Starch in the underware, The Battle of the Bulge, my Dad and Leland.

During the Second World War, my Dad owned a dry cleaning plant. He won the contract to clean the clothes of the Army guys in training at Camp Beauregard in Pineville, Louisiana. Later on, when the Nazi prisoners of war began to add up, they were sent to Beauregard and my parents cleaned their stuff, too. During the winter of 1944, my older brother Leland was born there.

Recently, I watched a documentary of the Battle of the Bulge. It started during the winter of 1944 and somehow, I began to wonder if my Dad and Leland's birthday had anything to do with it. I began to study.

First of all, you need to know that my Daddy was quite a character. He always kept everybody laughing and could pull off a practical joke at the highest levels. He had quite a number of brothers in law in military service during the war and he hated the Nazi dogs with a vengeance. That's when the picture unfolded of him working in the cleaning plant, cleaning the boxer shorts of the Nazi POWs. I could close my eyes and see him loading starch in the commercial washer that was filled with boxer shorts that belonged to the Nazi POWs. I could also see him laughing his ass off as he did it.

I imagined that he never knew the phrase "Psychological Warfare" but he might have read or heard things about the Russians and how they treated Nazi POWs, especially that famous General named "Ruburcrotchoff".

In view of the fact that there were so many Nazi spies in the USA during that time, I found it to be no small coincidence that they may have known about Dad's treatment of the Nazi's lower regions by using Starch. I also figured that they put that in the reports that went back to Hitler. Then, with the birth announcements in the paper, I figured they reported that, too.

Not long after that, in view of Hitler's massive losses during the war, I think he might have freaked out and ordered the Battle of the Bulge to insure he and his men wouldn't have to deal with my Dad or his first born son, Leland. You know that old saying: "Like Father like Son".

In any event, I would like to acknowledge all of the visionaries that served the Country during the Second World War, especially my Mom and Dad. Way to go Dad, shoot the starch to the under drawers of those Nazi dogs. Don't worry, Leland and I will take care of these Gruntlicks.

Where's the Posse?

I realize that Wyatt Earp is gone but where's the posse? Google says they are a group of people that are hired to catch a criminal. In our case, I don't think anyone should ask for pay to find and deal with these terrorist cells. If you have a family, kids, grand kids, you ought to do that one for the team.

Recently, someone asked Donald Trump what he would do with those camps if he was elected President. He said they would be gone on day one. From that, I determined that I wasn't the only one that knew about them. I have an appointment to see Roger on the 14th and I will ask him about it.

They have asked me my opinion about things such as this but they stopped asking when I told them that we would eventually see the day that we would be able to hunt them without a license. When the attack came in Oklahoma where the lady was beheaded, I told them "We are one step closer to hunting them without a license. The Garland, Texas attack that left two of them dead was another. The attack on the recruiter office and the Nosc was another and the Feds went on tv to ask the general public NOT to take their vengeance out on the local Gruntlick population.

A couple of years back, they asked me if I had seen the news report about the Taliban soldiers our guys had killed and then Urinated on them. When I told them that I had seen it, they asked what I thought about it. I told them that it was the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen and then I added: " Everybody knows you're supposed to cut their ears off first". I don't know if they were laughing at me or laughing at my answer but you can ask anybody from the 11th Cav and they'll tell you that I'm correct. Combat experience, there's nothing like it.

Ok, that's it for today. I just wanted to make a point about the posse and try to stimulate a thought that we shouldn't wait any longer. If we know they exist, and they do, what the hell is the hold up? Political Correctness?

As I understand it, there are lots of empty bunks in Guantanamo.

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More Militia

Since my last post, we've had another dose of "Kill the Christians". This is getting so old, I'm beginning to feel Jewish. I'm beginning to think that the best foreign aide bang for the buck would be to quit sending any to anybody except Israel. History makes me feel that way.

In the second world war the British did most of the fighting until Hitler declared war on us.
I noticed that the same was true in the first world war. The more I studied the more I became convinced that we have been a bit late entering most of the conflicts. I recently watched an episode of "The American Revolution" and have become more and more convinced that it always gets down to the average, red blooded American.

I really liked the part where the back-woods people came forward with their long rifles and started targeting officers of the enemy. Cornwallis raised hell about it and actually said: "Can you imagine battles without officers leading their men, it would be total Chaos". For those of you who have forgotten, Cornwallis was the British Commanding General who surrendered at the end of the war. My thoughts:, "Stongest Army in the world my ass"!!!!! We, the American people, are the strongest in the world.

If you will remember the most recent attacks, killing people because they are Christians is NOT necessarily the domain of the radicalized. That idiot from Oregon had an American name but not an American heart. To be honest, before I heard his name I was really hoping that it was something like Ali Babba. After all was said and done, he's just like one of those islamonazi idiots.

Now, after this, we hear threats of gun control. I wonder why anybody would want to do that. I remember seeing a video about a radical training camp in New York State and eventually seeing a map with roughly 50 training camps across the USA. If this is true, why wouldn't they want to confiscate their guns? Better than that, why wouldn't they surround the place and put everybody in the slammer or simply make it a target for the military to practice on? I'd like that a lot.

I saw one of them on the map that was located close to Beaumont, Texas. I was somewhat surprised that Bubba and Tex hadn't already put the boys together and done something about that one. During one of the debates someone asked about the training camps and Trump said he would do something about that on day one. Getting their guns would be a hell of a lot better than doing after ours.

Going back to the days of the Revolutionary War where the back woodsmen had to come forward, seems to be coming back around. How is this possible and why  haven't we sees some headlines that say: "Terrorist training camp attacked by the National Guard and 100 Gruntlicks were killed in the fight". To me, that's a whole lot better than Wyatt Earp. In any event, once again, we seem to be late coming to the game. I wish I was a General or a fat cat of some kind that could make that happen.

If you think these thoughts are crazy, try to remember the beheading of the lady in Oklahoma. There is a debt there that has yet to be paid.

Shortly after I finished writing this, I came across a video about the possibility of an upcoming war in Europe. Doesn't that sound familiar? 1914, 1939..............DUH. It seems that there's a guy who has a concept where the No Go zones erupt into Civil War between the Sharia Law Gruntlicks and the local law enforcement people. Kill the Jews, kill the Christians is all they seem to know. Well, we know something too. You could ask Bin Laden but he was killed. Solved that problem, didn't it.

Gun control? We should have a draft kind of thing and force non gun owners to have one and prepare to fight. "Shoot a Gruntlick for Christ" might be a good slogan.