Friday, July 2, 2010

The Americans Who Risked Everything - Rush H. Limbaugh, Jr.

As we prepare to celebrate the 234th Anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, The Flying Curmudgeon thought he might share a bit of the history surrounding that momentous event - history of which many may not be aware.

As poor as the American History instruction has become in many of our public schools and institutions of "higher learning," one would assume that most Americans are at least somewhat familiar with the names Thomas Jefferson, John and Samuel Adams, Benjamin Franklin.

These are four of the more well-known men, whose signing of the document which affirmed our God-given right to ", liberty, and the pursuit of happiness," we commemorate each July 4th.

But as another Independence Day celebration draws nigh, with all that that entails: hot dogs, hamburgers, and home-made ice cream, as well as stirring fireworks displays bursting high in a mid-summer night's sky, The Flying Curmudgeon thought it might be worthwhile to reflect on the stories of some of the not-so-well-known men who mutually pledged "...their lives, their fortunes, their sacred honor..." on that hot July day, so many years ago.

This speech, taken from Rush Limbaugh's website and reproduced in the July 2010 issue of The Limbaugh Letter, is a speech that Rush's father, Rush Limbaugh Jr., would regularly give on occasions such as the 4th of July. Thank's to Rush's generosity, The Flying Curmudgeon has linked to this marvelous, moving story, and offers it in honor of Independence Day, 2010, and in memory of all those, throughout our nation's history, who have "risked everything," so that all Americans might live in Freedom and Liberty.

God bless them, and God bless the United States of America.

The Americans Who Risked Everything - Rush H. Limbaugh, Jr.

Monday, June 28, 2010

"Where Have You Gone, Rahm Emanuel?"

Looks like Rahm Emanuel's days in the Obama White House are now officially numbered.

Though likewise from Chicago, Emanuel was never considered part of Obama's "inner circle," such as fellow Chicago-land denizens David Axelrod and Valerie Jarret. He was hired for his familiarity with Washington, his previous White House experience, (as one of Bill Clinton's closest advisors), and his ability to "get things done."

As chairman of the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee in 2006, for example, he was credited with helping wrest control of the House of Representatives away from the Republicans. By fielding candidates in conservative-leaning districts who were right of the mainstream Democrat party - later known as "Blue Dog" Democrats - by capitalizing on voter fatigue with Republican Party scandals and fiscal irresponsibility, and by riding the wave of voter frustration with President Bush and the War in Iraq, Emanuel helped take back the House for the Democrats, and set the stage for Barack Obama's election as President, two years later.

But in his success lay the seeds of his undoing.

The "Blue Dogs," by their very nature, had a tendency to buck the party establishment, especially Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi. During the Health Care Debate, Pelosi even suggested that the Blue Dogs should "Take One for the Team."

And in the end, the "Stupak Coalition" notwithstanding, that's exactly what they did. Of 253 House Democrats, only 34 - many of these in vulnerable seats - voted against the Health Care Bill. 219 voted for it.

All 176 House Republicans voted against.

The lesson here? There ARE no "moderate" or conservative Democrats anymore. Call them "Blue Dogs," "Yellow Dogs," or "Whatever Dogs," when it gets down to brass tacks, they are all Democrats -FIRST, LAST, and ALWAYS. As such, in the end they will all vote in lock-step with whatever their party masters tell them to.

However, Nancy Pelosi has a long memory, and she blames Emanuel for much of the grief his "Blue Dogs" have caused her as Speaker.

Couple that with the inherent ideological clash between Emanuel's more "pragmatic" style, and the "idealism" of Obama's inner circle, not to mention Emanuel's stated desire to spend more time with his kids, and his early departure from the Obama Administration was somewhat pre-ordained.

"Never let a crisis go to waste," he'd famously said, shortly after Obama was sworn into office.

With the economy still in tatters, with trillion dollar deficits as far as the eye can see, with 10% unemployment as the "New Normal" and no end to the recession in sight, with thousands of gallons of oil spewing into the Gulf of Mexico every day, with Islamic extremists relentlessly and continually trying to attack us, and with Iran on the verge of having nukes, whenever his departure may be, Rahm Emanuel can look back on this latest time in the White House and say, "Mission Accomplished."

To which The Flying Curmudgeon says, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."


Sunday, June 27, 2010

"Tomato, Tomahto, McCaffrey, McChrystal - Let's Call the Whole Thing Off"

"You say 'Tomato,' I say 'Tomahto,'
You say 'McCaffrey,' I say 'McChrystal,' 
'Tomato,' 'Tomahto,' 'McCaffrey,' 'McChrystal,'
Let's call the whole thing off."

Okay, that's not REALLY how the song goes.

But last week's brouhaha involving Gen. Stanley McCrystal reminded The Flying Curmudgeon about another dustup between a President and another Irish-American, U.S. Army general officer, the last time there was a Democrat in the White House.

One day back in 1993 - shortly after William Jefferson Clinton was sworn in as the nation's 42nd president - the Director of Strategic Plans and Policy, and Assistant to the Chairman, Joint Chiefs of Staff, (Gen. Colin Powell, Chairman), one Lt.Gen. Barry McCaffrey was strolling along the South Lawn of the White House, in uniform, when a female member of President Clinton's transition team approached.

As a West Point graduate, (Class of 1964), and a highly decorated officer and gentleman, when McCaffrey greeted the young woman in the customary fashion, she is said to have replied, "I don't talk to the military."

This "alleged" incident came on the heels of two other "alleged" Clinton White House imbroglios, one involving Chelsea Clinton's refusal to ride to school with one of the junior officers assigned to the Top Secret, White House basement communications center, when her regular Secret Service driver was unavailable, and the other, the "alleged" attempt by Hillary Clinton to ban military uniforms in the White House. In the first incident, the young Chelsea reportedly rebuffed the young Navy lieutenant with a terse, "We don't like the military in my house." (Gee, where could she possibly have learned something like that?). In the second, in keeping with their general disdain for all things military, Hillary Clinton, again "allegedly," floated the idea of banning military uniforms in the White House. After a predictable back-lash to this monumentally stupid idea, the Clintons denied ever having floated that particular trial balloon in the first place.

In the interest of fairness, a number of left-wing media outlet's have sought to debunk these claims. Among them, the following link is from a article that attempts to do just that.

(Aside: The Flying Curmudgeon cannot speak to Hillary's "alleged" attempt to ban uniforms at the White House. He'll have to let others address that. However, back in 1998, when TFC was still a member of the U.S. Navy Reserves, he attended a Navy school in San Diego, during which one of his fellow classmates confirmed that one of his close friends had been the Navy lieutenant in question, and confirmed the basic gist of the story. Though it's been twelve years, TFC seems to recall that these two officers had served together at the Naval Weapons Station in Dahlgren, Virginia.

To be clear, The Flying Curmudgeon HAS NO INDEPENDENT INFORMATION to corroborate this "alleged" incident. Nevertheless, this classmate from the Navy school TFC attended in 1998 - ironically, during the same time that the Clinton impeachment hearings were being held - was emphatic in the story's telling, and at the time, your humble correspondent had no reason to doubt its veracity. And, should it be necessary, the class roster should be easy enough to obtain, with a list of active and reserve assignments. A cross check of officers assigned to the White House communications center during the period in question, the Naval Weapons Station, Dahlgren, Virginia, and the class roster from FITCPAC, San Diego, California, during Nov/Dec 1998, should produce the necessary name(s) verification.

BTW, another classmate at the time was the chief legislative aide to a senior Republican U.S. senator who has since retired, and should be able to vouch for conversations with your humble correspondent re: this issue, as well as other issues pertaining to his capacity as this Senator's aide, should it be necessary.

The reader will have to take all this for what it's worth.)

Getting back to the topic at hand, in the wake of the above "alleged" incidents, Clinton's closest advisors, including then-Chief of Staff Mack Mclarty, Clinton's childhood friend from Hope, Arkansas, James Carville, and George Stephanopolous knew they needed to do something to quell the rapidly growing rift with the military, before it spun out of control.

In those early days of what would become the first of Clinton's two terms, before the famously undisciplined Mclarty was replaced as White House Chief of Staff by former California Congressman Leon Panetta - who brought a much-needed level of "adult supervision" to the Clinton White House - it was considered "quality time" with the President if one could be scheduled to go jogging with the fast-food loving "Bubba."

So, lo and behold, shortly after the "alleged" South-Lawn dissing, who is Bill Clinton seen jogging with in Vancouver, British Colombia, one morning in April of '93, while Clinton was in Canada for his first face-to-face with Russian Premier Boris Yeltsin?

None other than Lt. Gen. Barry McCaffrey, United States Army.

At the time, The Flying Curmudgeon had said to himself, "Gee, wouldn't it have been interesting to have been a bird perched on a tree limb, as these two came jogging by?" The conversation must have gone something like this:

"General, play ball with me, and in six months when the furor dies down in the press, I'll see that you get your fourth star, and a major command."

Well, as anyone who knows anything about the military is aware, one does not get to flag rank without being able to play the political game. And, as rumors were swirling around at the time, the whole reason McCaffrey had been at the White House in the FIRST place was because he didn't get along with Joint Chiefs Chairman, Gen. Colin Powell. So McCaffrey had been sloughed off to the White House, to serve as a "special liaison" from the JCS.

Smelling an opportunity, and, (as it turned out), being a good, life-long Democrat himself, McCaffrey did what he'd been told, and kept his mouth shut about the whole "alleged" affair. Six months later, just as Bill Clinton had predicted, it was announced in the press that Lt.Gen. Barry McCaffrey would be getting his fourth star and command of U.S. Southern Command in Panama. Next came a job as the head of the Office of National Drug Control Policy: Clinton's Drug Czar. At last report, McCaffrey was enjoying a rather lucrative, post-government career as a consultant for NBC, and as a public speaker.

Fast forward seventeen years.

Another Democrat is now president. And another Army, senior flag-officer with an Irish name finds himself in the center of a political storm.

Following an ill-advised interview with the left-wing Entertainment rag, Rolling Stone, the aforementioned Gen. McChrystal has been relieved of his command as the head of all U.S. and NATO forces in Afghanistan. In a ramblingly cynical screed - complete with the usual, obligatory profanities, de rigeur for the magazine which has had, in recent years, less to do with music, and more to do with its publisher, Jann Wenner's, increasingly radical, Far-Left politics - the author, Michael Hastings, shows his gratitude for the exclusive access he was granted by Gen. McChrystal and his staff by writing the following:

The next morning, McChrystal and his team gather to prepare for a speech he is giving at the École Militaire, a French military academy. The general prides himself on being sharper and ballsier than anyone else, but his brashness comes with a price: Although McChrystal has been in charge of the war for only a year, in that short time he has managed to piss off almost everyone with a stake in the conflict. Last fall, during the question-and-answer session following a speech he gave in London, McChrystal dismissed the counterterrorism strategy being advocated by Vice President Joe Biden as "shortsighted," saying it would lead to a state of "Chaos-istan." The remarks earned him a smackdown from the president himself, who summoned the general to a terse private meeting aboard Air Force One. The message to McChrystal seemed clear: Shut the fuck up, and keep a lower profile.

The funny part of the above is the fact that, prior to this meeting, according to McChrystal himself, President Obama had spent exactly 10 minutes with his top general for Afghanistan, in a meeting one of McChrystal's aides characterized as a "photo op."

A few sentences later, Hastings writes:

When Barack Obama entered the Oval Office, he immediately set out to deliver on his most important campaign promise on foreign policy: to refocus the war in Afghanistan on what led us to invade in the first place. "I want the American people to understand," he announced in March 2009. "We have a clear and focused goal: to disrupt, dismantle and defeat Al Qaeda in Pakistan and Afghanistan." He ordered another 21,000 troops to Kabul, the largest increase since the war began in 2001.

What Hastings FAILS to mention in this attempt to make Obama appear tough is the fact that the 30,000 troops he EVENTUALLY agreed to send were 10,000 fewer than McChrystal had requested, and then, only after months and months of dithering over the decision. Dithering no doubt engaged in, as Obama and his Chicago consiglieres attempted to gauge the potential fall-out from their left-wing base, prior to rendering a decision.

If it weren't so tragic for our nation, and disastrous for those in harm's way, it would almost be funny to watch another Democrat president twist in the wind, as he struggles to reconcile a deep-seated revulsion for - and lack of interest in - foreign affairs and all things military, and his responsibilities as Commander-in-Chief. Michael Dukakis wearing a helmet, and sitting in a tank, anyone?

The whole sorry affair begs the question, just how many U.S. troops died needlessly, while Obama vacillated in making a decision?

Shades of LBJ choosing targets in Vietnam? Hmmm?
"Hey! Hey! LBJ. How many kids did you kill today?"

Perhaps an updated version might go something like this:
"Hey! Hey! Barack Obama. How many caskets d'ya send home to Mama?"

More from Hasting's piece:

In March, McChrystal traveled to Combat Outpost JFM – a small encampment on the outskirts of Kandahar – to confront such accusations from the troops directly. It was a typically bold move by the general. Only two days earlier, he had received an e-mail from Israel Arroyo, a 25-year-old staff sergeant who asked McChrystal to go on a mission with his unit. "I am writing because it was said you don't care about the troops and have made it harder to defend ourselves," Arroyo wrote.

Within hours, McChrystal responded personally: "I'm saddened by the accusation that I don't care about soldiers, as it is something I suspect any soldier takes both personally and professionally – at least I do. But I know perceptions depend upon your perspective at the time, and I respect that every soldier's view is his own." Then he showed up at Arroyo's outpost and went on a foot patrol with the troops – not some bullshit photo-op stroll through a market, but a real live operation in a dangerous war zone.

After reading the entire piece, the first thing that popped into TFC's head was, "What the HELL were you guys thinking? Rolling Stone? Are you serious? How could you guys, admittedly some of the "best and the brightest" our country and military has to offer, have been so unbelievably tone-deaf as to agree to letting a guy like Hastings tag along?

They might as well have given an interview to the Village Voice, for crying out loud.

For someone as accomplished and politically astute as McChrystal obviously is, one would have thought he understood the chance he was taking allowing a reporter from such an avowed left-wing publication as Rolling Stone to "embed" with he and his staff. Someone on that staff obviously failed to do his due diligence where Hastings was concerned. Did anyone even bother doing a Google search for any of his previous work?

Apparently not.

What, then, COULD he have been thinking? Was it arrogance? Hubris? A combination of the two?

Then again, as he admitted in the article, McChrystal voted for Obama. Though he doesn't get into his political beliefs aside from the fact that he "pulled the lever" for Obama for President, maybe he is as staunch a Democrat as Gen. McCaffrey, and had designs on a post-government career akin to McCaffrey's, when he finally retired from the Army.

(TFC will make a prediction here. That retirement just got a whole lot closer.)

Maybe this is payback for helping to inflict Obama on the rest of us who DIDN'T vote for him.

Who knows?

The sad part of this story - which was also true of Gen. McCaffrey and Bill Clinton two decades ago - is that regardless his personal politics, Gen. McChrystal served his country with great distinction for thirty years, and the truth remains, the current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is not worthy to shine his shoes.

It's an unfortunate confluence of fate and politics - and a strong argument for requiring some kind of American History/Civics test prior to allowing people to vote - that such utterly unqualified men like Bill Clinton and Barack Obama, who disdain everything that the uniform of the United States military represents, should ever be allowed to be Commander in Chief.

Every generation or so, we are reminded how dangerous it is when a Democrat is elected President. In the past, we've always been able to recover from the damage they've inflicted before it's too late.

With the unbelievable amount of damage Barack Hussein Obama has managed to inflict on this wonderful country in less than two years - both on the domestic and foreign policy fronts - The Flying Curmudgeon fears that this time, it might be too late.

God save the United States of America.


Saturday, June 26, 2010

Congress Shall Make No Law...

"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances."
- the First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States

Does THIS look like a government that is upholding the First Amendment rights of its citizens?

Can you imagine what would be happening now, if these were MUSLIM evangelists trying to proselytize Christians? Lawsuit city.

How have we come to a place in this country where Sharia law trumps the Constitution of the United States of America?

Wake up, America! Think it can't happen here?

It's already happening.


Friday, June 25, 2010

The Greatest Generation: VJ Day in Honolulu - 14 August 1945

The Flying Curmudgeon found this great video and had to share it.

From those of us who are living in this wonderful country, and enjoying the fruits of your sacrifice: Thank you.

May we not squander the precious gift of Liberty you have given us.


VJ Day, Honolulu Hawaii, August 14, 1945 from Richard Sullivan on Vimeo.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

The Decline and Fall of Algore

Poor Al Gore. Always a bridesmaid, and never a bride.

After serving for eight years in the shadow of William Jefferson Clinton, (and, of course, having to check for stray bodily fluids, prior to sitting down with the 42nd President inside the "Oval Orifice"), when it came time for his shot at top billing back in 2000, Albert Arnold "Al" Gore Jr. was ultimately unable to seal the deal with the voters.

And so he joined a rather short, ignominious list of former Vice-Presidential, Presidential also-rans who were unable to move up to the top spot:

Henry Wallace (FDR's VP, lost the 1948 general election); Hubert Humphrey (LBJ's VP, lost the 1968 general election): Walter Mondale (Jimmuh Carter's VP, lost the 1984 general election).

For those other, former vice-presidents, as for Al Gore, the knowledge that MOST former VPs who try for the top slot eventually achieve it must have been an especially bitter pill to swallow.

And let's face it, being the Vice-President is not exactly a glamour gig.

The Flying Curmudgeon's memory escapes him, but didn't someone once say that the only thing the vice-presidency was good for was attending state funerals?

As for the current holder of that august position, Vice President Joseph "That's Just Joe" Biden, thanks to some former staffers of the former commanding general for Afghanistan, Gen. Stanley McChrystal, he will forever be known by his new moniker: Vice President "Bite Me."

All of the "Civilian-Control-Over-the-Military" issues aside, in the immortal words of Larry the Cable Guy: "That's funny, right there. I don't care who you are."

Getting back to Algore - one can't help but wonder what would have happened had Dan Blather NOT called Florida early on election night 2000?

As much of the pan-handle of Florida is in the Central Time Zone, at the time of the 2000 election, some political pundits noted that there was a distinct possibility that many of those western Florida voters (read: disproportionately military, and likely REPUBLICAN voters) may have decided NOT to go to the polls, following the esteemed FORMER CBS anchor's calling Florida for Gore.

Imagine that. Coincidence? To coin a phrase, "The Flying Curmudgeon reports - YOU decide."

Also, one has to wonder just how many absentee ballots, (again, read as: deployed military overseas, likely REPUBLICAN votes) were disqualified by the army of democrat lawyers who descended on the state, within hours of Al Gore's challenging the vote count.

Sadly, The Flying Curmudgeon submits had these two things NOT occurred, the likely outcome of the Florida recount wouldn't have even been close. However, just like the mystery surrounding just who WAS behind JFK's assassination, as long as there is a Left and a Right in this country, the controversy surrounding Bush-Gore 2000 will continue into perpetuity.

But contrary to what most Bush haters would have us believe - and still refuse to admit - under every recount, even those commissioned by the likes of The New York Times and The Washington Post, Bush won. The irony is, before the 2000 election the mantra coming from Al Gore's camp was, "Well, George Bush might win the popular vote, but it's the Electoral College that counts."

As history was to show, after the Post-Election Recount, Hanging-Chad Debacle, the mantra quickly became: "Gore got more votes." Unfortunately for Al and the Left in this country, the Supreme Court saw it differently.

They've hated George W. Bush ever since.

In the intervening years, however, Algore has managed to enrich himself to the tune of nearly a billion dollars, by jumping on, and to a large extent, driving the Global Warming bandwagon.

One can purchase a lot of ego-stroking for nearly a billion dollars. But even with all his millions, he still can't seem to close "The Deal."

And now that he and Tipper have decided to go their separate ways - could what is in the link below have had anything to do with it? - with this "alleged," clumsy attempt at receiving some "TLC" during a private massage session hitting the news, perhaps Algore's former boss might be willing to give him some tips on how HE manages to have HIS (ahem) "ego" stroked.

"It's really simple, Al. All ya got to do is, depending on what the definition of IS, is. Ha! Ha! I made a joke, Al. Get it? Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, it's real simple, Al, when the girl starts to move her..." (Clinton stops, and starts to look around.) "Hey Al, you didn't happen to see a cigar lying around here anywhere, did you, Pal? Oh, here it is, lying next to the check I got for my last speaking gig. Boy, you should have seen the jugs on the gal who picked me up at the airport. Now where was I? Ha! Ha!"

You can almost see the look on Al's face, can't you?

(Sigh) That damn Bill Clinton. Some guys have all the luck.


Sunday, June 20, 2010

The "Peaceful" Flotilla Activists from the "Peaceful" Religion of Islam?

Here is conclusive video evidence of the evil intent of the Islamic, "peaceful activists" that were onboard the Turkish ship Mavi Marmara on the 31st of May, which culminated in a violent clash with Israeli special forces while on its way to Gaza

There is now no doubt this was done with the express intent of provoking an Israeli response, and to thereby foment international condemnation against Israel's understandable act of self-defense.

It is high time for the Obama Administration to quit pussyfooting around and condemn the actions of Turkey, its radical president, its growing ties with Iran and its equally radical president, its growing ties with radical elements of the Muslim world, and to unequivocally declare its support not only for the state of Israel's right to exist, but its right to defend itself from those who would seek to destroy it.

Otherwise, Turkey should be threatened with sanctions, as well as loss of U.S. aid.

The Flying Curmudgeon will NOT be holding his breath in anticipation of this forthcoming Obama Administration statement.


Monday, May 31, 2010

Memorial Day 2010/Ronald Reagan in 1942's Desperate Journey

Who'da thunk that our beloved, late president, Ronald Reagan, could have beaten Chevy Chase to the comedic punch by some forty years? (cf. - Chase's turn as a bumbling, buck-toothed airplane mechanic in his 1985 comedy Fletch.)

Get a load of the hilarious stream of gobbledygook Reagan feeds his Nazi interrogator, from the 1942 film Desperate Journey, when asked about the high-altitude characteristics of his aircraft's engines.


Coincidentally, this is exactly the kind of misdirection - albeit, without the comedic flare - that The Flying Curmudgeon was taught to employ if ever in a Prisoner-of-War situation, when he went through SERE School (Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape) at Warner Springs, CA, back in March of '86.

On this Memorial Day, God bless all the brave Americans throughout our history who have made the ultimate sacrifice so that we could live in Freedom.


Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Did You Hear the One About the Prophet Muhammad...? from Munich in September 1938, British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain waved a piece of paper over his head and declared it was "...peace for our time." Within the month the German army was rolling into the Sudetenland. Less than a year later, Hitler would unleash Blitzkrieg on Poland, plunging Europe into the nightmare of World War II.

After the British Parliament gave its seal of approval to Chamberlain's Munich Agreement - effectively ceding Chechoslovakia to Hitler - soon-to-be Prime Minister Winston Churchill observed, "England has been offered a choice between war and shame. She has chosen shame and will get war."

If history has shown us anything, it's that appeasing tyranny only leads to more tyranny. The opposite is also true. The more tyranny is opposed, the less prevalent it becomes. Just like in the schoolyard, the quickest way to get the playground bully to leave you alone is by punching him in the nose.

Shame on Comedy Central/the creators of South Park, and all who would attempt to appease radical Islam, as well as those who would forcefully impose their ideology on freedom loving people everywhere.

With that in mind, and in the spirit of opposing tyranny in all of its forms: Did you hear the one about the Prophet Muhammad and the two, traveling Jewish salesmen?

It's the Seventh Century and the two merchants are in Mecca on business. Standing in a local bazaar, the two men are surprised when the Prophet Muhammad himself comes riding along on the back of a rather well-endowed dromedary.

The first merchant turns to the other and says, "Oy! Get a load of the schmuck on THAT camel!"


Monday, May 3, 2010

"Like Sands Through the Hourglass..."

"...What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes." - James 4:14

When The Flying Curmudgeon was a child, his father was in the Navy and spent a lot of time away at sea. For a long time, he hardly ever saw his father.

The Flying Curmudgeon always swore that if he ever had a family, he would be home more than his father was. Unfortunately, in his job as an airline pilot, TFC often finds that he is a guest in his own house.

Last year, when his oldest son graduated from high school, this was his class song. Watching him march off with this classmates in his cap and gown, holding onto his diploma, the sound of John Ondrasik's piano and lilting falsetto played in the background. It tore The Flying Curmudgeon up then, and it still tears him up now, whenever he hears it.

"All right, Mr. The Flying Curmudgeon," the loyal reader is no doubt asking. "Just where, exactly, are you going with this post?"

The answer is simple, yet profound: Life is short, too short to spend precious time on unimportant things.

And the time we have with our children and our families is priceless.

In the spirit of this post, as another graduation season is upon us, with the generosity and gracious assistance of Five for Fighting's YouTube channel, The Flying Curmudgeon presents: 100 Years

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

"I (State Your Name) Do Solemnly Swear That I Will Support and Defend the Constitution..."

“I, (state your name) do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God.” - the United States Uniformed Services Oath of Office

Twenty-six years ago today, The Flying Curmudgeon raised his right hand and swore to defend the Constitution of the United States against ALL enemies, foreign AND domestic. Sadly, what is becoming increasingly evident, and to an even greater extent than with William Jefferson Clinton, President Barack Hussein Obama appears to be a domestic enemy of the Constitution of the United States.

On a daily basis and in frighteningly rapid fashion, he is systematically dismantling everything that has made this country great, and the world's last best hope for Freedom, since its founding nearly 234 years ago. With each bow to a foreign leader, and with each apology, it seems clear that this man does not love this country - the country that has afforded him the opportunity to become the leader of the Free World.

As TFC stops to reflect on what has changed since that Spring day in 1984, he is also reminded of the many friends over the years - often, prior to reaching their thirtieth birthdays - who made the ultimate sacrifice in the service of this wonderful country, as well as the countless other young Americans throughout this nation's history, who have suffered and died to secure and defend Liberty. The thought of their sacrifice, and the legacy of Freedom that they have bequeathed us makes all that Barack Obama is doing to dishonor that sacrifice all the more tragic.

But how could it have been otherwise?

The product of the peculiar coupling of an angry, East African, post-colonial, Marxist black father, and a socially awkward, 60's Radical, white American mother, (whose own tone-deaf, insensitive father went so far as to name "Stanley"), after being abandoned by these two self-centered "parents," the then pre-teen "Barry Soetoro" was sloughed off to live in Hawaii with his "typically white," pre-Jack Kerouac, beatnik grandparents. A few years before, these two native mid-westerners had moved to Hawaii to "drop out" of main-stream society, long before it would become fashionable to do so.

Once there, while his grandmother worked long hours in a bank, his dead-beat grandfather would introduce young Barry to the person who would ultimately become his mentor: Frank Marshall Davis. Davis, a black nationalist and member of the Communist Party U.S.A., would later become known, not only for his tutelage of the future president, but also for his radical writings, which included works of poetry filled with pedophilic and homo-erotic imagery.

For the racially confused and insecure young man, this culturally and politically-charged "mentoring" would begin a lifelong pattern of associations with an increasingly bizarre cast of radical characters, a pattern which would follow him, ultimately, all the way to the White House.

In his own words, from his first days at Columbia University, he would seek out the Marxist professors and gravitate to the Marxist student groups. Years later, after moving to Chicago, in order to shore up his "street creds" he would eventually make his way to the Reverend Jeremiah Wright's radical Trinity United Church of Christ.

For the next twenty years, he would sit through one hate-filled, America-bashing "sermon" after another. The "Good Reverend's" liturgy was so extreme that another, one-time congregant by the name of Oprah Winfrey would eventually find it necessary to leave, lest she offend her primarily white, middle-aged, middle-of-the-road female audience.

It strains credulity to believe that Obama could have sat there, week in and week out for years, while the man who would eventually marry he and his wife Michelle, and baptize their two daughters spewed his venomous and hate-filled, racist diatribes, and not have heard/been present for any of those particular "messages."

How stupid does he think Americans really are? Can anyone imagine the uproar if it had become known that John McCain had sat in a white supremacist church for twenty years?

In spite of all this, during the 2008 Presidential campaign, only Sean Hannity and Fox News, along with Rush Limbaugh, Neal Boortz, Michael Savage, and a handful of other radio talk show hosts bothered to report on the then-Illinois senator's long association with the radical reverend, as well as his ties to former 60's terrorist Bill Ayers, black separatist Louis Farrakhan, and Palestinian mouth-piece Rashid Khalidi, among others.

It was only after the Rev. Wright story finally had reached a "critical mass" that the "mainstream media," or what used to be known - in a more quaint era - as the "Fourth Estate," finally picked up the story. And then, only to dismiss it all as much ado about nothing.

As Sean Hannity so succinctly puts it, 2008 was the year that mainstream journalism died in this country.

President George Washington once said, "Associate with men of good quality if you esteem your reputation; for its better to be alone than in bad company."

As Barack Obama seems to feel an affinity for our beloved Sixteenth President, or at least seems to want to be identified with the Savior of the Union - what with the slow train ride from Illinois to Washington D.C. prior to his Inaugural, his use of the former president's Bible for his swearing in ceremony, as well as his recent speech at New York's historic Cooper Union - it's too bad our current president doesn't seem to have his fellow Illinoisan's character, humility - or love of country.

Would that he also viewed his role as president, and his concomitant responsibilities thusly:

"I freely acknowledge myself the servant of the people, according to the bond of service -- the United States Constitution; and that, as such, I am responsible to them." - Abraham Lincoln, in a letter to James Conkling, August 26, 1863

If one is known by the company he keeps, what do Barack Obama's many unsavory, radical, America-hating associates say about the current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue?

Domestic enemy?

What would George and Abe think?

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Auld Lang Syne 2009 - A Farewell to Freedom?

(Note: For background on the tradition of the New Year's Day poem, see TheFlyingCurmudgeon post for Monday, 31 December 2007: A New Auld Lang Syne)

0001 - 01 January 2010

Auld Lang Syne 2009 - A Farewell to Freedom?

Auld lang syne, 2009, another year's come, and one's gone.
A year, somewhat bitter, we stop to consider, on this January "One."
As the Bard - yet again, picks up his...pen? And begins this lyrical ode,
With all that's passed, will Liberty last? And what will the new year bode?

'Twas one year exactly, when matter-of-factly, Flight 1549 departed
La Guardia Airport. "Switch to Departure," the Tower instructed.
And while a new frequency's tuned, with a sudden loud banging, a terrible shudder,
And the smell of burnt feathers, like "that," the airplane's a glider.

"We've hit birds," said the captain, calm and collected,
"We're turning back to the airport," he stated.
But both engines were dead, an emergency - dread. Alas, it wasn't to be.
So heavy and slow, toward frigid waters below, Sully guided the A-320.

"We'll be in the Hudson," he told the controllers,
While his co-pilot ran the procedures,
For a loss of two engines. Meanwhile, back in the cabin,
The flight attendants did what they could. Then,

They shouted instructions, "Heads down, stay down!" Over and over,
And did their best to prepare them. While the passengers took cover,
As the aircraft descended, three sobering words were now heard,
"Brace for impact!" A jolt, and a splash - thank God, none was injured.

A short five days later, in the Capital City, awash with pomp and pretension,
A wind just as bitter, blew from the River, while millions more, 'cross the nation,
Along with Sully and crew, saw a man raise his hand, and swear, " protect and defend..."
The United States Constitution. Barack Obama, the first "African-American"

President. While the stock market crashed, his Chief-of-Staff, unabashed,
Freed the cat from the bag, "Let not a crisis be wasted."
So the "Messiah" and friends, the march leftward, beginning,
Engaged in an orgy of spending. In less than a year, accumulating

More debt than all prior presidents - combined. A trillion spent here, another spent there,
The numbers just boggle the mind. If Senator Dirksen were here,
What would he say, to this feckless display, a mere four decades hence?
"The country is bankrupt..." We all need to fess up, it's just plain, common sense.

As Pelosi and Reid, the economy, seized, while evil men still plan our destruction,
Obama bows low, to tyrant and foe,  and they laugh at his genuflection.
Like it or not, our enemies plot, nothing short of our complete subjugation,
Will make them cease and desist, their "Global Contingency Operation?"

With euphemisms abounding, "Man-made Disasters" surrounding, we have to be clear,
The War on Terror persists, and though the critic resists, we mustn't give in to our fear.
And like our Forefathers - for Freedom, we all STILL must pledge, one to another,
For the sake of Posterity, "...Our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor."

"History does not long entrust the care of Freedom to the weak or the timid."
- Dwight D. Eisenhower

Happy New Year.

The Flying Curmudgeon