Fri round up

Vance McAllister
A LA, Republi-Rat, Vance McAllister, got caught kissing a woman, not his wife, on video.  The “family values” Rat is now in big trouble, but not necessarily with his wife.  We haven’t heard from her.  He’s in trouble with Dopes and Republicans calling for him to step down.  I don’t know if McAllister needs to go or not.  I suppose that’s up to him and his wife. I do know the best line yet on this subject has come from Greg Gutfeld on FNC’s The Five.  After admitted drunk, drug addict, sex addict (but only with ugly women) and political loser Bob Beckel condemned McAllister, he threw it over to Greg Gutfeld who kind of matter of factly asked Bob, “What does Hillary think he ought to do?  I’m waiting to hear to hear from Hillary on this.”  Beckel responded with – silence.

The Bundy Ranch
A bunch Bureau of Land Management thugs armed with firearms, tazers and dogs confronted a group of protesters yesterday (Check out the video).  The protesters got their way.  What amazes me is the absolute arrogance of the BLM officers.  Not one of them has the presence of mind to explain what it is they are doing.  Put the dogs up.  Explain what is being done and why.

The only answer for why that did not happen is because this particular group of steroid raged officers were out specifically looking for trouble.  Another indication that this particular mission was not sanctioned by anyone with a brain is that the weasels turn tail and run away without so much as an arrest or even issuing a warning.

I believe Lex predicted such confrontations.  This one is complete with local militias confronting federal authorities, cowboy stealing back the cattle that the BLM stole and a federal officer claiming he didn’t want to be there, but alas it’s his job.  I think Lex saw this coming.

Jack the barber.  The rest of the story.
Several posts under I mention Jack the barber who ran a shop outside the front gate at Ft. Leavenworth, KS.  I got to know Jack – as much as you can get to know anyone during a 15 minute haircut every other week over 9-10 months - while attending Army Command and Staff College on post.

One Fri I stopped in just before closing.  Jack told me had just gotten off the phone with his wife.  Jack had asked “What’s for dinner?”  According to Jack she replied, “Whatever you want, because you’re taking me out for dinner tonight.”  He must have liked that story because I heard it again several times before leaving KS.

Jack had a wounded right hand and arm up to elbow.  His right forearm was about half the size of the left.  During a cut one day I asked him what happened.  He told me he got caught in a Chinese mortar attack one night and took a bit of shrapnel.  That’s were the story got good.

He told me in the morning they evacuated him to the rear.  Then the rear evacuated him all the way to Tokyo for surgery.  After the surgery he had weeks of rehab.  Well one night he and bunch of other staff sergeants decided they were taking “whether leave” – they were taking leave whether the old man said they could have it or not.  They were going to go AWOL.  So that night they sneak out of the hospital and proceed to get rip roaring drunk.  So much so someone called the MPs to come get them.  The MPs haul them back to the hospital and they are charged with being AWOL.

The very next day they are all hauled up to the Colonels office.  As Jack put it, “That’s back in the day when the old man was everything, defense attorney, prosecutor, judge and jury.  So, we’re all in there standing at attention and the old man asks, ‘What do you sons of bitches have to say for yourselves?’  One of the guys starts to say, ‘Well sir..’ and the colonel shouts, ‘Shut up!  There’s no defense for being AWOL.  You are either where you are supposed to be or you aren’t.  You sons of bitches were not where you were supposed to be last night.  Get out of here.  Wait outside until I call you back in.’  So we all left and sat outside the old man’s office talking about getting shipped home as privates.  After about five minutes the old man calls us back in.  We’re all lined up at attention and the colonel says, ‘OK you sons of bitches, it’s your lucky day.  They need Staff Sergeants in Korea.  They need privates back home.  The choice is yours.’”

“Holy shit Jack, what did you do?” I asked.  He chuckled and said, “Oh hell I went back to Korea.  That was before I was married.  I didn’t give a shit.”  It was only after the war that the Army decided that they didn’t need a wounded guy like Jack and he was medically retired, I believe still a staff sergeant. 

It was always a delight to show up at is shop and ask him about some photo on the wall or listen to him hold forth on the issues of the day in a rather unvarnished fashion.