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It
didn't take long into February for the latest outrages to spew
from the totalitarian moron's mouth; and the
mouth didn't stop as the month progressed. In
the first full week of February he called the
Democratic members of Congress who didn't
applaud his State of the Union speech
'treasonous traitors!' Even Joseph Stalin
in his most paranoid moments would have blushed
at the idea. I'm reminded of scenes of
high ranking uniformed North Koreans sweating as
they profusely cheer and clap their Dear Leader,
praying to holy Lenin that they appear intense
enough to avoid being shot for treason.
And then the-man-who-never-served has demanded an
American military parade to outdo Hitler's
Reichstag extravaganzas, North Korea's
fixed-bayonet goose-stepping hordes of starving
soldiers, and Bastille Day in Paris. What
the hell, it would only cost a couple of million
dollars to glorify his incompetence.
I
mean, to hell with Readiness Training, and
deploying troops around the world to kill
terrorists, and all that serious stuff.
Lets just make highly trained troops practice
marching back and forth for months in dress
uniforms in order to gloriously pass in review,
chins up, eyes right Russian style, for the
President's pleasure. Ya-Hoo!
Perhaps he could even persuade the Republican
Congress to pass a law requiring elected
Democrats to lead the parade wearing North
Korean uniforms, clapping furiously! An
active duty service member wrote into a major
mainstream newspaper saying, "If you want to
honor us, give us the f....n day off!"
Essentially, if you look at history, only
dictators hold huge military parades.
If
you've ever served, you know what 'putting on a
show' for the brass means. It means
getting up a 4 AM, being lined up in crackerjack
uniform perfection by 7 AM, standing around for
hours, until finally the scrambled eggs and gold
braid walk past without really looking, and then
you march away and go back to work having lost
two hours sleep.
When I was in the Navy, around 1970, there was
to be a major 'inspection' by an admiral,
perhaps the CNO himself. Five thousand
sailors were lined up in crackerjack crisp snow
white uniforms on a huge freshly cut great lawn,
standing in the hot summer sun on a squishy damp
layer of cut grass. At long last the
admiral's big bulky Vietnam Era SR 70 helicopter could be heard in the
distance, growing louder and louder until it
arched overhead and landed on the great lawn
within yards of the front row of ranks and ranks
of sailors standing at attention. Suddenly
everyone knew what was going to happen, but no
one moved a micron; we were 'at attention' and
at attention you don't move, period. Every
single damp cut blade of billions of blades of
grass went airborne flying like a swarm all over
every single crisp white uniform on five
thousand men, turning them and their white dixie
cup hats dirty green. No one moved.
A band, also smeared green, struck up a jaunty
patriotic military tune. It wasn't clear,
from where we were standing at attention, at
what point the Admiral realized what a huge
fuck-up his arrival had caused. Maybe
someone in his entourage, desperately chocking
back laughter, had to quietly explain to him
what had inadvertently happened when his
helicopter landed. The band continued to
play, green mulch flying out of the tubas, and the inspection proceeded as if nothing
had happened; they just pretended that five
thousand uniforms had not been ruined. My
bell bottomed trousers had been tailored tight
enough so that you could tell my religion; yet
were still regulation. The entourage quick
step marched past the rows and rows of sailors.
But a Lieutenant Commander towards the rear of
the entourage was actually looking at people, he
stopped in front of me. I held my breath
in order to remain rock steady and not flinch,
hands at my sides, totally symmetrical. He
looked me up and down and said, "You're left
handed." It wasn't a question, so I kept
my mouth shut, eyes straight forward. I
knew how he knew. I wanted to shout, "How
Fucking RUDE!" He knew because he could
see which side my pecker was hanging in my tight
tailored pants! Bloody Hell! As they
moved onward, I wanted to shout after him, "You
just dropped your beads Mary!" But, of
course, I just let out my breath silently and
didn't move a micron. I have no idea who
the hell that asshole was. But, nearly 50
years later, I still feel like I was violated by
his having ogled my seaman's privates.
From the inside, that's what military parades
and inspections are all about; just forced
misery for those on display.
In
the same week of this past February, there was the indictment of 13
Russians for interfering with the 2016 election.
The president's reaction? "There See!! NO
collusion!" Not a word about outrage over
foreign interference nor disenchantment with his bromance with the Tsar. WTF? Stone
Deaf!
Guns: Finally, we come to the imbecile madman's
presidential reaction to the slaughter of
schoolchildren. His answer- more guns, arm
teachers across the nation. Sure,
brilliant, exactly what we need: more 'make my
day' folks strutting around with their hard
metal guns in their pockets waiting for their moment of glory.
Responding to this brilliant idiotic idea,
someone blogged: "Imagine being a Black teacher
holding a gun when the police arrive." It makes me sick to
imagine little schoolchildren getting their
brains blown out while caught in the crossfire
during classroom shootouts inspired by a
president who never served.
Its a moment waiting to happen. Already
we've read real news stories about a startled father who
shot dead his daughter as she innocently poped
out of an armoire while playing peek-a-boo;
and about a police officer searching
a darkened home with his flashlight, gun drawn,
who shot dead a seven year old peeking out from
behind his bed holding a plastic water pistol.
In
mid February, 17 people were shot dead in a
Florida high school by a deranged former
student. The president's and his party's
reaction? "Thoughts and Prayers," but not
a single word about banning guns. No, No; we must
continue to sacrifice lives for the liberty
lunatics' right to own military combat assault
weapons. Our leader and his party even used the massacre of innocent children to claim
that calls for gun control were "politicizing a
tragedy," as if they weren't the ones doing
that. Then he had the nerve to show up at
the scene of the martyrdom to grandstand for
photo ops of himself grinning from ear to ear
standing with the local constabulary.
After that, a leisurely half hour drive to his
golf resort to party. This is what you
call 'Stone Deaf!'
I learned more about leadership while mopping
the floor of a drill hall in boot camp.
-Denny Meyer
fmr USN, Sgt First Class, USAR