Category: Geezer Alert!

  • Immigration Simplified

    A take on immigration from OWB. Cross posted from elsewhere.

    The current problem that we face is complicated. No doubt about that fact. Illegal entry into this country has been ignored, obfuscated, and purposefully been made into the situation we now see.

    There are two main issues which we can address immediately that will help us sort through the confusion and chaos. We can and must stop adding to the problem and concurrently remove the incentives which contribute to the problem.

    Just as we lock our household doors, not to keep out our friends, but to make access more difficult for whatever bad guy out there might or might not try to enter our home for unfriendly reasons, a sovereign nation has not only the right but the obligation to provide the same for the country. Our front doors are substantially made with heavy locks to control who gets into our homes. Why should our borders and other ports of entry be different from our homes?

    Lefties tend to repeat the mantra that our borders should be open. Perhaps in some ways that is true. But, they should only be as open as we are willing to maintain our homes. If I leave my front door open and people I don’t know take up residence in my living room am I really obligated to invite them to dinner? How many rooms should I add to my home to accommodate the strangers now living in my home? By securing the perimeter I can avoid having to deal with any of this.

    But what about those folks already living in my home? How do we get rid of them? One thing the lefties do get right is saying that deporting the multiple millions of illegal aliens would be expensive and nearly impossible to accomplish. Can we somehow get them to remove themselves?

    Eliminating the rewards that people receive when coming here illegally will cause some of them to self-deport. Perhaps many will do so. Maybe even most would. We do not know how many will leave on their own, but we know that at least some would prefer to be at home with their families than in a foreign country with no rewards for remaining. However many that is, it reduces the number of illegal aliens with which we must deal later. Every one that self-deports us saves us money immediately.

    None of us can say exactly what is needed much less how much it will cost to solve the illegal immigration problem. Anything we can do to make it a smaller problem should be a priority. But first we need to keep it from becoming worse. Better yet, reduce the scope of the problem as we are developing ways to get rid of it altogether. Too many people have been killed by illegal aliens. Too many illegal aliens are being paid with our tax dollars for things they have not earned. It is past time to lock down the revolving door.

    No, I don’t care who they are, where they came from, or with whom they associate. Until we control entry into this country we have no national security. Since that is one of the few legitimate functions of our national government, it would be nice if they did their job.

    The dirty secret in the middle of all this is the drug trade. It will never be seriously addressed until our national security is taken seriously. Drugs have weakened our ability to defend ourselves individually and collectively. They are perhaps nearly completely responsible for the lawlessness we see on streets and country roads across the country. It is a national disgrace, one which could be corrected if we had the will to do so. But it will never be fixed with porous borders and other ports of entry.

    The time for hand wringing is long past. Many around the nation have finally awakened to the reality of this and other problems too long ignored as is evidenced by the election of a political neophyte as our president. With the pace of his work this week toward fulfilling his campaign promises, it would appear that President Trump will come closer to solving this and other serious issues than has anyone of the political chattering class. We can only hope that he succeeds. With our help, he just might do it.

  • Our two cents..

    OWB posted this elsewhere and I opted to share it here:

    Against my better judgement, a few thoughts are proffered on whatever that display was yesterday in Washington, DC.

    What many are asking first is, “What was the point of the exercise?” I would be among those who question if there was any at all. The visuals are certainly obnoxious, so disgusting that we wonder if the only point to it all was to garner negative attention to something which no one has yet articulated. When left to ponder what message we were to get from it, with no sense of direction from the participants, we are given little choice but to make up something. We sane members of society try to make sense of things around us, but sometimes there is no sense to be made. This looks like one of those times.

    If the point was to show that women are as capable as men of using crude language, then they succeeded. Most of us already knew that. Name calling and use of dirty words can be heard in any school yard around the country.

    If the point was to show that somebody somewhere can design a silly hat and knit it up, again, they succeeded. And again, most of us already knew that, but had hitherto given no thought to it. Walk down any street during winter in any town or city in the country when the temperature drops below zero and you will see silly head coverings, many perhaps hand knitted by someone’s grandmother.

    Maybe the point was to show that girls look cute in pink? And what do you call that color which is darker than pink but not really quite red? Raspberry? Claret? Purplish, sorta bluish kinda pink? I dunno, and still don’t care.

    Seriously, about all I got out of all this is that there are a bunch of females in this country who could be manipulated into appearing in public in really stupid looking hats screaming obscenities. Only guessing, but were those same females required to learn to knit to attend this thing? Somebody had to make them. Maybe the males in attendance did the knitting.

    My usual default position is to find something positive or a lesson learned in every situation in life. Still working on how this foolishness contributes anything to our lives other than morbid entertainment.

    Only in America do we so proudly display our loons in public. Makes you wonder if perhaps someone should be criminally charged with abuse of the mentally ill. Putting so many of them in front of TV cameras just seems cruel.

  • If You’ve Jumped Out of Army Aircraft – With a Parachute!

    Preface: Some time ago I did a post here about my late father-in-law. In WWII he was one the first airborne soldiers that went to war. He participated in Operation Market Garden although in a glider. He told me a story or two that his family had never heard. Like being warned to pick up his feet before the glider landed, etc.

    Point of this post is that the family has decided to offer what we have to the museum at Fort Bragg. We are collecting pictures and documents, etc. What we do not YET have is a contact point willing to help us organize the material for presentation to the museum.

    We are just beginning this process and it occured to me that some here might be able to offer clues and insight to help the process along.

    Coupla pix: dan1a_1 dan1a_2

  • Memorial Day Melancholy – An Annual Re-post

    Two or three times a year some of us geezer types get a bit tangled up in old times. Late April and much of May include several dates that trigger memories here.

    Late April because my pop was declared KIA in Korea on April 25, 1951.

    Early May because years ago I was discharged on May 9, 1969 from the Navy after spending over a year around Vietnam.

    And then there is Memorial Day. The advertisements for sales and off topic events make the day difficult to avoid, even if I wanted to. So I repeat this post with minor updates.

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    Circa 1950 pix of me ‘n dad

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    I was an Army brat the first few years of my life. I have vague memories (or memories of memories?) of several Army posts; in Georgia, in Arizona, and another place or two. Then my dad was deployed to some place called Korea sometime in 1950.

    Three additional memories are a bit more vivid – the day we were notified he was Missing in Action and, sometime later, that his remains had been recovered, and finally, his funeral. I wasn’t allowed to go – I was deemed too young.

    But, I have a Purple Heart.

    He is buried in our home town, and there’s a small memorial in the city park there with his name inscribed. I visit both as often as I can. Even though I was only five or six at the time and will be 70 in about a month I still miss him. I have pictures and memories, and…

    I have a Purple Heart.

    For many others, like myself, Memorial Day has a face.

    We’re past the 50 year anniversary of Vietnam and there is a wall FULL of my brothers and sisters who earned a Purple Heart

    So please don’t wish me a happy Memorial Day because…

    I have HIS Purple Heart!

  • Well Said, But May Need Saying Again

    I honestly don’t recall where I found this. If it was here  – my apologies. It says things well that need saying and bear repeating.  It hammers the phonies, but also covers other things that many here will likely recognize.

    Watching this may rip open wounds most would rather forget… still

  • Ignorance Admitted – for a Saturday Silly

    Preface: What follows is in no way intended to sound racist or involve any of them other evil words that get the SJWs (Social Justice Warriors) all in a tizzy.  It merely highlights my personal ignorance.

    In many parts of the world there is a sport frequently called “football” played by locals that involves a round ball. In many countries the game has all of the external trappings we associate with “FOOTBALL”.  So I might be forgiven for mistaking a headline that mentions football for this other sport.

    However, today I found this during my daily’ news cruise’: Football IFL: Rebels Win Second?straight Israel Bowl Title 

    “The Judean Rebels completed a successful title defense on Thursday of last week, overcoming a slow start to defeat the Tel Aviv Pioneers 32-14 in front of almost 1,000 fans in Petah Tikva.”

    They ain’t playing Soccer folks.  You can click on the link and see a pix of folks in pads and helmets, but I gotta offer one more quote:

    “The Rebels ended up punting before the game ended, and three plays later the Judean celebrations began.”

    Who, among this erudite group, already knew that REAL football is a currently celebrated sport in Israel (other than Hondo(grin))?

     

     

     

  • Gotta Share This

    I see these stories and find myself outraged, but with a tear as well. There are other sources that verify this story. Dunno anything about this particular site so caveat emptor.

    ETA: At least one source says this is OLD news. Sorry Jonn.

    http://www.worldpoliticus.com/thugs-try-to-stop-a-marines-funeral-then-bikers-show-up-watch/#sthash.T13S3Kws.dpbs

     

  • A Day Late: 9 Years Ago – A Repost

    A thing happened on this day 9 years ago. Any number of reference sources are available on-line if yer Google-Fu is good.

    Some ‘Nam vets, and others,  decided to stand up and be counted. ANSWER was gonna do some protesting at The Wall in DC. A coupla geezers decided to organize a counter effort. Captain Bailey and Colonel Riley managed to get the word out and The Gathering of Eagles was born.

    I hope I can be forgiven for personalizing this post rather than dealing with the event in more generic terms. The latter has been done by many, and arguably better than I might offer.

    The event marked my first trip to The Wall and my second trip to DC.

    I, somehow, wound up being in charge of on-site communications. There were folks doing “security” that needed to be able to talk to each other and Captain Bailey made me his commo Petty Officer so I bought encrypted walkies-talkies and some (then) cheap cell phones as back-up. The day before the event we scouted the site and I picked the highest point for my headquarters. While technically the right thing to do, it had one significant downside. It snowed and the temps dropped. We were ready technically, but not so ready for the weather. We were “under’ a canopy on poles that both threatened to blow away AND periodically dumped snow on us.

    Still… it was the first time I’d felt proud to be a ‘Nam Vet. I could see The Wall from my spot, and the thousands who had joined us. Needless to say… ANSWER didn’t get close to The Wall.

     

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