Thursday, August 17, 2017


This tearing down of Confederate statues is not about "fighting fascism" or fighting oppression of any kind - it is anti-Americanism, plain and simple, and it is utterly disgraceful . . . SL

Confederate soldiers, sailors and marines that fought in the Civil War were made US veterans by an act of Congress in 1957. US Public Law 85-425 sec 410 5/23/1958. This made all Confederate military veterans equal to United States veterans. Additionally under US Public Law 810 - approved by the 17th Congress on February 26 1929: The War Department was directed to erect headstones and recognize Confederate grave sites as US war grave sites.

In other words, when you remove or deface a Confederate statue, monument or headstone, you are removing or defacing the statue, monument or headstone of a United States Veteran. Unlike burning or otherwise dishonoring the United States flag, this behavior is illegal.

When the Confederate Battle Flag is depicted on such memorials, it is fitting and proper as their distinctive unit insignia. When the Confederate Battle Flag is displayed by Klansmen or neo-Nazis, it is not appropriate and does indeed represent oppression.

The statue that was torn down in Durham North Carolina was a memorial to Confederate soldiers who perished in the Civil War. Such monuments exist all over the South, in front of state houses and in cemetaries. They are no more a glorification of the Confederacy than the monument on the right (in memory of Wehrmacht soldiers, Bad Constatt, Germany) is a glorification to the criminal Nazi government of the Third Reich.

Erasing history is what terrorists and revolutionaries do. These are memorials to those soldiers who gave their lives defending their homeland. Less than 1% of Confederate soldiers were slave owners, so how can anyone claim the struggle was for slavery? A Union soldier once asked a Confederate soldier, "Rebel, why do you fight us?" to which the Confederate replied, "Because you're here, Yankee."

This call to tear down statues is shameful and un-American, and anybody engaging in or encouraging this disgraceful behavior is actively going against the history of the greatest nation in the history of the world.

Armed neo-Nazis marching in Charlottesville

This is absolutely disgraceful - but can somebody show me where Trump is endorsing this? I seem to recall Obama inviting the BLM scum to the Whitehouse and shaking their hands - the same people who were marching in the streets chanting "Pigs in blankets, fry 'em like bacon!" - the same people responsible for the assassination of police officers across our nation.

If the mayor of Charlottesville had a hair on his ass he could have shut this thing down before it started, in the name of public safety. At the very least, he should have separated the two groups, not allow them within 500 meters of each other. It wouldn't have taken overwhelming manpower - I once stood down a street riot in Cote d'Ivoire with less than 12 men - and Charlottesville cops had the State Troopers to back them up. Barricades should have been put up all over the place, no cars should have been allowed anywhere near the demonstration. Instead the cops were told to stand down - WTF?

Black Panthers demonstrating at the California State Capitol in Sacramento, 2 May 1967

For the record, the contemporary interpretation of the 2d Amendment and the modern day open carry phenomenon and the brandishing of firearms at political rallies was started by the Black Panthers - another leftist group endorsed by the Obama Administration, BTW.

Antifa, Black Lives Matter and Occupy are not home grown, grassroots movements. These are revolutionary anarchistic movements sponsored by the America-hating billionaire George Soros. His intent is to change America, to break us down from our position as the world's lone Superpower, and to re-establish the United States as a collectivist system, with all economic activity directed by the federal government via central planning. Those leftists rioting in Charlottesville were professional agitators bused in by Soros, bought and paid for by Soros.

Two months ago the agenda of the Trump administration was tax reform, and to repeal and replace Obamacare. Guess what's not on the agenda at this time? Tax reform, and the repeal and replacement of Obamacare.

We are being played people - what we saw happen in Charlottesville is exactly what they wanted us to see.


Monday, August 7, 2017

Soldier’s Prayer

Everyone knows someone who is or may be going to battle, whether physical or spiritual. Soldiers use Psalm 91 as a source of inspiration, and to pray for safety and protection in battle. This is appropriate for me now . . . S.L.


Wednesday, August 2, 2017


You have to fully understand the phenomenon of what was Hays Street, downtown Fayettteville, and what it meant to be a young paratrooper there in the 1970's and early 80's . . . S.L.

By 1986 the only bar left on Hays Street was the Seven Dwarfs - moved across the street from its original location (next to Rick's) to adjacent to the Fayetteville Observer's print room, very close to where the Airborne & Special Operations Museum now stands. Rick's burned down in '84 - some say arson, so the owner could realize some kind of worth on the property as the City of Fayetteville continued its pressure to "sanitize" Hays Street. Seven Dwarfs was a Korean-owned establishment but there were several round-eye girls dancing there, some of them not bad looking, either.

It was at the Seven Dwarfs where I had the adventure of my life. I was a squad leader in the 2/504 P.I.R. and it came to the attention of my platoon sergeant that one of my troops was a virgin. Every Monday morning at 0900 formation he'd look at me and say "Has Private So-&-So's nuts dropped yet?" and I'd have to say (somewhat ashamedly) "No, Sergeant. Private So-&-So's nuts haven't dropped yet," and the rest of the platoon would snicker and laugh.

We were the laughingstock of the company, and the honor of the squad was at stake. The situation was getting out of hand. So the seasoned paratroopers in the squad got together and we decided to do something about it. Saturday night we went down to Hays Street to visit the last holdout on the old "Strip" - the notorious Seven Dwarfs.

Things were going along fine. The place was full of these Air Force guys, we were the only paratroopers in there. After a few beers, Private So-&-So was in a deep conversation with this remarkably good-looking cougar in her 40s wearing the skimpiest string bikini you could possibly imagine. She had her elbow up on the bar, holding her chin in her hand and totally engrossed in whatever the hell it was So-&-So was telling here, like he was The Most Interesting Man in the World.

A couple beers later I looked over and Private So-&-So and The Cougar were locked into a full-on open-mouthed, French tongue-kiss. I felt kind of proud, and I nudged my buddy next to me, "hey, check out So-&-So." When I looked back, I noticed one of my other guys rolling on the floor fighting for his life, exchanging punches with one of the Air Force Guys. That was it - COMBAT. The squad got on line and we waded into the Air Force guys.

I'd cleared out a few saloons before that - and a few since - and it was like any other bar fight: a glorious turbulence of exquisite violence. But we were operating like a team, and it became like industrial-line warfare. We'd grab one of the Air Force guys and hand him down the line, everybody nailing the poor bastard with a couple of good punches. We were DESTROYING the enemy, which is what paratroopers do. We know nothing else.

At one point I became aware that one of the Korean mama-sans who ran the joint was coming up to us and spraying mace in our faces. We were used to CS of course, so this mace shit was a joke - we just shook it off and drove on with our mission, which was destroying the Air Force guys. The Air Force guys, on the other hand, were freaking out from the mace and they were scattering in all directions.

The rhythm of the battle changed, and I found myself being grabbed by the front of my shirt and thrown up against the wall by this huge Samoan dude. Like a total dumbass I said, "You want to try that again?" SURE! - and WHAM - I was up against the wall again. Then the Samoan had me by the lapels again and was up in my face, talking to me in a loud voice.


Light went on my head. I signaled my guys and we got the hell out of there. Had to extricate Private So-&-So from Miss Cougar the String Bikini Bandit. Then we were out in the street, and we could see four cop cars lining up in front of the place, blue lights flashing, another car rolling up, and coming around the corner a sixth cop car. They were already hauling the hapless Air Force guys out of there in handcuffs.

Not my guys - we were already out on the street, playing it cool, with the scent of mace wafting about us. The big Samoan CID guy came up to us and said, "Lissen guys, I like the 82d! I used to be 82d! You need to get your asses out of here! And you see that guy over there?" He pointed to this nondescript guy shuffling up the street in our direction. "Don't fuck with him! He's a cop!"

We made our way back to the barracks. I don't know what anybody did on Sunday, but Monday morning PT formation we were all there, looking more or less worse for wear and tear after our misadventure Saturday night. Platoon Sergeant says, "Linnane! Has Private So-&-So's nuts dropped yet?"

This time I just thought of how we'd dealt death & destruction, then did a successful E&E out of there, and to me that counted as success not failure, so this time I held my chin up and spoke a bit louder when I reported, "No, Sergeant, his nuts haven't dropped yet."

This time nobody snickered - word about the Battle of the Seven Dwarfs had gotten around the platoon, apparently, and the honor of the squad was firmly established. We were obviously a force to be reckoned with.

The next weekend the guys took Private So-and-So out to the Velvet Touch in Spring Lake and got him squared away. I went by myself back down to the Seven Dwarfs - return to the scene of the crime - looked up that hot 40-something cougar in the string bikini and got myself squared away - but that's a story for another time.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it . . .