THE CHAIRMAN of the Joint Chiefs is retiring soon. He expressed hope that Americans could find the resolve to finish the job in Iraq:
WASHINGTON, Sept. 27, 2005 (AFPN) – In his last news conference as chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Air Force Gen. Richard B. Myers today once again urged Americans to maintain their resolve and determination against terrorism. Myers will retire Sept. 30.
Myers said the terrorists are determined to shake the will of Americans. They commit acts of violence as a way to influence American public opinion.
"They want to see us leave Iraq without completing the mission," Myers said. "The enemy knows very clearly they cannot defeat us militarily, so they rely on acts of terrorism to try to chip away at our resolve ... to win."
The best weapons in the war on terror "are patience and resolve, or, in one word -- our will," Myers said. "We simply cannot afford to lose the will to finish the job at hand. We have the people, we have the plans, and we have the leadership to see this to the end and to see victory."
Honestly, I have my doubts. We recently witnessed an anti-American circus organized by a Stalinist organization that wants U.S. troops out of "Palestine" and Haiti. Sorry, for the dim bulbs among you, the U.S. has no troops in either location.
Clearly, the media thinks we CAN afford to not finish the job and that "will" Myers referred to would be very hard to find in any newsroom.
Cowards, and I mean that in the literal sense, and fools. Where to begin. The "Outer Limits" nature of what passes for political discourse presents so many juicy targets.
Batting lead off can only be the apparently mildly retarded Mom Sheehan. How much attention does the press pay to her Jew-hating statements? Not a hell of a lot--but then again, most of you leftists are closet anti-Semites.
Someday, somewhere, intelligent Americans will build a monument to the sacrifice Casey Sheehan made for us all to make up for the desecration of his memory by his mother. Now, instead, we witness Mom and her enablers in the press kick his memory around like a soccer ball. I bet Mom would blabber that she'd swap places with Casey if only she could. One can only wish.
Up second are the hundreds of dead and raped in the Superdome and the New Orleans Convention center the press gleefully promised us. It didn't happen. Were the reporters liars?
They would say no. Somebody made some irresponsible statement and it bounced around in the Katie-Geraldo-Anderson echo chamber until it assumed the guise of received wisdom.
No, the reporters can fall back on the "source" defense. But, if they do so, they open themselves up to the logical accusation that they are foolish individuals with no commonsense. It's one or the other guys and gals. Either you are lying scumbags adhering to the Media Party's talking points or you are simply idiots.
Sorry I can't give you the details (too lazy to look them up, mea culpa), but a Knight-Ridder reporter just won an award for excellence in reporting from Iraq. In commenting on her super work in bringing the story home to her U.S. readers, she lamented the fact that she was hindered in her reporting because the security situation precluded her from leaving her hotel in the Green Zone.
Oh, come on, don't be such a dog in the manger. Laugh with me. That a reporter sitting around rewriting Armed Forces Press releases at her hotel room desk could win a journalism prize is too delish.
Have you read Michael Yon's dispatches from the front? You should. Justifiably called the "Ernie Pyle" of the Iraq war, he has a self-titled blog. Check it out. And while he does report military setbacks when they occur, don't expect Yon to win any awards--he also reports situations when the Army gets it right, a serious no-no.
But as usual, I digress. I was addressing the plea by the nation's top military officer that Americans show a little backbone. Fat chance. Bin Laden was right when he said Americans are paper tigers. Wait, I take that back, he gave you too much credit. In a 50-50 nation, half of you are those cute little origami cranes. You don't have enough sense to come out of the rain unless the government promises to pay for a new pair of shoes.
Serve your country? Ha-ha. How could you, when it is all about Me, Me, Me? You are too busy with your botox treatments and working on those abs to get off your fat asses to read even the minimum needed to understand national security, the economy, and your "entitlement mentality."
And, you, dude, don't tell me to leave the country if I don't like it. Unlike the lighter-than-air denizens of Hollywood that threaten to move to France every time the Democrats lose an election--and then never do--I did. I served my country and I left. I would not live among you. (Sorry, I do vote Republican by mail).
My final question is this: When the shitstorm hits and you start crying for the military to protect you, why should they? And if they found it in their hearts to forgive your duplicity and endless insults, where would they find you? In front of Walter Reed medical center taunting wounded veterans.
This site will go dark for a few weeks now. I enter the most unapologetic section of BlueLand tomorrow to visit family.









