Criminal Investigation of Butt Head

My email blew up a few days ago. I was on the front page of the Shreveport Times and from that, I had tons of text messages, phone calls and emails. They told my story about the experiences I had at the VA. I think I was the 101st Veteran they interviewed. In any event, they explained the car wreck, the transfer from one hospital in Leesville to the VA in Shreveport, the transfer from there to the Debakey Medical Center in Houston for brain surgery and then back to Shreveport for chemo and radiation.

The point they wanted to make had to do with the short amount of time that took. The wreck was June 22nd and the brain surgery was July 9th. That is lightning fast especially if you consider I was unconscious off an on for many hours the first day.

If you go back to the initial VA scandal about death lists, you might wonder how in the hell that could be true if so many Veterans here are bragging about the quality of health care we get here. I have the answer to that and here it is:

"Gruntlick lied". In case you haven't done the previous posts, Gruntlick is a particular kind of guy that has that weirdo gene pool behind him and he likes to hurt people. If you're wondering how hurting people could be true IF he lied and there were no death lists, stop a second and think about the negative press from all this.

The answer is really quite simple. There are tons of Veterans out there that have been somewhat  hesitant to go to the VA for assistance because of the negative press. There is your death list and down here, Gruntlick is the reason they don't want to come sign up. Seems to me that he is responsible and since that's true, seems to me that he should be charged with something as each of those Veterans suffer more and more.

I found out that the VA has a "whistle blower" rule. If you blow the whistle you can't get fired. That's one hell of a way to insure your job is secure. Tell a false story like the death lists and they'll never fire you.

In order to explain that more clearly, I ask those of you who read the blog to go back to my words about The League of Nations. It's my opinion that the League failed because it was not named "The League of Civilized Nations". Stop a second and try to see the speaker asking : "Mr. Hitler, what do you think about that?" Mr. Tojo, what are your thoughts about that?"

The same thing holds true for the United Nations. Why in the world they didn't name it the United Civilized Nations is beyond me. Can you picture the speaker saying: "Mr. Bin Laden, what do  you think?"

If you apply that logic to the Whistle Blower rule you might wonder where in the hell is "The Lyin' Whistle Blower Rule". Having said that, let me add that he is now under criminal investigation.

With all these things in mind, PLEASE tell all Veterans that you know to come to the VA and sign up for health care. They earned it, they deserve it and it's as good as it can get.

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Monday School and Sunday School.

I found out some stuff about Moses on Monday instead of Sunday. That's another good thing about DVRs. Unless the movie was fiction, I found out that Moses was found in a picnic basket shootin' the rapids on the Nile, somewhere around one of the Grunlick's Palaces. As it turned out, the girl that found him lived in the palace and was given permission to keep him cause he was still little, still wearin' Pampers. That's when the trouble began.

You see, when you lived in the palace you ended up getting a fine education. Moses eventually turned out to be one of those Harvard, Yale, Princeton types that could read, write and do Rithmatick. Over the long haul, this really pissed off the Gruntlicks cause they were all pretty Bonehead stupid. In any event, years after he got his diploma and decided it was time to do something with his life, he decided to move outta town and maybe use some of that education. Since he liked property development and political science, that's what he decided to get into.

He found out about The Promised Land and figured it would be better than living in Dixie Garden so he decided to move there. That wasn't a big issue but when he decided to take his constituents with him, the fecal matter hit the fan. He had to do all kinds of stuff to get them freed.

He turned the river red, redder than the Red River on the other side of Shreveport and he sent a whole bunch of bugs there, worse than Skeeta Bugs in the middle of the rainy season down here. He knew he was gonna get in a whole lot of trouble with the EPA so he fixed the river. I think he called the Orkin Man and fixed the bug situation but even that didn't work. I think he poisoned one of the Grunlick's first born kids and that seemed to do the trick.

Wayne, keep that in mind cause it will prolly come up in a test. It's important to remember that cause them Gruntlicks hold a grudge longer than people from Tennessee do.

In any event, Moses took all of them across the land and headed toward Israel, a place they called the land of milk and honey. Before they made it, Grunlick and his group got really pissed and decided to go get em. They hadn't learned they lesson so they were drowned and that was that.

When they got there, Moses was wore slap out and he died. That brought on more trouble especially when the Gruntlicks discovered that the Promised Land was better than the tents they were living in. The Israeli Defense Force were a lot better at fightin' so when the Gruntlicks showed up, they kicked their asses real good. This pissed em' off even more and a Gruntlick holds a grudge real long.

Now, after all this time and all that fightin', the Gruntlicks have adopted that Shicklgruber Maneuver more than ever. You would think that after the Moshe Dyan Maneuver, they would have learned their lessons but they haven't. My people tell me they're still mad cause a woman kicked their asses. Remember that Golda Myer woman or whatever her name was? You see, that's why the Gruntlicks don't like women. Deep down inside they know a woman can whip their asses anytime they want to. They didn't like Margret Thatcher either. They like the way Bill Clinton runs his hoes so that's why they donate all that cash to him. I'm glas we got this straight.

I have to go now but I'll have some more Monday School lessons later. Pass along the information if you want to but be sure to watch out for your donkeys or goats if you have any. Those Gruntlicks are  comin' to town sooner or later and you know how they are.

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Translate THIS!!!

Wow! I've gotten responses by email and even text message. So, for those of you who have already read the previous post, I have a statement to make within the new language that wrecks political correctness. This is just a way to tell everybody to shove political correctness where the sun won't shine while delivering a message that only we will understand. Try to translate THIS:

"What in the world is Bonehead doing sending the Ketchup Kid to negotiate with the Gruntlicks while they are engaged in the Shicklgruber Maneuver"?

(Note, don't be confused by the Ketchup Kid, he's the same guy as the Mustard Man).

Solving This Problem With The Terrorists.

First of all, I've had all this bull shit I'm gonna take. I was hoping someone would solve it by now but since they haven't I guess it's up to me. It's a thing called Leadership.

Just so we'll get started on the same foot, I want you to know exactly who we're fighting. There's no more guess work here, it's a scientific fact proven by DNA samples taken all over Europe. These forensic scientists started in China and began working their way back all the way to Egypt. They took a zillion DNA tests that eventually helped me prove my hypothesis.

Starting with Genghis Khan and his group, they started accumulating records and went backward through time. Genghis started in 1206 so that goes way back. I'm not much of a scientist but I like Abbey Scuitto on NCIS and she probably could explain it better than me. Despite that, and since she can't come over today, I'd like to begin by explaining the Y Chromosome.

When you are in the business of raping and robbing, you are going to have a whole lot of kids. That DNA thing proves who the baby daddy is and there are tons and tons of DNA samples that have that chromosome of the baby daddy. The more they sampled, the more they wanted to sample.

They went all the way back to the first Pharaohs. The first one was named Narmer and his DNA had that same chromosome as Genghis Khan. Talk about a long list of great grandpa's back in time. Narmer was having babies in 3,000 years BC. That's when the light bulb came on for me.

Narmer had a kid he named Summus. When Summus had his first kid, it was a girl and when she got married, she married a Shiek named Gruntlick. Wanting to honor the head of the family, they named the first boy, Summus Gruntlick. Dupe knew all about the Summus Gruntlick Klan but he didn't know who the father was. When the forensic scientists figured all the Chromosome stuff out, that's when I went to work on the the entire family tree.

I eventually found Attila Gruntlick and that was in the 400 AD time period. Moving right along, not in any particular order of time, I found Julius Gruntlick, Pontius Gruntlick, Adolph Gruntlick, Benito Gruntlick, Saddam Gruntlick, Ayatollah Gruntlick and many, many others. So far, we estimate that there are over a billion Gruntlicks out there.

You may wonder why their last names had been changed throughout the years. For the most part, it was hidden so they wouldn't be caught by the Christians. The Lamberts, the Butlers, the Whites, the Wolman Klan, the Wolfe's, the Sinclair's, the Harrisons, the Deggs, the Diables and millions more that I don't even know.

Despite the name changes, I found something very interesting about the Gruntlick name changing plans. Google "Shicklgruber" and you will find Maria Anna Shicklgruber and discover that she was Adolph Hitler's grand mother or great grand mother. I can't remember which one but Google that and consider yourself a scholar. Later on, you'll understand what the "Shicklgruber Maneuver" really means.

Before I continue with this, understand why I often times provide names for you to Google. Quite some time ago, a liberal gave me hell for some of the things I write about. After I provided my proof sheet and the link to Google, a great apology followed. Some didn't feel the same way so I did the nick name maneuver and pronounced them as direct decendants of the "Idiotass Family." You can probably find some of that chromosome thing in their DNA but it won't be from the Gruntlick Klan. Ain't that a shame? More later.

Hate Crime? I don't think so.

I recently heard about the shooting of 3 Muslim students in North Carolina, I think it was North Carolina but I really don't think it matters where. Later on that night, when I was watching the news, I heard the words "Hate Crime". I was wondering what kind of idiot put "Hate" with "Crime" and connected that with "Muslim" and "Shooting"?  Gimme a break on this one and allow me to lay out a thing or two.

When a Muslim shot a group of guys at Ft. Hood, that wasn't a Hate Crime. They called it "Workplace Violence". If that's the case, why in the hell don't they call this School Yard Violence? C'mon now, it wasn't work, it was a college campus. I'm thinking it's more of that political correctness bidness I've been raising hell about. With those thoughts, I began to think about my Uncles that fought in the second world war.

Let's start with my cousin, Greg Crafts. His daddy had a brother named Joe that went to Morris School in Arkansas, when he was a kid. That's the same place that Greg and I went when we were kids. From that, I figured we had a similar back ground. Same school, same classrooms, some of the same teachers, same church house.

Uncle Joe fought against the Afrika Corp during the second world war and was captured by Muslims who turned him over to the Nazi dogs that were fighting for Rommel. He spent the rest of the war in a POW camp and barely made it home alive. From that, Uncle Joe developed a Shit List that had Muslims, Germans, Krauts, Nazis and many others in it. I'm pretty sure he had Nips, Slopes and Japs in it even though he didn't have to fight them. I don't think there was any such thing as political correctness back then because all of my Uncles used those words as well as "assholes, killers, maniacs and lunatics".

Over the long list of Uncles I had, Uncle Parker, Uncle Morris Ray, Uncle Earl, and Uncle Wayne, all had some choice names for those that they fought. That was the Second World War. Later on, we learned about Zipper Heads from Korea and Leland and I learned first hand about Dinks from Vietnam. Later still, we learned about Donkey lovers, Goat humpers and Camel Jockies. Now, all of a sudden, you can't say things like that because it's not politically correct.

I would like to announce that I'm not running for political office of any kind and my new motto is "Screw Political Correctness". Steve and I talked about having Sondra make some tee shirts with that on the front so if you want some, send me a note and I'll get to work on it.

I'm prepared to explain the reasons behind all of these killings but I want to do that under a separate title and will probably begin on that this afternoon, tonight or tomorrow. You will be shocked to learned what I've found out. Stand by.

My Required Viewing List.

Most of you will remember the required reading list from your days in high school. War and Peace, The Scarlet Letter and on and on. Well, I have a required viewing list. I think that everybody should be required to watch the video of ISIS burning to death, the captured pilot they had in their hands.

I'm not saying it should be played in the kindergartens just after morning recess but I am saying that you should not be given a high school diploma, a drivers license or a voter registration card unless you view it.

This business of not warning the American people of what's coming and, in fact, what is already here, is bullshit. I remember seeing lots of pictures of the Nazi Death Camps long before I ever went to Vietnam. I'm not saying the North Vietnamese were as bad as the Hitlerites but they did many of the same things that his followers did during the occupation of Hue and many other places during their Tet Offenses.

I watched it the day after it was announced and in doing so, I had many mixed emotions. It reminded me of seeing the Buddist Monk burning himself to death during the War in Vietnam. From that standpoint, it seemed to be just another case of a human burning to death. On the other hand, that was a self inflicted death as the ISIS situation was advertised and filmed. They did it on purpose and after all these years of the same old shit, FINALLY some of the other Middle Eastern Countries are standing up to them. This is the first time that I recall that happening.

This madness has been going on forever or at least since the year 600 or so. With that in mind, don't you think it's been repetitious enough for us to figure out what to do about it? I've heard talk about massive deportations but the libs would NEVER allow that to happen. I've always thought that there could be no problems with Muslims here if there weren't any Muslims here at all. Seems pretty simple to me. The Libs don't like that either so maybe we should say "Nobody belonging to groups of murderers will be allowed to live here".

In any event, if you haven't already done so, try to go on line and dig up the video of them burning the pilot. I assure you, it will be educational and when you do so, at least you can say : "I KNOW".
At least you'll know it isn't pig blood that brings about the worst reaction. It's fire.

There's a slow train comin'

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This note was started the day after the Paris attack took place

I listened to Joe Bonamassa tonight and the song "Slow Train Comin' " inspired me to write this because we've seen these kinds of things before in Vietnam except the bad guys didn't stick around very long.

The point is to remember my frame of mind about this and today's visit at the VA hospital. Even though the appointment was made long before the attack in Paris, one day after the fact is NOT a good day to ask a oombat veteran what he would like to do about it. That should be enough of a reminder to allow me to have a good starting point on the post. 1/8/2015, 9:52 pm.

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Okay, it's two days later @ 9 a.m. and instead of my attitude about Paris calming down a bit, the news media continues to inspire me to..........uh............. never mind.

I'm not supposed to talk about the things we did to the bad guys in Vietnam because it scares the BeJesus outta the kids.

Post Traumatic Stress is right but remembering them is NOT a disorder. For those of us who have been there and seen killing like this, we don't have visions of running away, we have visions of running toward the killers. In our minds, we hear the echo of "Head Shot, Head Shot, Dick Shot, Dick Shot, Chest High and Center Mass".

I'll never forget the day Tim Jr was ordered to push my wheel chair up to "Suicide Prevention". That was the day they told me my brain cancer was malignant and I had 3 months to 12 months to live. When Roger was entering my name and stats into his computer, my eyes drifted toward his book shelf and I saw the 3 ring binders that had "Suicide Prevention" on the end.

When I saw that, I told him I thought I was in the wrong department. When he asked me why, I mentioned the title on the 3 ring binders. With that, he told me that all terminal cancer patients, especially Vietnam Veterans, were mandated to go there. I responded with: " I still think I'm in the wrong department". Roger said: "Which Department do you think you should be in"? When I told him "Homicide Prevention", I heard Tim Jr in the background as he said: "Oh Shit".

Roger asked me if I would be so kind as to tell him who my target was. My response was "That raghead at Ft. Hood named Hassan". Roger began to play that computer keyboard like a piano. I asked him to contact Ft Hood and tell the boys on the firing squad to get the wives and kids and have a picnic. I told him that I would drive over there, take my own rifle and shoot that murderin' piece of shit myself.

That' started verse two of "Oh Shit" from Tim Jr.

Roger looked at me like I was nuts. I told him that I had seen that comment in the paper where the tree huggers and the owl lovers didn't want to see any gun powder in the air so I told him I had won the Jim Bowie knife in the sales contest and I would just go to Ft. Hood and cut his head off.

That's when Roger gave Tim Jr another piece of paper with a room number on it and Tim Jr said: "I get it, 4 doors down the hall". Roger said that was correct and Tim Jr wheeled me down the hall. Little did I know that I was headed to the Chief of Staff for Psychiatry but that was where I went.

The point of all this surrounds the fact that you simply can NOT draft a guy, put him in the Army, train him to kill people with a helicopter and then ask him to forget it. There's a long list of stuff that you shouldn't ask a guy to forget. When the VC and or the NVA comes into a village and murders piles of civilians, how can you forget that sight? You can't. You can and should remember it and use it as a tool or a class room example of what kind of people you are dealing with.

Here I am, 45 years later, still remembering what kind of people we have on this planet. I would say that there isn't an ounce of difference between then and now. Only the uniforms have changed. If ever there was a Slow Train Coming, 45 years is real slow but they're here now and the train is stopping off in our homeland.

I promised Roget that I would not do anything stupid and I won't. However, if they show up in your town, would those of you readers on this blog please be so kind as to give me a shout. Steve has a really big RV pull behind travel trailer with slide outs and  he's promised to drive me to where ever we need to be. I have Veteran friends all over the Country and if it's too far for me to go, I'll get in touch with Doug, Bill, Curt, Glenn, Craig, Kat and others so they can get into the fight. Y'all rest easy now. I just wanted to tell you about Joe Bonamassa's song: "A Slow Train Comin' ".