Let's see. It's 93 degrees out there, and it's not even officially summer yet. So, should I vacuum the house, or work on a blog post? Hmmm.
Hello, Blogger!
June 1st -- opening day of the 2018 Hurricane Season. It's good not to live on the Gulf Coast anymore!
It's also the ninth anniversary of the Lone Wolf self-radicalized Muslim terrorist attack at a Recruiting Office in Little Rock that killed one soldier and wounded another. The above link is to several Posts I wrote following the attack and trial (including a letter I wrote to then-President Obama concerning his non-response to the events). I thank God to this day for the Patriot Guard (who shielded the family and mourners of PVT Long from that abominable group of people who call themselves a Church), and for the States that now allow Recruiters to arm themselves against another attack like this one.
I hope this summer is a calm one, with no mass murders or terrorist attacks on American soil. Or anywhere else for that matter.
Considering the state of public discourse and tolerance, that may be no more than wishful thinking, but a girl can dream, can't she?
I'm good at dreaming.
Showing posts with label Terrorism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Terrorism. Show all posts
Friday, June 1, 2018
Monday, August 3, 2015
Have the Top Brass Taken Leave of Their Senses?!?
I don't know whether there is any truth to the allegations floating around in cyberspace that a Navy officer and a Marine fired their weapons at the Muslim miscreant who shot up two recruiting stations in Chattanooga on July 16, killing five service members and wounding others. Further speculation suggests that the military members who returned fire are to be charged with illegally discharging a firearm on federal property.
If charges are indeed filed, prepare to witness a Moogie in all her righteous wrath. The re-shaping of our mighty military, and not for the better, has apparently ramped up on steroids.
Pepper says if charges like that were leveled against him, he would demand a court martial. And I suspect the air in that chamber would turn such a vibrant shade of blue that it could be seen miles away.
The SecDef needs to get his head out of his nether regions and stand up to the Administration, especially about policies that jeopardize the safety of our military and their families. Maybe the new Chief of the Army will hold some sway -- if he doesn't get mesmerized first.
Bad, bad times are afoot.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Senseless Slaughter
Four dead Marines. An injured police officer. Two others injured. Two shot-up military facilities and another dead terrorist hooking up with his virgins in paradise. Why do I suggest that the shooter might have been an adherent of Islam? His name, just released, is Muhammed Yussef Abdulazeez, age 24, born in Kuwait.
Yes, the U.S. Attorney in Chattanooga has announced that investigators are treating the attacks as "domestic terrorism." I have heard it reported that the FBI will now treat the attacks as domestic terrorism until they know it isn't international. How very decisive of them. I wonder if they had to clear that position with the White House?
As with the slaughter at Ft. Hood, these shootings took place at a "gun free zone."
This absolutely ignorant, patently absurd policy of making military facilities "gun free" must be repealed.
Our military members are trained and trained and trained in the use of firearms! If anyone can safely carry, and take out a rampaging shooter, our military can. Tragically, they now clearly appear to be unarmed sitting ducks for anyone that has access to an App that will locate the 20 nearest "gun-free" commercial zones. Yep, there's an App for that.
Just Google "ISIS tweets warning" and you won't believe the number of links that come up relating to Twitter-delivered threats to the military and American cities. With information like that on hand, there is no question that our military members with the bullseyes painted on their chests need to be armed with sidearms, at the very least.
Rest in peace, brave Marines.
And burn eternally in hellfire, Abdulazeez.
Yes, the U.S. Attorney in Chattanooga has announced that investigators are treating the attacks as "domestic terrorism." I have heard it reported that the FBI will now treat the attacks as domestic terrorism until they know it isn't international. How very decisive of them. I wonder if they had to clear that position with the White House?
As with the slaughter at Ft. Hood, these shootings took place at a "gun free zone."
This absolutely ignorant, patently absurd policy of making military facilities "gun free" must be repealed.
Our military members are trained and trained and trained in the use of firearms! If anyone can safely carry, and take out a rampaging shooter, our military can. Tragically, they now clearly appear to be unarmed sitting ducks for anyone that has access to an App that will locate the 20 nearest "gun-free" commercial zones. Yep, there's an App for that.
Just Google "ISIS tweets warning" and you won't believe the number of links that come up relating to Twitter-delivered threats to the military and American cities. With information like that on hand, there is no question that our military members with the bullseyes painted on their chests need to be armed with sidearms, at the very least.
Rest in peace, brave Marines.
And burn eternally in hellfire, Abdulazeez.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Olympic Musings
The Winter Olympics kick off today in Sochi amid fears of terrorism, dirty water, and losing the medal war. That's gotten me to thinking, and I've come to a somewhat unusual and unexpected conclusion.
Based on my observation of the goings-on on the deck the last couple of days, birds and squirrels are not exactly accomplished ice skaters. But squirrels can be pretty good terrorists.
Based on my observation of the goings-on on the deck the last couple of days, birds and squirrels are not exactly accomplished ice skaters. But squirrels can be pretty good terrorists.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Still Remembering
I'll get to happier things another day -- such as our recent trip to ALASKA!!! -- but today is September 11th. It's September 11th, the day after our president commandeered the airwaves and thoroughly confused the nation with his irreconcilable position(s) on a strike against Syria. (An "unbelievably small, limited kind of effort" according to alleged Secretary of State, John Kerry.)
[Telegraphed by Kerry, the Young President drops back and quick kicks to Russia . . . ]
Anyway, being dreadfully confused, and needing to focus on more pleasant things, I believe I'll re-post 2010's 9/11 entry. It's about how the 9/11 attacks changed my life for the better:
Now. If we could just get a little satisfaction on Benghazi . . . .
[Telegraphed by Kerry, the Young President drops back and quick kicks to Russia . . . ]
Anyway, being dreadfully confused, and needing to focus on more pleasant things, I believe I'll re-post 2010's 9/11 entry. It's about how the 9/11 attacks changed my life for the better:
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Remembrance and Reflection
September 11th. 9/11. 9 - 1 - 1.
The repercussions from that day are many and diverse, aside from the obvious holes in the ground and in our hearts.
The wound -- the pandemic pain and suffering that we all shared with one another and the families of the fallen -- is still here even though it's scabbed over now. I suspect, however, that it wouldn't take much to knock the scab off and start the blood flowing all over again. I think the kerfuffles over Koran-burning and mosque-building the last couple of weeks are proof positive of that suspicion.
For the last 8 years, I've gotten pretty contemplative during the days leading up to this date, as have most Americans, I imagine.
My younger cousin posted on Facebook this morning that she had just dropped off her young children at school when the first plane hit. She firmly believes her oldest is now a Cadet at West Point as a direct consequence of that day's events.
Pepper was on one of the first civilian flights cleared to take off on September 14th. He was headed to a meeting originally scheduled to take place at the Pentagon, but re-located after al-Qaeda crashed a plane into it. There had been friends in the Pentagon that September morning. It was hard to watch him get on that plane.
We all recall where we were, what we were doing, how life changed after the towers fell. My own life changed dramatically but, oddly, for the better after that day.
Having moved down to New Orleans full-time only a couple of months beforehand, I knew but a few souls in the whole city and those few were still just passing acquaintances. My father was in Little Rock. All the kids were out of the house, married or in college towns in Arkansas and Louisiana. On the 11th, the girls badly wanted to ditch classes and run to mama's and daddy's arms for comfort as they did when they were little, but we encouraged them to stick it out where they were. That sounds like "tough love" but, truth be told, we were scared to put them on the highways, not knowing what was next and conjuring up Armageddon. It was a very, very lonely time.
The week following the attacks, I saw a newspaper article about a service designed to support local military families that had been affected. I called the telephone number in the article, and when the voice at the other end of the line asked how she could help me, I replied that I wasn't seeking help, I wanted to volunteer with the program. She handed the phone to a man who has since become a close friend, and that conversation led me to eventual membership in the Mayor's Military Advisory Committee, The Military Officers' Wives' Club, and ESGR (Employer Support of the Guard and Reserve). September 11th molded my life in New Orleans and blessed me with new friends and volunteer opportunities.
I'm not sure why, but I never really appreciated that blessing until this year: out of disaster came a fresh start; out of reflection came recognition.
Would that it could be that way for the world.
The repercussions from that day are many and diverse, aside from the obvious holes in the ground and in our hearts.
The wound -- the pandemic pain and suffering that we all shared with one another and the families of the fallen -- is still here even though it's scabbed over now. I suspect, however, that it wouldn't take much to knock the scab off and start the blood flowing all over again. I think the kerfuffles over Koran-burning and mosque-building the last couple of weeks are proof positive of that suspicion.
For the last 8 years, I've gotten pretty contemplative during the days leading up to this date, as have most Americans, I imagine.
My younger cousin posted on Facebook this morning that she had just dropped off her young children at school when the first plane hit. She firmly believes her oldest is now a Cadet at West Point as a direct consequence of that day's events.
Pepper was on one of the first civilian flights cleared to take off on September 14th. He was headed to a meeting originally scheduled to take place at the Pentagon, but re-located after al-Qaeda crashed a plane into it. There had been friends in the Pentagon that September morning. It was hard to watch him get on that plane.
We all recall where we were, what we were doing, how life changed after the towers fell. My own life changed dramatically but, oddly, for the better after that day.
Having moved down to New Orleans full-time only a couple of months beforehand, I knew but a few souls in the whole city and those few were still just passing acquaintances. My father was in Little Rock. All the kids were out of the house, married or in college towns in Arkansas and Louisiana. On the 11th, the girls badly wanted to ditch classes and run to mama's and daddy's arms for comfort as they did when they were little, but we encouraged them to stick it out where they were. That sounds like "tough love" but, truth be told, we were scared to put them on the highways, not knowing what was next and conjuring up Armageddon. It was a very, very lonely time.
The week following the attacks, I saw a newspaper article about a service designed to support local military families that had been affected. I called the telephone number in the article, and when the voice at the other end of the line asked how she could help me, I replied that I wasn't seeking help, I wanted to volunteer with the program. She handed the phone to a man who has since become a close friend, and that conversation led me to eventual membership in the Mayor's Military Advisory Committee, The Military Officers' Wives' Club, and ESGR (Employer Support of the Guard and Reserve). September 11th molded my life in New Orleans and blessed me with new friends and volunteer opportunities.
I'm not sure why, but I never really appreciated that blessing until this year: out of disaster came a fresh start; out of reflection came recognition.
Would that it could be that way for the world.
Now. If we could just get a little satisfaction on Benghazi . . . .
Thursday, May 3, 2012
On The Spiking of Footballs
This pretty much speaks for itself:
Self-righteous pantywaist has no clue about the meaning of valor. But, Bill Clinton (and, by extrapolation, our sitting president also) knows the political implications of a failed mission.
We must keep our priorities in order, of course.
Of course.
Self-righteous pantywaist has no clue about the meaning of valor. But, Bill Clinton (and, by extrapolation, our sitting president also) knows the political implications of a failed mission.
We must keep our priorities in order, of course.
Of course.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Today's New Cocktail Recipe
There's a new cocktail out called "The Bin Ladin." To make it, take two shots and add a splash of salt water. (Insert rim shot here!)
(H/T Milford M. ;-P )
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Remembrance and Reflection
September 11th. 9/11. 9 - 1 - 1.
The repercussions from that day are many and diverse, aside from the obvious holes in the ground and in our hearts.
The wound -- the pandemic pain and suffering that we all shared with one another and the families of the fallen -- is still here even though it's scabbed over now. I suspect, however, that it wouldn't take much to knock the scab off and start the blood flowing all over again. I think the kerfuffles over Koran-burning and mosque-building the last couple of weeks are proof positive of that suspicion.
For the last 8 years, I've gotten pretty contemplative during the days leading up to this date, as have most Americans, I imagine.
My younger cousin posted on Facebook this morning that she had just dropped off her young children at school when the first plane hit. She firmly believes her oldest is now a Cadet at West Point as a direct consequence of that day's events.
Pepper was on one of the first civilian flights cleared to take off on September 14th. He was headed to a meeting originally scheduled to take place at the Pentagon, but re-located after al-Qaeda crashed a plane into it. There had been friends in the Pentagon that September morning. It was hard to watch him get on that plane.
We all recall where we were, what we were doing, how life changed after the towers fell. My own life changed dramatically but, oddly, for the better after that day.
Having moved down to New Orleans full-time only a couple of months beforehand, I knew but a few souls in the whole city and those few were still just passing acquaintances. My father was in Little Rock. All the kids were out of the house, married or in college towns in Arkansas and Louisiana. On the 11th, the girls badly wanted to ditch classes and run to mama's and daddy's arms for comfort as they did when they were little, but we encouraged them to stick it out where they were. That sounds like "tough love" but, truth be told, we were scared to put them on the highways, not knowing what was next and conjuring up Armageddon. It was a very, very lonely time.
The week following the attacks, I saw a newspaper article about a service designed to support local military families that had been affected. I called the telephone number in the article, and when the voice at the other end of the line asked how she could help me, I replied that I wasn't seeking help, I wanted to volunteer with the program. She handed the phone to a man who has since become a close friend, and that conversation led me to eventual membership in the Mayor's Military Advisory Committee, The Military Officers' Wives' Club, and ESGR (Employer Support of the Guard and Reserve). September 11th molded my life in New Orleans and blessed me with new friends and volunteer opportunities.
I'm not sure why, but I never really appreciated that blessing until this year: out of disaster came a fresh start; out of reflection came recognition.
Would that it could be that way for the world.
The repercussions from that day are many and diverse, aside from the obvious holes in the ground and in our hearts.
The wound -- the pandemic pain and suffering that we all shared with one another and the families of the fallen -- is still here even though it's scabbed over now. I suspect, however, that it wouldn't take much to knock the scab off and start the blood flowing all over again. I think the kerfuffles over Koran-burning and mosque-building the last couple of weeks are proof positive of that suspicion.
For the last 8 years, I've gotten pretty contemplative during the days leading up to this date, as have most Americans, I imagine.
My younger cousin posted on Facebook this morning that she had just dropped off her young children at school when the first plane hit. She firmly believes her oldest is now a Cadet at West Point as a direct consequence of that day's events.
Pepper was on one of the first civilian flights cleared to take off on September 14th. He was headed to a meeting originally scheduled to take place at the Pentagon, but re-located after al-Qaeda crashed a plane into it. There had been friends in the Pentagon that September morning. It was hard to watch him get on that plane.
We all recall where we were, what we were doing, how life changed after the towers fell. My own life changed dramatically but, oddly, for the better after that day.
Having moved down to New Orleans full-time only a couple of months beforehand, I knew but a few souls in the whole city and those few were still just passing acquaintances. My father was in Little Rock. All the kids were out of the house, married or in college towns in Arkansas and Louisiana. On the 11th, the girls badly wanted to ditch classes and run to mama's and daddy's arms for comfort as they did when they were little, but we encouraged them to stick it out where they were. That sounds like "tough love" but, truth be told, we were scared to put them on the highways, not knowing what was next and conjuring up Armageddon. It was a very, very lonely time.
The week following the attacks, I saw a newspaper article about a service designed to support local military families that had been affected. I called the telephone number in the article, and when the voice at the other end of the line asked how she could help me, I replied that I wasn't seeking help, I wanted to volunteer with the program. She handed the phone to a man who has since become a close friend, and that conversation led me to eventual membership in the Mayor's Military Advisory Committee, The Military Officers' Wives' Club, and ESGR (Employer Support of the Guard and Reserve). September 11th molded my life in New Orleans and blessed me with new friends and volunteer opportunities.
I'm not sure why, but I never really appreciated that blessing until this year: out of disaster came a fresh start; out of reflection came recognition.
Would that it could be that way for the world.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
He's Not Crazy, He's Religious
On June 1, 2009, convert-to-Islam Abdulhakim Mujahid Muhammad opened fire on two soldiers in Little Rock, Arkansas, killing one, PVT William Long. He is currently undergoing a court-ordered mental examination preliminary to his trial on charges of capital felony murder, among other things -- an unusual number of which oddly involve urine.
The examining psychiatrist recently filed his report with the court, concluding that Muhammad (the former Baptist, Carlos Leon Bledsoe) is most likely competent to stand trial. The despicable defendant revealed quite a bit about jihad in America in his conversations with the doctor, and in the process he also revealed a bit about how radical Islam isn't exactly a religion of peace and love. Today's Arkansas Democrat-Gazette reports:
Well, there you go. His family didn't understand him and the Koran instructed him to stalk and slaughter American soldiers on their native soil.
We'd better not interpret his words too mildly for the purposes of political correctness.
The examining psychiatrist recently filed his report with the court, concluding that Muhammad (the former Baptist, Carlos Leon Bledsoe) is most likely competent to stand trial. The despicable defendant revealed quite a bit about jihad in America in his conversations with the doctor, and in the process he also revealed a bit about how radical Islam isn't exactly a religion of peace and love. Today's Arkansas Democrat-Gazette reports:
“I was trying to kill them,” Muhammad told Dr. R. Clint Gray with the
Arkansas State Hospital, saying the shooting that injured Army Pvt. Quinton
Ezeagwula of Jacksonville and fatally wounded Pvt. William Long, 23, of Conway,
was “not due to mental illness, but due to obligation. It is a religious belief.”
. . .
“I’m not insane. I can stand trial. I’m not crazy,” he said, telling Gray that he has told his attorneys that he wants to plead guilty. “I can prove my beliefs in the Koran. It’s my religion. My family’s Baptist. They don’t understand. I’m saying I’m not brainwashed.”
Well, there you go. His family didn't understand him and the Koran instructed him to stalk and slaughter American soldiers on their native soil.
We'd better not interpret his words too mildly for the purposes of political correctness.
I'd like to see him strung up by the heels or other parts, but I hope he doesn't get the death penalty -- that would play right into the radical jihad mentality. I can think of many other creative forms of punishment, Eighth Amendment be damned.
Ah, yes, the wicked side of Moogie's brain is working overtime right about now (she said with an eerie glow emanating from her green eyes while one corner of her mouth curled upward in contemplation of something delicious).
Friday, July 2, 2010
Muslim Culture Meets German Engineering
I now want that car. Very. Very. Much.
I'll rent it to any car bomber who would care to use it for an extremely reasonable rate.
h/t to Donna T.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Saturday's Stolen Video Confirms the "Relevance" of the U.N.
Yet another confirmation that the U.N. is a powerful, awe-inspiring organization.
And, once again, those inclined to believe the U.N. still has any relevance or influence in this world should inquire of Moogie about the excellent beachfront property she has for sale in New Mexico. Cheap.
Stolen from Moonbattery.
And, once again, those inclined to believe the U.N. still has any relevance or influence in this world should inquire of Moogie about the excellent beachfront property she has for sale in New Mexico. Cheap.
Stolen from Moonbattery.
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