Demoncrats and their War on Toxic Masculinity

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February 6 was the birthday of my CINC, President Reagan.  His landslide election provided opportunities I would not have had under a Demoncrat, military hating, regime.

 I remember the disappointment when his predecessor defeated President Ford; as a 22 year old and being a part of a military family my whole life, I was concerned the Demoncrats were not desirous of ensuring national security with support of our warriors. Their focus was on diverting trillions of dollars designated for "defense" to their own personal piggy banks. The military-industrial complex of which President Eisenhower warned us was alive and well.  Huge fortunes have been amassed by these traitors who have siphoned off funding provided for ammunition in order to get their friends elected with lavish fund raisers.  The Party power is, after all, of paramount importance. 

My third grade teacher, Mr. Ige, at Schofield Barracks in Hawaii, was teaching us about domestic issues that can destroy a nation. His description of the military-industrial complex, which President Eisenhower cautioned as an omnipresent threat to the nation, elicited a natural reflex of mine.  When the word 'military' was used in a negative context, my hackles were raised.  This 8 year old was not happy with denigration of the military and, by extension, my father.  As further context was revealed, I calmed down.  Mr. Ige was absolutely right.  

Third grade was an incongruous adventure, starting at Fort Carson, CO, and finally finishing in Hawaii.  Mr. Ige was my third teacher of my third grade year.  Military kids adapt to whatever environment was presented.  Again, solidarity was formed by these kids with such a diverse background through those experiences on the playground.  No racism.  Just comradery with those who share the same challenges.  

I remember Mr. Ige introducing the class to the term "googol", referring to ten to the 100th power, a seemingly fantastical number.  I remember thinking, "Hey, I was just getting comfortable with my multiplication tables; don't burden me with a concept I see with no practical value."

However, the term was coined in 1920 by 9-year-old Milton Sirotta (1911–1981), whose uncle was a mathematician.  Since a fellow scholar and, as a nine-year-old, one of my peers, came up with its conception, I lent more credence and  import to this wild integer.

Mr. Ige's wisdom about many things has stayed with me; I barely remember most of my teachers as a youth.  He and I, however, did not share the same sense of humor.  He took exception to the pulling of the chair (of the cute girl seated in front of me) out from under her.  

Following Mr. Ige's strict instruction for my classmates to place their heads down and cover their eyes, I bent over in front of the blackboard with a counselling session administered by the Board of Education.

I distinctly remember casting a glance over my shoulder and seeing a number of beady eyes peeking, especially in the front row...

The best part, the young lady I had unceremoniously dumped onto the floor wasn't angry.  She had a beautiful smile along with a giggle that didn't reflect embarrassment.  I should never have done such a thing.

She was the prettiest girl in class.

My dread of another Demoncratic administration in 1976 was tempered somewhat with the fact that Carter was a Georgia boy and a Naval Academy graduate.  Military guy - whew!

But, in the famous words of Scooby-Doo, "Ruh Roh!" -  Naval Academy grad as opposed to West Point grad.  Navy vs Army.

I was becoming fearful of what was looming on the horizon.  The Navy, where homosexuality planted its roots in the military, didn't inspire much confidence in me that one of their Naval Academy graduates would actually be good for our military.  Once forbidden and, despite the pearl-clutching by Demoncrats, homosexuality was contrary to unit morale in those units that mattered - front line combat troops.  As a young captain deployed with the US Second Infantry Division on the DMZ, the derisive comments about yet another homosexual dishonorably discharged from the Navy bore testimony that these soldiers wanted none of that.  High morale, good esprit de corps, is an absolute requirement for unity of command. Unit cohesiveness, even at the squad level, elevates mission success.  That is an inescapable paradigm, difficult to achieve and so easily lost.

  The obvious contrast between the 'manly man' theme, that was prevalent in the pre-woke military, and today's military (where drag shows are taxpayer funded 'entertainment' on military bases) will result in the near future, I'm afraid, in military defeat by a host of our enemies.

 Pray for Taiwan and the destruction of the Chinese military, as I am not confident the dancing 82d Airborne is sewing fear in the hearts of Godless enemy soldiers.  

My sense of dread was justified, as the economy of the United States had suddenly and, with great consequence, become controlled by a handful of Arab countries who shut off the spigot of Middle Eastern oil.  OPEC didn't actually have an industrial base as western countries; they profited and fomented the evil worldwide from revenues generated from a gift from God:  crude oil.

" Biting the hand that fed  you..." comes to mind.  Thanks, Ishmael.

It is well above my pay grade to answer the question:  How the heck did we ever become dependent on others for our energy security?

A quick trip on the Wayback Machine celebrating Jed Clampett's discovery of 'black gold' on "The Beverly Hillbillies" was a weekly reminder to the series' huge audience of the voluminous deposits of crude oil that God included in his gift to Earth.

A gift to Man.

Yes, Karen, a gift to man and mankind.  You know - Adam and Eve.

Forces of nature resulted in the processing of atomic elements, as well as their accompanying subatomic matter, hurled from exploding stars and coalescing into what we are standing on, planet Earth.  Replete with its numerous 'cycles' (e.g. carbon cycle...), God transforms the basic elements into tremendously complex chemical structures. Analysis of the carbon cycle, for example, reveals to us something quite significant:  we would not be here if not for carbon.  Much maligned, a whole branch of chemistry deals with carbon:  Organic Chemistry.  

For whatever reason, we were utterly dependent on foreign oil reserves; our politics became reactive to dictators and worshipers of Allah.   

OPEC did not like the TOW missile, as it derailed their never-ending attacks on Israel.  Thanks to Ishmael, their Allah has rejected God's gift for a Jewish homeland. Since its inception in 1948, four wars had been conducted against the Children of God. 1973 brought the Fourth Arab–Israeli War (Yom Kippur) which was thwarted as a consequence of God's gift of the most lethal anti-tank weapon ever seen on a battlefield. 

 Those folks in Saudi Arabia and elsewhere, affectionately known as 'towel heads' (among other names...), didn't go down quietly.  Knowing our weak leadership and that most Demoncrats were feckless, at best, and, at worst, traitors, OPEC closed the spigot.

Boom!  Suddenly, long lines at gas stations appeared.  Many of those stations ran out of gasoline, resulting with a five dollar limit in many cases.  This was also prevalent in those countries who supported Israel.  (Sound familiar?  Policies mirroring  those of the antisemitic Demoncrat party...)

Oil prices rose 300 %.  My future wife was in Memphis, attending a fashion merchandising school.  I was unsure if I would have enough fuel for the long trip from Chattanooga to Memphis, made even longer when President Nixon lowered the speed limit on the interstates from 75 to 55 MPH (!).  He showed that poor leadership is not the exclusive domain of the Demoncrats.  Without leadership and forethought, every move is reactive, not proactive.

That 1973 oil embargo by OPEC, by the way, was only a precursor for the 1979 embargo, thanks to Jimmy Carter.

Despite the hazards of doing so, my determination to see the future mother of my son, Kris, required me to carry gasoline in the trunk of my brand new 1972 Mach I.  A small trunk, but a 5 gallon container was quite cozy there.

Another consequence of the 1973 oil embargo:  as a billing clerk for Overnite Transportation Company, I remember adding a fuel surcharge on each of the more than 500 bills of lading I typed daily.   I revelled in my first use of an IBM Selectric, sporting that amazing little ball with all the characters.  Having used conventional typewriters before, this was so much more ergonomic and smooth.  With this top-of-the-line typewriter and its adjustable key pressure, I could easily surpass 100 words per minute; what an upgrade from the Royal manual typewriter I pounded my first months in Typing class in high school... 

Truckers, outraged at the sudden surge in fuel costs, began striking.  Some of them engaged in activity worthy of the death penalty:  dropping cinder blocks from overpasses, smashing windshields and worse on traffic underneath the freeways.  DOT  acquiesced by allowing the surcharge to be placed; since then, the surcharge has been used when spikes in fuel occur.   

Although I prefer to travel during the day, my full time course work at UTC and second shift work at Overnite sometimes necessitated late night travels to see the woman of my dreams.  With gasoline in the trunk, I would strike out on my journey around 2200 hours.  Keeping a close eye on my fuel gauge and, wary of those cinder blocks, I would zigzag while negotiating the overpasses.  I sure was glad when Patty returned to Chattanooga.

Typical Demoncrat weakness was on full display when an act of war was committed against the United States in 1979:  the attack on the United States Embassy in Tehran.  As a historical precedent to similar responses from Biden, nothing was done.  An act of war.  Cyrus Vance was a worthless Demoncrat, as is his son, another evil lawyer trying to destroy President Trump.  He grovelled before these Godless terrorists, 'negotiating' for hostage release.  Another liberal Demoncrat, Ted Koppel, built his career on the nightly update and reminder of our shame.

The historical go-to solution for the Demoncrats when polls go south, as deployed in 1979...

The shameless traitors that Demoncrats are:  when policies they know are not good for the country, but great for the Demoncrat horde, they are pursued with vigor.

Each election cycle, it is the same story:  after several  years of the American public finally waking up and, with an election looming, these disciples of the devil scramble to make amends.  The paramount concern is the quenching of their overwhelming thirst for power and control:  another four years of torture and destruction of our nation.  The public must be deceived.  The Fourth Estate knows the short memory of the public, by and large.  A few months of faux concern for whatever is threatening reelection is all it takes to lull the electorate into an illusion that Demoncrats actually care for this nation.

Carter's polling numbers had plummeted due to his feckless leadership and a Secretary of State who was kissing the feet of Iran.  Islamic terrorist Iran who had committed an act of war against the United States of America -  53 hostages, day after day, for hundreds of days drove that knife deeper and deeper into the American psyche.  The Demoncrats had no choice:  they enlisted the aid of  the government workers they despised the most - the military.

Carter's Demoncrat puppet masters told him that a rescue of the American hostages would erase most of the sour taste in the mouths of the public.  After months of the hostage crisis dragging on, the thought had only just occurred - '...maybe a Delta Force raid would bail our asses out...'?  No, the immediacy of the election in 1980 necessitated risking the lives of people the Demoncrats revile the most, soldiers.  By eschewing any concern for proper planning required by such a daring rescue attempt, especially in the harsh desert environment, the Demoncrats mirrored that same lack of concern for the lives of our special forces warriors.

The Sergeant Major instilled in me and thousands of Army soldiers the need for proper planning and preparation in order to ensure mission success.  Carter's panicking Demoncrats (I doubt any of them had ever been soldiers...) violated that cardinal rule and one of the Principles of War.

A politically wounded Naval Academy graduate President set a precedent for President James Robinette Biden...

The Manchurian Candidate, obeying his paymasters and also pleasing his base, demonstrated his hatred of Israel (with all due respect, Catholics continue to perplex me;  enigmatic positions, able to switch on and off...) with the most humiliating event in American military history, the Afghanistan withdrawal. Despite the admonition of his advisors not to do so, he required the military to perform a mission without proper planning and, as a consequence, supplying the Godless minions with over 7 billion dollars worth of weaponry (making the Taliban the largest  arms dealer on the planet - thanks, Robinette) to further their assault on Western civilization.  

Especially Israel.

Mr. Peanut, I mean President Carter, set the precedent:

Operation Eagle Claw

Operation Eagle Claw required eight helicopters, RH-53D Sea Stallions, be dispatched to 'Desert One', a staging area for the rescue attempt.  Thanks to poor maintenance of these sophisticated aircraft and the swirling sands of a desert storm, only five arrived.  One of the first missions of Delta Force was aborted as a consequence of this 'haboob'; the powerful desert storm crippled the efforts of the helicopters' rendezvous with six C-130 transport aircraft.  This staging area, approximately 200 miles from Tehran, was designated for refuelling and the next day's assault at night by Delta Force.  As the mission required an absolute minimum of six helicopters for special forces transport, it was aborted.    

Tragically, one of the surviving Sea Stallions crashed into a C-130, loaded with fuel and a crew of eight who perished in the ensuing fire.

Those 444 days of embarrassment for my country, punctuated with the tragic effort in the rescue attempt of those hostages with the Eagle Claw op, generated that all-to-familiar churning in my stomach.  My entry into active duty in the near future, upon completion of dental school, held an uncertain beginning.  Conflict in the Middle East could affect my assignments.  More importantly, another Demoncrat administration would almost certainly result in negative consequences for the nation generally, as well as for me, personally.

Placing our blood and treasure in harm's way should be accompanied with proper preparation; Demoncrats care little of such.  Look at Abbey Gate.  Slaughter that was totally avoidable when the State Department prevented military action necessary, already in place with overwatch, is on Biden's hands.  Pleasing his base and lying about military recommendations to keep a small force in Afghanistan as a security measure resulted in the worst embarrassment in our history.

Thanks, Robinette

After the Carter assault on my country and my surprise that a Naval Academy graduate would be such a horrible president, the seed of distrust in our Navy was sewn.  At that time, West Point was a stellar military academy; General  General Douglas MacArthur was the example of leadership the cadets strove to emulate.  Carter was an embarrassment to the Naval Academy.

Carter, thanks to his four years demonstrating his lack of testosterone, gave us a real leader, a manly man, who would preside over years of incredible economic growth (by lowering taxes and regulations - Demoncrats, take note...):  President Ronald Reagan.  Although Carter is, apparently, a man of God, it is, nevertheless, unforgivable the loss of our soldiers, simply because so many actions over more than four hundred days could have been taken.  A simple naval blockade was proven by President Jefferson to be effective against these Godless morons.

  Good leadership would have provided proper actions, short of a night assault on the embassy, well-defended by a bunch of 'towel heads', to end the standoff.

Operation Eagle Claw -  another needless sacrifice of our blood and treasure:

Thomas Jefferson became the first American president known to grow peanuts. 

 George Washington Carver developed more than 300 uses for peanuts, including paper from peanut shells, shaving cream, shoe polish, axle grease and ink. 

With the boll weevil plague in the late 1800's and continuing until 1930, cotton farming was decimated.  Tenant farms evaporated  and unemployment, particularly among women, skyrocketed.  I did not realize the impact peanut farming, introduced as a measure to compensate for the loss of cotton, made on the small town of Enterprise, Alabama.  My first few months in Enterprise found my daily runs mostly downtown; those runs brought back the nostalgia of my youth in Goldsboro, NC.  

I was surprised on one of those runs when I encountered a rather impressive statue holding and presenting to the heavens, of all things, a boll weevil!  I was informed that the economic boon provided to 'L.A.' (lower Alabama) far exceeded that provided by the production of cotton.  

Enterprise, Alabama, represents the true South and is blessed with being the home of the United States Army Aviation Center, Fort Rucker.  (Or whatever the slimeballs, who never served, call it these days (!)...)  And, oh yeah, possesses the world's only monument to a pest...

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/agricultural-pest-honored-herald-prosperity-enterprise-alabama-180963506/

Served President Ronald Reagan from January 1981 to November 1987.   Much loved by my Second Infantry brothers and scorned by the Demoncrats.

Analogous to the Demoncrats of today, their ancestors had Reagan Derangement Syndrome and placed obstacles before the most effective president in US history.  A divided congress over his two terms, President Reagan followed Silent Cal's approach in his efforts to get the economy going again.  Those efforts resulted in the largest increase in revenue seen in history.  Regulatory reform played a significant role in the stunning improvement in the economy, using any metric.  

The reversal of Demoncrat policies by letting the American taxpayer keep more of their own money massively stimulated the economy.  In sharp contrast, Biden prefers printing trillions of dollars, each one with the associated interest on the Chinese loan, increasing the bloating of the federal bureaucracy.  That government spending and stimuli, coupled with his war on fossil fuels, has resulted in the worst inflation in my lifetime.  Touting recent GDP numbers, the improvement seen was related to the increase of government - no, taxpayer - expenditures, including hiring thousands of new employees.  That is not counting the 10,000 IRS agents the Demoncrats want, in order to ensure every person who spends $600.00 or more will draw scrutiny.  Why do the Demoncrats want all those IRS agents?  Gotta pay those bills and squeeze every drop of blood from everyone except Demoncrats.  Oh, and yeah, gotta pay for those 10,000 dollar debit cards for illegal thugs and murderers who broke the law with their violation of our border!  Gee, thanks, Robinette!

Start with your own house of evil, Biden.  As a start:

Senator Menendez, Hunter Biden, The Big Guy, Nancy Pelosi, with her insider trading (which caused Martha Stewart so much more trouble...),  are among thousands of Demoncrats who shun their own responsibilities, yet shout everyone else to "pay their fair share".  

Every taxpayer in the nation now owes nearly a quarter of a million dollars as their part of the national debt.  Millions of dollars added daily in interest to this massive debt.  Biden is the ruination of this nation and, without God's help to prevent voter fraud with all those 'mail in ballots', we are so screwed.

A final point:  increased government revenues were not in spite of the tax cuts, but because of those cuts.

Like the small people these Demoncrats were (and still are...), their jealousy of President Reagan's incredible successes both domestically and globally guided their decision to find some issue on which to confront this way-too-successful leader of the Republican party.

Iran-Contra was an every day, in-your-face, disregard for the United States by these unpatriotic - no - traitors who, in every case, has placed their allegiance with those that oppose our core values and '...the American Way' (as Superman  pointed out daily to this school kid. Rest in peace, George Reeves.  By the way, did you kill yourself or was it associated with the wife of the mafioso?).

President Reagan wanted to maintain Western military doctrine and protect the United States from, among other things, the spread of communism in our hemisphere.  This approach to ensuring our safety has been a hallmark of American security.

The split congress weakened the Demoncrats' ability to further the interests of their Muslim buddies.   Like a boxer with an injured arm, these jackals had a strong left arm, which was used to relentlessly pound President Reagan and anyone in his corner.  The right arm was reserved for giving the finger to the true patriots of our nation.

The Demoncrats seized on the opportunity to deny President Reagan's funding for U.S.-backed Contra rebels who were battling  Daniel Ortega, a Sandinista leftist.  I was proud to have been stationed at Fort Rucker; they were part of logistic operations in support of the Contras' fight.

The Demoncrats did not want their leftist buddies to leave Nicaragua; not only were they savage communists, but, and more importantly, were a thorn in President Reagan's side.  They quickly blocked  weapons sales to the Contras; they were going to show Reagan who was boss.

Because the Demoncrats had taken away one of his tools in order to restrain communism, he had to prioritize his goals.  The more imminent threat of communist upheaval in our hemisphere was more significant than the omnipresence of the evil in Iran.

Although Iran was justifiably under an arms embargo, President Reagan provided classified sales of weapons to Iran.  The goal was twofold:  proceeds of the sale would provide support for the Contras, as well as influencing  Iran to release seven U.S. hostages.

One would think there would be enough patriots, even among the Demoncrats, to eschew what might be a violation of the arms embargo in order to fight communism.  Nope, always supporting  the lefties, they used the only weapon available to them, lawfare.  A widespread and unending assault on Republicans resulted in a true hero, Lieutenant Colonel Oliver North to be raked over the coals.  The rampant and furious assault by filthy lawyers claimed dozens of administration officials.

 Eleven convictions resulted, including then-Secretary of Defense Caspar Weinberger. 

This SecDef, an embarrassment, at least, and, at worst, a traitor who supervised the worst military defeat in United States' history, the hightailing out of Afghanistan.  

More incredibly, he went A.W.O.L., leaving the United States with no SecDef for days.  How comforting to know Biden wasn't even informed initially that his disgusting cabinet member could not be reached.  As the Secretary of Defense is not an insignificant cabinet post, unlike, say mayor Pete Buttgag, I mean Buttigieg; defense of our nation is our highest priority.

Going A.W.O.L. is a UCMJ offense, requiring incarceration before adjudication occurs.  Only for the solders, not their feckless 'leader' who sits atop the of chain of command, however.  I still suspect the Chinese are somehow involved; maybe they are secretly working with Elon Musk and Neuralink technology to manipulate Jowls with implants, placed while 'he was away with an undisclosed condition'.  Jowls can then just stand outside his home while the next Chinese spy balloon drifts overhead and transmit classified intelligence.

Back on the Wayback Machine, that reminds me of the 'My Favorite Martian' series years ago.  What a transition of Bill Bixby from mild mannered Tim O'Hara (in black and white TV) to The Hulk...all green.

Mayor Pete is another homosexual naval officer...that checked a box.  How has his management of railway disasters and near collisions at airports been?  What has his response been to Boeing's DEI requirement for employment, which lead to bolts being left uninstalled on a significant part of the plane:  a cabin door!  Again, DEI is supreme.  Death to passengers is a price to pay.  

The response from the Biden administration, scolding a mother because she held on to her baby for dear life, preventing her from being sucked out through the cabin breach:  "Buy a damn seat for that baby, you cheap SOB!".

DEI demands, however, that the significance and importance of this cabinet appointment is irrelevant:  Jowls,  a black soldier whose Army 'service', augmented with rapid promotions as a consequence of being black, resulted in four stars.  His rise in the ranks mirrored that of another DEI appointee, a full colonel dental officer with whom I was assigned at Fort Rucker.  A graduate of (why would colleges and universities differentiate themselves racially...) a HBCU, Howard University, and commissioned Second Lieutenant via their ROTC program, LTC Kahn W. was part of a large reduction in force, (RIF), after the Vietnam conflict.  

This RIF, or layoff, was a consequence of force level reductions post-conflict.  This is what  happens in the military.

The Demoncrats, always opposed to the military, took exception, however, to a black officer being laid off.  No sir, this would not stand!  Major Kahn W. was reactivated in the seventies, not only receiving back pay, but a promotion to Lieutenant Colonel!  I was stunned to learn of this, shortly after my assignment as Forensic Officer for the Army's Aviation Center.  A relatively small DENTAC (Dental Activity), it was surprising to see three full colonels (O-6) assigned to Fort Rucker.

One of the Principles of War is Unity of Command.  There is one commander and a singular, well-defined chain of command.  It was shortly after my arrival in 1981 that the alpha dog commander was evident:  one Colonel Belman Maddox, a most senior officer in the Dental Corps.  His penultimate assignment was as deputy commander of the Army's European MEDCOM.  He accepted a less prominent role in the U.S. Army's healthcare global delivery system as a DENTAC commander in Alabama, as a part of Health Services Command, its garrison in San Antonio, TX.

Colonel Maddox's daughter was desirous of attending the highly regarded Auburn University College of Veterinary Medicine.  This assignment to Fort Rucker would provide close proximity for Colonel Maddox to his daughter, as well a blessing for this young captain, fresh out of dental school.  I could not have asked for a better commander.  

Colonel Maddox tolerated nothing that interfered with operations of his DENTAC; that included maintenance of a cohesive staff of talented dental officers.  That included officers who refused to do PT, physical training.  

Our proud HBCU  grad, COL Kahn W., sat behind a desk all day long. Not once in the three years I was dental officer in DC #1 at Fort Rucker did I see this lazy DEI HBCU graduate offer to help the DOD.  Pitiful 'leadership'.

That explains the permanent dent in his quite nice office desk chair.  He would have probably fallen off a dental assistant's stool...

 I saw very little patient treatment provided by him, even though, as an O-6, he was required to be board certified.  Perhaps the reason was, his specialty being periodontics and a relatively small need, as a function of dental treatment, that was not required for 99 % of the active duty personnel,  Even so, COL Kahn W., our do-nothing periodontist, as a soldier in the United States Army, was required to take a PT test annually.  

Colonel Maddox respected the fact that most soldiers, especially his dental officers, maintained physical fitness on their own.  I remember well CPT Dan Roth, a fellow dental officer, and our parkour challenges.  Dan was a fine dental officer and blessed with a beautiful wife; she and my beautiful wife were both great pinochle players...

To ensure his DENTAC soldiers were successful in their annual PT test, daily PT was required six weeks before testing.  Our DEI appointee, COL Kahn W., was noticeably absent from that first PT session, required by COL Maddox who not only took the PT test, but lead the two mile unit run.  That's leadership.

Colonel Maddox called COL Kahn W. into  his office for a counselling session.  The pitiful response to his boss's query, regarding his lack of participation in PT, COL Kahn W. responded he was not able to run those two miles.  Not letting this worthless REMF periodontist off the hook, COL Maddox offered an alternative to the two mile run, as determined by Army leadership.  A bicycle-riding alternative was offered to COL Kahn W., to which the DEI Colonel quickly pointed out he had never learned to ride a bicycle. 

 WTF?

As I later witnessed with my deployment as Division Dental Surgeon with the Second Infantry Division, DEI was already rampant.  Stated before, as a member of a Favorable Personnel Action board, I was required to ensure that race and gender, subsets of our Division, receive extra credit (!).

I can only imagine the strain on  COL Maddox's credulity with the assertion Kahn could not ride a bike.  Striving to give this poor example of leadership every opportunity to complete a PT test, as well as checking all the avenues of appeal of, potentially, an order to retire, COL Maddox offered swimming, another approved alternative in some cases to the run.  

"I can't swim..." was the next excuse.  I remember attending his retirement ceremony shortly thereafter.

Colonel Nick Klonaris was another full colonel that was stationed at Fort Rucker.  COL Klonaris was a fine example of what leadership should be and an excellent clinician.  He retired a few months later, leaving only one chief and the rest of us Indians.  I remember well the good colonel reeling in a beautiful amberjack on one of our deep sea fishing trips with Captain Buck, out of Panama City.

 Colonel Maddox ran a tight ship.  Consequently, the comradery between not only the professional staff, but also the DAC's (Department of Army Civilian), was great.  

3 March 2024

An incredible presence on the basketball court, always recognizable with those lucky socks, Pete Maravich became bigger than the sport itself.  The NCAA record holder for decades, until today, I can still remember being stunned with his collapse playing a game of pickup ball in 1988. An undiagnosed heart condition lead to his death. 

40  years old.

The sadness in the days following his sudden death was tempered with the knowledge he had found God and decided to get back to playing basketball again. 

NBA. com:

"And that’s why he walked into the gym here at the First Church of the Nazarene at dawn on Jan. 5, 1988, to embrace a game he’d played all his life. A 40-year-old who recently found God also chose to reconnect with basketball, and this calling was every bit as spiritual."

https://www.nba.com/news/the-final-day-of-pistol-pete-maravich

Gotta love the dramatic way in which Maravich's NCAA Div I record was broken.  Even better was the sportsmanship and focus she demonstrated after her foul shot.   

An actual biologic woman - take that  Ketanji Onyika Brown Jackson! 

Her voice will be heard, along with Riley Gaines, the phenomenal swimmer from Gallatin, TN, in efforts to get freaks and weirdos out of sanctioned sports events.  Whatever happened to Title IX? Have we forgotten Pat Summitt and her elevation of women's basketball to unprecedented heights and stature?  

I remember when high school girl's basketball had six players on a team - 3 for defense and 3 for offense.  After all, these dainty creatures couldn't possibly play full court basketball.  How mistaken that idea was, as the incredible Lady Vols demonstrated.  Those early days in the first stages of the transformation of women's basketball found Coach Summitt placing hundreds of flyers around Knoxville, drumming up support for her team.  And that she did.  

 At her retirement, Coach Summitt’s eight national titles ranked only behind the 10 won by former UCLA men’s coach John Wooden.  She, however, shattered his record number of wins at the Division I level of 664 with her incredible 1098 victories (!).

Coach Wooden, the "Wizard of Westwood", is also on the List of Manly Men.  At 5 feet 8 inches, John Wooden demonstrated incredible talents as a guard at Purdue.  What an embarrassment Purdue has become with their devolution and worshiper of Godless Muslims.  Coach is rolling in his grave at the pro-Palestinian demonstrations occurring at his alma mater.

  Wikipedia:   "Summitt won a silver medal at the 1976 Summer Olympics in Montreal as a member of the United States women's national basketball team. She returned to the Olympics in 1984 as a head coach, guiding the U.S. women's basketball team to a gold medal. Summitt won eight NCAA Division I basketball championships. In 38 years as coach of the Tennessee Lady Volunteers, she never missed the NCAA Tournament nor did she ever have a losing season. Summitt retired from coaching at age 59 following a diagnosis of early-onset Alzheimer's disease."

We miss you, Coach.

We must pray God will put common sense back in the White House, slamming the door on the insanity by the NCAA and the Demoncrats.  

The genitalia-obsessed Demoncrats dismiss physical attacks on any who would question their incredibly warped views.  Again, suck city San Francisco (no pun intended) allowed Riley to be assaulted by a horde of evil animals, simply because she was speaking at San Francisco State about the protection of girl's athletics.

No arrests, despite this delightful young lady being literally cornered in a room with a mob trying to enter the facility.  Where was security?  Governor NewScam probably gave the order to not provide protection.  Remember, he was also mayor of Suck City, I mean San Francisco, as part of the continual assault on what once was an awesome city.  Harken back to our vice president, the Jamaican who provided "benefits" to Mayor Willy (as I strain to remember it's San Francisco, not Suck City...).

Now the investigation has been suspended.  Why would anyone, except the most vile among us, live in California?

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/former-ncaa-swimmer-riley-gaines-assault-investigation-suspended-by-san-fran-state-university-police/ar-BB1iGgdc

Ms. Gaines could have used some security from another manly man, Dr. John Bastian, a classmate and friend of mine who practiced for decades in Riley's hometown of Gallatin.  The Man in Black, Johnny Cash, benefitted from this excellent clinician's dental skills.  This stud and his hours in the gym, quite evident with those guns and strength, would not, I assure you, allow any scumbag to hurt a lady.  John is a proud Southerner whose father, an Air Force bomber pilot, and delightful mother hosted me a number of times at Greystone, the family home in Hendersonville.

The synergism of Caitlyn Clark and Riley Gaines will make a potent weapon in the battle for the opportunities and dignity of our girls...

Congratulations, again, Caitlyn!

I wonder when a tranny will break this Hawkeye NCAA record?

In the meantime, you go girl!

Pistol Pete Maravich, setting those NCAA records under the tutelage of his father, Press Maravich at LSU, did so before the 3 point shot and shot clock.

Impressive as Ms. Clarke's record is, the game was substantially slower before the advent of the shot clock.  Not nearly as many shot attempts per game.  Remember Dean Smith at North Carolina?  He had it down to an art and science.

San Francisco didn't always suck...

The Presidio was a favored assignment, frequently requested by Army officers; my DENTAC commander, COL Maddox, served there for three years.

Yet another reflection of his leadership skills, COL Maddox presented investment classes, after duty hours, to those who wanted to learn how to invest for the long term.  After UTC and dental school, I was finally able to have enough income to do more than reach the third level of Maslow's hierarchy.

The very first class COL Maddox gave to the 5 of us who took advantage of his offer provided the term 'P/E ratio', which is about the only thing I remember from those few sessions.  Thanks to COL Maddox and his guidance, those dividend checks provided a measure of excitement for my wife and me.  The first dividend Patty and I received was huge:  fifty dollars.  The Pioneer II mutual fund had rocked our world...

As meager as that fifty bucks was, it was as Manna from Heaven.    

At any rate, I recall COL Maddox's lament about the demise of San Francisco.  While stationed at The Presidio, he had acquired some nice property and a home in Marin county.  Fearing a drastic plummeting in the value of his expensive home, he sold it prior to his assignment as Deputy Commander of the Army's European MEDCOM, his penultimate assignment.                                         

Even the former governor of California, my CINC President Ronald Reagan, recognized California was a lost cause, agreeing to closure of The Presidio as part of the Base Realignment and Closure (BRAC) process. The San Francisco environment, counterproductive to effective military operations, presented low-hanging fruit for the military reduction the Demoncrats demanded.  President Reagan knew his beautiful state was deteriorating quickly, thanks to the radical Demoncrats.

President Reagan was once a Democrat, famously stating that he didn't leave the Democratic Party; they left him.

Thanks, COL Maddox, for your efforts in guiding young officers in their development as dental officers, professionally and financially.  These sessions also increased unity within the DENTAC, again, a necessity in the maintenance of good esprit de corps.

A most desirable assignment:  The Presidio

Reminiscent of the crying and screaming after President Trump's election and, of course,  accompanied by condemnation of the United States Supreme Court, a precedent set by one of Biden's puppetmasters, Barack Hussein Obama, the Demoncrats are in full panic mode.

Slimeball Jamie Raskin, saved by God from his cancer, reveals his true character yet again with his lack of gratitude:

After a great prognosis, a 90% chance of no recurrence prompted this disgusting individual to issue a statement reflecting such.  Thankful that God had shown mercy to someone who advocates killing babies and doesn't blink an eye when his Muslim buddies do that and worse to Jewish infants, I was curious to see if this little man with so much evil in his soul would acknowledge His grace.

As he droned on and on, thanking everybody and everything, I was listening closely for the word "God" to be spoken.  Although I did hear the word "prayer", no mention of God.

ABC News:

A scan showed Raskin was negative for discernible cancer cells and had received a preliminary diagnosis of being in remission, "with a 90% prognosis of no relapse," he said in an open letter.

"I am overwhelmed with gratitude and love," he said, going on to thank "my family, my friends, my constituents and my colleagues" and "the many thousands of people—both Marylanders and those of you living much further away—who have reached out to me over the last five months with expressions of prayer, best wishes, concern, solidarity, sympathy and moral encouragement."

"Not to mention beautiful gifts of bandanas, homemade scarves and sweaters, Capitol Police baseball caps, hospital scrubs, wool hats, chocolate chip cookies, mandel bread, pea soup, vegan matzoh ball soup, and gorgeous paintings, poems and letters that I will treasure forever," he continued.

https://abcnews.go.com/Politics/jamie-raskin-now-remission-cancer-overwhelmed-gratitude-love/story?id=98915188

That 10% chance of recurrence has now increased to at least 50%, if I were in charge.  However, final vengeance shall not be mine.

God is watching.

In dental school, another Manly Man and good friend, Rich Van Sickle, used a term I had not heard before: Jewbag.   The term for a treat bag given to attendees of a Bar/Bat Mitzvah - had become a negative connotation for Raskin et al. - those Jews whose actions are antithetical to the beliefs of the Jewish faith.

Dr. Van Sickle was another classmate who was always a pleasure to be around.  His beautiful wife, Deb, a practicing registered nurse in the Psych Ward, lit up the room (as did my beautiful wife, Patty...).  I remember a great 3 hour Bruce Springsteen concert (before I knew he was a lefty; should have had paid closer attention to the lyrics of  "Born in the USA"...).  

Nevertheless, it was a memorable musical experience, as Mr. Springsteen performed the whole concert - no lead off band.  Only a 30 minute cocaine break interrupted his powerful presentation. 

 A rare treat, as poor dental students didn't splurge on concerts often.  Sports, however, provided hours of fun with Rich and others, including Dr. John Bastian, mentioned earlier for Riley Gaines' personal security the next time she ventures into enemy territory.  

The other concert Rich, Deb, Patty and I attended was Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.  Wow!  

Amazing performance - Refugee, American Girl and so many others...  The acoustics were wonderful in Mid-South Coliseum that evening.  

A man of faith, Dr. Tom Petty dealt with his chronic pain with dignity; his honorary Doctorate from the University of Florida was well deserved.  

At any rate, this Philly boy made me a Sixers and Eagles fan.  Who was not a fan of 'Chocolate Thunder', Darryl Dawkins (no relation) who refined the art and grace of the Slam Dunk?  His well documented feats of aerial acrobatics eventually overcame the limited ability of NBA backboards to ward off such assaults.

This manly man made his mark on the NBA with a redesigned backboard, designed to thwart such DD dunks.  Every backboard we have seen since the early eighties has a bit of Chocolate Thunder's soul.  Rest in peace, Manly Man.

Memories generated decades ago often do not provide many memorable details unless blood is involved.  I remember playing left field on an intramural softball team, charging a fly ball and colliding with Rich, causing him to bite his tongue.  A trickle of blood appeared on his lower lip.

This manly man did not lose his footing as he was aggressively backpedalling from his shortstop position to snag the quickly descending fly ball and subsequently rammed by yours truly.  Now Rich was a sturdy athlete, talented on the basketball court and football field; his pursuit of this last out of the inning, so rudely interrupted by his friend, could have resulted in a substantially worse injury, if not for his physical fitness.  Rich looked about 170-180 pounds; I was around 220.  

Rich, always with sportsmanship on top of mind when competing, was not provoked to anger.

 Outside of baseball, the clear fault of this collision would be on me  - you know, the car that hits another car from the rear is always at fault.  Analogous to a squad of infantry, a baseball team's coordination of position and associated responsibilities during gameplay becomes second nature with the players.  In fly ball situations, the outfielder will call off the retreating infielder in order to avoid collisions.

But, an alpha male\competitive athlete acts on a deep-seeded reflex when he sees that elusive horsehide tantalizingly close to his extended grasp.  His intense desire to get that last out results in a focus that blocks his sense of hearing, or the acoustics are simply ignored.  Rich knew I was charging the ball, as a great shortstop always has situational awareness, and, probably, my calling him off.

Rich, in that split second, thought he was far enough in front of me to make the catch.  I was moving faster than he anticipated; Rich became a victim of friendly fire. 

Subsequent to my ending that inning with the catch, Rich gave me a high five as he expectorated his blood...  Rich Van Sickle earned his rightful place on The Manly Man list. 

An excellent clinician, Rich was a critical thinker and conservative; his pointing out that Jewbags are Demoncrats who eschew their "faith and principles" for their own benefit has enabled me to frequently use this concise reference to the most obviously hypocritical of any faith I have ever witnessed.

The support of Muslims who want to torture and kill Jews, even their babies, will draw special ire from God, I suspect.  Perhaps His Lake of Fire is partitioned according to the severity of sins committed; supporting the killing of babies as a Jew will, hopefully, result in a little extra for those POS traitors.

Traitors to their faith, and their countries - both Israel and the United States, deserve special consideration.

Another Jewbag...

 The Long Fall of Debbie Wasserman Schultz...

This bug-eyed traitor was banging a Muslim who was spying for a Middle Eastern America-hating country - Imran Awan, an IT staffer who was under a federal investigation for an alleged equipment and data scam in the U.S. House.

After months of investigation of this spy, yet another Muslim  in the employ of a Demoncrat Jewbag, she refused to fire him.  The day after he was arrested, she pulled the trigger.  Her boudoir buddy was headed for Pakistan and arrested at the airport.

Then, she finally fires him.

Despite this Muslim pro-Palestinian's relatives having been fired by other Demoncrat politicians, Bug Eyes must have relished his 'association', as she rejected her staff's call for getting rid of him.  

Bug Eyes ignored that call, in lieu of a Booty Call.  Remarkable judgement by these traitors...

Fani Willis comes to mind...

I suppose once an American traitor, fully formed, as in the incarnation of one John Kerry, crosses that initial threshold that earns them a big welcome mat extended by the Demoncrat Party, subsequent traitorous activities become second nature.  

Revelations that our former Secretary of State and Climate Czar (hate that term - are we Slavic?) John Kerry - AKA Rachel Maddow - has been feeding Israeli military operations intelligence to Iran.  His punishment:  removal as 'climate czar'.  Kerry (Maddow - can't get that fiend's image out of my mind; doppelgangers and idiots...) is a moron who believes cattle should not exist; that doggone methane they produce!  (As does his boss, by the way...)

Capital punishment should be considered for such egregious actions.  His Demoncrat grooming as a  young man, previously discussed with the begging of his father and his cronies to "award" medals that were not earned and subsequently thrown into the Potomac, has transformed a young Rachel Maddow, I mean John Kerry, into the Lurch monstrosity we now have.

In all fairness to Ted Cassidy, my Wayback Machine visit to the Addams family, by comparison, places him in the Adonis category.  Young Rachel Maddow, I mean John Kerry, was not a disfigured beast early on; perhaps the charms of Mrs. Heinz have been too much for him.  There should be a viewer warning mandated before each and every depiction of this traitor on the television.

Make the children look away...

Back to Jewbag Wasserman - 

An impossible scenario, yet puts a smile on my face:        

If she were my patient, I would request Bug Eye's blood levels of thyroxin, T3 and T4 levels.  If they were too high,  a vasoconstrictor with her local anesthesia would be contraindicated, resulting in a quicker loss of anesthesia.        

In an 'emergency' situation - dictated by severe and agonizing pain, due to her poor oral hygiene, resulting in severe carious destruction of her lower first molar - the normal medical history taken for each patient would ask her medical conditions. 

Hyperthyroidism presents a number of medical considerations, the least of which is the substantial postop discomfort, delayed with the vasoconstriction provided by epinephrine.

Of more concern would be the possibly undiagnosed condition, given away by those Bug Eyes (exophthalmia), of hyperthyroidism.  Increased effects on the cardiovascular system is of substantial concern; they range from hypertension to stroke.

If the patient's blood pressure is WNL (within normal limits), the inclusion of a vasoconstrictor (1:100K) is OK.  Systolic blood pressure elevation can be explained, in many cases, to "the white coat syndrome", elevated BP due to being in a doctor's office.  As long as the diastolic remains below 100, slow administration of this relatively low concentration of epi is OK.

Now what about this conundrum:  The Jewbag walks into my office just as were about to lock up for the evening, presenting with a swollen face and tears streaming down her cheeks.  Desperate for relief from the chronic pain, she issues a refrain I have heard many times over decades:  "Please, doctor, help me!"

Often, my first response is my query as to why now; this obviously has been an issue for days.  With Wasserman's diastolic at 105, epi would be contraindicated; I would still be able to accomplish profound anesthesia, but it would wear off in an hour or so.  The postop discomfort as a consequence of the surgical delivery of her offending tooth (unrestorable and not a candidate for endodontic treatment) would be substantial, as the procedure would require a mucogingival flap, osseous reduction via moating, sectioning, elevation of the mesial and distal roots, alveoloplasty, compression of the alveolus and appropriate suturing.

 Although greatly reduced, in contrast to her preop pain, OTC meds would not control it.  With the concomitant infection, a Schedule II narcotic would be necessary.

My dedication to patient care, even to this advocate of baby killing, would require control of the raging infection in her face and jaw; appropriate antibiotics would be required and prescribed.

This imaginary scenario, according dental treatment to pure evil, would end with my satisfaction in knowing she would still have significant postop discomfort, despite the proper surgical technique.  And, without the epi, it would return quickly.  But, since she was not an established patient,

I would not prescribe a narcotic analgesic.  Sorry, Jewbag.

I am so mean...