Elect me and "Back in the 1800's"

My father, Jules Leon Butler, was born in 1906. I never met his father as he had passed away before I was born. I know that his parents were living in Shreveport and from that, I have concluded that the Butler family comes from a very long line of men and women that were born in the United States.

The same holds true for my mother, Nora McInnis. She always used to say that she was born the year that the Titanic sunk and that she was still floating. Her mother was born in 1890 from parents that were natural born Americans. From that, I concluded that there is a certain amount of cultural influence that came down the line to me and the other members in my family.

I've had some conversations about the origins of the Butler Clan and the McInnis Clan over the years and I  have discovered that a number of impossibilities exist that relate to the cultural influences from being a red blooded American. I concluded that those of us who come from generation after generation of Americans are different from those who are not and it is impossible for us to view immigrants as citizens who have the same cultural values that we do.

If you remember the picture of the Mexican flag flying over a California high school, you may get my point. That is just a crazy as the French flying their flag over a high school in Baton Rouge and claiming that it is their territory, not ours. Please refer to the Louisiana Purchase for the logic surrounding my last sentence and the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo that ended the Mexican American War in 1848 to explain my first.

Our Country has had a long list of men who stood up to the plate and served their Country through the office of the Presidency. Some have been really great leaders and some have been lower on the totem pole of greatness but all of them have been real Americans with real American values and concerns.

Now, due to the insane levels of immigration, we are seeing a voting block of people who are apparently more concerned with "taking back their territory" or "making the Capitalist pigs pay". If you consider that for a moment, I shouldn't have to connect the dots for you as it relates to the selections they make in the voting booth. Having said that, I will now present you with the solution to a few of the problems that plague the Country today.

First and foremost, we need to change the voting laws. We need to insure that every single person who votes, is really an American. We need to think about that for a moment as Jane Fonda will probably pitch a fit about anything that's even close to that. When I say "Real American", that means my version of American, not Jane Fonda's.

If your momma and daddy weren't born here from parents who were born here, from parents who were born here, sorry, no vote. That comment could get me arrested in Liberal City but I don't care cause they're probably on the next list so just be patient and I'll take care of them later. Just keep this first step in mind because you're gonna love my idea of border security. Hang in there.

Attention Patriot Command Staff

To all Unit and Core Commanders  in the Patriot Command Staff.

Watch this video and then feel free to take the rest of the day off with pay. Having said that, I am beginning to think that one of the best ways to communicate with all of you is through attachments that provide a really good environment for you to digest new information. I suggest that you wait until after lunch to view this as it goes very well with popcorn that is best served in the late afternoon.

Colonel Malmay, please inform Colonel Jawar as I know she is busy saving lives at the moment but I believe that she will need to be in the loop on this one, too.

T.L. Butler Sr
Commanding General 




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Timmy's Shit List.

Having completed my 65th birthday celebration yesterday, I thought that my first order of bidness, as a bonafide senior citizen, should be listed here for all to view. I've decided, thanks to John R and Eddie W, that I am going after a couple of organizations that suck. That would be the ACLU and some other half wit group that targets the military's use of the word "God".

Before I get into this, let me say that this is more about the military man and real American citizens who are Christians, than religious freedom. All you atheists or agnostics out there, don't get offended. There are more of us than you so just leave it alone. For you cult members, you can just kiss off and go back to the cave you came from and take that stinking ass camel with you.

First of all, we were  here first. If you came over here and didn't assimilate, the solution to your dilemma is quite simple. Pack your stuff and go back home. I say that in a peaceful way so you will understand that there's no reason at this time for us to start hunting you down and dealing with you in a way that is biblical. I'm talking about that part that said "Kill every man, woman, child and beast of burden". We don't work that way but if we're pushed far enough, we most certainly will. Please refer to the previous posts regarding: "Behind every blade of grass there is a gun".

Secondly, let's focus on the military man. He's the one who has to fight. He's the one that's living in a tent, missing his family and sometimes paying the price for your freedom with his life. I say that HE gets the right to do whatever he wants to do regarding the use of the word "God". In the interest of clarity, let me give you an example.

We can easily go back to the way it used to be when "So help me God" was okay to say. We can put the ten commandments back on the courthouses and pray in the schools. See how easy that was! Oh, did I forget to mention that none of you will be attending public schools? Those are for real American kids and the status quo will be returned to the days when stuff wasn't broke.

With regard to you having your way, we can build a huge courthouse somewhere near the sewer treatment plant in Bossier City and make sure that God's name is not anywhere on it. In addition to that, we can make sure that your wishes are observed by having you list your atheist or agnostic affiliation on your driver's license. That way, when it comes time to vote, you can go to the voting booth that has all Christian candidates removed from the list of people to vote for. Won't that be nice!
See how easy that is!

Next, we can insure that your needs and desires are met by classifying you with the IRS. That way, you can "pay your fair share" of the expense for all these things and not have to worry about being offended by real Americans. If you think I'm being an elitist by using "Real Americans", refer to that "One Nation Under God" thing.

This is just the beginning of the Timmy Way of doin' bidness so I can't get it all done in a single post. I think you get the drift. Doesn't this make you feel good. No more of this "hate God" stuff that's been thrown in our faces by those of you who shouldn't be here and need to leave now.

I'll leave you with this one last thought:, all we need to do is create a bill that makes this legal. I would like to call it the "Shame on your ass" bill but I think it would be accepted in a better light if we call it "The Remove Anti Americans Bill".

There will be more later. Have faith.





  

Ft. Hood Murders, The Veterans Speak.

See there! My ramblings about post traumatic stress have proven to be true. Without a doubt, it ain't no disorder. Remembering those things is fit and proper and proves that our minds are in a hell of a lot better shape than those who have never experienced the real world and all the things that come with it. Life ain't no ride at Chucky Cheese, it's livin' and dyin' and all the other things that come with survival of the fittest.

Since the days of Cambodia, I've always said that "There ain't nothin' better than killin' the guys that are killin' your guys". The comments I've received from the last post about shootin' that no good, murderer Hassan, prove that our boys in uniform still feel that way even if their uniform now says "Property of the VA hospital".

One of my California brothers wants to buy a ticket to be one of the shooters, one wants it done right now, one wants it to be a sporting event held during deer season. Maybe we're getting to a point where we are willing to turn the corner and return to the old days when things were done in a more appropriate manner. Why we decided to fix something that wasn't broke is beyond me. Maybe when bonehead leaves we can get some things proposed that will put things back in order. I hope so.

While I'm at it, let me give a "shout out" to the court house gang in Beauregard Parish Louisiana. At the very top of the building, the old hanging platform still exists. I don't know if the stuff is still there but when you drive by the courthouse the little room at the top is always pointed out as "the place where they used to hang murderers". Who in the hell decided to "fix" that one? I love Louisiana but even we have had our share of bone heads.

This may sound a bit morbid to some of you but if you admit the thoughts you had when you saw Saddam's head in the noose you'll see what I mean. Kinda gives you that happy feeling to know that the mass murders of civilians by chemical weapons ain't gonna  happen anymore. Despite that, there are many who still believe that chemical weapons ain't no weapons of mass destruction. Just ask the Kurds, they'll tell you.

Today is my 65th birthday and starting it off with comments from so many guys that agree with me about the thoughts that focus on the proper way to dispose of Hassan's sorry ass, is a mighty nice way to start the day.

I even opened a birthday card from Mikey that had a coupon in it for Mickey D's place. Maybe ham and eggs would be an appropriate last meal for Hassan. Yeah. Let's add that to the list. See there, it just goes to show you how wonderful years of treatment can be. Thanks to all the Docs at the VA in Houston, Alexandria and Shreveport for making me the man I have become. I think I need a business card to pass around the hospital. I could have a little title block under my name that says something like "A Product Of Our Mental Health Department".

Feelin' good today and looking forward to my birthday dinner and some cake with my grand daughter. Yeeeha.



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Firing Squad for Nidal Hassan? Let's have one!

Do you guys remember Mel Gibson's performance in "The Patriot"? I was watching it yesterday afternoon but my nap time didn't allow me to see it from the very beginning. When I started watching, Mel Gibson and his two kids were just getting ready to shoot the Red Coats that were taking his oldest son to some place where he was to be hanged. He and his other two sons, the youngest of the family, managed to kill 20, rescue his son and get away before another British patrol came by and discovered what remained of the 21 man detail.

Shortly after that, there was a scene where the British commander, Colonel William Tavington, showed up to find out what in the hell happened to his detail. He was with a Colonial, "Captain Wilkins", and after a short explanation of who Wilkins was, you may remember that he was introduced as a man who had previously fought with the Colonial Militia.

Tavington asked, "Why should I trust a man who betrays his neighbors?". Wilkins answered with "Those neighbors of mine who stand against England deserve to die a traitors death".

I really liked that line because I haven't heard the word "traitor" in a long time. I thought about that for a minute and wondered if political correctness had something to with the word being used less and less during today's day and time. In pursuit of that, I went to google and typed in "Major Hassan verdict" and among everything that was said, I couldn't find the word "Traitor" anywhere. I did find the following , and I quote: .

"Soldiers testified that Hassan's rapid reloading made it all but impossible to stop him. Investigators recovered 146 shell casings in the medical building and dozens more outside, where Hassan shot at the backs of soldiers fleeing toward the parking lot".

I'd never heard that before but it gave me enough information to connect the dots between an active duty, U.S. Army Major calculating a specific act to murder 13 other Army personnel.

It may seem odd to some but I think this death sentence is cause for a party. That's right! In the midst of all the media by-passes of the word "Traitor", I say it's time to celebrate the first death sentence of a sorry piece of meat that committed treason against his Country and dealt so much misery to so many families. I don't want to celebrate killing him, I want to celebrate him being killed for his act of treason even though the media never once used that word.

I don't know exactly when he will be executed but I think we need some bumper stickers, maybe a few yard signs, a short bit of radio time or a little of that you tube stuff. Don't you agree? Maybe we could do a lottery or something where you could buy a ticket for a dollar or two and donate all the proceeds to the families of those that were killed. You know, "Take a dollar chance to win a spot on the firing squad kind of thing". I'd buy one in a heart beat.

Let's think about that for a minute. Even if we only offered tickets in Texas, Oklahoma, Louisiana, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia and Tennessee, I bet that there would be lots of Cowboys, Cajuns, Sooners, Hill Billys and Red Necks that would want to participate. Remember, we aren't like Detroit, we still have a lot of Patriots down here and all of them can shoot.

If that didn't raise enough money to give each family that lost someone, a million dollars, we could do other fund raising stuff. How about bumper stickers? "Hassan, Shoot Him In The Balls And Let Him Bleed Out". That could be one. If you don't like that one, how about, "Hassan, gone to meet virgins without his nuts". Please feel free to comment with your own ideas.

If we can't get that done, maybe we could have a bunch of parties on a Nationwide basis and raise money for the families. Tee shirts would be nice, maybe some baseball caps. Get the women involved, they can do wonders for a good cause like this. This could be a lot of fun and send a message that supports our military judicial system. I like it a lot and I feel read good about this. Maybe we've turned the corner on punishing those who do treasonous acts against our Country. Long live the firing squad.







  

The Pucker Factor Syndrome.

I believe that every single pilot that flew helicopters in Vietnam has experienced "The Pucker Factor". For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term, let me explain.

When things get real scary, I mean REAL scary, your butt puckers so much that you don't need a seat belt. Get my drift? All kinds of situations can cause the Pucker Factor to surface. The sound of an AK 47 round hitting the skids of your helicopter will do it. So will a round coming through the dog house. Pucker Factors are not necessarily the result of combat. Other situations can induce various levels of pucker.

A compressor stall will do it, especially if it occurs when you are leaving an LZ with a full load of troops in the back of a Huey. Inexperience can produce it, if the circumstances are right. As I recall it, the first time I experienced the real deal was during a day time mission flying as Craig Wollman's copilot.

We were flying a C&C mission with the Colonel in the back. I didn't know it at the time we departed but I found out immediately that we were heading to an area where a group of our people were in contact with enemy troops not far from Phan Thiet. That's a coastal town on the South China Sea.

The Colonel gave us directions to the site of the battle but that really didn't bother me at all as we were flying at 2,500 feet and everything looked rosy to me. When we arrived at an area that Craig described as "Budda Mountain", I could see some Charlie Model gunships making gun runs. That didn't bother me all that much either.

When I saw some green tracers coming from the mountain toward the gunships, that changed things a little bit but not enough to produce the pucker. When the Colonel saw it, he told Wollman to hold west of the target so we wouldn't be flying through artillery lines of fire.

With Wollman flying at max speed, the Colonel felt that he wasn't given enough time to view the target area. It seemed that we would have to do a 180 degree turn because the battle site wasn't spread out over a very large area. Even though we were flying at a pretty high altitude, the Colonel wasn't happy with the orbit or the time he had with eyes on the target.

I don't recall overhearing any further communications between Wollman and the Colonel but I do recall what happened next. It seemed that out of nowhere, Wollman decided to STOP. That's right. I saw the cyclic coming back and watched the airspeed indicator drop to nearly nothing.

I eventually figured out that Wollman knew exactly what he was doing but to me, it seemed as though he just hovered in one place and put us in a position that gave the bad guys a stationary target to shoot at. All he was really doing was putting the aircraft in a very slow orbit that let the Colonel have all the time he wanted to direct the battle below.

Despite that, having freshly read the book in flight school about NOT doing stuff like that, the ole pucker factor hit with a power that you wouldn't believe.

Wollman eventually explained that the book I read in flight school wasn't the book he was helping to write in combat situations. I eventually figured it all out and actually adopted it when I was flying in Cambodia but I will never forget the first time I experience the Pucker Factor.

I remember it as clearly today as the day it happened and all I have to do to see it is close my eyes and think about it. I would call that a very well remembered lesson in combat tactics from a pilot that was one of the best but I think my counselor at the VA would call that post traumatic stress.

Having explained all of this, let me say that I believe the recent nightmare experience I had was an experience that was stimulated by recent articles I've read about things that are happening in our Country right now. I won't get into them now but I think it's fair to say that any shock of any kind might reconnect your brain to other shocks you've had and produce some recollections of very scary times we've experienced in the past.

In defense of my justifications for these things, let me say: "that before you judge me harshly for thoughts such as these, try to consider that my shock index might be completely different than others and in reality, me and other guys like me, are probably better suited to recognize a real shitty situation than those of you who have never had that ass pucker so tightly that you simply don't know what it's like".

Please refer to the previous post regarding "Invisible Stuff".  Thanks to Craig, Terry, Dudley and Kat for the lessons learned.

Nightmares, Food Stamps And The Idiots Among Us.

I've had a boat load of professionals tell me that they are quite pleased with the progress I've made since the brain surgery. That was July 9th, 2009, and to say that brain surgery, chemo and radiation is a "game changer", is an understatement. I am very much aware that time changes a lot of things but must add: "So does brain surgery".

Some where between 2 a.m. and 6 a.m. this morning, I had one hell of a nightmare. It was a shocker to me as I almost never have nightmares. Maybe a hand full over the years and that's it. This one had to do with Cambodia. Many years ago, I had a similar one but it's been so long ago, I can't even remember when it came. Maybe in the 80's.

I don't understand why Cambodia seems to be the focus for so many of the guys I served with but it seems to be the common denominator.

I've written about the great guys that I flew Nighthawks with when I was flying with the 199th and even though I had the shock of a life time during a day light mission on July 4, 1970, the lion's share of near death experiences that occurred when I was flying with Fireball Aviation, came at night. I never flew a single night time mission in Cambodia and from that, it seems a bit unusual that the nightmare that remains is all about Cambodia and the battles fought in the Chup Rubber Plantation.

With this in mind, I wonder why the mass media considers us as "dangerous" or suffering from some kind of "disorder". To me, recalling these things is "order", not disorder. I still believe that forgetting things like that is more dangerous than anything.

When I was a kid, we held the World War II Veterans in the highest regard. I've often wondered why the Vietnam Veteran was not viewed with that same vision. The only difference I can see has to do with "WHO" is holding us in a bad light.

We were raised by depression era men and women who not only saw tough times in the economy but also saw a life of uncertainty that comes with a World War. As I consider the reality of that statement, I can't help but view today's population as one that didn't have to suffer the kinds of things that our parents did and therefore, don't have the same perspective that they had.

It may seem odd to some of you but I think we would be much better off if we returned to some of the things that happened during the depression. How does "Soup Kitchens" sound? If you compare it to today's nightmare of "Food Stamps", I think it's safe to say that the soup kitchens worked a hell of a lot better than today's situation where there's so much fraud in the system that's designed to provide food for those who don't have any, or don't want to earn the money to buy some.

Remember the lady I wrote about from the grocery store? She presented dog food to the check out lady at the store and was told that she couldn't use food stamps for pet food. Hearing that, she told one of her kids to go to the meat market and buy a huge package of ground beef. Do the math on that one. If she can drive to the grocery store, she can drive to the soup kitchen.

As I outline this post and think through all of these things I wonder if THEY are suffering from "Scrambled Brains" instead of me. I also wonder if the reporters from World War II are turning over in their grave because today's reporters simply don't report the realities but instead, they present their opinions about things.

I guess I will have to be satisfied in knowing that I did my duty and have to pay the price. Even though the price of recollection is pretty much the same as the price our World War II Veterans paid, I guess I'll have to be satisfied with the knowledge that today's news media gurus are simply full of shit. Ahhh, I feel better now.











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