Thursday, 27 December 2012

Department of State Facilities Security Plans & Policy Directorate: bravo.

My dear Tavy,

Your pious English habit of regarding the world

as a moral gymnasium built expressly to strengthen

your character in, occasionally leads you to think about

your own confounded principles when you should

be thinking about other people’s necessities.


G B Shaw, author.

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

"...may you become SO FAMOUS that your last name is now a VERB."

If I was the sun way up there
I'd go with love most everywhere
I'll be the moon
when the sun goes down
Just to let you know
that I'm still around

That's how strong my love is, oh
That's how strong my love is,
baby, baby,
That's how strong my love is.

Friday, 14 December 2012

All too big to make a difference, All too wrong...

to make it right.

She's in love with a drug

A drug that makes her numb

One that stops her feeling at all...

Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Bil Murray as FDR. Genius. - there must be some way I can remind myself to see it.

Stripes (1981)


The name's Francis Soyer,

but everybody calls me Psycho.

Any of you guys call me Francis, and I'll kill you.




You just made the list, buddy.

And I don't like nobody touching my stuff.

So just keep your meat-hooks off.

If I catch any of you guys in my stuff, I'll kill you.

Also, I don't like nobody touching me.

Now, any of you homos touch me, and I'll kill you.

Sergeant Hulka: 

Lighten up, Francis.

Thursday, 8 November 2012

Reagan: "General, you gotta hand it to poor old Barry Dunham Hussein Sotoero Earl Carter Obama, Jr........"

"...when his opponent:

1)  --is a [kinda] weird teetotaller
2)  --NEVER banged a bunch of chicks one weekend in the 60's
3)  --had NO INTEREST in getting within 10,000 miles of Vietnam
4)  --has a bunch of sons unanimous in their SENSIBLE LACK OF INTEREST in the heat, sand or bugs of the holy cities of Tikrit or Kandahar (ByTheWay how many 'Holy Cities' do those "I proudly wipe with my bare hand" nit-wits have?)
5)  --and basically is a back-stabbing tax-raiser from Massachussetts....

...well, shit, ---that creep Obama ---- he delivers a beat-down."

IKE:   "...fuckin'-A, Ronnie, fuckin'-A..."

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

There's something about C-SPAN.

The very thought of you makes
My heart sing
Like an April breeze
On the wings of spring
And you appear in all your splendour
My one and only love

Friday, 19 October 2012

What if....... the Infantry, the Marines, the SEALs and the various CIA guys who, lately, suited up, humped ammo & rode helicopters hither & yon were replaced [at first] by:

THESE GUYS & their missile keys that can launch one or two instructive warheads from Ballistic Missile Submarines... "erasing" say Kandahar & Ghazni, not policing or pacifying, as did the ridiculous Lord Roberts & his ignorant long line of British, Indian, Pakistani, Russian successors?

Would all of our honored dead be running around & doing fun camping stuff in Fort Bragg NC. Virginia Beach, VA. San Diego, CA. Williamsburg, VA. Tampa, FL. - and a hundred other places --- safe & sound since about the third week of October 2001?

Why do we even have 12? 15? goddamn fucking Ballistic Missile Submarines?

Is humanity so in need of the latest goat-meat cuisine contribution of the Pashtun people?

Or have the Pashtuns demonstrated a capacity for mass suicide
---which we should oblige---
when they unwisely welcome and conspire with
rich, violent Arabs in their safe haven?

Since we haven't destroyed their wonderful cultural inheritance, can they now be expected to build schools, improve roads and plant trees... or will that take another 3000 years of careful meetings by the elders of the tribes?

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Whether or not one was expected to perform Navy Cross-level acts of heroism... in FY2005, US Navy Petty Officers were paid about $100 per day & encouraged to shoot all the ammunition they could carry along Eurasia's most unlikely goat-trails...

During the fire fight, Axelson was shot in the chest and head but continued to fight alongside Luttrell until a blast from a rocket-propelled grenade (RPG) separated them.

Along with injuries sustained from the blast, Axelson died of bullet wounds to the chest and head.

When U.S. Navy personnel arrived to retrieve his body for burial, they found that it was a few hundred yards away from the RPG blast location.

Axelson was reported by Luttrell to have had three magazines remaining when the blast took place, however, when his body was found, he had only one magazine remaining, which indicated that either Axelson continued to fight even after the blast or the ammo reserves were picked by insurgents.

born: June 25, 1976
killed in action: June 28, 2005
age 29.


For extraordinary heroism in actions against the enemy

while serving in a four-man
Special Reconnaissance element with
SEAL Delivery Vehicle Team ONE,
Naval Special Warfare Task unit,
Afghanistan from 27 to 28 June 2005.

Petty Officer Axelson demonstrated extraordinary heroism
in the face of grave danger in the vicinity of

Konar Province,

Operating in the middle of an enemy-controlled area, in extremely rugged terrain, his Special Reconnaissance element was tasked with locating a high-level Anti-Coalition Militia leader, in support of a follow-on direct action mission to disrupt enemy activity. On 28 June 2005, the element was spotted by Anti-Coalition Militia sympathizers, who immediately revealed their position to the militia fighters.

As a result, the element directly encountered the enemy.
Demonstrating exceptional resolve and fully understanding the gravity of the situation, Petty Officer Axelson's element bravely engaged the militia, who held both a numerical and positional advantage.

The ensuing firefight resulted in numerous enemy personnel killed, with several of the Navy members suffering casualties.
Ignoring his injuries and demonstrating exceptional composure, Petty Officer Axelson advised the teammate closest to him to escape while he provided cover fire.

With total disregard for his own life and thinking only of his teammate's survival,

he continued

to attack the enemy, eliminating additional militia fighters,

until he was mortally wounded by enemy fire.

A champion of


Petty Officer Axelson will be remembered for his self-sacrificing actions in the continuing Global War on Terrorism. By his undaunted courage, fortitude under fire, and unwavering dedication to duty, Petty Officer Axelson reflected great credit upon himself and upheld the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service.

He gallantly gave his life for the cause of freedom.


Friday, 5 October 2012

...the moderate to high-cost pacification of the Eurasian landmass...


For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the
risk of his life
and above and beyond the call of duty as the leader
of a special reconnaissance element with

Naval Special Warfare

task unit Afghanistan on 27 and 28 June 2005.

While leading a mission to locate a high-level
anti-coalition militia leader, Lieutenant Murphy
demonstrated extraordinary heroism in the face of
grave danger in the vicinity of

Konar Province,

On 28 June 2005, operating in an extremely rugged
enemy-controlled area, Lieutenant Murphy's team
was discovered by anti-coalition militia sympathizers,
who revealed their position to Taliban fighters. 

As a result, between 30 and 40 enemy fighters
besieged his four member team. 
Demonstrating exceptional resolve, Lieutenant Murphy
valiantly led his men in engaging the large enemy force. 

The ensuing fierce firefight resulted in numerous
enemy casualties,
as well as the wounding
of all four members of the team.

Ignoring his own wounds and demonstrating exceptional
composure, Lieutenant Murphy continued
to lead and encourage his men. 

When the primary communicator fell
mortally wounded, Lieutenant Murphy repeatedly
attempted to call for assistance for his beleaguered teammates. 

Realizing the impossibility of communicating
in the extreme terrain, and in the face of almost
certain death,
he fought his way into open terrain
to gain a better position to transmit a call.

This deliberate, heroic act deprived him of cover,
exposing him to direct enemy fire. 

Finally achieving contact with his headquarters,
Lieutenant Murphy maintained his exposed position
while he provided his location and requested
immediate support for his team.

In his final act of bravery, he continued
to engage
the enemy until he was mortally wounded,
gallantly giving his life for his country
and for the cause of


By his selfless leadership, Lieutenant Murphy
reflected great credit upon himself and upheld
the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service.

Thursday, 13 September 2012

Everything: DeNiro

– nightclub scene...

Tommy Como:
I’m just talkin' here...
I'm betting a lot of
money on you in this
fight with Janiro.

Jake LaMotta:

What would you tell me?

I'd say bet everything you got.

Tommy: Everything?
Jake: Everything.

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Meg Griffin: "...Brian, let's dance!!..."


You know, Meg, there's no dogs
allowed here so you're gonna
have to leave,
but Brian can stay.


You know, Connie,
I think I have a theory
about why you're such a bitch.


Excuse me?


Brian let's just go.


No, no, no hang on, hang on.
You see Connie,
you're popular
because you developed
early and started giving
handjobs when you were twelve
and now you can't stand
to look at yourself in the mirror
because all you see is a whore.
So you pick on Meg to avoid
the inevitable realization that
once your body is used up by age 19
you're going to be a worn-out,
chalky-skinned burlap-sack
that even your step-dad won't want.

How's that? 

Am I in the ballpark?

Thursday, 6 September 2012

In Lemnos, 1190 B.C. - in the Time of World War

Let me tell you... the way they abandoned me.

The sea and the sea-swell had me all worn out,

So I dozed and fell asleep under a rock

Down on the shore.

  And there and then, just like that,

They headed off.

  And they were delighted...

The ships all disappeared...

Ship of fools.... Sail away from me.

Monday, 3 September 2012

Guns don't kill people...

Ukraine, 1942 - modern times, Western civilization.

A mere handful of motivated Government bureaucrats

 ---can kill people---

at a ratio of 100 to 1,
as "obedient citizens" undress and quietly march into a pit.

No need to worry about unrestrained government power.
What's the worst that can happen if we are disarmed... these are modern times?

Friday, 31 August 2012

When the Chips are Down...

Who exactly --- is running to pull YOUR ass out of the chemical flames & diesel smoke?

In the finest traditions of the Naval Service... someone's on the way...

Monday, 27 August 2012

"Check ignition..."

...And may God's love be with you

Ground control to... Ensign Neil.

Best Pilot the Navy ever trained.

Thursday, 2 August 2012

...And the broken-down, old Soldiers lamented the wasting--- on a mere grave ---of money which should have been given for drink.[North Capitol St. NW - Washington, DC]

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

War's Over - Shut it Down, Belfast.

On Raglan Road on an Autumn day,
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I may one day rue.
I saw the danger, yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let Grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.

Friday, 13 July 2012

now THAT would be a great talk-show. 

& they could totally crush those incompetent creepy leftist big dummies
Charlie Rose / David Gregory / George Stephanopoulos / Bob Schieffer
in the ratings. [sigh]

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

The Verdict 

{December 8, 1982}

What is the truth?

Frank Galvin:
That poor girl put her trust
into the hands of two men
who took her life.
She’s in a coma. Her life is gone.
She has no home or family.
She’s tied to a machine.
She has no friends.
And the people who should care for her:  
her doctors  - and you and me -  
have been bought off
to look the other way

- we’ve been paid
to look the other way.

I came here to take your money…
brought snap-shots…
[holds up Polaroids] show you so I could get your money.
I can’t do it, I can’t take it.
‘Cause if I take the money
I’m lost.

I’ll just be a rich --- ambulance chaser.
I can’t do it, I can’t take it.

Young Priest / Archdiocesan Goon:
You’re here to discuss money, Mr. Galvin? 
How’s your law practice?

Not too good…

[drops Polaroids into his briefcase]

…I only got the one client.


John 18:38...

Pilate saith unto him, What is truth?

And when he had said this, he went out again unto the Jews,

and saith unto them, I find in him no fault at all.


Saturday, 7 July 2012

The whisper of devotion is not given in haste.

Neither will its grey spirit push in like a thief in the night.

It does not soar as would an arrow shot true,

does not tear the ground of the battlefield,

does not gouge the spine like the vengeful dagger.

Its raging, tortured ghost creeps along, barely perceived.