Pssst, Wanna Know How We Caught Hambali?

Just ask The New York Times.

Mohammed on a moped do these miserable excuses for human beings not understand the word “classified?”

Definitions of Classifications:

Confidential: Release may cause damage to the United States.

Secret: Release may cause serious damage to the United States.

Top Secret: Release may cause grievous damage to the United States.

Understand you fucking idiots?!!! It can and probably will damage the United States!!!

Once again the Times has taken it upon itself to disclose a classified program, this time where the CIA is tracking terrorist’s financial transactions with the Treasury Department’s oversite. We’ve had successful results from this program. We’ve caught bad guys using this program. Now everyone knows about it.

Thank you to the New York Times for once again telling the bad guys how we’re doing it.

UPDATE: Looks like the Wall Street Journal ran the story also.

Hammersmith Odeon, London ’75

Hammersmith Odeon, London ’75 may be the most legendary Springsteen Album that never was…until recently. I had a copy on vinyl that I bought in ’76 from the “Rare and Collectable” store in my neighborhood. When Springsteen broke big in Chicago in the early 80s, due to some play at the Steppenwolf, before Born in the USA, all of sudden, my Springsteen collection was requested with my presence at various and sundry parties. Everyone wanted to tape a copy of it…from the vinyl. Ummm, no, but you can borrow my tape. The vinyl copy disappeard years ago and I long since wore out the last good taped copy I had.

I almost lost it when I found out that it had been remixed by Bob Clearmountain and “officially” released on Columbia. Ya see, to me, this is Springsteen. It’s live, it’s raw as hell, E-Street was still jamming, testing one another out. Outside of actually attending a live performance, this is the album that converted disbelievers.

If you didn’t grow up in a city of over a million folks, don’t tell me how you never got Springsteen…I know. Trying to explain street rythms to you is sort of like you dumping me in the middle of nowhere and trying to radio in how you want me to track a deer. And if you did grow up in a city of over a million and you still don’t get it…I don’t know what to tell ya. This is the music that spoke to my teenage heart and often times kept me alive, which is another long story that I’m not ready to tell you about yet.

I was going to write a song by song but it would just be my opinion mixed with 30 year old emotions streaming back.

If you just kinda like old Springsteen and have often wondered what all the buzz was about. THIS is the album you want to buy. If you’ve already got it on vinyl tucked away safe and sneer at a CD or digital version, I’ve got to tell you, the freaking keyboards never sounded this good on vinyl and I don’t know how they got the bass response amped up, but then, I had a bootleg piece of vinyl and not a master to work off of.

Fair Warning

The 2006 school year has ended and the class of 2007 is in the barrel. Triggers will be pulled and rounds will go down range in a couple months. This is a time of year where a recruiter’s future will hang in the balance. It’s a well established mantra in the military recruiting realm that a high school program is the key to a recruiter’s success. Knowing the administrators, teachers, coaches, counselors, and custodial staff are important parts to that success. But, where the rubber meets the road is the students themselves. In my particular station we’re preparing to launch our first foray into the newly minted senior class.

I’m not a parent, but I deal with them a lot. I’ve seen first hand the emotions that a parent can feel when they’re confronted by the military talking to their child for the first time. For my experiences it has gone both ways. Some parents are eager to get their kids into the military. When I call they wake Johnny up and tell him to talk to me, or tell me to come by and put their kid in boots and out of their hair. Others are less enthuastic and are concerned that I’m trying to take their young from them, they challenge me to prove why their child should serve. Still others are repulsed by the “US Government” that appears on the caller ID and I’m greeted with threats of violence to my person before I can even identify myself.

In my area the first attempt to contact will be starting soon. A mail out has been prepared that will go to all seniors in our schools identifying the school’s assigned recruiter, as well as listing some of the benefits of the Army and the Army Reserve. This may be a wake-up call for some parents so I figured I’d use my kindly provided pulpit to explain a couple of things, and maybe correct some misconceptions.

It’s the job of a recruiter to contact high school seniors. We’re required to do so, and we’re required to do so about three times. Once at the beginning of the year, again in the middle, and finally at the end prior to graduation. If you tell us “no” we won’t keep calling. We will keep calling though if you never answer the phone, or if you keep hanging up on us when you do answer.

Despite what someone may think all the services are not connected. We don’t share lists. This is frustrating to you as the senior/parent and me as the recruiter. You may tell the Marine recruiter “no” and the next day the Army recruiter will call. Don’t be upset that you’re getting another recruiting call a day after you just told one to leave you alone. I do empatize with your plight, between the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, Coast Guard, and the Reserve and Guard forces for all services you’re looking at a lot of “no”. All I ask is that you treat us as kindly as we will treat you.

We don’t know your child from Adam. If your child is disabled or special needs, just tell us and we’ll leave you alone. And, God forbid, they died, you have our deepest sympathies, but we didn’t realize it when we called. We’re not trying to bring up painful memories.

Your child may have different desires than you. Just because you don’t want your child to join doesn’t mean you child doesn’t want to, or at least isn’t curious. Have an open mind and at least discuss it with your younin’. If you’re still not interested, let us know.

We are able to help. All people who enlist into the Army are eligible for $4,500 a year in tuition assitance, most will be eligible for the GI Bill that can help with at least $30,000 for post high school education. It’s a rare family who can totally dismiss $39,000 for college. Even through the Reserve you’re still looking at $30,000 to help with an education.

It’s an interesting time for recruiting. We’re moving into five years of a volunteer force in an active war. It’s a challenege that’s been met for the most part. Despite a constant barrage of the horrors of combat, and a lack of reporting on the good deeds conducted, and made possible, by the men and women fighting the fight, people still continue to sign up. The plan of Al-Qaeda, our enemy, to win is to generate enough ill-will and bad-press so as to break the back of our country. The unwilling (hopefully) complicity of some major media in that plan hasn’t succeeded because of the grassroots efforts of veterans, the troops themselves, and those who support them.

Recruiting in the time is a challenge, and it’s a challenge for which I didn’t volunteer (“detailed” is a nice way of saying “dragged kicking and screaming”). But it’s a fight that is almost as important as the ones being fought overseas. When my recruiting class graduated we were graced to have CSM Michelle Jones, the Command Sergeant Major of the United States Reserve, as our keynote speaker. During her address she told us to view our time in recruiting as our deployment. That without NCOs going out and finding the next Soldiers, team leaders, squad leaders, even sergeants major any progress made in the War on Terror would be for nought. I do believe in what I do as a recruiter. I hope that some day, 20 years from now, I’ll be reading the Army Reserve magazine and recognize some 1SG or SGM as someone I enlisted. Assuming I can still remember by own name 20 years from now that is.

Anyway, parents of high school students, please be aware that the time for your children to be adults is coming. Recruiters really are just doing our duty. We’d like you to help us while we help your progeny.

As an aside, I typed this on the laptop and it has a picky space bar. If a word runs together I’m going to blame it on my equipment, not that I’m a moron who can’t type.

Memo: Reciprocity

To: Amnesty International, the IRC, Human Rights Watch and other professional international worry-warts
From: Sgt Mom
Re: The Treatment of POWS:

1. So, once the oozing layers of condescension and spurious moral equivalence are wiped off, this guardian of the imprisoned and mal-treated is on the record as condemning the treatment of Privates Menchaca and Tucker. Ummm. Yeah. Thanks. Heaps. I am sure their families will be really appreciative of your concern. You probably will want to remove them from your mailing lists for the immediate future, though. Don’t thank me for this bit of advice, I live to serve.

2. I am sure the above-named parties would have been assiduous, tireless, noisy, and above all, effective in protecting the basic rights of all Americans, military and otherwise, who were taken captive by insurgents, free-lance Jihadists, Talibanis, Baathists… or whatever we call the gentlemen with the mad enthusiasm for the “Religion of Peace”, depending on the week, and the location. Oops— they would have been, should those various captives have… you know… lived long enough, after having been taken captive.

3. Tortured, decapitated, eviscerated, mutilated to the point of having to resort to DNA analysis to make a positive ID… sort of puts that whole panties on the head, dog-leash, kinky humiliation games, locked up in Guantanamo and having your Koran flushed in the crapper into a whole ‘nother perspective, doesn’t it? Reminds you of what you were all about, once upon a time? Maybe? Just a teensy bit?

4. Frankly, I rather think your dilemma as regards this matter may be rather short-term: it’s pretty well acknowledged among military circles that there is no surrender in this war. There just is not. There is a Marine axiom to the effect that an enemy may kill you with your own weapon, but they’d have to beat you to death with it, because it had better be empty. One way or another, there will be no American POWs. No retreat, no surrender.

5. And after this episode, there may not be many of the insurgents taken prisoner, either. Think on that, gentlemen; think on WWII in the Pacific theater, once it got around what kind of treatment the Japanese accorded to prisoners. Surrender was neither offered, nor accepted. You might be able to work up some sort of retroactive campaign about this brutal disregard of human rights, but you might want to hurry, since most of the participants are well into their third quarter-century.

6. Thanks for your expressed concern, though. We shall take it into active consideration. (Which is military code for thrown into the recycle bin, wadded up, and with great force.)

Sincerely
Sgt. Mom

PS—a note to the usual commenters, you know who you are. Please consider very carefully, any response you may make to this post. This is a matter I feel deeply and personally about, ever since my daughter told me about the conference she and the other female Marines had at their base in Kuwait, after the capture of the Army convoy which contained Pvt. Jessica Lynch, and other female Army personnel. Please do not try to provoke me on this issue, I will delete the comment without a backwards look, and if I am sufficiently offended, I will blacklist the commenter. Word to the wise, chaps, word to the wise.

Later: Additional words from New Sisyphus, via Rantburg and Daily Pundit.

WMD In Iraq…

…well…kind ofsort ofin a way…obviously violates UNSCR 687 . I wouldn’t be doing the “liberals are such idiots” happy dance just yet. It’s like 500 shells of old crap. If the report gets fully declassified and we find out there’s all sorts of newer stuff that we weren’t told about, then I’m going to be scratching my bald noggin a lot wondering what the hell they were thinking not releasing this? If this is another case of intelligence folks playing, “Mine-mine-mine, alllllll mine!” they’re just screwed.

If it had been anyone but Senator Rick Santorum I might care a bit more but he’s one of those politicians that just annoy me with their way of believing that they know what’s best for us. I don’t care if it’s the “anti-smoking nazis” or the “you must eat better nazis” or the “my religion says this so you must all believe it nazis,” they just make my teeth itch.

I’ve said it before though…I was pissed that we didn’t take Saddam out back in ’91, ya know, when we still had a LOT of people in uniform. The WMD thing was just a very small part of it for me.

Rafts

Bill Whittle, author of some of my favorite essays, has a preview of his book, An American Civilization, over at Eject! Eject! Eject!

So where are we?

Islamicist terror masters are about to go nuclear, and an army of foreign nationals are flooding over the border. Liberals haven’t had a new idea since the National Health Card, Conservatives would lose the next election if they ran unopposed, Western birthrates are plummeting, lawlessness is rampant, everywhere you look the seams are starting to crack, and above it all sits an Imperial Congress riddled with corruption, stone-deaf to the howls of public outrage, and looking very tender indeed at the merest thought of being held accountable for anything. Why, it’s calamity enough to put you in mind of Shakespeare:

Now is the Winter of our Discontent, made more of a Bummer by these Sons of Pork…

Go read all of it.

Caption This One Winners (060616)


(U.S. Air Force photo/Staff Sgt. Candy Knight)

1.) Sgt Fluffy: “We found Muldar sir.”
2.) Adjustah: “After an alleged DUI, MP’s arrest and search Voltron.” (Boyo loved this one.)
3.) Andrew V.: “Mr. Hoffa, are you in there?”

Back again on Friday.

The Adventures of Max (060618)

Max had a good first night for the most part. We got a big ol’ wire kennel for him for when we’re out of the house and for bedtime. This is NOT cruel to animals. The folks at the shelter recommended it and everything I’ve read says it’s the best way to relieve seperation anxiety for your dogs. He’s got a safe place to just flop and it gives Gypsy cat a break from having to avoid him.

We originally had the kennel in the living room but he cried so loud and started howling that I moved it into our bedroom for now. He settled right down. After I got up and fed Gypsy, I took him out in the backyard so he could relieve himself and he got tons of praise for waiting his turn. The thing about kenneling, is that a dog won’t mess in his “den.” He’s happy having his own space. You’re happy that he isn’t peeing on the rug. Pretty good for a hundred bucks and some change worth of steel, plastic and wool (pad for the bottom).

After we came back in, I had my coffee and then got the leader out for our first long walk of the day. Dogs that are his size and his high energy level, must have a lot of exercise or they’ll bounce off the walls. I don’t think I’m going to have any problems getting rid of the extra pounds that I’ve wanted to lose. Once I get my time down on the mile and a half, I’m thinking I’m going to build up to about five miles a day on the days I’m running. I don’t think I’ll wear Max out and he looks like he’s going to be an amazing running partner. He doesn’t heel too well yet, but I’m sure he’s going to catch on pretty quickly.

When I was mowing the lawn this morning, (yeah, it might be Father’s Day, but he base yard Nazis don’t care) Max was whining at the door. Beautiful Wife thought he might need to pee again so she brought him out. Nope didn’t need to pee, wanted to follow me back and forth across the lawn. Somehow I’ve become his primary human. Part of me thinks that it’s because I moved the kennel, the other part may have been the bit of beef jerkey I slipped him this morning.

He’s not eating much. He nibbles his kibble even after a long walk. I’m not sure if he got shoved aside at the shelter or if he’s still not sure about his surroundings or what’s going on. We’ll keep an eye on him though.

Gypsy has finally come out from under the bed, but is spending most of her time in the cupboard above the refridgerator or on the top “limb” of her “cat tree.” Max whines at her now and then, but isn’t getting too close.

And that’s Max’s day on this Father’s Day. A pretty good present all the way around.

Meet Max

With Miko the Grey now assumed to be either “adopted by a nice family” or fox food, we decided to jump right back into the pet frey and adopt another pet. I’ve wanted a dog for as long as I can remember, but I’ve always had cats. I’ve dog-sat when and where ever possible and I like dogs. I’ve been blessed with friends who have let me borrow their dogs when life sucked. There’s nothing like the trust and love that a dog can give you

Mom’s experience with the Lesser Weevil and Spike gave me the confidence to think that we could do a dog with our less than friendly old female tabby. Three hours in and so far so good. Max (Maximum Dawg) seems to want to make friends but Gypsy is having none of it and has given Max a couple of full claw swipes at Max’s nose. Max seems disappointed, but is giving Gypsy a wide berth. He’s nothing if not smart. Two swipes across the nose and he’s had quite enough.

Max is a Blue Heeler that we rescued from our local animal shelter. That’s how we get our animals. Either folks are moving and have to get rid of a pet, or we get down below our two animal quota and get one from the animal shelter. I don’t buy purebreeds from puppy or kitten factories. I doubt anyone in my family has ever bought an animal from a store. Both my parents grew up on farms so the idea of a purebred cat or dog is kind of ridiculous where we come from.

Max was our second choice but I’m okay with that. Our first choise was Lady, a 3 year old pure pit bull with the sweetest personality of any dog I’ve every met. But…we live on base. Base regs are pretty specific in their prejudice against dogs “of a certain kind.” Because of assholes who have trained their pitbulls and rottweillers to be vicious brutes instead of loyal companions, there are even some towns that don’t allow dogs “of a certain kind.”

When Max (then named PupDog) came into the “get acquainted room” he basically jumped in my lap, then Beautiful Wife’s lap, and then he practically knocked Boyo off his chair cleaning his face. This is a dog that knows how to suck up. What caught our eye about him was that in a kennel full of barking dogs that were losing their minds jumping around begging and barking “oooh-ooh–ooooh, pick me, pick meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” Max was very calmly following us and waiting for pets and scratches.

For now we’re going to have to do at least two good long walks a day. Heelers are high energy dogs and if you don’t, they’ll bounce off the ceiling. When we can afford it better, we’ll get a fence for the yard so he can run around. We’ve been watching Dog Whisperer though and from what I can tell, walks are magic on dogs. That’s how they know they’re dogs and they don’t get confused about becoming human.

Now you know I’m a cat person as well. Don’t worry, Gypsy will still be first cat in our house, but right now it’s her choice to go pout in our room instead of coming to get some lap time. That and the bed will be off limits to the dog. Max will sleep in his kennel. Not because we’re mean, not because we love our stuff more than him, but because that’s what dog people I’ve known forever says is good for them. It gives them their place to chill.

I’ll keep you posted on our adventures. Now I can cat and dog blog. I think we need a new category.

Almost forgot. He’s neutered. We had him chipped immediately for an additional $15 and he’s wearing a collar with our phone numbers and address on it. Our cost from the shelter for him? $35.00. That’s thirty five. Pure breeds from pet stores? Haven’t seen one for less that $150 since we started looking last year.