Are You Ready?

I watched Pearl Harbor last night, the one with Ben Afleck in the leading role. As my surround sound system filled with the sounds of the machine gun fire, I thought back to the time I was flying Nighthawks with Wollman and the 199th. It occurred to me that even though we were ordering the crew members to open fire and "Light Em Up", I never personally pulled the trigger a single time from May to September of 1970. After my baptism of fire and many combat missions after that, I knew I could do it. After a gruesome scene at a fire support base near Phan Thiet, I knew I wanted to do it.

When I transferred to the Air Cav Troop of the 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment and became the Nighthawk Standardization pilot for them, I eventually ended up being very tired of flying at night so I asked for and was given permission to attend a "Transition Course" that taught me to fly the Hughes 500 C or, as the Army referred to it, the OH 6.

Upon completion of that course and the "Scouting Course" that followed it, the one that taught me how to track the enemy from hovering over their trails, I was certified as a "Loach Pilot" on Hunter Killer teams and became the "Low Bird" that flew over the trees and followed the trails of the VC and NVA while the AH 1 Cobras flew over us providing gunship support when we started to take fire.

During those courses, I had one more to master and that was the gunnery course that taught us to use the mini gun. It had so much torque from the 2,000 to 4,000 round rate of fire, it would literally turn the nose of the helicopter to the left and force you to use the anti torque pedals to adjust your aim. It never was as simple as putting the target in the cross hairs of the sight reticle and pulling the trigger. It definitely was something that you had to master.

In any event, I never really got to use it until we made it to Cambodia. The first time that opportunity presented itself, I was quite shocked to pull the trigger and have nothing happen. The NVA shot up our helicopter and took out the mini gun with a lucky hit. Neither Bustin nor I were wounded but the ship had lots of bullet holes in it from the skids all the way to the top of the dog house.

As good luck would have it, we made it to a South Vietnamese Firebase, located across the road from where we where shot. I didn't even shit the engine down. I fractioned down the controls and got out of the helicopter to see if the fuel cell was hit. I lived in the same hootch as a pilot that was hit in the fuel cell and Bert told us to always try to make it to a relatively safe area to see if any of the bullet holes were leaking fuel.

As I was making that inspection, an RPG round hit very close to me and the shrapnel barely missed my head. Yellow smoke was everywhere and the RPG landed so close to me it put dirt down the back of my flight shirt. It put a nice, long shrapnel wound on the tail boom about 12" above my head. As things turned out, I hit the ground in the supine position, pulled out my 38 caliber pistol and ended up returning fire. My first time pulling the trigger, on an ememy I could see, was with a pistol. Not much John Wayne bidness going on there. It was definitely one of those "holy shit" moments in combat and I didn't have time to do anything else but react.

The moral of this story is simple. It's one thing to watch a movie and visualize yourself shooting at the ememy but it's another thing to have actually done it. It stays with us and we think about it every day of our lives. Politicians and the news media have totally screwed up that scenario. Slimestein says that Veterans are mentally ill, I say we have vivid memories of our time in combat. Pelosi is another matter. In any event, I would chose me over them anytime.

The liberal news media isn't going to go away or fix the inaccuracies surrounding the mental condition of veterans. They had the power to undo a lot of these injustices but never did a thing. A lot of the trashy punks that spit on Vietnam veterans when they returned home are still alive and, as I see it, they haven't changed either. They're just older now but well seasoned in their chicken shit-ness.

When it gets down to it, and it eventually will, we are going to wake up to the news that there's been another beheading or another problem of some sort from these new generation foreigners coming across the border now. I don't understand how the "worship center", where the be-header was radicalized, is still standing.

In any event, when the time comes, many civilians will throw out the ideas they have about veterans and many more will be the first ones to seek out a combat veteran and ask for help. I saw this happen to "Annie" who used to raise hell about all the stories I told about combat. She said I was still fighting the war in my head.

When the gangstas from New Orleans arrived in Shreveport after Katrina drove them out, they came down our street, yelling at the neighbors and terrorizing the little kids. This happened after they did a car jacking at the hospital near Dixie Garden, a murder in Minden and two pharmacy robberies. It was only two doors down from Blame it on Bob's house.

I grabbed my 22 rifle, walked down the drive way to the street and when they came by screaming at Gracie, Debbie's little girl, I screamed F**k You N word" as loud as I could and they hauled it out of sight and didn't return.

Uncle Charlie (rip) saw it and heard it all. He looked at me and yelled: "Timmy, I like your style". Everybody in the neighborhood saw it and they knew that I wasn't afraid. They didn't have an RPG and I could shoot a Ruger 10-22 with a scope on it a lot better than I could a 38 caliber pistol at a time when two NVA guys were shooting an RPG at me. I regret not shooting their tires out but figured it was okay that all it took was the look of a crazy man with a rifle screaming at them as they drove by.

Are you guys ready? I am and I'm experienced enough to know not to take the first shot. I'm not saying that the end is near but I am saying that the beginning has already begun. I feel like I need to go to Texas where my friends with big guns live.

A note from Kat Ballew, another pilot from my days at the 199th Light Infantry Brigade.

This one comes from another pilot that flew with the 199th Light Infantry Brigade. We refer to him as KAT BALLEW.  I did not know this and I'll be you didn't either. Enjoy the read and thanks to Kat. Please have a look at the Wikipedia article at the end. dd AMERICANS HAVE NEVER BEEN GOOD AT HISTORY AND NOW OUR HIGH SCHOOLS AND UNIVERSITIES NO LONGER TEACH ACTUAL HISTORY.  Here is a little history.  Including how the term ‘Leatherneck’ came to be. Most Americans are unaware of the fact that over two hundred years ago, the United States had declared war on Islam, and Thomas Jefferson led the charge! At the height of the eighteenth century, Muslim pirates were the terror of the Mediterranean and a large area of the North Atlantic. They attacked every ship in sight, and held the crews for exorbitant ransoms. Those taken hostage were subjected to barbaric treatment and wrote heart breaking letters home, begging their government and family members to pay whatever their Mohammedan captors demanded. These extortionists of the high seas represented the Islamic nations of Tripoli, Tunis, Morocco, and Algiers – collectively referred to as the Barbary Coast – and presented a dangerous and unprovoked threat to the new American Republic. Before the Revolutionary War, U.S. merchant ships had been under the protection of Great Britain. When the U.S. declared its independence and entered into war, the ships of the United States were protected by France. However, once the war was won, America had to protect its own fleets. Thus, the birth of the U.S. Navy. Beginning in 1784, seventeen years before he would become president, Thomas Jefferson became America’s Minister to France. That same year, the U.S. Congress sought to appease its Muslim adversaries by following in the footsteps of European nations who paid bribes to the Barbary States, rather than engaging them in war. In July of 1785, Algerian pirates captured American ships, and the Day of Algiers demanded an unheard-of ransom of $60,000. It was a plain and simple case of extortion, and Thomas Jefferson was vehemently opposed to any further payments. Instead, he proposed to Congress the formation of a coalition of allied nations who together could force the Islamic states into peace. A disinterested Congress decided to pay the ransom. In 1786, Thomas Jefferson and John Adams met with Tripoli’s ambassador to Great Britain to ask by what right his nation attacked American ships and enslaved American citizens, and why Muslims held so much hostility towards America, a nation with which they had no previous contacts. The two future presidents reported that Ambassador Sidi Haji Abdul Rahman Adja had answered that Islam "was founded on the Laws of their Prophet, that it was written in their Quran, that all nations who should not have acknowledged their authority were sinners, that it was their right and duty to make war upon them wherever they could be found, and to make slaves of all they could take as Prisoners, and that every Musselman (Muslim) who should be slain in Battle was sure to go to Paradise." Despite this stunning admission of premeditated violence on non-Muslim nations, as well as the objections of many notable American leaders, including George Washington, who warned that caving in was both wrong and would only further embolden the enemy, for the following fifteen years, the American government paid the Muslims millions of dollars for the safe passage of American ships or the return of American hostages. The payments in ransom and tribute amounted to over twenty percent of the United States government annual revenues in 1800. Jefferson was disgusted. Shortly after his being sworn in as the third President of the United States in 1801, the Pasha of Tripoli sent him a note demanding the immediate payment of $225,000 plus $25,000 a year for every year forthcoming. That changed everything. Jefferson let the Pasha know, in no uncertain terms, what he could do with his demand. The Pasha responded by cutting down the flagpole at the American consulate and declared war on the United States.  Tunis, Morocco, and Algiers immediately followed suit. Jefferson, until now, had been against America raising a naval force for anything beyond coastal defense, but having watched his nation be cowed by Islamic thuggery for long enough, decided that it was finally time to meet force with force. He dispatched a squadron of frigates to the Mediterranean and taught the Muslim of theBarbary Coast a lesson he hoped they would never forget. Congress authorized Jefferson to empower U.S. ships to seize all vessels and goods of the Pasha of Tripoli and to “cause to be done all other acts of precaution or hostility as the state of war would justifyâ€. When Algiers and Tunis, who were both accustomed to American cowardice and acquiescence, saw the newly independent United States had both the will and the might to strike back, they quickly abandoned their allegiance to Tripoli. The war with Tripoli lasted for four more years, and raged up again in 1815. The bravery of the U.S. Marine Corps in these wars led to the line “to the shores of Tripoli†in the Marine Hymn, They would forever be known as “leathernecks†for the leather collars of their uniforms, designed to prevent their heads from being cut off by the Muslim scimitars when boarding enemy ships. Islam, and what its Barbary followers justified doing in the name of their prophet and their god, disturbed Jefferson quite deeply. America had a tradition of religious tolerance, the fact that Jefferson, himself, had co-authored the Virginia Statute for Religious Freedom, but fundamentalist Islam was like no other religion the world had ever seen. A religion based on supremacism, whose holy book not only condoned but mandated violence against unbelievers was unacceptable to him. His greatest fear was that someday this brand of Islam would return and pose an even greater threat to the United States. This should bother every American. That the Islams have brought about women-only classes and swimming times at taxpayer-funded universities and public pools; that Christians, Jews, and Hindus have been banned from serving on juries where Muslim defendants are being judged, Piggy banks and Porky Pig tissue dispensers have been banned from workplaces because they offend Islamist sensibilities. Ice cream has been discontinued at certain Burger King locations because the picture on the wrapper looks similar to the Arabic script for Allah, public schools are pulling pork from their menus, on and on in the news papers….It’s death by a thousand cuts, or inch-by-inch as some refer to it, and most Americans have no idea that this battle is being waged every day across America. By not fighting back, by allowing groups to obfuscate what is really happening, and not insisting that the Islamists adapt to our own culture, the United States is cutting its own throat with a politically correct knife, and helping to further the Islamists agenda. Sadly, it appears that today’s America would rather be politically correct than victorious. Any doubts, just Google Thomas Jefferson vs the Muslim World or click this link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Barbary_War Happy Remembering!

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WWWD. What Would Wollman Do?

I'm beginning to have entirely too much fun with these comments from Craig and other guys I flew with. You Texans are doing a really good job of passing it along to your buddies so here's another one for you that comes from Craig. Don't you just love his game plan!!!

Karen, you, Wayne and Kevin give me an invite to come over and play when the fecal matter hits the oscillating device. Daniel, you get in touch with Troy and tell him to bring the gang with him and I'll conduct the orchestra. Y'all already know which instruments to bring.

Bring it on you ISIS punks. It's time to play Cowboys and Ragheads. No rules. Yipee..........let's go.            

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 http://warfighterfoundation.wordpress.com/2014/08/16/a-subtle-message-to-isis/

West Point Graduates are targets.

This is enough to piss off the Pope.

I believe that we should treat CAIR and the MSA as terrorist organizations and forbid both of them to exist. I believe that I've written about this before but in the event that I didn't do it here, click the link and prepare to be sickened once again.

Have we forgotten the SDS? I damn sure remember that one. I believe it was one of the main influences that caused the 93rd Congress to pass the 1973 War Powers Resolution that was veto'd by Nixon and but over ridden by Congress. I attribute that as the main source of influence that allowed the North Vietnamese to take the South without any fear of retribution from us.

Remember "Four Dead In Ohio" by Neil Young? That's a direct result of these kinds of organizations causing so much trouble.

http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/d/Matthew-Dooley.htm#.VEJvWlJ0xdg

This one comes from Craig.

I like this one a lot. Craig sent it, I only had to cut and paste it here and it gives everybody a logical conclusion to our problems.

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Sent:	Sat 10/18/14 11:18 AM
To:	Tim Butler (tbutler94@hotmail.com)

 Rattlesnake Logic....
After the Boston bombing the news media spent days and weeks
trying to determine why these men did what they did. They
want to know what America did(!) to make these brothers so
angry with us. They want to know why these men were
not arrested before they did something so terrible.
The media is in a tizzy about this new era of
homegrown radicals and about why and how they can live among
us and still hate us.
A friend of mine from Texas explained it all to me: “Here
in west Texas, I have rattlesnakes on my place, living among
us. I have killed a rattlesnake on the front porch.
I have killed a rattlesnake on the back porch. I
have killed rattlesnakes in the barn, in the shop and on the
driveway. In fact, I kill every rattlesnake I
encounter.
I kill rattlesnakes because I know a rattlesnake will bite
me and inject me with poison. I don’t stop to wonder
WHY a rattlesnake will bite me; I know it WILL bite me
because it's a rattlesnake and that's what
rattlesnakes do. I don’t try to reason with a
rattlesnake or have a "meaningful dialogue" with
it…I just kill it. I don’t try to get to know the
rattlesnake better so I can find a way to live with the
rattlesnakes and convince them not to bite me. I just
kill them. I don’t quiz a rattlesnake to see if I can find
out where the other snakes are, because (a) it won’t tell
me and (b) I already know they live on my place. So, I
just kill the rattlesnake and move on to the next one.
I don’t look for ways I might be able to change the
rattlesnake to a non-poisonous rat snake...I just
kill it. Oh, and on occasion, I accidentally kill a
rat snake because I thought it was a rattlesnake at the
time. Also, I know for every rattlesnake I kill, two
more are lurking out there in the brush. In my
lifetime I will never be able to rid my place of
rattlesnakes.
Do I fear them? Not really. Do I
respect what they can do to me and my family?
Yes!! And because of that respect, I give them the
fair justice they deserve....I kill them...
As a country,
we should start giving more thought to the fact that these
jihadists' are telling the world their goal is to kill
Americans and destroy our way of life. They have just
posted two graphic videos on the internet showing them
beheading Americans. They are serious. They are
exactly like rattlesnakes. It is high time for us to
start acting accordingly!
I love this country.
It's the damn government I'm afraid
of!
Look who's new in the White
House!
Arif Alikhan
Assistant Secretary for Policy
Development for the U.S. Department of Homeland
Security
Mohammed Elibiary
Homeland Security Adviser
Rashad Hussain
Special Envoy to the Organization of the Islamic
Conference(OIC)
Salam al-Marayati
Obama Adviser and founder of the Muslim Public Affairs
Council
and is its current executive
director
Imam Mohamed Magid-
Obama's Sharia Czar from the Islamic Society of North
America
Eboo Patel-
Advisory Council on Faith-Based Neighborhood
Partnerships
This is flat-out scary!
The foxes are
now officially living in the hen house...
Now ask me why I am very
concerned!
Do you feel OK with this?
How can this
happen, and when will we wake
up?
We are quiet while our Country is being drastically
changed!

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Something isn't right and I can't put a finger on it. Gut feelings.

Over the past week, I've been feeling a little out of sync. Can't put my finger on it but, over my lifetime, I've experienced it before and the many times that has happened, something bad always came from it. With these new feelings, I've found myself thinking about everything from my child hood all the way to current times.

Whether it was the concerns a 7th grader has about running into bullies in boarding school or reading an article today from Americannews.com, there always seems to be a warning of some sort that the shit is about to hit the fan. The article I'm referring to was titled "Muslims demand that the Army allow turbans and beards in the military".

When I read it, I immediately had a flashback to the mid 1980s from reading 13 volumes of Barry Sadler's "Casca". He wrote about the end of the Roman Empire coming from the influences of foreigners serving in the Roman Legions. I accept that Sadler's books were fiction but the years I studied the Roman Empire in boarding schools, mentioned the same thing, and that was a long time before Sadler came along. Foreigners in their military and that part of the story, was true.

I remembered flying Scouts over the jungle in South Vietnam near Phu Loi and, after a couple of days of some pretty serious fighting, I remembered smelling that unmistakable odor from the dead that were left behind. I knew that smell and that there were always bad guys that were still alive in the area. That was not a good thing to be flying around at a very low altitude.

I couldn't see them but I smelled them just the same and I remember telling my gunner Loren Bustin, :"Watch close, I can smell them". Within minutes I found a footprint on a trail that had muddy water in it, an indication that someone had recently passed through the area. Foot prints with clear water in it meant that they were long gone. Not long after that, some of the gunners from the Scouts wanted to serve as my gunner because the rumor spread that "Mr. Butler can smell the dinks".

In the late 90s, my beloved common law nephew, Joey Scarpinatto, gave me a nick name. I became "Mr. Risk Averse" because I would refuse to take part in a number of things he wanted to do. I did that because of experience and I would laugh at him and write it off as a lack of experience on his part, not mine. During times like that I told him that "momma said all the intelligence in the world wasn't in the library, it was in the nursing homes".

That attempt was to use actual experiences in life as an example to show that experience was worth a hell of a lot more than an idea that might sound like fun. I remember preaching that: One has to rely on personal experience when ever possible. It didn't work and I'm still Mr. Risk Averse.

In any event, I have enjoyed the benefits of experience throughout my life but most of it has been relative to business or combative situations. My last employer told me that I had the best strategic mind in the business. I remember saying that the visions came from being around a large number of ruthless, crooked business people  along the way. The end result was the same. In most cases, I could smell a rat before it ever jumped ship. I feel like that's where I am today. These uncertainties are driving me nuts. That's when I began to wonder about you guys and decided to write this gut feeling post.

It seems to me that we, as Americans, wait too late before we make a move. I always think about Pearl Harbor as evidence of that. I always thought that we should have had PBYs flying all over the Pacific west of Hawaii and that an entire fleet of submarines should have made it easy to verify the suspicions that that Japs were coming. We already knew the Japs were killing civilians in Nanking and that they were going all out to gain oil and other resources all over Asia.

When we asked them to stop using babies for bayonet practise, they walked out of "The League of Nations". I've already written about that and firmly believe that Woodrow Wilson should have named it the "League of Civilized Nations" and from that, we never should have invited the Japs or the Germans to take part. That would have effectively put the entire world on notice that these uncivilized barbarians might be back again and that the entire world of civilized nations would kill them all if they tried.

Now comes the barbaric ISIS people and Ebola. If I was running the show, the border would have been closed the day after 911. With regard to Ebola, there would have been a shut down of all flights originating from anywhere in Africa. In any event, I wouldn't be shipping Ebola infected people all over the USA because that only increases the danger. It's one thing to have a shit load of guns and ammo but if you leave the doors open, what else could you expect?

In conclusion, let me say that it's past time to start talking to your neighbors. Who are those FEMA camps designed for? Who is supposed to fill those body bags? That seems to be a couple of really good questions to ask. Americans? Makes me wonder.

Santa Ain't The Only One Coming To Town So Let's All Get On The Same Page.

I want to end the debate that never seems to solve the problems regarding Good Muslims and Bad Muslims. To get things started, I'll pass along a note that came to me from a highly educated friend.

"A radicalized Muslim wants to kill you. A moderate Muslim wants a radicalized Muslim to kill you".

That should be enough to put all of us on the same page and end the debate about good muslims and bad muslims. End of lesson but beginning of new preparations.

Santa Claus ain't the only one coming to town but he's a pretty good example to use when you think about serious preparations for a visitor. Parents even sing songs to their children to prepare them for his arrival: "He's knows when you've been bad or good so be good for goodness sake".

We've been told that since the days of our infancy so maybe we can use that as a model for future behavior and begin our preparations from there. Maybe a song would do. How about this one! Sing it to the tune of Santa Clause is comin' to town.



You better watch out, you better be sly, you better lock and load, I'm tellin' you why,
Ragheads are comin' to town.
You know they hate the Catholics, they hate the Baptists too but when it comes down to it
They're here to kill you.
Buy yourself a real good knife, Jim Bowie is one of the best, sharpen that baby up real nice and shove it in their chest.
You can sneak up behind them, that's my favorite way, their sorry ass will hit the floor
Before they get a chance to say:
Please don't pull down my pants and cut off my jewels, I'll need it for all the virgins and I don't want to show up like a fool.
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Now, if that doesn't make sense, all you have to do is remember that they're putting AK 47s in the hands of their kids and telling them to shoot the infidels. As our response to that, I think fighting fire with fire is a good response and the Santa Claus song is therefore, nothing more than a response to their child raising habits.
 
If you don't like my song, think about this.

Trick or Treat is another example but you don't get to sing it. You better have some goodies for the kids that come by, ring the door bell and holler "Trick or Treat". We get ready for all kinds of celebrations over the course of a year and we've been doing that ever since we began to build this Country. Times have changed and we need to change to meet the needs of today.

We hide Easter eggs for the kids, we have the Easter bunny, we have Turkey for Thanksgiving and pop lots of fire crackers on July 4th. If we go to those lengths to prepare for special days, why shouldn't we all get on the same page for other visitors?

All of the examples above are pretty good ones from my childhood days but today is a bit different. The main difference can be found in the confusion in trying to prepare for those who are coming but don't seem to fit the mold of being good. Since we already know about the flag burners and the riot crowds in St. Louis and Furguson, Missouri, let's move on over to those who aren't home grown dummies and have been burning the flag since the 50s.

When I think about the lessons Americans learned during times war and killing, I always go back to my days flying helicopters in Vietnam and Cambodia. We weren't always given advance notice for some of the attacks but we surely were equipped and ready to go. Nobody rang a bell or told us to get ready by a particular hour and day like Thanksgiving because we didn't know exactly when the first rocket or mortar would hit. In view of that, we pretty much had to be ready 24/7. With that in mind, I'm telling you now that you must keep your powder dry and have lots of ammo and food set aside.

As an example, let's go back to the current siege in Iraq and relate that to something that most people remember from personal experience or history. Tet of 68 and the Battle of Hue South Vietnam is a good example. The players are pretty much the same as ISIS and the results are too. Hue suffered a lot of casualties just like the towns and villages in Iraq have. In Hue, some reports say that there were 5,000 civilians killed with many of them being executed. Sound familiar?

If you take a look at the Twin Towers, you'll see a death count that is somewhat similar even though the weapons were different. Despite that, you will almost certainly agree that we were well equipped for the attack but we didn't hear a bell ring or see a notice given that it would occur at a specific day and time.

Things have changed now and we've been told it's coming and we've even seen some evidence that it's already here. Whether it's 911, Ft. Hood or the most recent beheading in Oklahoma, it's already here. We just haven't experienced thousands of them in the streets or across the Nation but that's certainly a part of their plan.

Just like the time when "The Red Coats Are Coming" was the call of the day, "The Muslims Are Coming" is today's call. You may not have adopted that as your daily thought but you can bet that there will be a stiff penalty to pay if you don't. I know that's a pretty difficult thing to do for civilians who have never fought in a war and I also know that those who didn't do that, in past times, paid a heavy price for it, often with their lives.

I don't plan to be one of those. I'm ready, willing and able to do my part even if it isn't flying a gunship with lots of machine guns on it or a Loach with a single minigun and a door gunner with an M 60.

As a last note for the ladies who don't pack heat, let me suggest something more user friendly. Your daily driver makes a great "Eliminator". You can take them out in the cross walk, the parking lot, the side walk or any where you see them on foot.

Now, go back and sing that song again. It's a snappy little tune and should be easy to sing. Y'all have a nice day. Karen, just get Kevin or Wayne to put a different bumper on your vehicle, one that's better suited to the task at hand. Eddie, don't let Ginny use the Miata. It's too little. Take her to the shooting range or buy her an F 350.

My answer to Ragheads "Sectarius Mutinium"

Well, it finally happened. I heard one of those raghead goat lovers holler Allah Akbar one time too many. That's when it hit me. I decided to fight fire with fire and began the search for our own phrase to say to them. I went to Google and typed in "English to Latin Dictionary" and began typing in a number of words.

After a long list of really nasty stuff, I finally selected "Sectarius Mutinium" because it sounded kinda snappy to me and I figured it would look good on a bumper sticker. That wasn't the only reason I chose it. I figured doing it in Latin would piss em off more than doing it in English. I guess it was a Catholic thing more than anything else, because of the Crusades, but in the end, I figured it was the Christian thing to do. Sectarius means "cut guilded" and Mutinium means "penis".

There are many reasons for this but primarily, I used it as a response to their claims that they need to sever the heads of non believers. I don't have a clue why they would want to do that but I figured if we told them we were gonna cut their prods off, they might have second thoughts about doing anything to us. If you think about it logically, how could anybody think that 52 virgins would do them any good if we did the Sectarius maneuver and fed their Mutiniums to the hogs?

I wanted to find a really definitive statement and translate it into Latin but "Hey goat lover, we're gonna cut off your mutiniums" ended up being too long for the bumper sticker.

In the end, as I thought about selling this idea to the Christian population in the good ole USA, I went back in time and did a little study. I began with the Protestants and figured all of that started over a woman so I was sure they would sign on to the bumper sticker program.

The Baptists seemed to be more involved in fighting the devil and since I have so many Baptist kin folk, I figured they would sign on, too. I thought about the Latin phrase for "You've pissed off the McInnis Clan and we're gonna cut your nuts off" but that was too long.

After I went through the Mormans, the Episcopalians and everybody else, it occurred to me that the bumper sticker might be just the thing to bring harmony among the Christians and stop the stuff that divides us all. See there! We all have a common goal and, as Christians, we now have an answer that fits into previous statements like "Go ye into the land and kill every man, woman, child and beast of burden". If the Israelites had done that when they were told to, we probably wouldn't be dealing with the goat lovers now.

I began to think that this was the result of a spiritual vision of some sort because I was really moved when I went to church this week end. I recalled my many years in boarding school and the influences from the Jesuits, the Franciscans and the Benedictines. I was wondering when all those influences were going to kick into high gear, and now I know. Can you imagine what would happen if the entire Christian world would get those bumper stickers?

In any event, there now appears to be more opportunities from being a Christian other than praying like crazy that you're gonna survive the war, divorce, cancer and a lot of other things that we pray to God to help us with. By the year 2020, only six years from now, the world population of Christians is projected to be 2.1 billion. I think that's more than twice as many than the goat lovers.

I'm not saying that the Pope or Billy Graham would support this kind of thought but I do believe that the Christians I know, especially the ones in Louisiana, would sign on in a heartbeat. I say that because some of them already suggested feeding them to the alligators down here.

I tell you what I'm going to do. I'll get in touch with Phil Latier and have his wife make a bumper sticker for me. If any of you want one, let me know and I'll have her make a bunch of them and I'll see to it that y'all get one. CHRISTIANS UNITE. Goat Lovers, don't even go there.

On Guard: Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, One twenty one point five or two forty three point nothing.

At some point in your life, you've almost certainly seen a movie where a pilot gets in trouble and has to make the radio call that starts with "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday".

I was very fortunate and never had to make that call. In my case, I didn't have time. I was already down to roughly 50' when the SHTF and there really wasn't any time or need for me to do that. I had a Cobra gunship watching us go down and the Cobra had a Huey watching over both of us. That happened on the south side of the CHUP rubber plantation in Cambodia, an area where the fat cats said: "we weren't there".

Right now, with the Stuff Hitting The Fan every day, we don't have people watching over us like we did in Vietnam and Cambodia. We also don't have a UHF or a VHF radio to use where immediate responses from fighters, bombers, gunships, Hueys and artillery support can come to our rescue. Despite that, it's easier to use a cell phone than dialing 121.5 or 243.0 into either of the radios and making the call for help.

Since we don't have the ability to call the gunships in, I began to wonder about the general population and their awareness of today's support systems. I always seem to wander back to the days of our fight for Independence when the Brits were the bad guys and we were on our on. No Army, no formally organized government and, in an organizational sense, all we had was us.

With the Boneheads in charge of everything now, I began to see the more positive side of depending on ourselves, just like the Patriots did in the time of George Washington. You may wonder why I feel so confident in that as opposed to sitting on our duffs and expecting the gubmint to handle it. This morning, I received an email from an engineer buddy of mine and became convinced that there's no one better to depend on than us.

He listed the number of licensed hunters in Michigan as somewhere around 600,000. He said that was larger than most militaries of the world. He added the number of gun holders in Pennsylvania and other States and said that those numbers added up to a total that's larger than ANY military force in the world. It brought back memories of Yamamoto during the second world war when he cautioned Japan not to attempt an invasion of the United States because "behind every blade of grass, there's a gun".

According to Google, the Continental United States had 131 million people in it when December 7th came along and the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. Today, google says that we reached 317 million in January of 2014. I like those numbers because it means that there are billions of rounds of ammo already in the hands of our Patriots.

In any event, when you compare the Twin Towers with Pearl Harbor and you add to that, the fact that "Mr. Already Dead Bin Laden", formally declared war on us, it seems to me that we haven't put together the right phrases to allow us the proper environment to protect ourselves. I say that because of stupid stuff like "Workplace violence". I would like to correct that right now.

Workplace violence is a condition where one employee gets pissed at another employee and they fight. When they kill somebody, that's workplace murder. When they yell some Islamic phrase and kill people, that's terrorism, Islamic radicalism, Muslim warfare or ragheads begging to die. Any way I look at it, I see it as another act of war, one that deserves some of that good ole fashioned response called "Vengeance".

You don't have to be a bible scholar to know that ole saying: "Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord". If you are a red blooded American boy, you already know about that "One Nation Under God" thing and should automatically know that WE are instruments of the Lord. If you don't buy into that, how about another short history lesson?

Hitler invaded Russia and used 4 million troops to do it. If you use 20,000 men as the number of troops in one Army Division, that's 200 Divisions and Hitler's invading Army was described by Google as the largest invasion of it's kind in history.

Since there is a data base for Muslim immigrants that show 5,000,000 here, that's 250 Divisions. Not having a data base for illegals, some say that there are as many as 8,000, 000 million Muslims here. That's 400 Divisions. When you do that math, there are already twice as many here as Hitler used to invade Russia. Now, let's do a little Timmy Math.

If we start with 317 million as our population and remove all of the stats for Muslims, that means that we have over 300,000,000 million people here who are NOT rag heads. That means WE have roughly 15,000 Divisions to fight off the 400 Divisions of rag heads. In Timmy World, that means that there will eventually be an ass kicking of monumental proportions. They even have a song that covers that kind of situation: "Don't worry, be happy".

Before you get paranoid and think that the gubmint won't put up with the Patriots killing the rag heads, remember this: Rag heads didn't sign up for the Geneva Convention and Timmy's world doesn't even allow for a Geneva Convention.  No Convention, no problem.

Since the Boneheads won't simply deport them all, Timmy World says send them an invitation to "Get out of Dodge". See there, no Muslims, no Muslim trouble. I just wanted to extend that invitation so we could at least prove that we used, logic, common sense and a peaceful way to solve the problem. We all know that won't work but you have to remember that we at least need to try.

There will be more on this later but the races are on today and everybody needs to watch a little football and other sports before we get back to the main game of Raghead Ball. Y'all be patient.