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  • OK, Florida DRC Members: You Want to See Hondo? Here Ya Go. Directions.

    Well, it looks like our “Favorite Florida Friends” (or maybe that should be those “Florida Flying F**ksticks”) have kept running their yaps. So I thought I’d finally tell them where to go.  (smile)

    Once again, this group of Dufi Royally Clueless have accused someone else of being me.  And this time, I’m both honored – and a bit peeved.  Again.

    Now, I’m supposedly CAPT Larry Bailey, USN, Ret.  Yeah, THAT CAPT Larry Bailey.

    That would be an honor.  Except I’m (a) not a former SEAL, (b) was never in the Navy; (c) have never been to sea, (d) have never been on an active Navy ship (though I have been on more than one Naval base, and I did visit a USCG Museum ship), and (e) left the service almost to 20 years after CAPT Bailey did. So I guess I can’t be CAPT Bailey.

    Are you guys for real?  So far, this makes 2 former and well-known Navy SEALs, a former Army GO, a serving Army CPT (or maybe by now MAJ), and a retired Special Forces SGM of being me – along with probably some others I don’t remember or missed.  And you’ve been wrong every freaking time.

    But you know, I’ve about had it with this crap.  So here goes.

    Listen up, you bunch of dipstick imbeciles who don’t seem to have the common sense to urinate in the bathroom’s toilet instead of the waste basket.  You want to see Hondo?  Fine.  I’ll help you out.

    Put away your comic books, and put your crayons back in their box.  Close your mouths, and remember breathe thru your noses instead of your mouths for a while.  Wipe the drool off your chins.  Sit down, and shut yer yaps.

    Now, pay close attention.  Here are your directions.  Follow these without screwing up and they’ll take you right to Hondo.

    No, these are not the shortest routes you could take.  Instead, I tried to make these directions as simple as possible for each of you to follow.  Lord knows you both have enough problems with even relatively simple concepts and actions.

    I’ve also depended on each of you to find a major highway reasonably close to each of your current abodes – US Highway 17, to be precise.  Hopefully you’re capable of doing that much by yourselves.  Even though your addresses are matters of public record by virtue of your own past actions, I decided to respect your privacy (though not the two of you personally) and refrain from giving detailed directions starting at your driveways or mentioning your current towns.

    Directions.

    For ThE NoRtHeRn FlOrIdA GuY.

    1. From your house, go to US Highway 17.  It’s generally east of you – that means you need to go towards where the sun rises in the morning.
    2. At US Highway 17, turn north.  That probably will be a left turn unless you manage to cross over US Highway 17 and have to double back.
    3. Follow US Highway 17 north until you reach Interstate Highway 295 south of Jacksonville.  The “north” part is important, so don’t screw that up.
    4. At Interstate Highway 295, take Interstate Highway 295 north towards Savannah.  Do NOT take the on-ramp marked “St. Augustine”.
    5. Follow Interstate Highway 295 to Interstate Highway 10.
    6. At Interstate Highway 10, take Interstate Highway 10 west.  That’s the ramp marked “Lake City”.  Do NOT take the ramp marked “Jacksonville”.
    7. Follow Interstate Highway 10 west to San Antonio, TX. It’s rather a long drive, so you might want to pack a lunch or two.  Given your advanced age and general state of physical and mental decrepitude, you also might want to plan on stopping somewhere overnight.  Your call.
    8. Where Interstate Highway 10 and US Highway 90 split (that’s in the San Antonio metro area, at the interchange where you also meet Interstate Highway 35), stay on US Highway 90 west.  Do NOT stay on Interstate Highway 10 or turn onto Interstate Highway 35.
    9. Follow US Highway 90 for roughly another 39 miles.

    For our other “FFF” – the one down in SW Florida – here are your directions, in italics.

    1. Take local roads from your house to Interstate Highway 75.  As was the case with your FFF colleague, it’s generally east of you – e.g., in the direction where the sun rises.
    2. Get on Interstate Highway 75 north.  That’s the ramp towards Sarasota and Tampa, in case you haven’t figured that out for yourself.
    3. Follow Interstate Highway 75 north until you reach US Highway 17. 
    4. Take the exit for US Highway 17 and go north (the “north” part is important).  To go north, I’m guessing you’ll need to turn right at the end of the ramp.
    5. Follow US Highway 17 north until you reach Interstate Highway 295 south of Jacksonville.
    6. At Interstate Highway 295, take Interstate Highway 295 north towards Savannah.  Do NOT take the on-ramp marked “St. Augustine”.
    7. Follow Interstate Highway 295 to Interstate Highway 10.
    8. At Interstate Highway 10, take Interstate Highway 10 west.  That’s the ramp marked “Lake City”.  Do NOT take the ramp marked “Jacksonville”.
    9. Follow Interstate Highway 10 west to San Antonio, TX. It’s rather a long drive, so you also might want to pack a lunch or two.  Given your advanced age and even worse state of physical decrepitude than your north Florida “compadre”, you also might want to plan on stopping somewhere overnight as well.  In fact, since your trip is substantially longer than your friend’s, I’d recommend stopping twice.  But that’s your call.
    10. Where Interstate Highway 10 and US Highway 90 split (that’s in the San Antonio metro area, at the interchange where you also meet Interstate Highway 35), stay on US Highway 90 west.  Do NOT stay on Interstate Highway 10 or turn onto Interstate Highway 35.
    11. Follow US Highway 90 for roughly another 39 miles.

    In your case, there are shorter routes – but I chose this route for you in case you wanted to carpool with the northern FFF.  Given my understanding that your past public assertions in court have stated that you are “disabled” and on “pain medication”, IMO that might be a really good idea. 

    I’m sure you can find out where the northern FFF lives if you try; in fact, I’m reasonably certain you two have probably corresponded with one another in the past.  And if you two carpool, you’ll also have someone to keep each other company – even during any overnight stays.  Perhaps you’ll both enjoy that aspect of carpooling.  (smile)

    At Your Destination.

    Once you’ve completed the last step in your directions above, just find a convenient place to park.  From there, unless you’re blind or you’ve screwed up, by following the above directions you should easily be able to see Hondo.

    If you can’t, just ask anyone you see, “Excuse me, sir (or ma’am), where can I find Hondo?” If they appear Hispanic – and there’s a good chance they might – you might want to say, “Disculpe, señor, ¿dónde puedo encontrar Hondo?” instead. (If the individual is both Hispanic and female, say “Perdone, señora, , ¿dónde puedo encontrar Hondo?” instead.)

    I’m sure anyone you ask will be quite eager to tell either or both of you exactly where you should go.  Each of you IMO has such a “winning personality” that that’s virtually guaranteed.   (smile)

    Strip Maps.

    I’ve tried to make the directions above as simple as possible.  But just in case the above directions are too complicated for you – and you can’t find someone to explain them to you in terms you can understand – here are some pictures.

    First, the “big picture”.  For ease of viewing, I’ve broken it into eastern and western parts. I’ve also cropped the eastern part so that it doesn’t show the specific part of Florida where either of you live.  As I noted above, you’ve both made your current addresses easy to find on the internet; in fact, it’s public record information in both cases.  But as I alluded to earlier, I have no real reason to be an a-hole and post your addresses here – even if those addresses are already listed in Internet-accessible public records.

    Here’s the eastern part of the “big picture”:

    And here’s the western part of the “big picture”:

    Finally, here’s a picture showing more details about the western end of those directions:

    So, you fellas still want to see Hondo?  Well, now you know how to get to Hondo.  You even have detailed driving directions and strip maps.

    Whether you choose to make a “road trip” or not is up to you. I don’t much give a sh!t either way.

    Regardless, I don’t plan on holding my breath waiting.  But if you do choose to use those directions, I also predict you won’t much like the results.

    (smile)

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  • Jailed American, Paul Whelan,  not exactly the Secret Squirrel Ivan was hoping for.  

    Jailed American, Paul Whelan,  not exactly the Secret Squirrel Ivan was hoping for.  

    Russia’s deputy foreign minister is brushing back suggestions that an American being held in Moscow on suspicion of spying could be exchanged for a Russian.

    I have no idea how useless a Russian would have to be in order for me to exchange a guy with a Bad Conduct Discharge from the Corps for him.   Let me think …  ah …  nah, Ivan can keep this dirtbag as long as he wants to.

    Whelan’s Marine record also would likely prevent U.S. intelligence from hiring him. He began active duty with the Marines in 2003 and was deployed twice to Iraq, rising to staff sergeant. But his military career ended with a court martial in 2008, when he was convicted on charges that included attempted larceny and dereliction of duty.

    Court documents released by the military show he was accused of attempting to steal more than $10,000 while on duty in Iraq, where he worked as a clerk, in September 2006. He was also convicted of using a false social security number and profile for a military computer system to grade his own examinations, and of writing 10 bad checks totaling around $6,000.

    He was dropped two grades in rank and given a bad conduct discharge from the Marine Corps.

    Let Putin feed his ass for a while.  Not sure where a guy that works for a Temp Agency gets money to travel.  He seems to like Russia, let him stay for a while.

     

    Source: Jailed American spent years collecting Russian contacts

  • NBC reports Turkish President promised President Trump he’d finish ISIS in Syria

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    OAN Newsroom

    The president of Turkey reportedly promises that his country will finish the fight against ISIS in Syria, according to an NBC News report on Saturday citing senior White House officials.

    Turkish President Tayyip Erdogan allegedly gave his word to President Trump as a “friend,” stating that if the U.S. were to pull out of Syria, Turkey would be able to handle the remaining ISIS fighters in the country’s northern region.

    Trump tweeted,

    I am in the White House, working hard. News reports concerning the Shutdown and Syria are mostly FAKE. We are negotiating with the Democrats on desperately needed Border Security (Gangs, Drugs, Human Trafficking & more) but it could be a long stay. On Syria, we were originally…

    ….going to be there for three months, and that was seven years ago – we never left. When I became President, ISIS was going wild. Now ISIS is largely defeated and other local countries, including Turkey, should be able to easily take care of whatever remains. We’re coming home!

    Trump claimed Middle Eastern countries and NATO allies such as Turkey, could handle the fight on terror. Maybe so, but I see no mention of the Kurds, and Turkey’s intentions towards them.

    Read the article at: One America News Network

  • Marine With Brain-Dead Quadruple Amputee Wife Upset Over ‘My Girl’s A Vegetable’ Cadence

    Marine With Brain-Dead Quadruple Amputee Wife Upset Over ‘My Girl’s A Vegetable’ Cadence

    CAMP PENDLETON, CA — Troops running and singing cadence is a familiar scene at bases across the world, but one Marine says the cadence really needs to end.

    Corporal Jason Andreesen is assigned to the famed ‘Dark Horse’ battalion of 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines.

    “Every morning I have to wake up, put on my silkies and glowbelt and think ‘Well, here we go again’,” says Andreesen.

    His reluctance for physical training (PT) comes not from exertion, but from the cadences that his squad mates usually choose. One in particular is referred to as the “Vegetable Cadence.”

    “I mean, I thought it was kind of funny back when I first heard it,” says Andreesen, “but that was before I met Sarah. She’s my dream girl.”

    Sarah is Andreesen’s wife of three years — who miraculously survived a car crash last year despite losing all her arms and legs and putting her into a coma.

    As he runs along with his squad, Andreesen wearily waits for it to come up. Sgt. Wilton Chambers leads the cadence, shouting “Left right ley-o…”

    The Corporal happily repeats it back with the rest of his squad, but then his fears are realized at the Sergeant’s next verse.

    “My girl’s a vegetable, she lives in a hospital … but I would do anything … to keep that bitch alive, yeah!”

    Corporal Andreesen says that “the first half isn’t terrible”, but he repeats the rest back amid tears and sweat.

    “She’s got her own TV and it’s called an EKG!” barks Sergeant Chambers.

    “I mean seriously. This is fucked up. They all know about Sarah,” says Andreesen. “Yeah, so she has no arms and legs but I mean, I’ve never pulled the plug to watch her choke. I love her.”

    Other Marines in the squad say that they’ve found the “chink in his armor” and just continue to attack it.

    “We’re in the infantry. We talk shit. When we find weakness in someone, we do not stop,” says Lance Corporal Miguel Rodriguez. “It’s too much fun.”

    “I really just wish that we could sing a much better cadence that everyone would love,” says Andreesen after he again repeats that he’d ‘do anything to keep that bitch alive’. “I recommended the ‘cocksucker, motherfucker, eat a bag of shit’ cadence, but the two gay guys in the platoon got all pissy about it.”

    Others in the squad say that Andreesen is getting “butthurt for no reason.”

    “I don’t really see the problem,” says Corporal Evan Winters. “I mean, Lance Corporal Troy fucks pumpkins and he seems just fine with it.”

    After their run returned to San Mateo, the squad continued to bicker about whether pumpkins were vegetables or fruit.

    Source: Marine With Brain-Dead Quadruple Amputee Wife Upset Over ‘My Girl’s A Vegetable’ Cadence

  • If They Only Had A Brain

    This is kind of a link fest, something you can go through, read the articles linked, and make your own decisions about the subjects. It is, after all, Saturday, and I know the NAVY!-Army game will be first and foremost on your minds, but – well, you need something to do when Army doesn’t get those yards.

    In her interview at the link, Camille Paglia almost infers that this may be birthing pains of some sort, or better yet, the last gasps and struggling efforts of the current liberal side of the political fence in its death throes.

    No harm in that. Everything comes full circle at some point. Her indictment of current politicos and potential liberal candidates is scathing, harsh and well deserved. They are falling all over themselves to choke their own party to death. Her take on the Democrat party is like watching squirrels in my yard chasing peanuts I’ve thrown out to them and then chasing each other. It’s a bunch of little kids who will never grow up but want to be part of a gang. Hence, we get bimbos like O-C and shouting ‘look-at-me’ idjits like “Nuke ‘em” Swallwell.

    She’s right about Clinton.  Shrillary does want dTrump to win the 2020 election. The Liberal side of the fence is being loaded with mindless droids whose robotic programmed responses to stray words are the first symptom of loss of self-awareness. And this untutored, sanctimonious non-religious generation of lost children is being drained away toward a greedy, demanding fake religion of pseudo-science, to sacrifice everything for the greed of a few who will abuse them badly. History shows us repeatedly that such things fail, and fail badly. Oh, but next time, we’ll do it right! Really? Then why did the liberals like Kamala Harris turn into a scrounging shoal of hagfish during the Kavanaugh hearings? Why can’t they get off the ‘hate Trump’ bandwagon and stop pounding that drum? It is not surprising that Paglia, as a professed atheist, recommends that the study of religion be a requirement now, if you take everything else into consideration, including the unenlightened social group known as SJWs.

    Here’s the link to Paglia’s interview:

    https://spectator.us/camille-paglia-hillary-trump/

    There’s another link to Googly-eyes Ocasio-Cortes’s proposal “New Green Deal”, in which she outlines every possible way to destroy a thriving economy. You might want a strong drink to read the “Green New Deal” itself, but there is help included in the article.

    https://wattsupwiththat.com/2018/12/08/the-green-climate-deal/

    The author of the article went through the proposal, piece by piece, to dissect it and try to understand it, and then gave up, went outside to get some fresh air and wonder how long it would be before his head exploded from the dumb, dimwitted, ignorance that this zippy little bimbo offers (with assistance noted from Bernout Sanders).  She’s right in the same rowboat with “Nuke ‘Em” Swallwell, you know.

    Googly-eyes seems to think that money fall off of trees or is just cranked out. She includes a defunding of the military by 50%, and instead, using the National Guard for everything. I think we already use the National Guard for just about everything, don’t we? These are just a few of her bubbly ideas.

    And finally, the link below takes you to a National Review article about Mueller’s obsessive pursuit of something – anything, in fact – that will show beyond a doubt that there was Russian interference in the 2016 election, based originally on the deal Trump tried to make and failed to build another Trump Tower in Moscow.  https://www.nationalreview.com/2018/12/mueller-investigation-collusion-allegations-partisan-politics/

    Mueller has done some unconscionable things himself, including finding ways to get people to perjure themselves, which is what a corrupt Chicago cop like Jon Burge of Chicago was notorious for doing. Bringing a conspiracy crank like Corsi into this mix is a sign of desperation.  Unfortunately, Mueller has spent thousands of hours and tons of tax money on this project and so far, has done nothing but make it clear that he hates Trump and is obsessed with getting rid of him.  That sounds like a personal problem to me.

    While we may find people like Googly-eyes and Mueller to be distasteful at best, they are symptoms of a larger and very widespread problem called “not really paying attention”.  Paglia’s interview addresses these problems, too.  We cannot afford to be unaware or dismissive of them.

    Go NAVY! Beat Army.

  • All Warfare Is Based on Deception

    If you can find the quote in the title, it was written up a very, very long time ago.

    I detest politicians. More than that, I detest what drives them into being the slumguzzling thieves that they become. Theft of money, theft of power – it’s all the same. They tell you what they think you want to hear, just to get elected. And the minute they get elected, they are off to the races to grab everything they can get their hands on.

    Even worse are the thugs and fellow travelers that surround them, and the hangers-on at the perimeter of the mess that has become our government.

    The recent TAH article on Julian “Wikileaks” Assange prompted me to dig further, and I found the article at the link from Vox. It hits both sides of the issue, but one item caught my eye: Jerome Corsi kept coming up in the text. I don’t know how reliable Vox is, but the article about this hits many, many points.

    And to think, all of this was going on before Thanksgiving.

    The Mueller investigations seem like a manufactured conspiracy to me, with the attention-grabber Jerome Corsi right in the thick of it.

    Then someone brings up Wikileaks, for no reason other than Assange lost his pussycat and wants attention again, but protests that he had nothing to do with any of this, and now we have this odd-ball connection with Wikileaks, Mueller’s investigation, Manafort’s dissembling, and our current loud-mouthed, attention-seeking conspiracy theorist, Jerome Corsi, who is right at the forefront of it – mired in the thick of it, as it were.

    So who is lying, and who is not?

    And why is Corsi sticking his oar into this? He’s addicted to creating conspiracy theories. He’s the one who started the rumor about bodaprez not being born in the USA. He likes to make stuff up, from what I read here, seems to be hellbent on causing trouble and stirring the pot everywhere he goes. He’s just published a new book. Is he really this desperate for attention?

    We all know about attention-whoring, don’t we?

    Why did Mueller hold off until after the President submitted his answers to Mueller to release the statement that Manafort lied? And where’s the concrete proof that Manafort lied? I mean hard, tactile, solid as a brick wall, physical evidence.

    As I said, I don’t know how reliable Vox is as a source, however, the reporter makes some very good points and touches conflicting bases throughout the text.

    Read the article at the link, and make up your own minds about this.

    https://www.vox.com/policy-and-politics/2018/11/27/18114355/manafort-assange-mueller-corsi-trump-russia

    ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’

    Perhaps that’s the reason Mueller hasn’t been fired just yet…?

    What a mess.

    Note: photo credit goes to Soviet.

  • By The Pricking of My Thumbs….

    November 22, 1963  was a cold, rainy Friday. Nobody wanted to be outside in that slop. There was a blizzard underway on the East Coast.

    My father was the head of the Speech and Theater Department at the university where I was a freshman. His students were underway in the production of that infamous accursed play by William Shakespeare, about the Scottish king who is killed off by a usurper whose wife goes nuts and kills herself.

    He had hired a professional stage actor, Ramon Bieri from New York, to play the part of the usurper. He did this so that his students could have the experience of working with a pro real time and learning something from it. Now, we’d call it mentoring.

    There’s a long-held traditional of a curse attached to this play. You can use the name of the main character on stage during production, but do it in an offhand way or outside the place of production, and something will happen to stop your production, maybe your opening night, among other things. Opening night was Friday, 11/22/63. My father was not superstitious and ignored the tradition of the curse, not believing that anything would happen.

    And happen it did.

    Ironically, Nov. 22, 1963, Pres. and Mrs. Kennedy were in Dallas, Texas. They were supposed to return to Washington, DC, for Thanksgiving, which was on Nov. 28, 1963. For some reason, Kennedy decided to not have the bulletproof shielding attached to the Lincoln convertible he and Gov. Connolly were riding in. If you are old enough to remember what happened, then you know what happened and how much it was like being smacked by a 2×4.

    I was in history class, a little after 1PM. Dr. Wilson was expounding on something, pointing at each of us and asking questions. The door was closed, we were all nearly dozing off, when someone came running down the hallway, opened the door, and said “The President has been shot!”

    Huh? What? Confusion?? Yes, in spades.

    Dr. Wilson was probably the only person in that room who had the presence of mind to ask immediately “If the President dies in office, who is next in line for the Presidency?”

    Inappropriate? No. It was meant to shake your out of your stupefaction.

    Someone finally said, “The Vice President.”

    And then class was dismissed.

    As things came to light, I was convinced for the longest time that LBJ had something to do with it, because he was such a gladhanding sack of crap, but sometimes assassins simply work alone.

    Everything shut down. We all watched the funeral procession to Arlington Cemetery, with a black horse named Blackjack led by one of the Guard, with boots reversed in the stirrups. That symbolized a fallen leader.

    The play? Opening night was postponed until the Friday after Thanksgiving Day.

    The irony is that Duncan, the rightful King, was much more popular than his rival, who killed him and took his place.

    The video clip is from Patrick Stewart’s TV production of that Scottish play. I believe the full length video is available.