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 One of the reasons that Chattanooga is labeled the most patriotic city in these United States is that Chattanooga is home to the longest continuous running of the Armed Forces Parade with 2024 becoming the 75th year.  In special recognition of this 75th year, all branches of the country’s military will be honored.  Further, Chattanooga’s own Four-Star General B. B. Bell, U. S. Army (Retired) will be the parade marshal and the keynote speaker at the luncheon following the parade. 

I was a member of the UTC ROTC Color Guard from 1972 through 1976.  

That inaugural year found me at Fall Creek Falls, posting the colors for the national meeting of the Reserve Officers Association.

This ROA Convention was a big deal; LTC McDaniel deserves credit for bringing it to Chattanooga.  As it turned out, it was the success of both the UTC Drill Team and Color Guard over a number of years that made the Convention site an easy choice for the Reserve Officers Association.

As exciting as that was, my fawning over and love for the future mother of my firstborn produced a pounding in my heart never previously experienced.

She was there among the dignitaries and guests.  That Banty Rooster wanted out...

 Shout-out, again, to LTC McDaniel, Professor of Military Science - the number one in the ROTC department - who personally called Patty's mother and father, assuring them I would be a worthy Army officer.  Further, this was a chaperoned event, Dress Blues.

Patty's father was a veteran, thankfully, and her beautiful mother gave her blessing.

Among the numerous events the UTC ROTC Color Guard supported, 

Fall Creek Falls stands alone.  

In fact, the excitement that evening displaced what would become my second most memorable Color Guard event:

My first Mardi Gras...

Billeted only a few blocks away from the French Quarter on a docked United States Navy battleship, the four of us removed our uniforms and transformed into teen civilians.

This was the first of three parades and my initial visit to the legendary French Quarter.  I didn't harbor so much resentment toward the French in those days, as I was in my second semester of French at UTC, after also having a year at Central High in Columbia, TN.  

Two Manly Men provided my guards; Cadet Rick Sharp, a future Airborne Ranger, was my right guard.  The left was protected by Cadet Lee Earl, an absolutely unforgettable fellow. Those tumultuous seventies would occasionally find a drunk asshole in the crowd lining Canal Street.  I recall Rick butt-stroking a moron who jumped into our path with his M-14 and without losing cadence...

From right shoulder arms to the forty-five degree butt-stroke and return to right shoulder arms...

All synchronous with the cadence...

Cadet Rick Sharp's defense of the Colors that evening made our incredible Drill Team smile.

 Lee and I lived a block apart on Mississippi Avenue in those UTC days.  

Love her accent... 

I assumed command of the Color Guard the following year.

The view from the copilot seat in front is quite nice...

  Larry L. Taylor (12 February 1942 – 28 January 2024) was a United States Army officer and helicopter pilot who was awarded the Medal of Honor on 5 September 2023 for his actions on 18 June 1968 during the Vietnam War. 

The President of the United States of America, authorized by Act of Congress, March 3rd, 1863, has awarded in the name of Congress the Medal of Honor to First Lieutenant Larry L. Taylor, United States Army, for conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty.

First Lieutenant Larry L. Taylor distinguished himself by acts of gallantry and intrepidity above and beyond the call of duty while serving with Troop Delta, 1st Squadron, 4th Cavalry, 1st Infantry Division on June 18th, 1968, near the village of Ap Go Cong, Republic of Vietnam.

On this date, First Lieutenant Taylor commanded a light fire team of two Cobra helicopter gunships scrambled on a nighttime mission in response to an urgent call for aerial fire support from a four-man, long-range patrol team.

Upon arrival, First Lieutenant Taylor found the patrol team surrounded and heavily engaged by a larger Viet Cong force. He immediately requested illumination rounds and supporting artillery to assist with identifying the enemy positions.

Despite intense enemy groundfire, he flew at a perilously low altitude, placing a devastating volume of aerial rocket and machine gun fire on the enemy forces encircling the friendly patrol.

For over approximately 45 minutes, First Lieutenant Taylor and his wingman continued to make low-level, danger-close attack runs on the surrounding enemy positions.

When enemy fire increased from the village of Ap Go Cong, he requested artillery rounds with lower illumination altitudes be fired on that portion of the village so that the burning rounds ignited the enemy positions.

With both Cobra gunships nearly out of ammunition and the enemy still closing in on the patrol team, First Lieutenant Taylor flew the patrol team's potential ground evacuation route, finding it unviable based on the heavy enemy ground fire encountered.

Returning to the patrol team's location, he continued to circle it at a low level under intense enemy fire, employing his searchlight to make fake gun runs on the enemy positions to distract them from the patrol team.

Running low on fuel and with the patrol team nearly out of ammunition, First Lieutenant Taylor decided to extract the team with his two-man Cobra helicopter gunship – a feat never before accomplished.

He directed his wingman to fire their remaining minigun rounds on the patrol team's east flank. First Lieutenant Taylor then fired his own last minigun rounds on the enemy positions, opening an avenue of movement to the east for the patrol team.

He directed the patrol team to move 100 yards towards the extraction point, where First Lieutenant Taylor, still under enemy fire, landed his helicopter and instructed the patrol team to climb aboard anywhere they could.

With the four-man, long-range patrol teams seated on rocket pods and skids, he evacuated them to the nearest friendly location, undoubtedly saving their lives.

First Lieutenant Taylor's conspicuous gallantry, his profound concern for his fellow soldiers, and his intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty are in keeping with the highest traditions of military service and reflect great credit upon himself, his unit, and the United States Army.

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A refreshing departure from the constant bombardment of videos revealing the true domestic terrorists in our country.

And it ain't Whitey.

For decades, I have been thankful for my father's thoughtful advice to consider UTC for my military training, as well as getting a great undergraduate education.

There wasn't a nebulous 'college experience', whatever that is.  I didn't have time for fraternities (although I did enjoy rush week...); my brothers were fellow cadets who were ridiculed every Wednesday when the Corps of Cadets were required to wear their uniforms.

My 'fraternity' brothers were not hippies who needed haircuts and baths, or lazy 'let's get drunk and party' unserious students.

We all had jobs and were in competition for a coveted Regular Army commission; a good GPA was an absolute requirement.

Incidentally, the average GPA at Harvard is 3.5 (!).  Further, the average grade in this Poison Ivy League participation reward society is A or A+...

WTF?

DEI in action.

You go, girl!

Why is it so difficult to break up these illegal demonstrations of blatant hatred for America and Israel?

All the obfuscation with 'excessive force' claims and violation of 'human rights', as evidenced by the Chicago U's demand for Vaseline, dental dam, HIV tests and 'The Morning After Pill' is blinding our governmental idiots to an easy solution.  

And we must not forget that another Muslim Moron, almost crying, decried bananas being thrown at them.  "Some of  us have severe banana allergies..."

These unmanly men are being recruited by the woke military today...

By the way, these  Chicago morons, emulating their hippy grandparents with their 'free love' aphorisms, give new meaning to the query from the stupid parent who funds this activity:

"Are you studying or f#*king off?"

I must admit the rubber dam is a simple and effective measure to isolate the dental surgical field, but my knowledge of its extracurricular use is quite limited.

My question - why aren't they demanding condoms?  I really don't care, however, to expand my knowledge of the utilization of the rubber dam. 

 One final thought:  do they use a winged clamp or not?

Story by Jenny Goldsberry, Washington Examiner  

I took a second look at the name of the author and fondly remembered my birthplace...

Don't forget Ole Miss...

Again, these demonstrations do not happen on SEC campuses.

A minor limited exception was Vanderbilt; they are a lost cause.

Nice to beat up on them at the end of the football season..

Charlie Foxtrot.

Delta Sigma Delta seemed to support a number of educational and professional projects.  They did not, however, have a fraternity house; meetings were conducted on campus.

Frankly, my decision to pledge Delta Sig was guided because of the man whose signature is on the left of my certification.

That signature belongs to none other than 'Diamond Jim' Andrews.

Yes, Martha, that Diamond Jim...

I have encountered few men in my life who commanded so much respect from those around him than Doctor James T. Andrews.

An absolute legend in the dental profession, 'Diamond Jim' was chairman of the Operative Department, responsible for instilling the nuts and bolts of dental surgery.

Our class was blessed to have such an array of accomplished instructors.  Dr. Andrews, spearheading the phenomenal effort to restore UT as a world class dental school, was a hands-on clinical instructor with exacting standards.

I still clearly remember that very first class and Dr. Andrews referring to requirements of our various tooth preparations and subsequent restorations measured in tenths of millimeters.

That got my attention .

Further, his demeanor reminded me a lot of my father, and, not dissimilarly, an Army Drill Sergeant.  

But with a more gentle touch.

Every dentist remembers the very first time they stood in line for the evaluation of their potential skills as a dentist.            

Like Christians being fed to the lions, your turn was coming.  I was reminded of the many times I had reported to a senior officer, he being seated and I standing while rendering a salute. 

  When you presented your class I occlusal preparation, toiling for nearly an hour and utilizing a drill capable of 350,000 rpm, trepidation started seeping in.  Everyone in the ever-growing line awaiting their judgement is all tuned in to your critique, knowing theirs is impending.

All eyes and ears are on you.  Further, this is 'Diamond Jim' Andrews, a living legend.

Not once did it occur to us that, in college, a university professor of such import would not be encountered until in Honors courses or their senior year.

Governor Winfield Dunn saw how Army basic training transformed young men, in a relatively short period of time, into warriors.

The Army presented the very best teachers to the young trainees.  My father was one of those very best as a Drill Sergeant.

Dr. Andrews was that wealth of clinical knowledge and, combined with instructor abilities, both clinical and didactic, provided unquestioned leadership in the Operative Department.

I distinctly remember my Spidey sense going off the closer I approached this living legend.  As a young infantry officer, RECONDO and Pathfinder qualified, and having endured a number of counselling sessions from a United States Army Drill Sergeant, I still felt a certain sense of dread...

Dr. Andrews carefully evaluated my excavation of the ivorine tooth in my dentoform.  With bright illumination and magnification, he performed an approximately two minute inspection.  He looked up and suggested I smooth the pulpal floor a bit more.

I asked him which tool I would use for that, thinking it might be the Wedelstaedt Chisel.

I learned a life-long lesson at that moment:

"Mechanics use tools.  You use instruments...", with a grin on his face.

I was pleased to hear from Dr. Matthew Brock, 

 Southeastern Endodontics 

who informed me that the legacy of 'Diamond Jim' remains at UT College of Dentistry with his daughter now at the reigns.

God bless her and thanks, 'Diamond Jim' for the high honor of being one of your students.

This fraternity was well funded by alumni.  Their house was located on some of the most expensive real estate in Memphis and they had their own top notch dental lab, obviating the need for adherence to lab hours on campus.

Psi O had some characters who were excellent clinicians and athletes.

And they loved entertaining their friends with frequent parties.

They extended a kindness and generosity to all their peers, regardless if they were Psi Omega members or not.

Intramural sports enabled me to make some great friends and found me hanging out with them more than my own fraternity.

Although Patty and I attended some of their pool parties, my time there was mostly spent in the utilization of their dental lab.

Thanks, boys!

 I eschewed the use of UTCHS facilities in the GEB (General Education Building) at night.

Memphis after dark provided inherent dangers attendant to fabrication of that gold crown...  

As UT was one of only a handful of dental schools in the nation that, as part of the paradigm shift in dental education in Tennessee, required their dental students to do their own lab work.

 All crowns, bridges, orthodontic appliances and removable prosthetics were the student's responsibility.

Thankfully, the cast metal removable partial dentures, with the exception of the first two, were fabricated by our dental technicians, as required by their training in their pursuit of CDT (Certified Dental Technician) status.

In fact, the complexity involved in the construction of a standard RPD became a lost art over the years.  Dr. Denny Standifer's father, again an absolute legend in Chattanooga, provided me with some outstanding appliances over the years.

He retired from, I believe, Mynatt  Dental Lab, resulting in the dentists in the Chattanooga area forced to utilize an Area Dental Lab in Atlanta.  

Dr. Standifer's bench time with his father as a ten year old, cutting sprues off castings, was a blessing in many ways.

His Midas touch, alluded to earlier, was accentuated by those early skills gleaned from his time in his Dad's lab.  He helped his peers in dental school with lab issues; Denny was a leader in his class.

His father provided direction for Red Bank Baptist as their music director, as I discovered from a number of my patients.  

I remember those beautiful, well polished RPD's.  Without exception, there was little adjustment necessary for the flanges and distal extension; occlusion was always great...

At any rate, I avoided being in downtown Memphis after dark, even in 1977:

 One Thursday night around 2345 hours, and the GEB near its closing time of midnight, I exited the GEB and prepared to cross the street where my beautiful Mach I was parked.

Surprisingly, I saw some bastard trying to steal my beauty.  He had smashed the driver's side window and attempting to hot wire my Blue Beast.

Seeing all that glass in the street enraged me.

A 1972 Mach I needed only a coat hanger to gain entry, due to the design of the large window and door lock.  Having locked my keys in the car before, 30 seconds or so with the coat hanger allowed easy access.

Yes, Martha, that happened to me several times... 

Furious, I sprinted to confront the POS committing one of the top ten violations among men who love their cars - 

Don't f#*k with my baby!

Hearing my footsteps, the low life quickly withdrew from my damaged vehicle, his wide eyes giving evidence to the immediacy of the situation.  

This wasn't Whitey.

No, it was a typical Memphis resident found in an LBJ project.  Black. 

 His 'fight or fight' reflexes kicked in. Abruptly dodging my reach for his neck, he sprinted through a park adjacent to Madison Avenue with me in hot pursuit.  This SOB was fast and, although I was closing in, my Spidey sense warned me not leave the confines of UTCHS.

Fortunately, I had USAA automobile insurance (at that time, only offered to officers in the military) and renter's insurance.

After a similar occurrence a few months later,  I leaned on my Psi O colleagues for the use of their dental lab.

This stud good friend also had two incidents on campus with, again, not Whitey.

John is a product of a military family.  His incredible father,

  Col Haynie Sherwood Bastian (1917-2001) 

was a bomber pilot in WWII and patriarch of a proud Southern family in the Shackle Island community.  I was visibly impressed with Greystone, John's beautiful family home reminiscent of those huge stone edifices found in the Confederate South.

 John established his general dental practice in nearby Gallatin, providing excellent dentistry to many lucky patients, including The Man In Black.

Yes, Martha, my recommendation for one of God's warriors, Riley Gaines, to consult him for her personal security was also Johnny Cash's dentist.

John, a Southern man, knows the value of the Second Amendment.  Aware of the dangers of his abode, Dr. Bastian kept a holstered six shooter looped on the bedpost within easy reach.

On two occasions in the dark of night, John awakened to find a person in his room with evil intent.

And, of course, it wasn't Whitey.

This black bastard has hopefully found Jesus, in light of John's restraint from sending him straight to Hell.

Nope.  John didn't need his life to be more complex than it already was in his pursuit of that dental degree.

He escorted this POS out of his room, doubtless with a stern counselling session.  He didn't even call the cops.

This happened twice during the four years we were in Memphis.

I recall John, after leaving Patty and me late one evening, was pulled over on campus by Memphis PD as he approached his apartment.  John had done nothing wrong, but it was approximately 0200 hours, on a desolated street (only a block away from where the black bastards kept trying to steal my Mustang).

John's pistol was lying on the passenger seat in full view of the officer.  The policeman simply stated "good idea...".

Again, these two black bastards, not Whitey, who Biden would tell us is the REAL threat, should thank their lucky stars John did not beat them to death.

There was a knock on the door. 

 This was a Saturday night and I was the only one in the house as these guys were all single and out on the town.  There were some folks frolicking in the swimming pool and I was watching a Braves game.  I opened the door to find one of Memphis' finest, a notepad in his hand.

"There's a complaint from your neighbor...", the officer informed me.  

It seems good old Dr. Koontz was chagrined.  His Midtown Memphis residence consisted of a complete city block; it was across the street from the Psi O house.  As an infantry officer, my first thought was that his mansion could be easily defended from his real enemy - those Demoncrats in Memphis; its expansive lawns on all four flanks provided unfettered zones of fire.

Apparently, a fraternity house was not a welcome addition to this lah-de-dah neighborhood.  Friction had been smoldering for some time with Psi Omega over the years.  This staid residential area 

didn't take kindly to those frat parties...

I must admit thoughts of Animal House entered my mind one evening while doing lab work and observed a toga party at the pool.  However, I had never witnessed excessive noise or boisterous activity.  Further, the pool area was enclosed by a privacy fence.

Shout-out to John Belushi...kudos to Jim, but he couldn't wear a toga like John...

At any rate, I queried the officer as to the nature of the complaint.  Suspecting excessive noise or similar, his response was quite intriguing.

"Nudity in and around the pool...".

A momentary pause, as I waited for the officer's continuation of the issue, before I inquired "And...?".

The pleasant officer, a slight grin breaking on his face, "That's it...". 

Reflecting no change of expression, I assured the officer I would avail those responsible of his recommendation to cease and desist.

He thanked me and departed.

I grabbed a beer, turned the TV off and took a seat by the pool, as the dental lab was a separate structure from the house and only steps away from where I was awaiting the burnout of my wax pattern for a lower first molar crown.

Enjoying the basis of the Dr. Koontz complaint for a few minutes before my destiny with molten gold, I relished a Coors and naked nursing students enjoying themselves.  

There were perhaps a dozen or so folks enjoying a beautiful summer evening.  They weren't preying on tourists on Beale Street or damaging vehicles on the UTCHS campus.

Several just happened to be naked.

As I headed into the lab, I conveyed the warning from Memphis PD.

Thank you, Lord in Heaven. 

Anecdotally, a successful casting was produced that evening.  Images of God's best creation danced in my mind as I cut the sprue and polished that baby...

Great news!  The enemy has already consolidated his position.

With this degree of consolidation, kinetic energy is not required.

Day after day, this abomination is tolerated by the GWU administration.

Their selection of Jen Psaki as their commencement speaker is sure to inspire every person at that event. 

 I would not recommend any patient to her nutcase mother, a psychotherapist, if this is the product of her loins...

Would you not expect someone with a doctorate degree, nationally recognized for something, as the speaker?

Nope.  A sociology and English degree from William and Mary is good enough.

And with Trump Derangement Syndrome...

A lying mouthpiece, along with John Kerry, I mean Rachel Maddow, for the Demoncrats, 'Circle Back Jen' evokes visceral feelings.  Watching their cackles when they are highlighted on other networks because of their over-the-top rhetoric is, admittedly, stimulating.

No, Martha, I didn't say 'Circle Jerk Jen'...

Jen does stimulate a number of my systems, including cerebral and autonomic.  That visually induced nausea is accompanied by stimulation of my endocrine system, as well.

A simple water drop, again, no kinetics.

This low altitude drop from the CH-47 Chinook is appropriate for smaller crowds. 

 They will scatter like roaches exposed to light...

One of the demands of a particularly annoying protestor was that water be brought in, as a human catastrophe was developing in the form of dehydration and starvation.

Remember this 'rhymes with witch'?  With a bobble head behind her nodding its head affirming that 'starvation and dehydration' was an immediate threat, Miss Pudgy, a PhD student and 'instructor' at Columbia, maintained a straight face. 

 After three days...

Hmmm....

Some empathy for her; her surname must  have presented issues as a young girl.  The Dennis the Menace conundrum did not present the extent of humor and satirization, at my expense, that Miss Pudgy must have endured.

She probably prefers 'Miss Pudgy' to

JOHANNAH KING-SLUTZKY

The hyphenation of her surname may indicate she was spared that teasing as a child.  She either married some idiot or, more probably, likes the ring of 'slut' and just adopted the name...

More to the point, her obvious failure in life so far may have given her aspirations to become a Russian Honeypot.

Why not?  Given the abject stupidity and amoral character of SSG Gordon Black and other soldiers like him found in Biden's military, this is a great cottage industry for whores.

https://www.military.com/daily-news/2024/05/13/gordon-black-soldier-held-russia-files-appeal-court-over-pretrial-confinement.html

I pray this POS is representative of a very small percentage of today's DEI woke military.  Especially if he is infantry.

SLUTZKY does have that 'Russian whore' ring to it...

A measure of her intellect and parasitic nature, here's a quote from the SLUTzky:

"Yeah. I mean, student workers, we are, I think, the majority of workers, or at least instructional workers and research workers, at the university."

I would like to see her diagram that sentence.

Again, who starts a sentence with "I mean..."?

You're right, Martha, a twelve year old.

Striking Columbia Student Workers Demand Living Wage as School's ...

What if a saboteur, trying to further polarize this nation, accidentally-on-purpose filled those water bladders with  

Pretending to be insane in order to avoid jailtime for various offenses, Jack Nicholson was committed to a mental facility and found himself in a battle of wills with Nurse Ratched...

It has become a reference to the 'inmates running the asylum' metaphor, earned over the decades since the release of this funny movie.

Dismissing patients and wiping the tears from my eyes, I was dumbfounded at who, apparently, were the bosses - university students who have contributed nothing to society.

I would never have dreamed the Demoncrats and Marxists would turn our 'higher education' over to the Upside Down World.

Triangle of evil...

Demoncrats zealously support the most evil scum on the face of the Earth.

Why is the vile spewing of treasonous epithets by these enemies of the state tolerated?

 Pleasing my masters China, Iran, Obama and Soros, I denounce Islamophobia and hate Jews!

As a devout Catholic, I fully support dismembering babies and only like Jewbags...

The battlefield presents dangers, many of which are mitigated with proper adherence to those rules which begin in Basic Training.

My father knew his responsibility to the parents of his young trainees included their best possible preparation for combat.

This Drill Sergeant knew his trainees well and pushed them to have the situational awareness at all times in order to survive on the battlefield.  Some of these young men, especially those from the South, were quick learners.  

Some were not.

A few moments later:

"Captain Daw, MASCAL!", as my platoon sergeant was providing an alert for boarding our air asset.

He continued, "I'm grabbing the chaplain...".

Do not touch unexploded ordnance.  That's why God made EOD professionals.

There is something about explosives that gets young men all hot and bothered.

Admittedly, I sometimes dismissed my father's warning about those unexploded firecrackers:

"Do not mess with them.  You'll blow your fingers off..."

Recognizing the potential energy of the innards of those duds provided the impetus to split them open and gather all the powder from the UXE and make one big explosion.

As I have retained all my digits, God looked after me.

This young corporal, after discovering an unexploded RPG, decided he was going to take it with him and somehow ship it home.

His squad members admonished him to call EOD.  Ignoring their counsel, this young soldier carried it around for an hour or so before the constant berating by his comrades caused him to abruptly toss it into the bushes.

The MEDEVAC team found multiple injuries; one soldier was severed at his waist, others were missing limbs and worse.

I recall the chaplain kneeling and praying with a young soldier whose pinky finger had been blown off.  Our deeply respected and much loved chaplain was gently guided to a mortally wounded warrior who was asking for him.

As the flurry of activity was occurring, the soldier responsible for this tragedy, a dazed look in his eyes and staring at the carnage, kept repeating - 

"What have I done?" over and over for about fifteen minutes, before he collapsed with a piece of shrapnel about the size of a half dollar embedded in his brain.  

May God bless these heroes.

The Korean peninsula does not provide large areas for training.  Field Artillery, Air Assault and Infantry all share the limited terrain designated for military exercises.

UXE is a common finding.  Spidey sense should always kick in...

I recall the constant bitching from CPT Al Abejon, one of my BOQ buddies in Yongsan, that he couldn't employ the Hellfire missile

as its 11 kilometer range precluded its use.

Cobra pilots love their Hellfires...

Anecdotally, CPT Abejon was the technical advisor for that portion of "A Time To Triumph" movie that was filmed at Fort Rucker.

I now had two connections to the movie starring one of my favorite actresses as a youth.  Patty Duke portrayed Concetta Hassan, a highly talented young CWO2 aviator, and one of my patients.

I was impressed with this young lady who had VIP designation - reserved for only the best aviators - and ferried ambassadors, heads of state, and other VIP's, including General Officers, around Seoul.

 The 34-year-old was not on official travel when he was held on 2 May in the city of Vladivostok, in Russia's Far East. 

This married father demonstrated extremely poor judgment when he travelled to Russia to see his girlfriend.

Adultery is punishable with court-martial in the Army and worse by God.

Sixteen years in the Army and only a staff sergeant.

  Our military has devolved to unprecedented depths.  I feel for his family, but not for him. 

Before the internet, the temptations were all in Tongduchon...

If my soldiers screwed up, generally a counselling session or maybe an Article 15, depending on the severity of the offense, would be punishment enough.

Only scumbag Demoncrats  can have honey pots...   

Note the imaginary paper grasp.  This POS farts in public.  

https://nypost.com/2019/11/19/congressman-eric-swalwell-appears-to-fart-on-live-tv/

He blatantly and ostentatiously throws campaign cash around.

Check out this asshole's foreign trips and their associated massive costs...

Unprecedented in American history, this Demoncrat has sparked untold worldwide repercussions.

 According to The Guardian, new evidence shows that both the Red Cross and the Vatican helped Nazis and their collaborators escape from their Allied conquerors to a life of freedom, either by mistake or as part of an immoral plan to preserve Catholicism's power in Europe and the world at large. 

Historically, the United States of America has been the only force on the planet to have Israel's back since 1948.  Further, the antithesis of Biden, President Donald Trump, accomplished what no previous president had not:

Officially moving Israel's capital to Jerusalem.

Again, Donald Trump is a Christian and values the sanctity of life.

Robinette is not.

With Biden's prohibition of arms for Israel in its very struggle for existence, and, conversely, lifting sanctions on the arming  of the existential threat for Christians and Jews:  Lebanon and Qatar.

These Muslim whores harbor the Bastard Sons of Iran

The most compelling evidence of the soul of the Iranian - Manchurian Candidate, and traitor to both America and Israel, is Biden's waiving of sanctions on Iranian oil, now at record production levels.

40 billion dollars annually.

Plus paying Iran 1 billion dollars each for American hostages.

Further ensuring Iranian influence will, in fact, result in explosive consequences in the Middle East, Biden declared war on American oil production.

Pure evil. 

There must be no living American hostages in Gaza, as Biden has not paid the typical ransom demanded by Iran.

The angel revives Daniel and tells him he has come to give Daniel a message from God in answer to Daniel’s prayers. A demon had prevented the angel for three weeks from reaching Daniel. The angel’s message is about Israel and the future.

 New International Version
“At that time Michael, the great prince who protects your people, will arise. There will be a time of distress such as has not happened from the beginning of nations until then. But at that time your people—everyone whose name is found written in the book—will be delivered."

 ¹³But the prince of the Persian kingdom resisted me twenty-one days. 

In those days, Persia was the proverbial Superpower.

Powerful enough to have their own spawn of God's outcasts - or, as Jesus put it:

Demons.

Spiritual forces powerful enough to keep Michael, no slouch himself, away from Daniel for 3 weeks.  

It appears the prince of the Persian kingdom  has now possessed Biden.

• NOAA issued a G4 geomagnetic storm watch for the first time in nearly 20 years.

11 May 2024 update:

It's a G5.

Producing an aurora borealis as far south as Alabama.

The power of our Sun, one of billions of stars that stud God's universe, 93 million miles away...

Look no further than the products of our 'elite' universities...

Most notably, the Poison Ivy League brainwashing centers...

Especially with what these evil 'prince of Persia' wannabes did to the first guy to reach out to the Hebrews.

At the university that bears his name.  

Yes, Martha, as one of his first official acts as the President of the United States of America, General George Washington reached out to God's Children.

He eloquently conveyed God's message, giving them His assurance of safe harbor in these United States of America. 

Despicable hordes of vermin, worthy of wholesale registration in the National Execution Network system (in order to balance the budget...) descending on DC...

I have never seen Him blink...

God has provided enough fuel for Mother Earth and all His creatures for, using Biden mathematical terms, zillions of years.

Using the simplest building block of His amazing Lego set, God uses Hydrogen as the progenitor for a nuclear fusion process that renders Helium and lots of energy.

Hold onto your panties, Demoncrats, I know 'energy' is a bad word.

No Carbon here, which, by the way, is essential for ORGANIC molecules.

Again, using Bidenomic terms -

Every second, the sun fuses 600 billion zillion kilograms of Hydrogen into Helium.

Most importantly for us, 4 billion zillion kilograms of matter is converted into energy.

Doubtless, the Duchess of Cornwall would also prefer that noble gas...

 to the gas presented by the ignoble Manchurian Candidate. 

 President Joe Biden let out a long, loud fart while talking with the Duchess of Cornwall at the COP26.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hnWmTbOhVE

Even the European douchebags were appalled at the rapid fire anal ejections from the 'stop-those-emissions' walking corpse.

 https://www.politico.eu/article/joe-biden-fart-cop26-royal-family-camilla/

The duchess “hasn’t stopped talking about” Biden’s fart, an “informed source” told the Mail on Sunday in what may be the greatest use of media sourcing in years. Move over, Deep Throat, here comes Deep Colon.

“It was long and loud and impossible to ignore,” the Mail wrote about the fart — the breaking of wind, not the U.S. leader, I hasten to add.

"... or was it Commander?  No, wait- it was Jill!"

30 May 2024

Only a G2 this time...

Even though sunspots are relatively commonplace, a G5 not so...

 "Extreme" and rare G5 solar storm hits Earth on Saturday • Earth.com 

Followed by a G2.

Would this be analogous to earthquake aftershocks?

Or something else...

Whitey was at it again, wielding a machete in a McDonald's in Time's Square...

While this was going on, the crime fighters in Gotham City were pursuing the Orange Man.

Tens of millions of dollars spent by the traitorous scum, known as Demoncrats, in New York City to convict the only hope for this nation.

Before God's intervention.

Oops!  Again, a case of mistaken identity.

 It wasn't Whitey with the machete...

5 November 2024

A day of reckoning?

My beautiful and truly remarkable Mother, Joyce Lilla, always knew Denise and Dawn would succeed in life.  The Daw matriarch had provided the tools and environment necessary for them to have an opportunity to make our family even more proud of them. 

Our Mother's never-wavering confidence in her children was rewarded and confirmed.

 Denise Kay and Dawn Kyla both earned Bachelor of Science in Nursing degrees, providing a precious few years of justified pride in her girls before her ascension to Heaven in 1999...

The great ear-to-ear smile that Joyce Lilla Daw was noted for provided evidence of quite the proud mom...

Our father had no worries about to whom he was relinquishing command with his frequent deployments.

And regarding the sixth member of the family...

I hope to see  Li'l Bit  when I see my Mother again...

After thankfully surviving this alligator attack at Panama City in 1971, this young lady eventually would follow our Mother in her desire to be a force for good in society.

A nice by-product of that UTC pursuit:

A studly and talented pediatric resident who took quite the fancy to this pretty UTC nurse.

Kaitlyn, Katherine and Morgan are happy about that occurrence.

Kaitlyn has provided Dennis and Denise with a beautiful granddaughter, honoring our angelic Mother, her great-grandmother, with the baby naming...

Joyce... 

As an aside - great job, Adam.  

Cannot forget that Manly Men have a role in this, also...

Denise Kay and Dawn Kyla Daw present two studies in Brains and Beauty.

Beating the odds at the Cincinnati Zoo after her Mother gave premature birth to her, Miss Fiona is thriving.

Six weeks premature and only 29 pounds at birth, she and her mom were accorded a nice Mother's Day...

(Besides my facial structure, I mean...)

My parents have told me of my six-week early bursting onto the scene.

Apparently, it took some getting used to the substantial amount of hair on my little body. 

 Fortunately, I shed my winter coat, as it was August...

Again, only a select few patients have viewed the pork chop scar on my neck.

By the way, I hope to see my three Boxers, all named Butch, again.

Toward that end, I endeavor to do what Mark Wahlberg recommends:

Stay prayed up.

"Now I lay me down to sleep..." is always a great way to start a conversation.

Escorting her to the Read House that evening presented that omnipresent challenge:

Suppression of the Banty Rooster.

I didn't mind slapping a tie on and providing escort for her in this invitation-only soiree sponsored by various modeling agencies.  One particular agency had noticed Lisa, discovering her from a number of Olan Mills photographs that were on prominent display at various studios.

Lisa was an appointment secretary for their Hixson studio, located at that time where Five Guys is now.  Soon after, Mr. Mills acquired 2120 Northpoint Boulevard for their beautiful photographic studio.

This was a brand spanking new building, supporting a considerably larger studio.

Forsaking her modeling career in order to become my bride, she had two office positions at 2120 Northpoint Boulevard.

Initially, appointment secretary for Olan Mills and later becoming my office manager (the day after giving birth to Kara Dennison Daw, aka The Second Lady, on August the seventeenth of 1995), Lisa's work area from the Olan Mills era was transformed into the children's alcove. 

Upon becoming a Mother, she naturally had the front desk... 

Kara Dennison born on my birthday.  Blessed yet again...

There he is...

I returned home after a day in the office and noticed a nice picture of the family Kara had drawn.

It was the Mother's Day card Miss Kara presented to her mom, knowing it would be her last...

This was odd, as it was just Bullitt and me; yet this was lying in front of the fireplace.

My immediate thought:

Where did this come from?  Again, it was just the dog and me; if it wasn't food, he would not be interested...

I knew it was Kara's beautiful Mother reminding me, not that I needed one, of this bittersweet annual remembrance of an angel who left us way too soon.

Kara, who demonstrated her artistic talent  early as a preschooler, carefully drew her Mother, brother Dylan and Daddy, providing her mom with the same hairstyle she sported in 2004.

The whole family was drawn to scale and a couple of paragraphs Kara penned elicited misty eyes from her Daddy.

Kara was quite the nine year old...

That supernatural event was only one of a number of occurrences that assure me Lisa is performing Overwatch...

Every year, my father ensured this special day for Mothers was celebrated in the Daw family.

He never spoke of his mother, nor lamented being raised by a strict, sometimes harsh, father.

It was years after my grandfather passed before I heard anecdotal stories such as:

My father would sometimes be awakened in the middle of the night and whipped for something that had occurred days earlier...

The nation's third highest award...

Neither did they.

19 May 2024

As I continue to reflect on those Manly Men who have been influential in my life, Rick Sharp repeatedly came to mind.

Performing his military function that evening on Canal Street in New Orleans, protecting the Colors, this stud would not wilt from anything.

Researching Rick this evening revealed his ascension to Heaven nearly five years ago.  With a tear in my eye, I was momentarily stunned before a flood of memories of this truly remarkable man of God came forth.

Rick, a dedicated Catholic recently graduated from Notre Dame High School, provided advice to me for virtually any dilemma I found myself in.

My first job in Chattanooga was OK, but in a part of town one would not want to be in after dark, even in the seventies.  I asked Rick if he had any ideas.  The next day, after recon, he informed me Pizza Hut was hiring.

Minimum wage, but Brainerd Road was better than Fourth Avenue...

And it set into motion the first azimuth on the map for the rest of my life...

'Friends with benefits' in those days meant I could slap plenty of pepperoni on those pies for my friends.  

Yes, Martha, and lots of cheese...

As a consequence, this enabled me to meet the mother of my firstborn.  Patty came in with the brother of the young lady I was dating at the time.  Inger Stevens, I thought to myself.  Oh my, what a beauty...

The rest is history.

That was 1973.  

After making thousands of pizzas at the Pizza Hut in my freshman year (minimum wage of $1.85 an hour) and enduring the hot summer of 1973 dealing with a massive warehouse full of automotive parts ($2.50 an hour), I welcomed the opportunity to work in an air conditioned environment.  My right guard, Rick Sharp, once again came to my rescue.  He had heard that Overnite Transportation, a large common carrier with nearly 40 terminals (#26 was Chattanooga), needed a billing clerk.

I took no summer classes at UTC and worked as much as possible, furthering my efforts in the wooing of my future wife, and maintaining my apartment on Mississippi Avenue.  As much as I loved living at home with my beautiful mother and sisters, the daily commute to UTC from home, down Hixson Pike (the S-curves were fun in my Mustang however...) and across the river, was considerably shortened with my move to Mississippi Avenue. 

 More importantly,  707 Mississippi Avenue provided a much better venue for courting the future mother of my firstborn, Kris.

As a bonus, Saint Marks Church, literally next door, had a great indoor basketball court...

 I was challenged at Fort Reilly that summer in 1975 and, with God's help, RECONDO and Pathfinder requirements were satisfied.

My six weeks in the hot Kansas sun were insignificant to the nine weeks of Ranger School that this accomplished soldier endured.

Three weeks at Fort Benning, three weeks in the mountains of Dahlonega, followed by three weeks in the swamps of Florida.  

Watch out for those 'no-shoulders', as my father referred to snakes...

Cadet Rick Sharp's escape and evasion experience resulted in my third azimuth.

Eschewing the life of an infantry officer, preferring instead the satisfying of my military obligation as a dental officer, I applied to UTCHS for dental school admission.

Witnessing first hand the life of an infantryman, I would sometimes not see my father for days or weeks at a time.  

Again, as the best of the best, an Army Drill Sergeant, my father's day start early -

O dark thirty...

Again, Lieutenant Rick Sharp's legacy includes his poignant description of his E and E experience at Fort Benning and the supernatural influence on both of us.

Fort Benning had a highly detailed mock village where Ranger candidates were POW prisoners, then given the opportunity to 'escape', the easy part. 

Evasion was the hard part...

(Fort Polk, LA, where mosquitoes are reportedly 'as big as birds', had something similar for Advance Individual Training of the infantryman, known as 'Tiger Land'.)

That very realistic replica of a typical Vietnamese village and home for the Viet Cong was notorious.

  It's reputation preceded that portion of the grueling nine weeks of training that produced the best trained warriors on the planet, the Airborne Ranger.

  A Ranger School axiom: do not get captured. 

 Every Ranger would advise all those studs, filled with Masculine Toxicity, anxious to acquire the highly coveted Ranger Tab - "Do NOT get captured...".

Well, Rick was captured.  

The UTC ROTC Color Guard's protector of its right flank, and my close friend, was now in the hands of 'The Interrogators'. 

And, like our enemy, 'The Interrogators' were not constrained by Demoncrat cowards who know nothing of combat or consequences of their idiocy.  Note one California Demoncrat with the Chinese driver for decades, one Dianne Feinstein.

Feinstein, protected from criminal prosecution that would be applied to any other citizen spewing such classified secrets, stood in the well of the senate and described in detail enhanced interrogation techniques employed by the CIA.

Hoping this traitor is not resting in peace.  God has final vengeance on this Jewbag.

Collective panties-in-a-wad by the Fourth Estate, as they were wetting themselves, their outcry against one quite effective measure of interrogation was particularly voluminous:

  Waterboarding.

Ranger School in those pre-woke military days ensured our warriors were prepared for anything...

After his capture, Rick was blindfolded and lead to the Viet Cong village.

All the while, sometimes stumbling, blindfolded, punched and kicked by The Interrogators, Rick experienced what many American heroes suffered on the 

Bataan Death March.

Upon arrival at the village, Rick's 'training' continued and, even though he was battered and bruised, he was butt-stroked a number of times.  No breakage of bones, but lots of bruising.  Rick was and is a stud, a Manly Man, and persevered.  He would not succumb to their repeated requests for where his comrades were.

The Interrogators continued their determination of the extent of Rick's resistance.  They flipped him over from his face-down in the wet mud position to face up.  Rick breathed a sigh of relief, as he was able to grab a precious bit of air.  Gasping, he silently gave a thankful prayer.

That was short-lived.

Still blindfolded, Rick felt a sandbag being placed over his face.  And then came the water...

Rick Sharp's recounting to me of his 'seeing the light' while Ranger Blackhat Instructors were waterboarding him still sends chills up my spine.  That supernatural experience was God's message to Rick, perhaps, to seek the ministry.

Further, it sealed my decision to become a dental officer. 

I met the mother of my firstborn, Kris.  

Close to UTC just across the river, and as a part of the courting ritual, I rendered my beautiful Mach I for her utilization. 

Occasionally.

  I just ran to campus; later, Patty would pick me up in time for me to get to Overnite...

After the ROA 

Convention at Fall Creek Falls, the vivid images from this prestigious event, posting the Colors before the Convention of hundreds of officers, were not top of mind.

No; memories of Kris' mother and me seated in front of a large fireplace and enjoying Anne Murray's 'Danny's Song' danced in my head.  Her beautiful prediction of a son, a gift from God, reflecting their love, was a harbinger of the future.

Oh, I was so smitten.

Or retiring as a dental officer after thirty years of service, retaining all my limbs and digits....

Cadet Sharp's Ranger School experience sealed my decision to apply to UTCHS.

Thanks to many blessings from God, I was accepted; Patty and I survived Memphis and the thugs who roamed the streets.  

This great lady ensured the son that blessed us, Daniel Kristopher 

Daw, had her love and attention, especially during my various deployments.

Further, he was born at the United States Army Aviation Center, Fort Rucker, AL.

Not Fort Novosel.  Sounds like one of The Manchurian Candidate's China batteries for an EV.

Changing the name hasn't

prevented an explosion of aviation crashes.

Filthy Demoncrats care nothing about the safety for our soldiers.  DEI rules the day.

This Biden supporter and one of his paymasters denies the Holocaust.

Not a surprise, but this Muslim bastard is also pushing the United Notions (UN) to 'research' this...

Correction - he was pushing...

Burn in Hell.

https://www.jpost.com/breaking-news/article-717501 

The Prince of the Persian Kingdom is swallowing the Middle East.  With Biden's blessing...

Fourteen years old.

In many ways, State is as much an enemy of the United States military as, well,

THE ENEMY!

The Abbey Gate slaughter could have been prevented...

State - Joseph Robinette 'I shower with my 7 year old daughter' Biden - denied permission to Hellfire a meeting room where known terrorists were plotting the suicide bombing.  No, the Taliban will protect us, they wailed.

A Marine sniper, providing Overwatch, was left in limbo for untold minutes requesting permission to engage the bomber.

Yes, Martha, tactical operational control was in the hands of rear echelon fat asses.

  Civilians who despise the military, represented by a Biden Navy dwarf, John Kirby...

First question from a throng of reporters to this 'no shoulders':

Why would President Biden provide condolences for this animal?

"We don't want to see people die in helicopter crashes."

Have condolences been sent to the dozens and dozens of United States heroes who have perished in rotary wing aircraft crashes?

During his presidency...

As reference, my three years as forensic officer for the United States Army Aviation Center, Fort Rucker, from 1981 until my deployment to the DMZ in 1984, four crashes occurred.

Eight precious souls, our blood and treasure, were killed.

Note the litany of rotary and tilt wing crashes in today's Woke military, where DEI rules:

https://www.militarytimes.com/news/your-military/2023/04/28/recent-us-military-helicopter-crashes-in-training-missions/

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/two-blackhawk-helicopters-crash-kentucky-army-base-says-rcna77350

https://www.defensenews.com/training-sim/2024/04/23/us-army-faces-uphill-battle-to-fix-aviation-mishap-crisis/

https://www.stripes.com/branches/army/2024-02-27/army-national-guard-helicopters-stand-down-13137224.html

https://apnews.com/article/military-helicopters-crashes-ca1fd876ca7908a35aef224b8cae4f1a

https://www.usnews.com/news/us/articles/2023-04-28/recent-u-s-military-helicopter-crashes-in-training-missions

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5 DEC 2023 

At least 30 American troops have died in a spate of US military helicopter and tiltrotor aircraft crashes this year

Jake Epstein Dec 5, 2023, 10:56 AM EST

https://www.businessinsider.com/american-troops-killed-us-military-helicopter-tiltrotor-crashes-2023-11?op=1

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15 JUN 2023

4 US military helicopter crashes in recent months have killed 14 service members and injured nearly a couple dozen more

Jake Epstein Jun 15, 2023, 12:40 PM EDT

https://www.businessinsider.com/us-military-helicopter-crashes-killed-12-troops-injured-dozens-more-2023-6?op=1

 Demoncrats see more value in renaming historical military installations than ensuring soldiers' safety.

I always root for the guy or gal who is unashamed for their love for  our 

Savior...

As the battery mate of some really good pitchers, especially while in high school, occasionally the opportunity to throw out a thief presented itself.

 Each time I was able to deter the enemy, by denying his attempt to steal a base, provided a nice epinephrine release and a departure from the routine throw and catch with my pitcher.

Catchers in little league, however, were not threatened.  With 60 foot basepaths, runners couldn't lead off.  As a ten year old and my initial foray into organized baseball, most of my teammates were reluctant to be on the receiving end of  young and wild pitchers.

I thought the chest protector, shin guards and mask looked awesome and studly.  Further, the catcher was literally in every play.

Yes, Martha, a brand new dimension was added to the #2 position on the baseball roster - thievery was authorized.

That rascal on bases doesn't have to camp out on the bag; he can attempt to steal the next one...

My job had now expanded to an offensive capability in the removal of the base runner.  Oh, the sweet taste of watching that dejected runner heading to the dugout lingered long after his out was recorded.

Those proud-of-my-arm Banty Rooster moments were, inevitably, replaced by those stealing attempts where it seemed I was trying to throw out my centerfielder...

Even worse, on a few occasions, the runner attempting to steal third base was ushered home, thanks to an errant throw from yours truly.

These were collectively learning moments in my life.  Don't get too hyped with successes and don't get overly burdened by failures.

Of course, homering with a 36 inch Louisville Slugger provided the most offensive pleasure.

Defensively, digging out a pitch in the dirt and keeping the runner where he was provided particular enjoyment.

The absolute best:

The 2 -3 pickoff....

" Just lean a little bit more..." 

A silent appeal to the baserunner on first every catcher knows well...