Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Don't Drain the Swamp; Pull the Weeds

Washington, D.C., and the federal government for which the District of Columbia is the national headquarters, ain't a swamp.

Calls to "drain the swamp" trivialize the effort required to correct the trajectory of an overbearing, out-of-control government that no longer represents the best interests of the people for which the Constitution established it to serve.

The Colonel believes the federal government, and the myriad onerous regulatory apparatus lying camouflaged beneath its facade, is more like the expansive lawn and gardens surrounding the Big House here at the shallow northern end of deep southern nowhere.

From a distance it looks green and pleasing.  Closer examination reveals an infestation of weeds that, left unchecked, will eventually choke and destroy the Colonel's intent for a lush, dark green, bare feet-cushioning carpet of proper turf. 

Weeds camouflage themselves, hiding in plain sight.  But, when a bare foot comes in contact with them, that bare foot knows the difference.  Weeds are coarse and prickly.  Weeds run counter to the purpose of a lawn.  Weeds are, as Marines would refer to a fellow not pulling on the same end of the rope as the rest of the team, "on their own program."

The Colonel has been fighting a "long war" of attrition against the weeds that annually invade his lawn.  He has employed nearly every weapon known to grass in this effort.  

He has "carpet bombed" the yard with weed-killing chemicals, encouraged the growth and expansion of the "good grass" with liquid and nitrogen stimulus, and manicured the result with care and attention rivalling that of the greens keeper at Bethpage Black.

The weeds persist.

The Colonel has come to the conclusion that persistent "boots on the ground" will be required to eradicate the scourge.

This fight will have to be a hands-on affair.  The Colonel will have to get up close and personal with each individual weed, interrogate for authenticity, and prosecute with extreme prejudice.  

This will be an infantry fight. 

Just the other day the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda stepped out onto the front porch of the Big House and addressed the Colonel,

"Hey, knucklehead.  Whatcha doin'?"

"Pullin' weeds, Sweething."

"Isn't that your 'marine' knife?"

"The title 'Marine' is capitalized, dear."


"You didn't capitalize the title 'Marine' when you spoke it."

"Knucklehead, you are seriously one strange man."

"You mean 'one dangerous man' don't you, Sweetie?"

"No.  The word 'strange' is the best description for a an old man dressed in camouflage crawling around the front yard with a knife."

"It's not just any 'knife.'  It's the Colonel's K-Bar.  Standard issue for combat Marines."

"Okay, knucklehead.  Whatever.  You just keep crawling around the yard stabbing the grass with your knife and referring to yourself in the third person.  I'm going inside.  I'll have the first aid kit ready."

Removing counterproductive, socialist, anti-freedom government agencies and their apparatchiks is like that.  The effort will be derided and opposed. 

But, like noxious weeds, they are best removed one at a time -- up close and personal.               


Sunday, May 21, 2017

Shared Sacrifice

The Colonel was invited to speak at his adopted hometown's (Abbeville, Mississippi) Veterans Memorial unveiling on Saturday.  Text of remarks below:

"Mayor Fricker, Aldermen, distinguished guests, residents and friends of Abbeville, I am honored and humbled to be allowed to speak on this occasion and I thank you all for your attendance.

Our great Republic owes its greatness to its people.  Generations of Americans have thrived under the rights and freedoms granted by our Creator and guaranteed under our Constitution.  And, in each generation, a small percentage of men and women step forward and pledge their lives to the defense of that Constitution and our Republic’s freedom.

That there have been and continue to be young men and women who voluntarily answer their nation’s call to service in its military is an amazing and uniquely American phenomenon.  In my nearly three decades in uniform, I had the opportunity to work and train with the soldiers from dozens of other nations.  Almost all were conscripted.  Almost all, while performing their duties competently, served not so much out of a sense of loving obligation to their countries but more because they were forced to serve – almost like a sort of prison sentence.  

Now, don’t get me wrong, American service men and women are consummate complainers. The Marines with whom I served elevated this complaining to the status of a high art.  But, of all of the soldiers of all of the nations with whom I have served, none rise to a challenge like Americans.

Small towns like our own seem to provide a disproportionate share of these patriots.  And small towns like our own seem to take a greater pride in the service of our patriots.  Small town Mississippians stand particularly tall in the military history of our nation.

One hundred years ago, our nation was gearing up to send a million men to fight in France.  A Mississippian from Slate Spring, then Colonel Fox Conner was the man in charge of putting together the plan that, from a standing start, would eventually field fifty American divisions in France and break the stalemate against the Germans.  Fox Conner would go on to be the mentor of three great American generals – Patton, Marshall, and Eisenhower.

Seventy-three years ago, another great small town Mississippian, then Marine Captain Louis H. Wilson, was leading his rifle company against Japanese defenders on the island of Guam.  His courageous front-line leadership earned him grievous wounds, and the Congressional Medal of Honor.  Wilson became the Commandant, the four-star general in charge of the Marine Corps, in the early ‘70s and is credited with leading the the fight to modernize the Marine Corps.

Fifty-two years ago, during the fierce battle in Vietnam that was depicted in the book and movie “We Were Soldiers Once and Young” a soldier from Neely, Mississippi bravely flew his helicopter into a buzz saw of enemy fire, not once or twice, but fourteen different times to deliver ammunition and evacuate critically wounded soldiers.  Ed Freeman was credited with saving the lives of scores of soldiers and awarded the Medal of Honor.

But here’s the thing about those three great American military men from Mississippi: they were all career soldiers.  In a way, their service was easy.  I can say that because I was a career Marine. I don’t view my three decades in uniform as a sacrifice.  My family might, but I don’t.  From the moment a man or woman decides to make the military a career, the military becomes home.  The military becomes your life.  I believe that it is a far greater sacrifice to put your life on hold for four years, serve in the military, and then go home and start all over again.  Those men and women are the real heroes.

Among us today, are some of those unsung heroes.  Men and women who swore an irrevocable oath to place their lives on the line.  But, also among us are those whose job, while maybe not as dangerous, was just as sacrificial.  Among us are mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, friends and neighbors, of those who went off to fight.  

We gather today, certainly to honor our veterans, but also to recognize every sacrifice in the name of freedom.

Thank you." 

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Frauds, Criminals, and Buffoons

For the record:  The Colonel detests Donald Trump.

The man has neither an ethical foundation nor a philosophical center aside from the thirst for wealth, fame, and power.

His nomination by the Republican Party (after decades as a liberal Democrat), and his election with the support of the (supposedly) most conservative voters, cements the Colonel's long-held assertion that "low-information voting" is not the exclusive province of the Democrat Party.

The Colonel's disdain for Trump is eclipsed only by his disdain for the Clinton Crime Family and for the electorate that put one of the most unqualified candidates in the history of the Republic in the Oval Office based solely on the color of his skin and with complete disregard for the content of his character.  

Last year the Colonel opined that regardless who the American citizenry (and a couple million illegally voting non-citizens) elected President in November we would be replacing one fraud with another in January.

All that said as preamble, allow the Colonel a moment to strike straight to the heart of the current matter.

The present media and Democrat hysteria over President Trump's shenanigans is -- read carefully -- racism.

That's right, Donald J. Trump is not black.

His predecessor's constant anti-American behavior (the content of his character as admitted in his own book) lifted not one eyebrow and garnered immediate and constant support from his party.  That's racism.

A portion of the Colonel's many friends and acquaintances considered his opposition to most things President Obama did, the things for which he stood, an indicator of the Colonel's southern-fried racism.  

They were wrong.  

The Colonel's opposition of President Obama was based entirely on the content of his political character and his expressed belief that the American Republic was the greatest source of discontent and misbehavior around the globe.

President Obama was a fraud.

Hillary Clinton, and her husband, are unindicted criminals.

President Trump is a self-aggrandizing buffoon. 

And, the vast majority of the media are racists.  

There!  That should completely wipe out the Colonel's meager readership of posts on this blog.  That might actually be a good thing.  The Colonel grows increasingly weary of the task of educating the world.