Saturday, August 27, 2005

Hero; Need Job

His long term goal is to be a New York City Police Detective. September 10, 2001, he was a security guard at the World Trade Towers. He lost his job the next day. He joined the Army Fourth Infantry Division and was sent to Iraq. He was assigned to Operation Red Dawn, December 13, 2003.

His company was ambushed in Iraq, September, 2003. Fifteen fellow troopers were killed. Many troops have been ambushed and killed in Iraq. He survived. So, why should I care?

His unit left Iraq April 14, 2004 and shortly thereafter this Puerto Rican kid from the Bronx lost his job again. There are alot of Puerto Rican kids in the Bronx. Many have lost their jobs, too. So, why should I care?

His name is Jeans Cruz. He has a wife, Karina, and a son Jeans too young to understand. Millions of men have wives and sons. So what! Why should I care?

He has computer skills, a GED, special training in spotting potential danger, weapons training, combat experience, leadership skills, team skills, an Army veteran -- "That was something I always wanted to do, and I accomplished something". Jeans Cruz is eminently employable and he can't find a job in the United States of America. Again, SO WHAT! Why should I care? What is so special about this man?

"He didn't say a damn thing. It was funny,"
Cruz said about the capture of Saddam Hussien. Jeans Cruz should know. He was there. Jeans Cruz is the one in the clean uniform holding the dirty, smelly bum.

Both men pictured should get what they deserve. One man will. Which one will it be? The heroic Puerto Rican kid from the Bronx who has done everything right and today can't catch a break, Jeans Cruz? Or, the arrogant, scum sucking, murdering, bastard Saddam Hussein? Which one, which one?

Believe me, I could tell you. However, this is still a free country, gentle reader, so I'll let you decide for yourself.



Sources for this post are:

1) Atlas Shrugs
2) New York Post
3) NYC ABC7

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Thursday, August 25, 2005

Anti-War Demonstrators Torture Cripples

Not even in the most heated, violent days of the Viet Nam anti-war movement did the protesters stoop this low. Just when one thinks the current anti-war gangsters couldn't possibly show any less respect and decorum they do something incredibly stupid, arrogant, disrespectful, and disgusting.

They made no headway demonstrating against the active military soldiers and had to retreat into the meaningless "We support the troops, but not the war". Troops fight wars; that is the sole reason armies exist; support the soldier, support the war. They didn't gain much purchase at Camp Cindy demonstrating against a man who can defend himself against the representatives of downtrodden masses the world over; representatives wearing $200.00 sandals and suffering catered gourmet meals. All that didn't work. Now they have sunk as low as any sane person can imagine humanly possible.

The liberal fanatics are demonstrating at the front doors of Walter Reed Army Hospital in Washington, DC. They are carrying signs reading "Enlist here and die for Halliburton" and "Maimed for Lies". They have confronted and accosted the families of the wounded soldiers recuperating inside the soon to be shuttered hospital, an oasis and refuge to many wounded soldiers, a place of hope for the families, a place for rebuilding bodies, spirits, and lives.

But, to the demonstrators it is a place of easy prey. A place of safety because the targets can't fight back, can't escape, can't defend themselves. The demonstrators have a captive audience for their vile hatred of liberty and putrid invective of everything the wounded men and women within hold dear. The irony of attacking the crippled heroes who make it possible for the scumbags to protest doesn't seem to faze these cretins.

Marc Morano of CNS News was told by a protester too cowardly to give more than "Luke" as his name, "If I went to war and lost a leg and then found out from my hospital bed that I had been lied to, that the weapons I was sent to search for never existed, that the person who sent me to war had no plan but to exploit me, exploit the country I was sent to, I would be pretty angry." Luke continued, "I would want people to do something about it and if I couldn't get out of my bed and protest myself, I would want someone else to do it in my name."


First Cavalry Division member, Kevin Pannel was treated at Walter Reed in 2004. He lost both legs to amputation after he and his unit were ambushed in a grenade attack near Baghdad. "We don't like them [the protesters] and we don't like the fact that they can hang their signs and stuff on the fence at Walter Reed." Speaking of the wounded soldiers, Kevin Pannel said, they "are there to recuperate. Once they get out in the real world, then they can start seeing that stuff. I mean Walter Reed is a sheltered environment and it needs to stay that way." But, not according to the One Name Man, Luke, who thinks the " young men who returned from Iraq with their bodies shattered after George Bush sent them to war for a lie" need to be subjected to daily annoyance, torment, and torture .

"It's very easy to pick on the families of the wounded," said Albion Wilde. " They are very vulnerable ... I feel disgusted... They lost the election and now they are really, really angry and so they are picking on the wrong people."

As they say on Southpark, "Democrats really piss me off!"

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Monday, August 22, 2005

Casey Sheehan: The Forgotten Soldier

"The biggest terrorist is George W. Bush."
"We are waging nuclear war in Iraq, we have contaminated the entire country."
"America has been killing people on this continent since it started. This country is not worth dying for."

I suppose by now we all know these to be the grieving words of the mother of the forgotten Casey Sheehan, uber-griever Cindy Sheehan, who is, as we all know, sacrosacnt in word and deed. But, Cindy Sheehan is not the one who has lost a life; her son Casey Sheehan lost his life. We all know what Cindy (that's what he called her) has to say, but what did Casey have to say?


The United States of America was at peace when the 20 year old man (not a child) enlisted in the Army in 2000. Casey Sheehan served with honor, if not distinction, for 1 year in the peace time Army.

September 11, 2001 changed everything for Casey Sheehan, everything except his heart. "He would do anything for anybody. He'd give you the shirt off his back. He was just a loving and caring person," said his 23 yr old sister, Carly. Three years later, Casey would give more than his shirt, he gave his life rescuing fellow soldiers in Baghdad.

Four years after enlisting, Casey reenlisted, knowing full well he would be sent to Iraq - to war. As a mechanic of the 5th Cavalry Regiment of the 1st Cavalry Division, Army Spc. Casey Sheehan was in Iraq March, 2004 fighting that war of which he knew he would be a part.

A month later, barely two weeks into his tour, a convoy of his unit was attacked in the Sadr City section Baghdad. Now 24 yrs. old (far from being a child), Casey volunteered for the dangerous rescue mission. As a mechanic, his sergeant told him, he had no obligation to take part in combat. But the former alter boy, Boy Scout, and Eagle Scout knew what his duties and responsibilities were; Casey volunteered. It was his time, it was his place. "Where my chief goes, I go," was all Casey said. He didn't have to go, but soldiers were in trouble and he could help save lives. That's what soldiers do for one another.

"That's all he wanted to do was serve God and his country his whole life," Carly Sheehan said. "He was a boy scout from age 6 or 7 and an Eagle Scout. It was kind of a natural progression to go into the military from that. He said he was enjoying the military because it was just like the boy scouts but they got guns."

"On April 4, Palm Sunday, we got the word that Casey had been killed in an ambush," Cindy Sheehan wrote in an essay. "The first chance he got, my brave, wonderful, faithful, sweet, gentle and kind boy volunteered for a rescue mission ... Casey and 20 of his buddies were sent into a raging insurgent uprising to rescue wounded soldiers. Only 13 of them returned."

He died while trying to save others. He died while trying to bring peace, freedom, and security to others. He died for others. He died serving his God and his country. Casey Sheehan died doing what he thought and knew to be right and honorable.

For his acts of bravery and selflessness he was posthumously awarded the Purple Heart and the Bronze Star.

Seven brave soldiers, rescuers, died that day in Sadr City, Baghdad, Iraq. Seven families grieve over the loss of their beloved kin. But only one makes a mockery of their service. Only one denigrates the charity and faith of her son. Only one. There are six other families grieving their own losses and honoring the selfless acts of protective caring shown by their young men who also died that Palm Sunday in the city in which Daniel faced down the lions and Nebakanezer saw the writing on the wall.

We are witnessing the tyranny of the minority. Cindy Sheehan has no moral superiority because she lost her beloved son. Six other mothers lost their sons that day, too. Because they believe their sons did not die in vain, are we to dismiss them as blood-thirsty warmongers? Those mothers loved their sons every bit as much as Cindy Sheehan loved her son. They just choose not to dirty the memory of the brave souls who so generously gave their lives so others could live in freedom.

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