I've Said It Before

 

And I'll say it again. 

The older I get, the more I understand my father.

One of the things that I never understood about my father in his later years (the last 10 or so, anyway) was why he loved watching old movies and TV shows.  And when I say old, I mean old -  as in westerns from the 1940s and 1950s, and TV shows from the 1950s with a smattering of a few from the 1970s and 1980s.  Whenever I went to visit my folks I'd spend the majority of my time in my father's den, sitting in his desk chair at the computer while he sat on his couch.  We would talk and watch TV, and to be honest the TV part bored me to death because of what he was watching.  It's not that I couldn't understand why he was watching them; he watched them because he liked them.  It was WHY he liked them so much that I just didn't understand.

But now I do, because I find myself doing the same thing.  Very few movies that come out these days interest me, and I lost all interest in network TV in the late '90s.  So the time I spend watching TV is spent watching old movies from my youth and TV shows from the same era, and it has led me to finally understanding why my father did the same thing.

He watched what he did because it took him back to a time in his life where he was happiest and felt the most comfortable, back to a time when the world made sense.  He was safe and secure in those days, and life was good.  Watching those old movies and TV shows took him back to that time because he didn't feel comfortable or safe in today's world.

And I feel the same way today, so yeah, I get it now.  The world around me is going to shit, and it seems like there's nothing anyone can do about it.  Yeah, I know that times change, and I used to tell my father the same thing - only now I give the same reply that he did, which is while that may be true, there's nothing that says I have to like it.

It's been more than 4 years since Pop died, but he's still teaching me things about life that I never knew.

And I suspect he will until the day I die and can be with him again.

I love you, Pop, and I miss you.  Thank you for being the man you were.

Deo Vindice

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It's Called "PAYBACK"

 

Let's get a couple of things straight.

First, you ain't doing shit for us.  You're doing it for yourself and for the agenda that you support.  All the media has done for the past 17 years is lie to us over and over again.  You lied to us about NObamacare.  You lied to us about the COVID pandemic.  You lied to us about Joe Biden's competency.  You lied to us about Kameltoe Harris' qualifications.  You lied to us about Billary Clinton.  You lied to us about Trump about everything he did and still does.  You did this for two reasons - Soros' money, and your own libtard agenda.

What you're encountering now is called "PAYBACK," or "KARMA."

You are being treated by the Trump administration with the same amount of respect and courtesy that you have shown him for the past 8 years.  You were unprofessional to the extreme, discourteous to the point of hatred, and disrespectful to a degree that defies description.

And now that you're getting a taste of your own medicine, you can't take it.

Well, too fuckin' bad.  You asked for this, now you got it.  

And I have ZERO sympathy for you or any other libtard asshole out there.  Deal with it.

Deo Vindice

IHC 

 

A Special Kind of Stupid

 

This is the part where we sit back and watch New York City turn into a Muslim-ruled socialist shithole.  And I have NO sympathy for the people of the city because they allowed this to happen by voting for him.

Watching the mass exodus of people and companies fleeing the city is going to be epic.  It's going to be like watching the fall of the Roman Empire all over again, only this time we get to watch it live.

And when it's all over and New York City is a shambles, that's when the Conservatives get to say "I TOLD YOU SO!"  

Unfortunately, then we'll get to clean it up.  But then again, what else is new?  We've been cleaning up Demoncratic messes for years.

Just you wait. 

Deo Vindice

IHC 

 

2,296 Reasons

 

Just when you think you've heard it all about the stupid shit that the libtard left is up to, they come up with something so wrong, so mind-blowingly moronic that it very nearly defies description.

From what I'm reading on the web, it appears as if a radical Muslim is about to be elected Mayor of New York City - you know, the same city where radical Muslims staged an unprovoked terrorist attack that killed thousands of innocent people.  

If you had told me in 2001 that this was even remotely possible I would have told you that you were crazy.  Now, apparently, 'crazy' is the mantra of the Demoncratic party.  And to make things worse, the local barmaid/idiot member of Congress from NY, AOL, and that wrinkled old hypocritical scumbag Sanders is actually supporting this radical Muslim.

I can give you 2,296 reasons as to why this radical Muslim - or any Muslim, for that matter - should NEVER  hold any political office in New York City.  Or anywhere else, actually.  

If this happens, if this radical Muslim asshole is elected, here's what you have to look forward to because here are his plans for NYC as listed on his webpage: 

Grocery stores are going to be controlled by the city government.

All NYC buses will be free.  (Can you say 'higher taxes?')

Child Care will be free.  (See above.)

Higher taxes for corporations and "the 1%."  (Here's where the money for free buses and free childcare will come from.)

NYC will be come an LGBTQIA+ sanctuary city with legislation being passed to "protect gender care."

Raising the minimum wage to $30.  (Ask California how that's working out for them.)

Defunding the police.  (Ask Portland how that's working out for them.)

Lastly, he's going to "Trump-Proof" NYC.

That last one says it all.  Just like every other libtard moron out there, he's anti-Trump and will do anything he can to fight everything that Trump is doing to benefit the country.

Oh, did I mention that this clown is a socialist?  (Which explains why Sanders and AOC are supporting him.)

Here's what you can expect if this asshat gets elected:

Grocery store prices are going to skyrocket, and will soon be empty just like in every socialist country on the face of the planet.  You also won't be able to get what you want since the stores will only stock what the government thinks you should have.

Corporations and "the 1%" will flee NYC in droves to avoid the higher taxes - which means that the higher taxes will be paid by everyone else since the money for all that 'free' stuff has to come from somewhere.

Small businesses will close because they can't afford to pay their employees $30 an hour.  Automation will become the name of the game in other places because that's the standard tactic being employed to avoid paying out the high wages for minimum skill laborers.  McDonald's is a good example of this.

The homosexuals and mentally ill will overrun the city, moving there in droves to get all that free stuff and the 'gender affirming care' that they can't get in cities run by people with morals and common sense.  This means, of course, that everyone else will move out, turning NYC into a modern-day Soddom.

Defunding the police will mean that crime will skyrocket, taking NYC into levels of crime and danger not seen since the '70s.  This will also result in good people moving out, turning the city over to the thugs, criminals, illegals (he's going to end cooperation with ICE as well, by the way) and the mentally deranged/morally decrepit people that will be left.

In short, electing this radical Muslim clown is going to be the end of New York City.  A year after this clown takes office, the people who are left will be sitting back asking themselves "What the fuck did we do?"

Sure, this will be the eventual end of the Demoncratic party in NYC and the hold that party has on the city and the state, but at what cost?  And how long will it take for this to happen?  In the mean time, what was once the greatest city on the planet will become a crime-infested, drug-riddled, immoral den of iniquity, and the people will have no one to blame but themselves.

But they'll find a way to blame it on Trump, mark my words.

Deo Vindice

IHC 

 

First Day of Training, 23 Jun 75

 Fifty years ago today was my first Day Of Training (DOT) in Air Force Basic Military Training (BMT).  This was after having spent the last 4 days running around in the same clothes that I had left home in, sitting in the dorm for hours reading our Student Study Guide (SSG), being taught how to make beds and clean the dorm, anything to keep us busy until our training started.

My experience in BMT was different than most, because my flight was one of the few where the recruits didn't all arrive within 12 hours of each other.  The way it works most of the time is that you get your first group of trainees around midnight or later, and for the next few hours they'd show up in dribs and drabs.  But all of them would be there within 12 hours, and as soon as the last group showed up the clock would start ticking on when you could begin training.  BMTS regulations required that the flight be given 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep after the last group arrived, so if your flight closed out (meaning the last group had arrived) at 4AM then you couldn't do anything with them until noon.  The first thing you'd do is feed them, and then it was off to haircuts and Clothing Issue, which would take up the rest of the day.

My flight was the exception to the rule in that it took two days for all of the recruits to arrive, with the last ones not showing up until Friday night.  This meant that since BMT didn't train on the weekend it was going to be two more days until our training would begin on Monday.  And since our recruiters had told us not to pack anything but our shaving gear, none of us had any clean clothing for the entire weekend.  Trust me when I tell you that by Monday morning the civilian clothing we were in was starting to get a little gamey.  San Antonio in June, remember.

So at 0500 hours (5AM to you civilians) my flight was awakened by Reveille blaring over the loudspeakers with Sgt Bong walking up and down the center aisle of the dorm shouting for us to 'get up, get dressed, and get downstairs in flight formation!'

There are a couple of things I remember about that first day, with the first one being getting our hair cuts.  I was a Proficiency Advance Candidate which meant that because I had previous military experience (Civil Air Patrol) I was eligible to bypass basic training, so I didn't get the normal buzz cut.  I got a regulation 35-10 haircut along with the other 5 PA candidates while the rest of the flight got a buzz cut.  (I failed the Bypass Test a week later and got my buzz cut first thing after that.)  

I don't remember much about clothing issue, but I certainly remember the long march back to the squadron area carrying that heavy as hell duffle bag slung over one shoulder.  By this time it was early afternoon and it was hotter than hell, so we were all sweating and struggling with those damned duffle bags.  The smell of new cotton fatigues was overwhelming, and the dorm would smell like that for the next week.  We stopped off at the mini BX on the way to purchase some stuff we'd need - like a padlock for our security drawer, a flashlight with a yellow cone on the end (the infamous Lackland Laser), and whatever shaving/personal hygiene items we needed.  Then it was back to the dorm to learn how to display our uniforms - after we went on a 'tag and thread hunt.'  We had to check every pocket of every garment for those insidious little white inspection tags, taking them out and throwing them away.  Then we had to cut every loose hanging thread off of every seam of every garment, being told NOT to burn them off with a lighter because that would set the dorm on fire.  

If you think this was a time-consuming process, you're right.  But we only had to do it once - at least until the 15th DOT when we were issued our khaki uniforms and our dress blues.  

That's right, khaki.  The Air Force was just making the transition from khakis to blues when I enlisted, so I was issued two sets of khakis and one set of blues.  Personally I liked the khakis better, but they didn't hold a crease worth a damn.   

By the end of the first day we were all exhausted, and I slept like a rock that night.  Tomorrow was a new day, the 2nd DOT, which meant Medical/Dental Processing.  

I still can't believe it's been fifty years.

Deo Vindice

IHC 

 

 

The Hypocrisy of the Left

 

Every day brings a new example of both stupidity and hypocrisy from the liberal left, but this latest round of libtard snowflake bullshit sets a new low.

The latest thing that the libtards are crying about is Trump taking action against Iran without clearing it through Congress.  They're all up in arms crying and screaming about how Trump didn't have the authority to order the strike, that he had to get the approval of Congress, and - believe it or not - that he needed to notify the Demoncrats of his intentions before doing anything.

That last part is downright laughable.  If Trump wanted the Iranians to know what he was going to do, all he had to do was tell the Demoncrats.  The Iranians would know withing the hour what was coming. 

The War Powers Act of 1973 gives the President of the United States the legal authority to order military strikes and take military action for no longer than 90 days, after which he must get the approval of Congress to continue.  So NO, you bunch of stupid motherfuckers, Trump didn't break the law. 

The sheer stupidity of these people is nothing short of astounding.  And what makes it worse is that with sixty seconds of time spent on Google, they could easily learn the truth and maybe - just maybe - shut the fuck up for a change.

But they refuse to do either.  Their Trump Derangement Syndrome is so bad that it's pathetic. 

Even worse is the hypocrisy.  The Demoncrats said nothing when NObama ordered 563 drone attacks against Pakistan, Somalia, and Yemen in order to defeat ISIS.  They kept silent when "Slick Willy" Clinton ordered strikes against terrorist targets in Afghanistan and Sudan and engaged in operations to enforce no-fly zones in Iraq.  They were mute when Ronald Reagan ordered the air strike against Mohmar Khadafi in Libya in 1986.  

But let Donald Trump take action against Iran, and suddenly they're full of moral outrage.  Their hypocrisy knows no bounds.

I'm fully convinced that if Trump told everyone that drinking your own urine was bad for you and you shouldn't do it, the Demoncrats would be downing that shit by the gallon on nationwide TV and in the halls of Congress.  

I've said it before and I'll say it again - the biggest threat to our nation is the Demoncratic party.  

Prove me wrong.

Deo Vindice

IHC 

 

Happy Anniversary To Me

 

Fifty years ago today I took the first of several significant steps in my life.  At 0600 hours (that's 6AM to you civilians) my parents drove me to the Military Examination and Processing Station in Raleigh, NC where I raised my hand and took the Oath of Enlistment in the United States Air Force.  A few hours later I was on an airplane headed to San Antonio, Texas for Basic Training.  For reasons unknown to me to this very day it took all damned day and most of the night to get there, arriving at San Antonio International Airport at around 2200 hours (10PM).  The group of around 50 guys I was with were herded onto a bus and driven onto the base where we were dropped off at the Reception Center for inprocessing and assignment to a Basic Military Training Squadron (BMTS).

There are two things I remember very vividly about the Reception Center.  The first is that the inside of the building was cold as hell, the coldest room I'd ever felt outside of a meat locker.  I was wearing a pair of polyester pants (shut up, this was the '70s after all) and a t-shirt, so I was freezing my ass off.

The second thing I remember is that the staff sergeant behind the counter who was processing us in was a total asshole.  My guess is that he wanted to be a Military Training Instruct but couldn't meet the requirements, so he just decided he'd take it out on the new recruits.  When it was my turn to be called up to the counter to be assigned a squadron and flight, he asked me what my social security number was.  When I told him I didn't know, he just about lost his shit.  He told me that I should have it memorized, berating me for not having done it already.  I didn't help things any when I told him that my social security number was on my orders that he was holding in his hand.  You can guess where things went from there.

So I was assigned to Flight 0665 of the 3704BMTS along with about six others in my group.  Then we were all herded back onto the bus and taken to the 3707BMTS which is where the 24 hour Dining Hall was located.  We were fed and then taken to our respective squadrons.  The 3707 was located on "Hotel Row," which was called that because there were 4 BMTS dorms lined up in a row, with the squadrons being the 3704, 3707, 3711, and 3703BMTS.  The 3704BMTS was at the head of Hotel Row with the 3703 being at the end closest to the back gate of the base.  Me and 54 other "rainbows" (the term used to refer to new recruits still in their civilian clothes) were taken to the 3704BMTS where we were put in a classroom to await the arrival of our Military Training Instructor.

This room was almost as cold as the Reception Center, but in spite of the cold the fact that it was close to 0100 hours and I was tired as hell, I fell asleep in the desk I was sitting in.  I don't know how long I was asleep but when the MTI came in he made damn sure to wake everyone up and get our attention. 

From my later experiences as an MTI myself, I've come to realize that somewhere along the line somebody fucked up our reception at the squadron.  I say this for two reasons:  first, the MTI who picked us up from the classroom was NOT the MTI who was assigned to my flight, and second, they put us in a classroom to begin with.  The way it was supposed to go was the rainbows were supposed to be put in a flight formation outside of the building and then the roll was called by the instructors assigned to that flight.  This didn't happen with my flight, and we didn't meet our instructor (Sgt Stephen Bong) until the next day.  Sgt Bong was the Team Member; our Team Chief was SSgt James R. Schraeder, who was on leave and didn't return until a week later.

I think it was around 0200 or 0300 hours before we finally got to bed, and I slept like a rock.  They woke us up around 1000 hours and fed us again, then it was off to haircuts and clothing issue.

My training had officially begun.

My initial plan was to go in the Air Force, do my 4 years, then get out and get a job with the North Carolina Highway Patrol.  22 years, 9 months, and 17 days later I retired from the Air Force as a Master Sergeant of Security Police.  Along the way I was a Military Training Instructor assigned to the 3711BMTS from October 1982 to November 1986.  This was easily the best 4 years of my career, hands down.

Now, 50 years later, I look back on all this and smile.  Joining the Air Force was one of the two best decisions I ever made with my life, and I don't regret it a bit.  I'd do it all again if I could, without hesitation.

I just can't believe it's been FIFTY YEARS.  Damn, where did the time go?

AIM HIGH.

Deo Vinice

IHC

 

You Can't Make This Up

 And in today's example of "You Can't Make This Up," consider this:

 I'm outside cutting grass and it's time to spread some weed killer around.  I have some pretty extensive landscaping surrounding the house that consists of several very long and wide beds of river rocks, and right now the grass and weeds are popping up like mad.  So I bought a 2 gallon sprayer from Lowe's and some BioAdvanced Weed Killer, just aching for the chance to use it and get rid of all the crap growing up between the rocks.  It's been raining for the past two weeks, so when today came up clear I saw my chance.

So I finished cutting, trimming and blowing the drive clear of the clippings, and now it's time for the weed killer.  I go into the shed and look at the directions for mixing on the bottle of BioAdvanced Weed Killer, and......there are none.  It says to follow the mixing directions on the sprayer.

OK, I can handle that.  So I go into the house and get the instructions for the sprayer that I bought, then look for the instructions on mixing and........there are none.  It says to follow the mixing instructions on the weed killer container.

I swear you can't make this up.

So I go the web site for BioAdvanced and find the mixing instructions.  Why they didn't put them on the friggin' container is beyond me, but whatever.

But now I'm out of time, so the weed killer application will have to wait until tomorrow.

Yeah, life is a challenge sometimes, but that's what makes it interesting.

Deo Vindice

IHC 

 

 

 

The Lessons I've Learned

 

I've learned a lot about some of the people that I thought I knew and could trust over the course of the past 3 months, and none of it's good.

I've learned that some of the people I thought I could trust implicitly are the ones that I can't trust at all.

I've learned that I have a vastly different definition of 'brotherhood' than most of the people I knew and associated with.

I've learned that 'brotherly love and affection' is, to these people, a slogan that they cite to make themselves feel good without practicing it in reality.

I've learned that pettiness has no expiration date, and that some people will stoop to any low in order to exact revenge for what they consider as a slight against them when it was their fault the entire time.

I've learned that people will believe all of the bad things they hear about you without hesitation, and won't make any effort at all to determine if what they've heard is true or not. 

And most of all, I've learned that one of the people I thought I could trust implicitly and who I considered to be one of my best friends was the one who helped stick the knife in my back. 

 As a result of these lessons, my circle of friends is now very small, and I don't anticipate it getting much bigger any time soon.  I've learned my lesson the hard way, and I'll do anything it takes to keep from learning this lesson again.

Including walking away from people that aren't worth my time and attentions anymore.    

Deo Vindice

IHC 

 

 

Righting A Wrong

 

Once again, Trump has done something that the majority of the American people want and that libtards and Demoncrats will hate.  

During a visit to Fort Bragg, NC yesterday Trump announced that all of the military bases whose name was changed during the Biden administration will have their original names restored.  He's already had his SecDef, Pete Hegseth, change several of them with Fort Bragg being one, but yesterday Trump put a new spin on it.  Not only did he announce that the original names would be restored, he also said that they would be renamed for the original namesake instead of finding someone with the same last name who was not a Confederate hero, specifically citing that Fort Lee would have its original name restored in honor of Robert E. Lee, the original namesake.

If you listen closely you can hear the liberal heads exploding all over the country, and I love it.

While the name change may seem trivial to some (and admittedly the only ones who think this were the libtards who were in favor of the name change to begin with), to most of the country it's important.  The naming of American military bases after Confederate heroes was done during a time in this country's history when people both North and South recognized the fact that Southerners were fighting for a cause they believed in, and while the people of the North may not have agreed with the cause they did agree that it took great courage to stand up and fight for something you believed in - much in the same way their grandfathers did during the American Revolution.  So to honor Southern courage, when the US Army constructed these new bases in the South they named them after Southern heroes.  This was also a way to help heal the deep wounds left by the War Between the States since most of these bases were constructed in the early years of the 20th century when the war was less than 50 years old and was still fresh in the minds of the Southern populace.  

Fast forward to the mid-20th century when people started rewriting American history and began painting Southern heroes as traitors and object of derision.  This feeding frenzy of lunacy and stupidity reached a peak in the early part of the 21st century under "Creepy Joe" Biden, culminating in the tearing down of statues, renaming of streets and buildings, and renaming of military bases.  All this was done to appease the minority of the population, but since we had a spineless, doddering old buffoon in the White House who just did as he was told by the libtards surrounding him, all this nonsense took place.

Now that we have a real leader with cajones in the Oval Office, things are being put right again. And I, for one, couldn't be happier.

Suck it, libtards.

Deo Vindice

ICH 

 

 

Reunion With An Old Friend

 

Yes, that's me on the right in the picture above, taken in January 1991 right after a SCUD attack.  (If you look closely at the guys in the background you can see that they're still in their chem suits.)  I'm standing next to TSgt Lonnie Fulbright, a man I met during the deployment and who would become my best friend.  We were on duty when this picture was taken and were just about to have breakfast at the Tent City complex of the 1st Tactical Fighter Wing at King Abdul Aziz Air Base, Dhahran, Saudi Arabia.  It was about seven in the morning when we had a mutual friend take this picture.

This picture is one of my favorite shots ever, hands down.  When I say that Lonnie became my best friend, I mean it.  He kept me sane during the whole deployment with his positive attitude, sense of humor, and the calmest demeanor I've ever encountered, then or now.  I never saw him lose his temper once during the entire deployment, and he's the only man I've ever met who I've never - and I mean NEVER - heard curse.  Not even so much as a casual 'damn.'  

Never.  

His father had a heart attack in February so they sent Lonnie home, and the void left behind was huge.  We were only there for about a month after that, but that was the longest, loneliest month of my entire life.  When we got back to the States on March 10th the first thing I saw coming down the ramp from the airplane was Lonnie waiting for me, camera in hand and a big grin on his face.

The friendship we developed in the Gulf continued after we got home.  I remember when he and I were both scheduled for Chemical Warfare Refresher Training about a month after we returned, and neither of us could figure out why the Air Force thought we needed refresher training after having just returned from a war zone where getting in and out of chemical ensemble suits and gas masks was a daily thing.  I also remember the two striper who was teaching the class telling the class that it took an average of fifteen minutes to put on the complete chemical ensemble; when I let out a loud "HUH!" from the back of the room where Lonnie and I were sitting, it got his attention.  I told him that we could do it in nine, and of course he didn't believe me.  (He wasn't in the Gulf.)  

So Lonnie and I then proceeded to show him.  When it was over and we were both standing there in full chemical ensemble after eight minutes and ten seconds, he was flabberghasted.  As we took off our gas masks he asked us how we had learned to do it that fast, to which I replied "Fear is a great motivator."  

He then excused us from the rest of the class, which was supposed to be an all-day thing.  This was about 0800 hours, so Lonnie and I had the rest of the day off.

Lonnie retired from the Air Force in 1994, and I conducted his retirement ceremony.  He moved to Georgia and got a job with the DoD Police, retiring again a few years ago.  I retired from the Air Force in 1998, but we always kept in touch.  When I moved to South Carolina in 2006 I started saying that I had to go see him since he was only 3 hours away, but I'm the king of procrastination so that didn't happen.

Until yesterday.  I finally got my ass in gear and drove out to see him, and when I saw him for the first time it was like it was 1991 all over again.  That big grin, those sparkling eyes, and that cheerful demeanor were just as I remembered.  We put our arms around each other and hugged for several long minutes, and it was one of the best things I've ever felt.  I just wish I'd done it sooner, but I can guarantee you one thing - it won't be 31 years before I see him again, that's for sure.  Hell, it won't be 31 months before I'm in Georgia with my friend again.

Lonnie is the kind of friend who only comes along once in your life, twice if you're lucky.  (And I'm one of the lucky ones as I have a best friend here in Columbia that is just as important to me as Lonnie.)  He accepted me as I am, without judgment or prejudice, and has always treated me with respect despite my shortcomings.  He kept me sane during the war, listening to me gripe and complain, his smile and positive attitude never wavering.  He made such a huge difference in my life that continues to this day, and for that I'll be forever grateful.

So thank you, my friend and comrade in arms, for being there when I needed you and for just being you.  The world is truly a better place simply because you're in it.  And if anyone has ever earned their way into Heaven, it's you.

I love you, brother.  See you soon.

Deo Vindice

IHC 

 

 

D-Day

 Eighty one years ago today the greatest invasion in the history of the world took place when Allied forces landed at Normandy to begin the liberation of Europe from the Nazis.  The fate of the world hinged on this endeavor, and I think every single person who took part knew exactly what was at stake - on both sides of the conflict.

The average age of the American soldier taking part in the invasion was 22, with some being as young as 18.  For many draftees the Normandy invasion was their very first combat experience, having gone straight from training in the States to England for the staging of the invasion.  Those young men - young heroes, actually - were scared to death at what awaited them, but they went anyway.  They knew the stakes, they knew the cost of failure, so they gathered up their courage and went.

Anywhere from 14,000 to 16,000 of them didn't come home.  

I wonder if today's American youth would have this kind of courage.  I hope we never have to find out.

Take a moment today to remember the young lives lost and the families torn apart in the pursuit of freedom.  It's the least you can do.

 

 

 

 

Deo Vindice

IHC 

 

 

SO Tired Of Hearing This!

 

If there's one question that I am SO tired of hearing the snowflakes and libtards ask, it's "Is that what you voted for?"

YES, goddam it, that's EXACTLY what I voted for!  The only reason the snowflakes and libtards are even asking this question at all is because they don't approve of ANYTHING he's doing, so they're trying this lame 'guilt trip' tactic to try and get us to see things their way.

Trust me when I tell you that ain't gonna happen.  Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.  

Do I agree with everything Trump has done so far?  No, of course not.  I've never agreed with everything that any politician has done in my entire life, and Trump is no different.  For example, I think renaming the Gulf of Mexico was kind of trite and nonsensical, but I get why he did it.  I also don't approve of this 'big beautiful bill' he's proposing because it spends WAAAAAY too much money at a time when he's trying to cut government waste.

Lastly I don't approve of the fact that all of these incidents of fraud, waste, and downright THEFT have been uncovered by DOGE, and as of today NOBODY has been arrested for it.  We know they did it; the facts prove they did it, so what's the holdup?  Somebody needs to get arrested, starting with Nancy Pelosi, and they need to get arrested TODAY.

But overall, do I approve of the job he's doing?  Is this what I voted for?

Absolutely yes.  Inflation is down, the price of gas is down, crime is down, illegal immigration is WAAAAAAAAY down, and the nation is a safer place because of it.  The only people who aren't happy are the illegal immigrants who know Trump is coming for them, and the libtards who still think for some unknown reason that Kameltoe Harris would have been the better choice.

Overall, Trump is proving to be one of the best - if not THE best - Presidents this country has ever had, and he has my unwavering support.

So suck it, snowflakes.

Deo Vindice

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Pride Month

 

The idea of celebrating a mental illness for an entire month, much less celebrating it at all, disgusts me to my very core.  We as a nation, thanks to the crybabies in the Demoncratic party, devote an entire month to celebrate the minority of citizens who have a mental illness while at the same time devoting ONE DAY to celebrate our nation's veterans.  This, to me, is the definition of insanity.

What have those with that particular mental illness done for our country?  What sacrifices have they made?  And before you start lecturing me with that bullshit about how brave and fearless they were by 'coming out' and admitting their mental illness, let me tell you right now that that dog won't hunt.  The only people who celebrate their coming out are others with the same mental illness, and they are the minority in this country - somewhere around 1%, I believe it is.

On the other hand, our veterans (of which I am one) literally laid their lives on the line for our country.  We did things we didn't want to do, we went places we didn't want to go, we left behind our family and loved ones to do this, and some of us sacrificed our lives while doing it.  We did all this voluntarily and for one reason - we wanted to.  

And why did we want to?  Simple - we love our country.   

I'm just waiting for the day when somebody in that great stinkhole known as Washington DC grows a pair of balls and designates June as Veteran's Month and gives our veterans the recognition they so richly deserve.  (Are you listening, Mr. President?) 

But honestly, I ain't holding my breath.

Deo Vindice

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