no faith would work. Turns out, worked like a champ. VA told me to behave myself, so I’m laying in bed watching the full LOTR for the 7th time in a week as I play computer. I took my dog in yesterday to the vet, fearing that he had a brain tumor and I would lose my anchor, the little guy I turn to to just hold when things are dark. In fact, I threw up repeatedly because I was so worried he was dying. And the last thing I need is to lose my best friend, and have my 18 month old find him. Well, bad news is he’s blind. Like, totally. Good news, it doesn’t seem like dogs need sight much. As long as we don’t move anything, dude moves just fine. He wags, eats, comes to bed, everything he’s always done.  And has no lasting health issues, other than not being able to see anything.

    He did have some problems today, but that was because TAH, and especially Jonn and Parachute Cutie are the finest people to ever walk the planet, and the readers (dare I saw community) of you guys are just amazing. I came home from work and it looked like we were moving and no one told me. There were boxes EVERYWHERE. The baby shower thing you guys did was awesome and I sincerely love you all for it. I’m not kidding, the entire walkway in front of our front door was packed with stuff. Toys, dolls, diapers, everything.

    I’m grateful. I can’t say anything more than that, just eternally grateful for all of you. I’m excited to expand our family, and give Violet two brothers she can boss around.

  • Kenneth Varnes and doing the right thing

    Cross posted from The American Legion.

    The world generally breaks down into two types of people to me, those who do the right thing without expecting anything from it, and those who don’t.  Meet Kenneth Varnes, one of the first group:

    Kenneth Varnes was driving along a road in Killeen, Texas, on Friday when he noticed a funeral procession on the other side of the road passing by.

    With a long line of patrol cars and vehicles with American flags hanging from their side windows, Varnes, a Fort Hood soldier, knew it must be for a fallen veteran. It was pouring rain and the sky roared with thunder, but Varnes felt compelled to do something.

    So he pulled over, got out of his truck and saluted the veteran — until the very last patrol car passed.

    Local resident Zachary Rummings happened to spot Varnes, standing at attention in the rain, from across the street. He shared a picture of the moment with a local Facebook group, asking members of the community if they recognized him.

    They did, and he seemed bemused that anyone even bothered to think that he would act differently.

    “This is probably going to make someone’s day, seeing me stand here, and I know how it is to go through a tough time like that, and I really just did it just to make someone’s day, that was it,” Varnes told CBS Waco affiliate KWTX.

    The rain was pouring when Varnes first stepped out of his pickup, but as the cars passed it reduced to a light drizzle.

    “As soon as I got back in the truck, it poured again, which was really cool,” he said.

    While many praised the man for his inspiring and patriotic act, Varnes said it was just his natural response. He still doesn’t know who the veteran was, nor does he know his story, but that doesn’t matter.

    “I don’t care if they were 80 years old, they were in World War II, they were in Vietnam, they were in Iraq, I don’t care if they were 20,” Varnes told KWTX.

    Here’s the video a local station did:

  • Medal of Honor Recipient Sergeant Gary B. Beikirch and the best speech I ever heard

    Cross Posted from The American Legion in hopes that others can hear the words of Sgt Beikirch.

    Man that is in honour, and understandeth not, is like the beasts that perish. Psalm 49:20 KCJ

    The other day was Medal of Honor day, and unfortunately, I was out with some back injuries that have been bothering me really bad.  If you’ve noticed I’ve missed a lot of postings lately, it’s because I can only sit upright for about 4 hours a day, and then have to get into bed.  Even then I am in excurciating pain.  Hopefully that won’t last too long.  But I wanted to make up for it by doing something on the Medal and those who wear it today.

    I’ve always said the best speech I ever heard was Sal Giunta (a man I am proud to call a friend), which was largely because I’d been with him for a few hours before the speech, and as he was going up he asked how long to talk for.  Ut oh I thought, this won’t be good, he has nothing prepared.  He didn’t need anything, it was the most amazing thing, he had them eating out of the palm of his hand.

    But as for speeches that really touched me deeply, none has ever come close to this speech by Gary Beikirch at the Medal of Honor Days down in Gainesville, Texas.  I’m going to do this is reverse order, because his citation (as amazing as it is) really isn’t the story:

    For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty. Sgt. Beikirch, medical aidman, Detachment B-24, Company B, distinguished himself during the defense of Camp Dak Seang. The allied defenders suffered a number of casualties as a result of an intense, devastating attack launched by the enemy from well-concealed positions surrounding the camp. Sgt. Beikirch, with complete disregard for his personal safety, moved unhesitatingly through the withering enemy fire to his fallen comrades, applied first aid to their wounds and assisted them to the medical aid station. When informed that a seriously injured American officer was lying in an exposed position, Sgt. Beikirch ran immediately through the hail of fire. Although he was wounded seriously by fragments from an exploding enemy mortar shell, Sgt. Beikirch carried the officer to a medical aid station. Ignoring his own serious injuries, Sgt. Beikirch left the relative safety of the medical bunker to search for and evacuate other men who had been injured. He was again wounded as he dragged a critically injured Vietnamese soldier to the medical bunker while simultaneously applying mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to sustain his life. Sgt. Beikirch again refused treatment and continued his search for other casualties until he collapsed. Only then did he permit himself to be treated. Sgt. Beikirch’s complete devotion to the welfare of his comrades, at the risk of his life are in keeping with the highest traditions of the military service and reflect great credit on him, his unit, and the U.S. Army.

    Now, PLEASE, I am begging you, set aside some time and watch his speech.

    When I heard the speech I feel overwhelming guilt, and did everything I could do to fight back tears.  I immediately called my wife and told her what he’d said, and the first thing she said was “I hope you didn’t ask him where the cave is.”  My wife gets me.  I’ve wanted to live in that cave without even knowing it since I got home, and I didn’t see ANYTHING like what Mr. Beikich saw.

    I hope everyone gets a chance to watch, and think about what their cave is.  I never fell prey to drinking or truly dangerous behavior, mostly probably because I got out of the Army on a Friday and started Law School the next day.

    But every day I can hear that cave calling.  It’s hard not to listen to it at times.  Who wouldn’t want to escape from everyday life and just live in peace that way?  For Mr. Beikirch, he came out of if because of his wife, the same reason I didn’t go into the cave, and for generations of men and women who he served as guidance counselor to at the High School, I thank God he did.

    For more on what happened the day he received his medal, and how it impacted his life, The Legion did another video with him:

  • Book Review: The Comfort Station

    Anyone who has young kids knows that your book reading goes to damn near nil.  But I’m making an exception and writing and posting this book review because Kelly Crigger is a long time friend of the blog, and it’s worth your time to read it.

    Once in a while a book comes along that’s educational and entertaining. Kelly Crigger’s The Comfort Station is that book. The culmination of twelve years of work, this is Crigger’s eighth book, but first foray into fiction and he wrote a winner. Crigger (a retired Lieutenant Colonel) first learned about the hot button issue of comfort women, who were abducted and forced into prostitution for the Japanese Army, while stationed in Korea in 2004 and decided to write about it.

    The Comfort Station starts out in 1942 during the Japanese occupation of Korea when tens of thousands of young women were mysteriously disappearing from the peninsula. Our heroine, a teenage farm girl named Ki-Hwa, ignores her parents and brothers pleas to stay in hiding and befriends a Japanese officer. Before she knows it, she’s forced into sexual slavery as a comfort woman for the Japanese Army and is shipped to the South Pacific island fortress of Rabaul to be the mistress of a legendary Cavalry Officer.

    “I wanted to shed light on the issue of comfort women,” Crigger says, “But there had to be a good fictional storyline too. So the main premise here is, what happens when you take the wrong girl? Up to 200,000 women were abducted from Korea. There had to be several with enough strength and defiance within them to fight back.”

    That singular storyline is compelling enough, but what Crigger does that makes this a great read is take real history and bend it just a little so it’s believable and captivating. Rabaul was a massive Japanese garrison that MacArthur simply bombed the everloving crap out of and then went around, cutting it off and letting it die from inside. Including the comfort stations.

    From the book’s summary: “Allied Forces pummel the island in preparation for an inevitable invasion. Paranoia grips the garrison when Admiral Yamamoto, the architect of Pearl Harbor, is killed in an Allied ambush shortly after leaving Rabaul and fingers are pointed in every direction. Within this chaos, life for Ki-Hwa and hundreds of others in the comfort stations is survival of the fittest. Once a farm girl afraid of her own shadow, Ki-Hwa discovers people are callous, sadistic, and deceitful and must find the strength to resist the mighty and unforgiving Empire along with her one true friend. But when an imposter threatens to unravel the group’s carefully laid plans she is forced to make an impossible choice between guaranteed security and a shaky promise of freedom.”

    Just like the main character who decides to fight back, Crigger also developed an intriguing Japanese Imperial Soldier who questions the authority of the Empire and decides to do something about it. “I can’t imagine everyone had blind devotion to the Emperor so I decided to ask the question ‘what happens when you defy him?’ So then I crossed the paths of these two rebels and this story fell out.”

    The Comfort Station is a great page turner with a few massive twists that leave you wanting more. The best books provide the reader with an escape from reality and The Comfort Station does just that.