Friday, November 19, 2004

The other side of the story, continued/amplified

(Via Obnoxious Droppings)

Col. Oliver North has the full skinny on what, how and why our intrepid Marine killed a terrorist in Iraq, from those who were there for the event--and what had preceeded it.

Now why didn't the good old Mainstream Media outlets give us all the background? You be the judge of their motives for yourself, but I have already made my judgment--sensationalism sells. As outlined by Col. North, this was just another dead terrorist in a war meant to create great stacks of dead terrorists. But that story doesn't sell, nor does it allow all the nice liberal media types to indulge in their hatred and loathing for the country that gave them birth.

Pukes. Rummy, revise the embedded media policy NOW.

The other side of the story

(Via Across The Atlantic; originally from Power Line)

We've all heard, to the point of saturation, the media's version of the Marine shooting a terrorist in Iraq. Time to hear the other side.

If the Pentagon caves to pressure and tries to discipline this guy, beware the fury of the legions.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

My obligatory post on Marines killing terrorists

I've watched and listened, swinging from amused to outraged, about the Kevin Sikes/NBC tape of a Marine shooting a terrorist.

OK, let's stipulate that he was wounded. OK, so we have a wounded terrorist in a mosque in Fallujah. You know, the cesspit that the Marines have been cleaning out lately. That Fallujah.

Two (maybe more) Marines enter the mosque, and find a man on the floor. He may or may not be wounded. He may or may not be hiding a weapon beneath his body. The mosque was a known source of unfriendly fire. It's known that the terrorists will boobytrap the bodies of their slain comrades, in an attempt to kill one more American. He obviously isn't a prisoner, or he would have been secured.

You've been fighting, house to house, for 6 days, and you're tired on a level that those of us who have never done it can't comprehend. You've been wounded, but you're soldiering on.

The guy on the floor, the terrorist, seems to be faking death. Given what you know, what do you do? Do you approach within arm's length, close enough to be attacked with a knife, and roll the guy over to see if a grenade is under the body? Do you leave him behind, maybe to fire on you and your buddies as you exit the building?

Nah, you pop a cap in his ass and continue with the mission. Problem solved; one more terrorist who will most assuredly kill no more.

Except we have the media present. A media where nearly all of them have never worn the uniform, more or less been in a battle.

So now we have tape, an uproar over "war crimes", an investigation. "Oh my, what will the terrorists think of us!' is the refrain from the Left.

My answer? "Who cares? Pin a medal on the guy, give him 10 more loaded magazines and an order to keep up the good work."

The terrorists already hate us. I don't think killing them will do any damage to their opinion of us. But one thing's for certain--the dead ones won't be shooting at our troops any more.

Give the old boys a hand

(Via NCSouth)

Dr. Louis Rubin, professor emeritus of English at UNC-Chapel Hill and the founder of Algonquin Books, penned this piece on his experiences as a young boy attending one of the last reunions of Confederate veterans.

The last major Confederate reunion was held in Richmond in 1932. My father was recuperating from a surgical operation there at the time, so I was on hand for that reunion, too. Some 1,500 veterans were in attendance. One morning we walked over to the Confederate Home, and my father chatted with some of the old men with white beards seated outside in the June sunshine.

The big public event was the reunion parade along Monument Avenue. There were various military and naval units marching in it, including an impressive National Guard drum and bugle corps from Norfolk in scarlet jackets, khaki pants and gleaming silver-chrome helmets. The old veterans came last, riding in flag-draped open touring cars, waving their canes and hats at the spectators lining the sidewalks.

"Give the old boys a hand!" my father said, just as the crowd where we were standing burst spontaneously into applause. The avenue rang with cheering for the long-ago defenders of the capital of the Confederacy.

It must have been a magic moment for a young boy. I can see it in my mind's eye, and I appreciate the chance to do so.

Compare and contrast, if you would, with this piece from the Charlotte Observer, about the latest battle pitting the Pathologically Politically Correct against our Southern heritage.

Ms. Lauren Crawford, a 20-year-old Mecklenburg county resident, apparently roused herself from her normal obliviousness to her surroundings and finally noticed a historical marker next to her Central Piedmont Community College campus, commemorating a 1929 reunion of Confederate veterans in Charlotte--after someone else brought it to her attention.

"The beliefs are not my beliefs," said Crawford on Monday, adding that she passed out about 100 fliers on campus raising awareness of the monument.

In her flier, Crawford said the marker portrays "extreme racial beliefs that most of us probably pass by everyday. Should we leave it alone? Tear it down? Or maybe move it to a museum or to a historical site?"

"Extreme racial beliefs". Really? According to the article, here is the text of marker:

"A state and city's tribute of love; in grateful recognition of the services of the Confederate soldiers whose heroism in war and fidelity in peace have never been surpassed. Accepting the arbitrament of war, they preserved the Anglo-Saxon civilization of the south and became master builders in a re-united country."

Politically Correct? Hardly. Racist? I fail to see anything about racist in this text. I do see the mention of a race, one of three I know of in the Antebellum South. Does this make it racist? I suppose if you've been educated in a public school system in the last 20 years, it probably does.

Ms. Crawford is a sad proof of what our tax dollars buy us. We are not educating our children, we are indoctrinating them. We don't teach them to think, we teach them what to think.

Those of you who are parents of school-age kids, have you asked your kids lately what they learned in school today? Try it every day for a month--you'll be surprised, especially if they're in middle school or high school.