Thursday, November 02, 2006

Kerry sells out his brothers and sisters yet again.

The Ranter
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Wild Bill thought it would be a perfect time to bring out an article from the past on Kerry and I agree with him 100%. What Kerry has done to vets and active duty military is beyond the comprehension of all of us who served and are serving.

I am so tired of his military record being brought out as a crutch for his political career when he had joined Jane Fonda, (another we have never forgiven) and wearing his fatigues and medals sat before Congress and sold out every man and women in the military. Hanoi Jane had sold out her country while seated on an NVA gun wearing their headgear. Kerry sold out more than that, he sold out his brothers and we will never forgive him for that.

This photo from our brothers and sisters in Iraq puts it all into a nice perspective. George W. may be a lot of things to people in this country who do not like him, but he is loved by his troops and that is where the true heart is at.

Ranter



Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
by Barbara Stock
2 September 2004


The unprecedented injustice inflicted on the Vietnam vets has always lain just under the surface, waiting for a chance to be uncovered. The feelings of betrayal had faded, but they were never resolved.

Over thirty years ago they put away their medals and their uniforms. They buried their anger and bitterness and moved on with their lives -- and they waited.

Revisionists are trying to change history, claiming the returning Vietnam veterans didn't suffer all that much when they returned home. All that talk of being labeled animals has been exaggerated over the years. But the veterans know better. They were there.

On the radio last week, one man related that he had unpacked the uniform that he wore home from Vietnam all those years ago. It had not seen the light of day for over thirty years. He showed it to his children and grandchildren and, for the first time, spoke of the day that he returned home from war and was spat on, cursed at, and literally had to run a gauntlet of protesters who threw human waste and rotten fruit on him and his fellow vets. With the words "baby killers" ringing in his ears he was warned by laughing policemen not to retaliate or he would be arrested. So he ran. The able-bodied helped the wounded as they do on any battlefield because those on crutches or in wheelchairs were not spared the profanity and bags full of feces that were thrown at them by the raging anti-war protesters.

This now middle-aged vet went on to tell his family that he had hid in the bathroom at the airport for over two hours, bewildered and afraid. He wondered if he had landed in some foreign land where Americans were hated. Finally, he cleaned up the uniform he was still proud to wear as best he could and made his way to his plane, where he suffered more insults from the passengers. When he got home, he packed up his medals and his dirty uniform, just as it was, and he knew that one day, he would take it out again and he would have his say. That day has come.

One POW stated that he had never put a face to the name until he heard the words "Genghis Khan" pronounced only as John Kerry does and suffered his first flashback to the time he was being tormented by Kerry's words in a North Vietnamese prison camp.

They buried their anger and the bitterness -- and they waited. Most of them didn't know who or what would be the signal to make their move, but they knew they would recognize it when it happened.

On July 29, 2004, it happened. John Forbes Kerry came to the podium at the Democratic Convention and uttered three words that made many Vietnam vets skin crawl: "Reporting for Duty!" At last the time had come for these long-suffering veterans.

The past was staring back at these wrongly disgraced vets from their television sets. The face it bore was that of John Kerry, the man who had shredded their honor without a thought and climbed over the bodies of their fallen friends to launch a political career. Kerry had stripped them of their dignity the day he sat before Congress in his fatigues and portrayed them as "baby killers" and "murderers." Kerry did the unspeakable. He had publicly turned on his fellow vets while they were still in harm's way and American prisoners were still in the hands of the enemy. Kerry accused them of being out-of-control animals, killing, raping, and pillaging Vietnam at
will. The anti-war movement -- the protesters -- had their hero and he was a Vietnam War veteran, an officer, a medal winner, a wounded warrior: John Forbes Kerry.

Many Vietnam vets buried the memories of their less-than-welcome homecoming, and John Kerry moved off the national scene. The feelings of betrayal had faded, but they were never resolved. The unprecedented injustice inflicted on the Vietnam vets has always lain just under the surface, waiting for a chance to be uncovered. The war had stolen their youth and innocence and John Kerry stole their dignity and rightful place of honor in history.

Like an unlanced boil, the anger festered but there was nothing that could ease the pain. These vets didn't ask for "forgiveness" because they had done nothing wrong in serving their country. They never asked to be treated as heroes, just good soldiers. All they have ever wanted was the respect due all the men and women who have worn the uniform of this country. Being allowed to march in a few parades wasn't enough. A long over-due memorial was not enough. The Vietnam Veterans moveable wall only brought back the suffering as they searched for the names of their fallen friends whose memory had been defiled and disgraced by people who considered them rampaging killers instead of men who died with honor for their country.

Now before them stands this man who would be president -- this man who holds his service in Vietnam up as a badge of honor now that it suits his purposes. This man Kerry brags about his medals and his tiny wounds and demands the respect they were denied, yet he offers no apologies for what he did to them. "I will be a great leader!" Kerry proclaims, because of his brief and self-proclaimed valiant service while wearing a uniform – the very same uniform that they wore and were spat upon because of it.

All across America, soiled uniforms and memories of being shamed and humiliated have surfaced and Vietnam vets demand their rightful place in history. John Kerry seems bewildered by the reaction of his "fellow vets." He has become defensive and angry because now his service and honor are being questioned. Kerry seems oblivious to the pain he caused three decades ago then he stole all honor and dignity from those same "fellow vets" for personal gain. Now he wants to use them again, for the same reason.

All across America, Vietnam vets are smiling. At last, perhaps they can bury their demons. These angry vets are demanding that this man who sentenced them to being shunned as criminals, tell the world that he was wrong and that he is sorry for what he did to them. Kerry must admit that he lied about them.

For many, it would still not be enough. Satisfaction and hopefully peace will come when Vietnam vets see and hear John F. Kerry give his concession speech the night of November 2, 2004 with the knowledge that it was their votes that helped defeat him. There are approximately 2.5 million Vietnam veterans in America and they have not forgotten.

Kerry denied them their rightful place as heroes and they will deny him his dream of the presidency. Angry Vietnam veterans, silent for so long, will finally have their say. Payment in full will be delivered to John Kerry on November 2, 2004.

Revenge is indeed a dish best served cold.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Don't think I've ever read an article that caused so many different emotions to surface, it was like a roller-coaster. whew. Exhausted.

I was young way back then. Many memories of riding home from work at 0200 with tears running down my face. Thinking and praying for my fellow Americans in such a brutal war.

The timing for this Kerry fiasco is excellent. Bout time for the whole country to WAKE UP.

In the past we have voted libertarian here at the Bear household. This year it will be a straight Republican ticket.

Proud to say tht those who are holding the sign about Kerry are the Red Bulls from Minnesota.

Such arrogance embodied in one man, how is it even possible. He is disgusting. And Jane, oh, don't even get me started.

Wild Bill said...

Here is somethin else I hope John Kerry chokes on !!



> I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual
> steak houses that you find all over the country.
> You know the type--a bucket of peanuts on every
> table, shells littering the floor, and a bunch of
> perky college kids racing around with long neck
> beers and sizzling platters.
>
> Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd
> over the rim of my glass. My gaze lingered on a
> group enjoying their meal. They wore no uniform
> to identify their branch of service, but they were
> definitely "military:" clean shaven, cropped haircut,
> and that "squared away" look that comes with pride.
>
> Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the
> empty seat where my husband usually sat.
> It had only been a few months since we sat in this
> very booth, talking about his upcoming deployment
> to the Middle East. That was when he made me promise
> to get a sitter for the kids, come back to this restaurant
> once a month and treat myself to a nice steak.
> In turn he would treasure the thought of me being here,
> thinking about him until he returned home to me.
>
> I fingered the little flag pin I constantly wear
> and wondered where he was at this very moment.
> Was he safe and warm? Was his cold any better?
> Were my letters getting through to him?
> As I pondered these thoughts, high pitched female voices
> from the next booth broke into my thoughts.
>
> "I don't know what Bush is thinking about. Invading
> Iraq. You'd think that man would learn from his old man's mistakes.
> Good lord. What an idiot!
> I can't believe he is even in office.
> You do know, he stole the election."
>
> I cut into my steak and tried to ignore them, as
> they began an endless tirade running down our president.
> I thought about the last night I spent with my husband,
> as he prepared to deploy. He had just returned from getting
> his smallpox and anthrax shots.
> The image of him standing in our kitchen packing his gas mask still
> gives me chills.
>
> Once again the women's voices invaded my thoughts.
> "It is all about oil, you know.
> Our soldiers will go in and rape and steal all the oil they can in
> the name of 'freedom'. Hmph!
> I wonder how many innocent people they'll kill without giving it a
> thought.
> It's pure greed, you know."
>
> My chest tightened as I stared at my wedding ring.
> I could still see how handsome my husband looked
> in his "mess dress" the day he slipped it on my finger.
> I wondered what he was wearing now. Probably his desert uniform,
> affectionately dubbed "coffee stains" with a heavy bulletproof
vest over
> it.
>
> "You know, we should just leave Iraq alone. I don't
> think they are hiding any weapons. In fact, I bet it's all a big act just
> to! Increase the president's popularity. That's all it is,
> padding the military budget at the expense of our social security and
> education.
> And, you know what else?
> We're just asking for another 9-ll.
> I can't say when it happens again that we didn't deserve it."
>
> Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched
> gathering outside our base. Did no one appreciate the sacrifice
> of brave men and women, who leave their homes and family to
> ensure our freedom? Do they even know what "freedom" is?
>
> I glanced at the table where the young men were sitting, and saw
> their courageous faces change.
> They had stopped eating and looked at each other dejectedly,
> listening to the women talking.
>
> "Well, I, for one, think it's just deplorable to invade Iraq,
> and I am certainly sick of our tax dollars going to
> train professional baby killers we call a military."
>
> Professional baby killers? I thought about what a wonderful father my
> husband is, and of how long it would be before he would see our children
> again.
>
> That's it! Indignation rose up inside me.
> Normally reserved,
> pride in my husband gave me a brassy boldness I never realized I had.
> Tonight one voice will answer on behalf of our military,
> and let her pride in our troops be known.
>
> Sliding out of my booth, I walked around to the adjoining booth and
> placed my hands flat on their table.
> Lowering myself to eye level with them,
> I smilingly said, "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation.
> You see, I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my dinner alone.
> And, do you know why? Because my husband,
> whom I love with all my heart, is halfway around the world
> defending your right to say rotten things about him."
> "Yes, you have the right to your opinion, and what you think is none
of
> my business. However, what you say in public is something else,
> and I will not sit by and listen to you ridicule MY country,
> MY president, MY husband, and all the other fine American men and women
> who put their lives on the line, just so you can have the
"freedom" to
> complain.
> Freedom is an expensive commodity, ladies. Don't let your actions
> cheapen it."
>
> I must have been louder that I meant to be, because
> the manager came over to inquire if everything was all right.
> "Yes, thank you," I replied.
> Then turning back to the women, I said, "Enjoy the rest of your
meal."
>
> As I returned to my booth applause broke out.
> I was embarrassed for making a scene, and went back to my half eaten
> steak.
> The women picked up their check and scurried away.
>
> After finishing my meal, and while waiting for my check,
> the manager returned with a huge apple cobbler ala mode.
> "Compliments of those soldiers," he said.
> He also smiled and said the ladies tried to pay for my dinner,
> but that another couple had beaten them to it.
> When I asked who, the manager said they had already left,
> but that the gentleman was a veteran,
> and wanted to take care of the wife of "one of our boys."
>
> With a lump in my throat, I gratefully turned to
> the soldiers and thanked them for the cobbler.
> Grinning from ear to ear, they came over and surrounded the booth.
> "We just wanted to thank you, ma'am. You know we can't get into
> confrontations
> with civilians, so we appreciate what you did."
>
> As I drove home, for the first time since my husband's deployment,
> I didn't feel quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of the
> other
> diners who stopped by my table, to relate how they, too, were proud of
> my husband, and would keep him in their prayers.
> I knew their flags would fly a little higher the next day.
>
> Perhaps they would look for more tangible ways to
> show their pride in our country,
> and the military who protect her. And maybe, just maybe,
> the two women who were railing against our country,
> would pause for a minute to appreciate all the freedom America offers,
> and the price it pays to maintain it's freedom.
>
> As for me, I have learned that one voice CAN make a
> difference. Maybe the next time protesters gather outside the gates of
> the
> base where I live, I will proudly stand on the opposite side with a sign
> of
> my own. It will simply say, "Thank You!"
>
> *Lori Kimble is a 31 year old teacher and proud
> military wife. A California native, Mrs. Kimble currently lives in
> Alabama)
>
> To those who fought for our Nation: Freedom has a flavor the protected
> will never know. GOD BLESS AMERICA!

Anonymous said...

Thanx WB. blink...blink...blink.

And if ya really want to get mad go to Lone Star Pundit and read "defiling the flag of our fathers" Oct. 27th.