Of Traitors and Cucks

So we hear about this subversive, treasonous little snot at West Point who’s proudly been parading around his love of Communism and support for everything and anybody who hates the Constitution that he’s sworn to uphold and protect against all enemies, foreign and domestic, the latter category being the one he most definitely belongs to.

And not a single one of the parade ground peacock “officers” at the Point did a damned thing about it?

Excuse the fuck out of us, over?

Let’s not even talk about the little commie shitbird, Rapone, for a minute, that deserves a chapter of it own. What WE want to know is why the everloving fuck is a single one of the useless cucked cowardly FUBARs in “command” at West Point still collecting a paycheck at this point?

They didn’t know? They didn’t know that one of their charges was a proud out and out commie subversive posting his treason on FacePalm and bragging about his being a domestic enemy of the Constitution for years? Have them fucking executed for criminal negligence and incompetence. They didn’t care? Have them fucking executed for criminal and treasonous dereliction of duty.

The. Fucking. End.

COL Schlichter has a great column about the rot at the top of what used to be the most patriotic, effective fighting force in the world, and you should read it, but he doesn’t go quite far enough.

As to Rapone, before any idiots start bleating about “rights”, you need to know that you don’t have any the moment you put on the uniform and raise your right hand. At that point you’ve issued a temporary waiver to those until such time as you leave the service. If that doesn’t suit your pampered, tit-sucking self, then feel free to seek a discharge, slink home with your tail between your legs, ring the bell or whatever the fuck you choose to call it, and your rights will be reinstated effective immediately.

But you can’t fucking have it both ways.

Yes, he should be immediately stripped of his unearned rank and unceremoniously kicked out of the armed forces with a dishonorable discharge, after having served hard time in Leavenworth for conduct unbecoming, of that there can be no doubt, but the same goes for every single motherhumping useless son of a hyena negligent bitch in the chain of command who failed to do THEIR duty while Baby Che was busy pissing all over the honor of our armed forces.

Every single last one of them. Stripped of all rank, privileges and pensions and kicked out with a dishonorable discharge.

Every. Single. Last. One.

And then, ONLY then, might we start thinking about turning our armed forces back into the elite force they used to be.

Thatisall.

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Looks Like the Cleaning Crew Has Been on Vacation as Well

Because, seriously, look at all of the dust around here!

Yes, His Imperial Majesty has been more than just a little bit absent and for that we apologize. We’ve not deserted the place or “given up” on it, this place means too much for us, not to mention how much all of YOU mean to us, which is really the most important part of it all, it’s just that life’s been a bit hectic around the palace. What, with economic issues, working entirely too many hours in the day to keep the utilities on or, at the very least, staunch the bleeding from our meager savings, and so on and so forth.

That, of course, has played a part. We do need, much as we hate to admit it, to sleep every once in a while.

But also because we’ve frankly become sick and tired of the insanity of it all. Everybody seems to have lost their shit, thrown a gasket, gone fishing, went around the bend etc., and dealing with The Daily Outrage™ every five minutes just gets so very… tiresome.

So we’ve spent a month just tuning out, mostly, from it all, and it felt good. There is only so much shouting into the wind you can do before you start wondering if you might not be better served by just holding your breath since what the hell difference does it make? Obviously mankind is too bloody terminally demented to recognize even the most basic of historically proven facts even if you beat them bloody upside the head with them until your arms grow tired so, again, what’s the point?

The point is, of course, that if nobody ever bothers to point out the obvious, even if the world doesn’t give a damn, then nobody gets to point out that “hey, we bloody well told you so, didn’t we?”

Not that THAT changes anything, but at least you can say you tried.

Well, we’ve tried for a decade and a half and we were getting tired.

But we’ll try for a decade and a half more, G-d willing, because we just simply can’t shut up.

How does it go again? “All it takes for evil to win is for good people to do nothing?”

But we guess even good people need a rest.

Rest taken, back into the fight.

Once we get our finances back under control again, but we’re hardly alone in struggling with that in this wonderful post-Obumfuck “Utopia” in which we live, so enough about that.

And, as we dive back into the “news” again, we find that there is much to be optimistic about.

For one, we normals, or “normies” as some have taken to call us, are winning the culture war, bigly. Finally. It may not look like it to some people, but that’s because they’re not paying attention. With every hysterical outburst from the increasingly desperate and deranged Prozi left, they’re losing and we’re winning, and they’re doing it all to themselves. Best part of it is that they’re not even aware of it, so they keep doubling down on stupid.

Take the NFL suicide. Whoever in “professional” football thought it would be a good business decision to deliberately piss off the one core demographic that pays their ridiculously inflated salaries ought to voluntarily submit to a lobotomy. They’d most likely be more intelligent after the procedure, even if it went horribly wrong and ended up destroying 85% of their brain tissue. Seriously, as somebody foreign born, we would like very much for somebody to teach us just what exactly the benefits of an MBA is, because so far we haven’t met anybody with that degree who has shown any signs of intelligence that they didn’t already have before they wasted their money on getting it.

We HAVE met, however, quite an extraordinary number of individuals with said degrees who showed just about the same amount of business acumen as your average garden snail.

Or Hollywood, and their insufferable, finger-wagging exhortations to vote the Prozi ticket 24/7. How has that helped Hollywood’s bottom line? Not very much, unless actual numbers and facts are lying to us, which we’re sure that the abnormal Prozi losers will be only too happy to tell us that they are. Every new “blockbuster” out of that Marxist farm team is a giant bomb at the box office and they’re only years away from bankruptcy unless they somehow, miraculously, gather enough neurons to muster an IQ above double digits and realize that nobody’s buying the shit they’re selling.

It certainly didn’t help the demented, alcoholic, brain-damaged old felon granny Felonia von Pantsuit get elected, did it?

Academia? Oh, it’s a mess to be sure, but with Berzerkeley and Mizzou reporting catastrophic drops in enrollment rates, just to name two, it looks like the Prozi “long march through the institutions” isn’t turning out quite the way they wanted it to turn out.

And don’t get us started on the Fakenews Media, who are posting layoff rounds more frequently than Anthony Weiner sends pictures of his tiny penis to elementary school students.

There is a lot of heartache going on in the Blogosphere about how President Trump isn’t doing enough to drown the swamp critters in DC, and we agree on pretty much all of that. We haven’t heard nearly enough of his trademark “YOU’RE FIRED” to suit our tastes and we, quite frankly, cringe with the rest of you, wondering why the hell he’s not rolling out the heavy artillery more often.

The thing is, he’s the President. He’s not G-d, or an Emperor, both of which his predecessor thought he was, and he’s playing by the rules. That’s not really a Bad Thing™, when you think of it. Sure, it would be awesome to see him show the same utter disregard for the rules as O-Jugears did and hoist the Prozi fascists on their own petard, but we’re not sure that would be nearly as effective as what he really IS doing.

Listen, the situation we find ourselves in didn’t come about overnight, it is the result of normal people not fighting the culture war for decades and allowing the Prozi fascists’ Long March™ to continue unimpededly. It took them and their Soviet paymasters and no, that is NOT a conspiracy theory, we’re quite familiar with the KGB’s methods during the Cold War (and so are you, if you ever bothered to listen to the defectors who laid it out plain to see for everybody) several decades to achieve the rot we’re in right now. It was really well played by them, we have to say, with the respect you owe an opponent who’d bested you.

It’s not just going to go away overnight. First we have to take back the culture, and then the rest will follow.

As the great Andrew Breitbart said again and again: Politics is downstream from culture. Those words are some of the smartest words we ever heard anybody ever utter.

And think what you like about President Trump, but he knows how to keep the culture war going and he knows how to win it.

The NFL brou-ha-ha? In the old days, it would have been a story running for a couple of days, insincere apologies would have been offered and the sheeple would have bought it and gone back to sleep. Thanks to his “irresponsible” tweets, it has been on the forefront of the news for weeks now and people are getting ever more outraged.

Call him an idiot again if you like and it makes you feel better, we just know that it’s working.

He’s throwing the Prozi hyenas bait on a daily basis that they can’t resist, forcing them to expose themselves on a daily basis as the America-hating, treasonous, deranged, dangerous imbeciles that they really are, and it’s working.

All the rest of us have to do is to keep up the drumbeat.

Have you provoked your neighborhood Prozi today? If not, get to it.

Every time they step on their own dicks because they can’t help themselves, they’re losing.

We’ve got this. Hold our beer.

Thatisall.

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Just a quiet reminder to the NK appeasers out there

The next time you or one of the members of your latte sipping, Clinton cunnilingus (slurp) crowd start teling us how Pres. Trump should “Give Kim what he wants and he will go away”?

Remember this

It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation
To call upon a neighbour and to say: –
“We invaded you last night–we are quite prepared to fight,
Unless you pay us cash to go away.”

And that is called asking for Dane-geld,
And the people who ask it explain
That you’ve only to pay ‘em the Dane-geld
And then you’ll get rid of the Dane!

It is always a temptation for a rich and lazy nation,
To puff and look important and to say: –
“Though we know we should defeat you, we have not the time to meet you.
We will therefore pay you cash to go away.”

And that is called paying the Dane-geld;
But we’ve proved it again and again,
That if once you have paid him the Dane-geld
You never get rid of the Dane.

It is wrong to put temptation in the path of any nation,
For fear they should succumb and go astray;
So when you are requested to pay up or be molested,
You will find it better policy to say: –

“We never pay any-one Dane-geld,
No matter how trifling the cost;
For the end of that game is oppression and shame,
And the nation that pays it is lost!“

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Father Vincent Capodanno

The following is a repost of the story of Father Vincent Capodanno that I originally wrote in 2007. Today is the 50th anniversary of his death and I felt it was fitting to retell his story. On Memorial Day 2017 the Archdiocesan phase of the Cause of Canonization of Father Capodanno was closed by Archbishop Timothy Broglio of the United States’ Archdiocese for Military Services. The cause now goes to the Congregation for the Causes of Saints.

There are currently seven chapels around the world named for Fr. Capodanno, including the one on Hill 51 in the Que Son valley that he himself helped build out of thatched palms and bamboo.

“So far Unsung Glory has been dedicated solely to heroes from The Long War since their stories have largely been ignored. But recently I came across a story of heroism from Vietnam that needed to be told.

Last Sunday at Mass a visiting priest (whom I believe was his self a vet) beautifully wove the Gospel reading into the service of veterans. He spoke eloquently of service to causes greater than ones self, commitment, duty, sacrifice; words which seek to define the ideals that so many vets have dedicated their lives to.

Then he had all of the veterans attending the mass stand to be recognized. After such an eloquent homily, there was a bit of hesitation, and quite a few elbows nudged into quite a few ribs (including Bangie Things into mine), but eventually we all rose. So there I stood with a dozen or so vets while the congregation applauded us. It was a humbling and moving experience and I was actually somewhat embarrassed by the accolades. After mass I made it a point to thank the priest, and as I shook his hand he reminded of my old Battalion Chaplain from 3rd Bn. 8th Marines, Father Dennis Rocheford.

In 1968 Fr. Rocheford was Lance Corporal Rocheford with Company A, 1st Bn. 1st Marines fighting in Hue City, Republic of Vietnam during the Tet Offensive. He was wounded twice in Vietnam, one bullet passing clean through his torso with out hitting any vital organs. The wound was scrubbed with surgical soap and bandaged, and L/Cpl Rocheford continued the march. During Tet Father Rocheford was the radio operator for Capt. Ray L. Smith, A Company commander. Capt. Smith had earned the nick name of “E-tool Smith” for killing three (some say five) NVA soldiers in hand to hand combat with an entrenching tool at Hue. Capt. “E-tool” Smith later became Col. “E-tool” Smith and was the regimental commander of the 8th Marines. When we pestered Father Rocheford about the veracity of our CO’s nick name, he just smiled and confirmed the details, elevating the Colonel to mythical status in our young eyes.

It was a status Father Rocheford shared as well. He was constantly in the field with us, joining us on every hump. Anytime there was a break, as we sat on our packs and nursed sore shoulders and even sorer feet, there was the ubiquitous Father Rocheford walking up and down our ranks, handing out candy from his cargo packets, bucking up our spirits, easing the pain of the welts left by 80 pound packs. His long suffering chaplains assistant (personal body guard is a better term, since he was armed whilst the priest wasn’t) kept pace, longing to join us sitting on the side of the road, resting our aching brogans. Despite the exhaustion on his face, he kept pace with the indefatigable Father. Although he was at least 20 years our senior, he routinely out marched us. We held him in awe, not only because he was a Vietnam vet and former infantryman, nor because of his physical endurance and stamina, or even because of the solemnity with which he ministered to our spiritual needs. We were in awe because he was one of us when he didn’t need to be. He could have stayed at Battalion HQ and no one would have thought any less of him. But instead he chose to be in the field with us grunts. He left the service in the early 90’s after The Gulf War. He rejoined on September 12th 2001 and is currently deployed in Iraq, his third war.

All of these memories of one of the finest men I have ever known came flooding back to me after that mornings mass and as I surfed the net that night I came across the story of Father Vincent Capodanno, Lt. USNR Chaplain Corps, and Vietnam Medal of Honor recipient. The coincidence was to much, and Father Capodanno’s story to compelling to ignore.

Only seven chaplains have ever been awarded the Medal of Honor. Father Capodanno earned his on Sept. 4th 1967 while serving as the battalion chaplain for 3rd Bn. 5th Marines during Operation Swift in Quang Tin province Vietnam.

Vincent Capodanno was born on February 13, 1929 in Richmond County NY, and grew up in a large Italian-American family on Staten Island. Graduating from Fordham University in 1949 he joined the Maryknoll Seminary in May of that year and was ordained a priest in June of 1948. He was a missionary in Taiwan and Hong Kong until 1965 when he saw the Vietnam War heating up. Realizing the need for chaplains he joined the Navy and was commissioned a Lieutenant in the US Navy Reserves on December 28, 1965, arriving in Vietnam in April of 1966.

He was assigned to the 7th Marines for his first tour, but when it was over he extended another 6 months and was assigned as the Battalion Chaplain for 3/5. During his tour Father Capodanno quickly earned a reputation as an infantryman’s chaplain. He was always in the field and would learn from the battalion intelligence officers which unit was likely to see the heaviest contact and make sure he was with them, often times incurring the wrath of the Battalion HQ staff who were very protective of him. There were after all only two chaplains in the entire Regiment. His ministry was non-denominational and open to Marines of all faiths, not just Catholics. Byron Hill, a Marine with Company M 3/5 recalled; “It was interesting. He never asked if I was Catholic, which at the time I was not. He did regularly offer me communion and his blessings, and believe me I welcomed the comfort he provided me. Father Capodanno was always there when he was needed, and I never knew a Marine in 3/5 who didn’t say how much they loved him…”

Father Capodanno regularly would share his salary, cigarettes, and rations and could always be counted on for a cold soda. He ensured that Marines who were forgotten when Christmas rolled around always received a gift through a relentless campaign he waged through friends back in the world. And when the hippie peace movement began to take a toll on the Marines morale, he reminded them of the nobility of their cause and of the evilness of the communist aggression they were fighting against. It was not long before Father Capodanno’s tireless efforts on behalf of his Marines earned him the nick name “The Grunt Padre”. On the night of September 3rd “The Grunt Padre” told Pete Morales, a Marine with H&S 3/5 that he was getting short, but that he intended on extending another 6 months. He said he loved his Marines and wanted stay where he was needed so much.

On September 4th 1967 the 3rd Battalion became heavily engaged with NVA forces outside the hamlet of Chau Lam. M Company was loading up on the choppers and everyone knew that there was a heavy fight going on. Ducking the Battalion HQ staff, Father Vincent grabbed his gear and rushed towards the waiting CH46’s. Doc Dave Magnenat, a corpsman with 3/5, saw him and for some reason he never understood asked him if he had forgotten a bible he had promised him. The priest said that he had indeed forgotten, ran back to his hooch and retrieved one for him. The doc tucked the bible away and wished the Father luck as he ran off to catch the last of the choppers heading into a Labor Day fight that would kill 15 Marines and wound 31 others that day alone.

3/5 soon became engaged with 2500 NVA soldiers, outnumbered 5 to 1. Every Marine that was there said that SWIFT was one of the toughest operations they had ever been in. It was in the middle of this fight that Father Vincent Capodanno would prove his love and devotion to his flock.

With the battle at it’s height Father Capodanno was constantly on the front line, tending to the wounded and ministering to the dying. When reports came in that the 2nd Platoon was about to be overrun, he left the relative safety of the company command post and ran across an open area raked with enemy fire to get to the beleaguered platoon. Disregarding the heavy enemy machine gun, automatic weapon and mortar fire he moved about the field administering the last rites and providing first aid to the wounded. When his right hand was partially severed by an enemy round he refused to be removed from the field. Moving from wounded to dead to wounded, he used his left hand to support his shattered right as he gave absolution to the wounded and dying.

Chaplains are easily identifiable on the battlefield, but mortar rounds are indiscriminate in their destruction. When a round landed close by, his arms and legs were peppered with painful shrapnel. He still refused medevac and instead with calm vigor he directed corpsmen to wounded men and continued ministering to his Marines, providing encouragement through his own valiant example.

Then he saw Doc Leal, a corpsmen who was treating a wounded Marine, go down. Despite his own wounds, he moved quickly, placing his self between the wounded corpsman and the line of enemy fire. Father Capodanno administered the Sacrament of the Sick to the wounded Marine while Doc Leal worked to save his life.

Fifteen yards away the same NVA gunner who had felled the corpsman lined his sights on Father Capodanno’s back. At fifteen yards he could not miss.

27 rounds tore through Father Vincent’s back, neck and head. The Grunt Padre fell dead along side the corpsman who was killed in the same burst of fire. They were both killed together, Father Capodanno giving the last rites to the wounded Marine, while Doc Leal worked to patch him up.

Jim Hamfeldt, a Marine there that day, says he wishes he could have taken those bullets instead. “But I would have had to stand in line for the chance because so many guys would have done the same thing”.

“I judge every one I know by this guy” Hamfeldt says. “He’s the most influential person in my life and that’s saying a lot.”

Jim Hamfeldt is not alone in that assessment. Father Daniel Mode, a chaplain who has served in Afghanistan, and who wrote the book “The Grunt Padre” chronicling Father Capodanno’s life and it’s aftermath, says that “Every month I get another story about some miracle that has occurred from knowing Father Capodanno.”

Father Vincent’s glory lies not just in his valiant and selfless acts that day, but in the way he lived every day, in the hundreds of souls he touched, and continues to touch, by his utter and complete devotion to God and to his fellow man. And there are plenty who believe he continues to watch over, bless, and protect them even today.

Father Vincent Capodanno, Lt., USNR CHC, was awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously on January 7th 1969. On May 21, 2006 the Vatican declared him a Servant of God, the first step towards canonization as a Saint.

Doc Magnenat still has the bible Father Vincent gave him before he boarded the chopper that bore him to his death. “I’ve used it a lot over the years. For the remainder of my military service it was the last thing into my sea bag and the first thing out. Wherever I went it had a place of honor and has always been available for anyone to read who desired to do so.”

Father Capodanno is buried in St. Peter’s Cemetery, Staten Island, New York.”

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No words. Just remember.

Sir Nicholas Winton who organised the rescue and passage to Britain of about 669 mostly Jewish Czechoslovakian children destined for the Nazi death camps before World War II in an operation known as the Czech Kindertransport. This video is the BBC Programme “That’s Life” aired in 1988. The most touching video ever. And whoever saves

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What Did You THINK Was Going to Happen?

We’re not going to go into much detail about the events of Charlottesville, at least not until we find out what actually happened, an unlikely occurrence to say the very least with the current monopoly of Prozis and Cucks in charge of the media. All we’ll do is ask, as in the headline: “What, exactly,

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Don’t be Google

So this guy at Google puts out a very polite, forelock-tugging, “pardon me for existing” internal memo, questioning the SJW fascist GroupThink policy (he words it much more politely), stating that the Prozi Gleichschaltungspolizei are promoting an oppressive, authoritarian workplace where people fear being fired for as much as talking about certain subjects. Google then

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Question for the day

Q: Whats the capital of Venezuela? A: About $1.25. I’d feel sorry for them, but… Nope. Got nothing. Fuck ‘em all.

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This…..is…just..WRONG

No I dont remember how I found it. No I dont know what else they made. I am not sure I want to know. Open thread.

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It’s Becoming Really Difficult to be a Good Christian These Days

But we’ll persevere. When we first heard the news that John McNoShame (D-ThanksAFuckloadArizona) actually had a brain (a prerequisite for the ailment he was just diagnosed with), our initial urge to rush to the keyboard and post something decidedly un-Christian was quite overwhelming. But we managed. Barely. With the aid of a half bottle of

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