Monday, July 19, 2004

The Sarge Says
 
The Saudi Royal Family, and their Wahhabist strain of Islam that resulted in 3,000 dead on Sept. 11th, needs to be wiped clean from the face of the Earth.
 
This war's not over until they're dead.
 

 


Wednesday, July 14, 2004

The Phillipines Surrender

The Philippines has capitulated to international terror by agreeing to withdraw their troops from IRAQ.

I am reminded of this:

Desiderata
(Things to be Desired)

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender

Max Ehrmann, 1927

Friday, July 09, 2004

Out on a Limb

The Democratic Liberialism of Roosevelt, Truman, Kennedy, Johnson, and Carter died. Some people haven't noticed.

The "welfare state" of the old Democrats died just like slavery died 150 years ago.

Some people think they will raise the dead and return to a time where we looked to the government for answers and solvers of problems. But the winners of the Nobel Prize in Economics have been given to the people who describe a free market. People like Sharpe, Nash, MO & MI and Fischer. Finance men to the last.

UPDATE: The Kerry 2004 campaign rejected a speech by the Berkley Professor George A. Akerlof, a Nobel prize-winning economist and Kerry adviser.

Thursday, July 08, 2004

Either Bush or Kerry

The Belmont Club explores the changes that have come to the world during the last 20 years or so. Liberalism and the old Democratic party are dead. Whether Bush or Kerry is elected won't matter because the underlying forces won't go away.

Yet just as Osama Bin Laden discovered that destroying the World Trade Center only causes a new and taller one to be built, in addition to the loss of Afghanistan and Iraq to the Jihadi cause, the French may discover that not even the election of John Kerry -- which is by no means foregone -- will alter the underlying tale. Only by changing themselves -- and not by watching Michael Moore -- can they recover their dynamism and become competitive again.


Where's the money in being a Jihadist? The same place the money is for being a socialist or liberal. No where.

Hillary Clinton very bluntly told her partisan crowd in San Fransico a few days ago that she wanted to "raise your taxes". That might be fine for multi-millionairs like her and her husband. But my tax rate is already at near 50% taking into account, SSN, Medicaid, sales tax, licenses and fees, Real Estate tax and Federal Income Tax.

If taxes got us where we are today, I don't see how more taxes will do any better.

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Winning and Losing the War


Victor David Hanson
points out we won the military campaign abroad. He argues we lost the war in the hearts of men and women in civilized countries:

HOME FRONT

We are winning the military war in Iraq and Afghanistan. The terrorists are on the run. And slowly, even ineptly, we are achieving our political goals of democratic reform in once-awful places. Thirty years of genocide, vast forced transfers of whole peoples, the desecration of entire landscapes, a ruined infrastructure, and a brutalized and demoralized civilian psyche are being remedied, often under fire. All this and more has been achieved at the price of political turmoil, deep divisions in the West -- here and abroad --and the emergence of a strong minority, led by mostly elites, who simply wish it all to fail.

Whether this influential, snarling minority -- so prominent in the media, on campuses, in government, and in the arts -- succeeds in turning victory into defeat is open to question. Right now the matter rests on the nerve of a half-dozen in Washington who are daily slandered (Bush, Rumsfeld, Cheney, Rice, Wolfowitz), and with brilliant and courageous soldiers in the field. They are fighting desperately against the always-ticking clock of American impatience, and are forced to confront an Orwellian world in which their battle sacrifice is ignored or deprecated while killing a vicious enemy is tantamount to murder.


I still think the 3,000 innocent people dead by the Islamicists deserve more respect. We argued about going. We went. The USA must stand with resolve in this fight to save civilization.
Does America have the Will?

Wretchard quotes Colin Powell from 1984 in this post concluding:

Without the political will to defeat the enemies of civilization, the naval marvels of the 21st century will be as impotent as the guns of the USS New Jersey at Beirut airport.


Sunday, July 04, 2004

Independence Day

I'd like to take the opportunity of this 228th year of American independence to wish all Americans, and our many friends overseas who wish us well, a glorious 4th of July holiday.

America is once again at war, this time against a new enemy who is willing to murder anyone in the name of God, an enemy who is bent on achieving only one aim: the imposition of a theocratic regime on an unwilling peoples. Unlike the past, our new enemies come with new weapons in their arsenal…they attempt (and often succeed) in using the power of our own press to convince us that we are “evil” and deserving of the war imposed on us; they try to silence those who oppose them by the use of our own judiciary system against us; they demand special “rights” for themselves that they would deny others…and they march on our streets, insulting our great country…and what has our society done for them? We provide them with a willing phalanx of attorney’s, ever ready to defend them and their followers from any charges. Our largely sycophantic press is ever-ready to give them the press they don’t deserve, to elevate them, to show the world how “tolerant” and “understanding” they are…while suggesting that if only the peoples of the United States “understood” them more…why, we’d all get along just fine.

I have news for them: I don’t want to get along with them. I believe the majority of my fellow Americans aren’t interested in getting along either. The time for negotiation ended on September 11th, 2001…when we Americans saw the true face of militant Islam, up close and very personal. The tortured souls forced to choose between jumping to their certain deaths or being burned alive. In my worse nightmare, I cannot imagine ever being faced with such a choice and if I have my way, no other American will ever have to make that choice again. We Americans owe it to those who died to make it so. Let us never forget the awful vision of human beings jumping to their deaths…the planeload of hero’s who said “Let’s roll” and sacrificed themselves for what they must have known was a doomed effort: to stop their aircraft from becoming yet another missile used against their fellow citizens.

We have to face facts, we have been largely abandoned by our past friends and Europe is largely united in opposition to America. For daring to stand up and defend ourselves, we are vilified by those whom we thought of as allies. Can anyone doubt that if France or Germany had been attacked, that our country would have hesitated to send immediate support? No, if this had occurred, our people would have never asked, “What did you do to deserve the attack?”…our people would have asked, “What can we do to help?”…and the help would have been immediate and unconditional.

Many people who have written to ACAIR have asked why I fight this battle. I am only speaking for myself, not the other members of ACAIR. But one thing I do know for a fact: all of us love our country and have no desire to take the appeasement route in this war. As for me, I also lost a friend at the Pentagon. No, he wasn’t a close and personal friend, just one of the many people I knew from my Navy career. But I remember him because he was a good person terror-murdered simply for being…an American.

Some who have written ACAIR ask “can we win this war?” My answer now, as before, is “yes”. We will win. Why am I filled with confidence?

- When General Washington was camped at Valley Forge, he lost many troops who became disillusioned and went home. Yet, those brave soldiers who stayed went on to defeat a superior enemy in the dead of winter in the worse possible war fighting conditions. When I see the faces of our young troops (and they are young: average age is 19) in Iraq and Afghanistan, I see the same grim determination to tough it out…to get the job done. And who were, and are, these people? …Americans.

- In the immediate aftermath of the attacks on 9-11, I went to donate blood at the local mall. The line was literally out of the building, snaking into the parking lots. It was a very hot day, but nobody complained. No, there wasn’t much smiling going on, just a grim determination to give something to the victims. When later it was sadly announced that there wouldn’t be any need for the blood due to the lack of survivors, the line stayed. These folks could have said “we tried” and gone home. They didn’t. Ordinary folks, your neighbors and mine…stayed to fulfill their commitment to donate. What kind of people are these? Americans.

- When Europe largely abandoned us, our president carried out his plans to strike the enemy in his lair. He could have said to us that we didn’t have the support of the United Nations…that our “allies” in France and Germany had turned their backs on us…that maybe we should ask ourselves what we did to bring this upon America. He didn’t. He could have taken the easy way out, lobbed a few bombs, sent a few cruise missiles into enemy camps and given speeches about how angry he was. No, our president was faced with a new threat, a new terror confronting us and he knew that if an immediate, overwhelming response wasn’t carried out that our enemies would see this as weakness. With quiet determination, he spoke for the vast majority of Americans and sent off our troops to stop a fanatical enemy who doesn’t understand that we will not be subjugated, that we have no desire to live in a world where we are afraid of shadows.

From Europe, I ask: “What is your answer to terror?” From France, I ask, “Where is the spirit of Lafayette? Where is the great French fleet, carrying brave French soldiers coming to aid us in our time of need?” I pray that neither France nor Germany is ever attacked the way we were on 9-11, but if they are…I know we will be on the phone immediately, asking “what can we do to help?” How do I know? Because we are…Americans and it’s our way.

In closing, I’d like to thank those friends of mine who make up “team ACAIR”. Many of you don’t know that I have four friends who help in keeping the site up, and in putting out the “News & Analysis.” They prefer to stay out of the limelight (they could be your next-door neighbor) and to them I owe a lot…they kept me going through the early stages when I didn’t know if we were making an impact or not; they persuaded me to continue when CAIR first threatened their lawsuit against me…they could have folded their tents and turned their backs on me and they didn’t. I will always remember that and be grateful. To those who have taken the time to write and share your thoughts, I want to say “thank you”, you’ve made it all worthwhile. In your celebrations of this 228th Fourth of July, will you take a minute to remember all Americans, past and present, who have fought, and are fighting, for our freedoms?


God bless America,


Andrew Whitehead


Mother Liberty


Fred Friendly wrote this letter in 1945 when he was a master sergeant with the American Army unit that liberated the Mauthausen concentration camp. He later became the executive producer of CBS Reports and served as president of CBS News for almost two years. After leaving CBS, he became a professor at Columbia University's School of Journalism.

May 19, 1945

Dear Mother,

In just a few days I will be in an airplane on my way back to the APO to which you write me. Before I leave Europe, I must write this letter and attempt to convey to you that which I saw, felt and gasped at as I saw a war and a frightened peace stagger into a perilous existence. I have seen a dead Germany. If it is not dead it is certainly ruptured beyond repair. I have seen the beer hall where the era of the inferno and hate began and as I stood there in the damp moist hall where Nazidom was spawned, I heard only the dripping of a bullet-pierced beer barrel and the ticking of a clock which had already run out the time of the bastard who made the Munich beer hall a landmark. I saw the retching vomiting of the stone and mortar which had once been listed on maps as Nurnheim, Regensberg, Munich, Frankfurt, Augusburg, Lintz, and wondered how a civilization could ever again spring from cities so utterly removed from the face of the earth by weapons the enemy taught us to use at Coventry and Canterbury. I have met the German, have examined the storm trooper, his wife and his heritage of hate, and I have learned to hate - almost with as much fury as the G.I. who saw his buddy killed at the Bulge, almost as much as the Pole from Bridgeport who lost 100 pounds at Mauthausen, Austria. I have learned now and only now that this war had to be fought. I wish I might have done more. I envy with a bottomless spirit the American soldier who may tell his grandchildren that with his hands he killed Germans.

That which is in my heart now I want you and those dear to us know and yet I find myself completely incapable of putting it into letter form. I think if I could sit down in our living room or the den at 11 President, I might be able to convey a poertion of the dismal, horrible and yet titanic mural which is Europe today. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to do that for months or maybe a year, and by then the passing of time may dim the memory. Some of the senses will live just so long as I do - some of the sounds, like the dripping beer, like the firing of a Russian tommy gun, will always bring back the thought of something I may try to forget, but never will be able to do.

For example, when I go to the Boston Symphony, when I hear waves of applause, no matter what the music is, I shall be traveling back to a town near Lintz where I heard applause unequalled in history, and where I was allowed to see the ordeal which our fellow brothers and sisters of the human race have endured. To me Poland is no longer the place where Chopin composed, or where a radio station held out for three weeks - to me Poland is a place from which the prisoners of Mauthausen came. When I think of the Czechs, I will think of those who were butchered here, and that goes for the Jews, the Russians, Austrians, the people of 15 different lands, - yes, even the Germans who passsed through this Willow Run of death. This was Mauthausen. I want you to remember the word... I want you to know, I want you to never forget or let our disbelieving friends forget, that your flesh and blood saw this. This was no movie. No printed page. Your son saw this with his own eyes and in doing this aged 10 years.

Mauthausen was built with a half-million rocks which 150,000 prisoners - 18,000 was the capacity - carried up on their backs from a quarry 800 feet below. They carried it up steps so steep that a Captain and I walked it once and were winded, without a load. They carried granite and made 8 trips a day... and if they stumbled, the S.S. men pushed them into the quarry. There are 285 steps, covered with blood. They called it the steps of death. I saw the shower room (twice or three times the size of our bathroom), a chamber lined with tile and topped with sprinklers where 150 prisoners at a time were disrobed and ordered in for a shower which never gushed forth from the sprinklers because the chemical was gas. When they ran out of gas, they merely sucked all of the air out of the room. I talked to the Jews who worked in the crematory, one room adjacent, where six and seven bodies at a time were burned. They gave these jobs to the Jews because they all died anyhow, and they didn’t want the rest of the prisoners to know their own fate. The Jews knew theirs, you see.

I saw the living skeletons, some of whom regardless of our medical corps work, will die and be in piles like that in the next few days. Malnutrition doesn’t stop the day that food is administered. Don’t get the idea that these people here were all derelicts, all just masses of people... some of them were doctors, authors, some of them American citizens. A scattered few were G.I.s. A Navy lieutenant still lives to tell the story. I saw where they lived; I saw where the sick died, three and four in a bed, no toilets, no nothing. I saw the look in their eyes. I shall never stop seeing the expression in the eyes of the anti-Franco former prisoners who have been given the job of guarding the S.S. men who were captured.

And how does the applause fit in? Mother, I walked through countless cell blocks filled with sick, dying people - 300 in a room twice the size of our living room as as we walked in - there was a ripple of applause and then an inspiring burst of applause and cheers, and men who could not stand up sat and whispered - though they tried to shout it - Vive L’Americansky... Vive L’Americansky... the applause, the cheers, those faces of men with legs the size and shape of rope, with ulcerated bodies, weeping with a kind of joy you and I will never, I hope, know. Vive L’Americansky... I got a cousin in Milwaukee... We thought you guys would come... Vive L’Americansky... Applause... gaunt, hopeless faces at last filled with hope. One younger man asked something in Polish which I could not understand but I did detect the word “Yit”... I asked an interpreter what he said - The interpreter blushed and finally said, “He wants to know if you are a Jew.” When I smiled and stuck out my mitt and said “yes”... he was unable to speak or show the feeling that was in his heart. As I walked away, I suddenly realized that this had been the first time I had shaken hands with my right hand. That, my dear, was Mauthausen.

I will write more letter in days to come. I want to write one on the Russians. I want to write and tell you how I sat next to Patton and Tolbukhin at a banquet at the Castle of Franz Josef. I want to write and tell you how the Germans look in defeat, how Munich looked in death, but those things sparkle with excitement and make good reading. This is my Mauthausen letter. I hope you will see fit to let Bill Braude and the folks read it. I would like to think that all the Wachenheimers and all the Friendlys and all our good Providence friends would read it. Then I want you to put it away and every Yom Kippur I want you to take it out and make your grandchildren read it.

For, if there had been no America, we, all of us, might well have carried granite at Mauthausen.

All my love,
F.F.