USMC Reputation Completely Ruined

I have nothing but the utmost respect *snicker* *snort* for the United States Marine Corps, but it would appear that an organization which for over 200 years has defeated every enemy they have ever faced may have finally been done in by a blonde bimbo best known for her quickie marriages and even quicker divorces.


Oh, it is too early in the morning to have coffee coming out of your nose.

Of course the bad guys can't shoot at you when they are rolling on the ground holding their sides with tears streaming out of their eyes. On the other hand, they may finally be convinced that the Marines are truly batsh*t crazy and it's best to leave them alone.

Striking Fear Into The Heart of the Taliban

This is what those brave jihadists fear more then anything on earth.


A collection of photos of our female Marines in Afghanistan is here.

When Tearing Pages Out of the Koran Is Acceptable

This is the face of the enemy we are fighting and the tactics they employ. The left in this country, who no doubt has been the source of amusement and entertainment of the Taliban and their ilk, just can't seem to be bothered with recognizing this aspect of the wonderful religion of peace.

From 3- and 4-year-olds used as human shields or to gather spent cartridges, to teenagers offered motorcycles for planting roadside bombs, children are being used more and more to fight Americans here, Marines say.

“We’ve seen children actually dropping mortar rounds in the (firing) tubes against us,” says Lt. Col. Michael Manning, commander of the 1st Battalion, 2nd Marine Regiment that is rotating home after seven months in this hilly northern district of Helmand province.

“I’ve never seen a culture that cares so little for human life. They [The Taliban] truly don’t care unless it impacts their own personal family,” says Manning, who has lost 13 Marines and seen 127 wounded since March.

When will the media and the progressives in this country who fancy themselves better then everybody else cause they have some sort of imaginary "moral high ground" finally come to grips the truth on the ground? They are being used, but I guess just like every other addict until they can admit they have a problem they can't begin the road to recovery. The addiction in this case is their blind allegiance to promoting a socialist agenda.

Speaking of addicts.

At a remote firebase east of here, a squad leader, Sgt. John Ellis, says he found children selling heroin dosages wrapped in torn pages of the Koran in the village streets.

Sort of makes all that hoopla last week over the minister, who is a fool, with his little stunt seem nothing more then a crisis fabricated for our western consumption with our newsreader overlords vastly over-inflating the story.

Here is a little test for you. See if you can spot the good guys and the bad guys in these photos.



How is that view from your moral high ground? One side murders, maims, and tortures women and children while the other side offers themselves up as human shields to protect them.

Two Deaths, Two Types of Reporting

Locally we have suffered the deaths of two young men very close together, but what is telling is the media coverage of those deaths.

One a young Marine killed in Afghanistan the other a high school athlete killed in a senseless act of domestic violence.

Guess which one is getting more coverage.

The Marine was PFC Jason Estopinal who was part of the recent offensive going on in Marjah, Afghanistan. He was performing duties clearing the IED's in and around the town when he was killed by one of them. I believe ABC has some video footage of the incident, although I can not be sure that this is the same incident which claimed the young man's life.



Here is a local video report on the Marine.

PFC Estopinal's death brings home the fact that we are still engaged in a very deadly war in Afghanistan, and because it no longer suits the media's purposes to report on it, or maybe they have just tired of it, it doesn't make it any less real for the families of those who are serving.

The death of the other young man is equally tragic but I do get put out by the amount of ink devoted to the death of a high school athlete versus that of our fighting men and women. The reporting of the Marine amounts to little more then an obituary while the athlete's entire life and social network and everything he has done since being potty trained is reported on.

'We Are Coming Home'

I want to share with you the words of a Marine, LTC Patrick Cashman. This is from an update he sent to the families back in the states as they began their redeployment back home.

"Sometime tonight our first main body flight should be departing Manas Air Force Base in Kyrgyzstan enroute to Hawaii. They will be followed, hopefully in short order, but the remainder of our main body flights as we return home. We are making every effort to communicate with our personnel in Kaneohe to provide as up to the minute information as possible regarding flight manifests and times. Occasionally higher priority missions result in reassignments or flight changes, please be assured that we will make every effort to get that information to Kaneohe for distribution as quickly as possible.

This is a bit of an odd update I’m afraid. It isn’t my intention to talk about Afghanistan or our mission here, but instead to address just what incredible men your Marines and Sailors are. I doubt that I will ever be able to express the extent of the respect and admiration I have for your loved ones in this Battalion. I can use words like dedication, courage, honor but in the end words don’t quite cut it. So let me tell you what I have seen:

I saw a LCpl bring in his buddy’s gear following a horrible IED strike and practically beg to go back out so he could get back in the fight.

I saw a Marine leaning out over the edge of a roof in the middle of a firefight, leaving himself in the open purposefully in order to tempt a enemy RPG shooter to break cover in order to end him.

I’ve seen numerous Marines standing a lonely post in the pre-dawn hours, keeping watch carefully and correctly even though no one would know if they cut a corner, but doing it right because they were responsible for their buddies’ lives.

I watched a Sailor calmly grab his gear and run out in the open to a casualty who needed him, he never asked “How bad is he hurt?” or “How much enemy fire is there?”, the only thing he asked was “Where’s the casualty?” then he went. Because Corpsmen always come when they are needed, always.

I watched 19 and 20 year old men, who a mere few years before were undoubtedly typical self centered teenagers, earnestly try to make a young child who has only known poverty and war smile. I even saw a very imposing Marine in this Battalion who, frankly, scares the heck out of me, see a little girl off to the side of a group of kids with nothing in her hands so he very seriously went around saying “Somebody give me a teddy-bear, who has a F-ing teddy bear?” until he found one and presented it to her. The only person there with a bigger smile than the little girl was the Marine. He then went right back to chewing on his squad to keep their dispersion and move faster.

I watched FST medical personnel try every desperate measure to keep a good Marine with us, to the point of opening his chest and massaging his heart for what seemed like an interminable time. At the same time I saw a line of Marines and Sailors and Soldiers forming outside to donate blood, we had enough donors to transfuse all of Hannibal’s elephants but they all wanted to do something and at that time the only thing they could do was give some of their blood.

I watched an NCO very patiently sum up all the complex nuances of counter-insurgency warfare to a young Marine while both were being pummeled with stones and physically knocking intruders off our wall from a mob threatening to breach the walls of our police station; “They want us to shoot them, so then they can make us all look like bad guys.” So we didn’t shoot, even though we had more than sufficient justification, and in the end what could have been a horrible incident broadcast around the world actually became a positive as the locals started talking about the restraint of “their Marines” and became angry with the rioters for their “un-Islamic” behavior.

I watched a Marine, with excruciating slowness and superhuman patience, lead an Afghan Policeman through a patrol brief. And I saw the pride in the ANP officer’s face when he lead his patrol out the entry control point, in his town and in front of his people, with the Marines trailing along behind in case he needed some help. I also saw an Afghan Policeman’s face when I told him that the Marines thought highly of him and had told me that “Spider” (his nickname) was a good guy to have alongside you in a fight. He sputtered a little bit then said something short and stared at me very intensely, the linguist told me “He says he is just so very proud that the US Marines think that”. Once Spider was sure that I understood that he meant it, he strutted away like he had just won the world’s highest honor. And perhaps he had.

I know that for the rest of my life I will cherish this period in which I had the honor to spend my days among such incredible men. And I know that it has been your sacrifices that have made it possible. I thank you for allowing me this time with your loved ones.

We are coming home."

His unit lost nine Marines and one sailor during their deployment.

Welcome Home!

26,000 Tons Of Hurt

The Navy's latest combat assault ship, the USS New York, is in New York City this week for it's commissioning on Saturday and the crew from Fox and Friends spent a very chilly morning out on the ship this morning giving us an overview of the ship and it's capabilities.

In summary it is a 26,000 ton ship with 7 1/2 tons of steel built into the bow that came from the World Trade Center. The ship was constructed in a shipyard in New Orleans, and the construction was interrupted by hurricane Katrina. It has a crew of 400 Navy personnel and can carry about 800 Marines anywhere in the world to deliver them to the fight. It has the capability to carry the latest Osprey aircraft as well as helicopters along with all the equipment the Marines would need to fight with, up to and including tanks.

In other words if this bad ass shows up in your neighborhood, I hope you have been good or else the Marines on board will be sure to punish the naughty.



For more videos from this morning's show go here.

Simply Awesome Happy Birthday USMC

GoDaddy gets it right. This is a must see video celebrating the 233rd birthday of the Marine Corps.

A Hero Has Left The Room

WWII vet who earned Medal of Honor at 17 dies
Jack Lucas, who at 14 lied his way into military service during World War II and became the youngest Marine to receive the Medal of Honor, died Thursday in a Hattiesburg, Miss., hospital. He was 80.

Lucas had been battling cancer. Ponda Lee at Moore Funeral Service said the funeral home was told he died before dawn.

Jacklyn "Jack" Lucas was just six days past his 17th birthday in February 1945 when his heroism at Iwo Jima earned him the nation's highest military honor. He used his body to shield three fellow squad members from two grenades, and was nearly killed when one exploded.

"A couple of grenades rolled into the trench," Lucas said in an Associated Press interview shortly before he received the medal from President Truman in October 1945. "I hollered to my pals to get out and did a Superman dive at the grenades. I wasn't a Superman after I got hit. I let out one helluva scream when that thing went off."

He was left with more than 250 pieces of shrapnel in his body and in every major organ and endured 26 surgeries in the months after Iwo Jima.

He was the youngest serviceman to win the Medal of Honor in any conflict other than the Civil War.

"By his inspiring action and valiant spirit of self-sacrifice, he not only protected his comrades from certain injury or possible death but also enabled them to rout the Japanese patrol and continue the advance," the Medal of Honor citation said.

In the AP interview, written as a first-person account under his name, he recalled the months he spent in a hospital.

"Soon as I rest up, I imagine I'll run for president," the story concluded. "Ain't I the hero, though?"

Big for his age and eager to serve, Lucas forged his mother's signature on an enlistment waiver and joined the Marines at 14. Military censors discovered his age through a letter to his 15-year-old girlfriend.

"They had him driving a truck in Hawaii because his age was discovered and they threatened to send him home," said D.K. Drum, who wrote Lucas' story in the 2006 book "Indestructible."

"He said if they sent him home, he would just join the Army."

Lucas eventually stowed away aboard a Navy ship headed for combat in the Pacific Ocean. He turned himself in to avoid being listed as a deserter and volunteered to fight, and the officers on board allowed him to reach his goal of fighting the Japanese.

"They did not know his age. He didn't give it up and they didn't ask," Drum said.

Born in Plymouth, N.C., on Feb. 14, 1928, Lucas was a 13-year-old cadet captain in a military academy when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.

"I would not settle for watching from the sidelines when the United States was in such desperate need of support from its citizens," Lucas said in "Indestructible." "Everyone was needed to do his part and I could not do mine by remaining in North Carolina."

After the war, Lucas earned a business degree from High Point University in North Carolina and raised, processed and sold beef in the Washington, D.C., area. In the 1960s, he joined the Army and became a paratrooper, Drum said, to conquer his fear of heights. On a training jump, both of his parachutes failed.

"He was the last one out of the airplane and the first one on the ground," Drum said.

He was diagnosed with a form of leukemia in April and spent his last days in the hospital with family and friends, including his wife, Ruby, standing vigil.

Thank you.

Via AP