My little friend Birdy came back to visit me the other day. You know, the one who tells me what’s going on in certain circles?
You wanna guess what little Birdy told me this time?
Yep, you guessed it. My feathered friend told me that an online persona reputedly associated with certain a group of Ditzy, Really Gonzo (or maybe that’s “Dorkish, Really Clueless”) fools claims they know who I am. I’ve been “identified”!
Again. (Yawn.)
Yeah, right. And the moon is made of green cheese, too.
But this time, they’ve actually kinda p!ssed me off.
Oh, not because they’re anywhere remotely close to being correct. They’re not.
But they had the gall to mis-identify me as a member of the freaking mainstream media (MSM). This time, they apparently think I’m a reporter for the Indianapolis Star. I’ll refrain from naming the guy; as far as I know, despite his profession he’s done nothing to deserve grief from these “fine fellows”.
Now that p!sses me off bigtime. I have standards!
I try to get things correct. I check facts. I don’t write crap that purports to be true and unbiased while instead actually producing half-baked, poorly-researched, and misleading propaganda masquerading as news. When I write something, I make it very clear when I’m stating an opinion and when I’m stating what I believe to be fact.
Once mainstream journalists did much the same. But today? Best I can tell, for most of the mainstream media today fact checking is optional and being unbiased gets little more than lip service. They unabashedly slant the news and shill for their political favorites in a way that would make Goebbels or the editors of Pravda during the Cold War proud. And to top things off, many of them today don’t even seem able to write at a junior high level.
You know, I believe I’d rather have a brother in prison plus a sister in a whorehouse than to debase myself publicly the way many MSM journalists seem to daily. (Although these days, I guess the sister could be the one in prison and the brother the one working in the whorehouse. Hey, whatever.) That’s almost as bad as being a libidiot who supports ObamaCare and the rest of the left’s current Communist Socialist “Progressive” political dogma.
Come to think of it, that last sentence probably describes 85% or more of today’s mainstream media. (Disclaimer: I have no idea if the guy misidentified as me is one of the few in the mainstream media today who has common sense or not. I have never met him and am completely unfamiliar with his work.) That’s likely at least part of the reason why I am not and almost certainly never will be a mainstream media journalist. Plus, I never did much like dealing with dissembling tools on a daily basis – particularly when many of them are apparently so dumb they don’t even realize what they’re doing.
OK, rant’s over; time to get back on track. Recap time.
This is apparently at least the 11th time the DRC claims they’ve “identified Hondo”. And they’re still batting “oh-fer” – e.g., they’ve been wrong every damn time.
Previously, these Dull and Remarkably Gluteal bozos have erroneously identified 5 different Navy vets as being me – including 4 ex-SEALs (first SCPO Don Shipley, then CAPT Larry Baily, then a guy I’m intentionally not naming, and lastly MCPO Hershel Davis). They’ve also wrongly claimed I was a a multi-star Army GO, a retired SF SGM, another longtime commenter here at TAH, a retired Navy diver (late 2015 – I was kinda busy at the time and didn’t write about that one), and a serving Army officer. Finally, last time they falsely identified an Army vet who served during the Eisenhower Administration (and who is also a former Brooklyn Law School Professor) as me.
And now, they seem to think I’m a freaking mainstream media journalist in Indiana. Geez.
Unless I’m miscounting, that totals at least 11 mistaken “identifications”. I’m guessing the actual total is even higher, because I’m reasonably sure I’ve missed one or two somewhere along the way.
And every last one of those “identifications” has been . . . wrong. Sadly, pathetically wrong.
(flip) (flip) (flip) (flip) Here’s a dollar in quarters, dipsticks. Go buy yourselves several clues. You ain’t even close this time. You never have been.
Or, better yet: just give it up. Quit wasting your time.
Sheesh. Talk about “stuck on stupid”.