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My official retirement from the U.S. Navy

I received my official retirement certificate from the U.S. Navy the other day. I “retired” 10 years ago, but you don’t really retire after 20 years of service. Technically you “transfer to the Inactive Ready Reserve, or what we squids call the “Fleet Reserve”. You draw a “retainer” for the remaining 10 years and at the 30 year mark you’re officially retired.  My official retirement date was 1 January 2008 (the wheels of the Navy turn slowly). Receiving my certificate caused me to do some reflection, as those milestones are apt to cause. 

I joined the Navy a scant 10 days after my 17th birthday back in November 1977. It was the first real job I ever had and I’ve often said the Navy saved my life. I served 20 years of Active duty and other than a brief period of a little over 6 months where I worked as a bodyguard, I’ve been a DOD contractor ever since. What they call “retired but still serving”.

During my 30 years of service to the Department of Defense, I’ve done a myriad of jobs. I’ve never fired a weapon at the enemy, except for the 13 Tomahawks we launched at Bosnia back in 95 off the mighty USS Normandy (CG-60). 

I’ve been active in many historical military operations (in the Indian Ocean during the Iranian Hostage crisis for 119 days, was the Watch Supervisor at the Communications Master Station Fleet Operations Center in Naples Italy during the bombing of Lybia, crossed Qhadafi’s “line of death” on the USS Tattnall in 1988, and those aforementioned 13 Tomahawks from the Adriatic). 

I was a Communicator (Radioman) by trade, but the way the Navy assigns “collateral” duties I’ve done many many other things. I’ve been a parking lot attendant, a food server, a security guard, a bodyguard, a janitor, a grease monkey, a mast monkey, an honor guard at funerals, a tour guide, a police officer, a judge, a jurist, a firefighter, a paramedic, an instructor, an interpreter, a career, marriage, eo, financial and spiritual counselor, the list goes on and on. 

I don’t trivialize nor minimize my contributions to the defense and security of our great nation these past 30 years. I like to say my small part played a vital role in the destruction of the evil Soviet Empire. I say that “tongue in cheek”, but I realize the cold truth to that statement. From the cooks, to the ships barbers to the SEAL’s, we’re all invaluable cogs in the wheel. 

I also do not consider my contributions completely altruistic or even selflessly noble. The Navy enabled me to live life the way I like to live it. The old recruiting slogan “The Navy, it’s not just a job, it’s an adventure” most certainly applied to my career. It has clearly been an adventure. Even as a DOD contractor the adventure has continued. It has also served my own personal motto, “Eat life! Ask for seconds.”

I can’t think of another job that would have provided me the satisfaction this one has all these years. I opened my martial arts school six months ago. My 19 month tour in the Middle East for the DOD has enabled even that. I still have my day job while the school grows.  Eventually the school will grow to the point where it will support my family and me in the manner to which we’ve become accustomed.  At that point I will probably say goodbye to the DOD and teach martial arts full time (my lifelong dream). I already know that day will be almost as bittersweet as the day I took off my Chief’s uniform. 

At my retirement ceremony in 1997 I said, 

“Considering my educational background and upbringing I can’t think of another job that would have afforded me the opportunities and adventures the Navy has offered me. Well, maybe if I were a jet setting millionaire or an international rock star. Not that I turned down offers to be either of those. I do however honestly believe that nothing else I could ever have done would have been as worthwhile.”

Those words are true to this day.  Booyah!

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The Combat Manifesto, by Damian Ross

  The subject of the martial arts and self defense is my lifelong passion and one I can discuss to the point of boring my audience to tears. All my years in the martial arts qualifies me simply as being what I consider a serious student. I am continually learning, and I follow Musashi’s tenet of training diligently. 
 I receive constant information and promotional emails from Damian Ross, founder of the Self Defense Company (www.theselfdefenseco.com). I’ve posted one before and this one is most certainly worthy of posting as well. It’s rather long. I thought about dissecting it and simply posting some key points, but I wouldn’t do it justice so I’m posting it in its entirety. Some of you hardcore trainers will have no difficulty reading the whole thing. Those of you who do not train may be hesitant, but I encourage you to read it as well. I have no problem endorsing Sensei Ross and his system enthusiastically.
 
 

“The Combatives Manifesto”

Close Combat, Hand To Hand,
World War II, Self Defense
Mixed Martial Arts and Beyond

By Damian Ross
The Self Defense Company

Close combat or “Combatives” comes from the root word COMBAT – “to fight in direct contact”, “active fighting between enemies”, “any fight or struggle”.

What is the singular glaring absence in the above definition? Notice it? There is absolutely no mention of Fairbairn, Applegate, Biddle, World War II, Sykes, O’Neill or anyone else for that matter. Furthermore, there is no mention of any particular style, Jiu-Jitsu, Boxing, Savate or any member of the Gracie family. No mention of the Punic Wars or the Spartans. No mention of any techniques, Juji-Gatame, a smashing overhand right, an edge of hand blow, or even a good old kick in the a$$!

What’s the point?!?

There are no specifics that define what is or isn’t so-called “Combatives”, Close Combat, Self Defense, Martial Arts, Hand to Hand or Whatever else people are calling it these days! So why do so many people feel such an overriding need to “define” combatives into a narrow scope of limited methodology?

Now anyone how thinks of world war II era hand to hand puts it into that “Fairbairn stuff”. A few months ago this same guy (or girl) thought Fairbairn was what you got when you had too much sun and Applegate was the entrance to an orchard!

Now everybody who is an “expert” in self defense is also and authority on combatives.

Well what exactly are you an expert at? I’m not sure even “they” really don’t even know.

This document won’t presume to speak for anyone else that uses this term “combatives”. Actually I wouldn’t want to! All it can do is offer a CORRECT semantic observation based on HISTORICAL FACT on what encompasses my study, training and understanding of so-called “combatives”.

The Roots of Close Combat, Self Defense and Mixed Martial Arts

If you really do your research you will see that even in manuals describing man to man combat that are centuries old, there exists a very comprehensive survey and presentations of many forms of armed and unarmed combat. You will find a vast array of weapon skills and “unarmed” combat that is a diverse mix of “techniques”.

Before the use of London Prize Ring rules and the Marquis of Queensbury, “pugilists” used and relied on a great number of different grappling, striking, kicking and gouging methods.

Ancient Greek Pankration was a combined system of “all powers” combat.

The original Koryu Bujutsu fighting systems of the Samurai included a comprehensive catalog of both armed and unarmed skills. The unarmed combatives of the Japanese Bushi also DIDN’T limit scope or method. Grappling was stressed when that was the best method of gaining tactical superiority. Striking, kicking and even biting was resorted to when that was deemed the most appropriate method.

The Chinese have always maintained fully robust systems of combat that included all manner of striking, punching, kicking, throwing, strangling and joint-locking.

Original Okinawan Te (Ti) included percussion methods as well as “tegumi” and “tuite”. Punch his lungs out if that did the job best. Kick his gonads out the top of his head if THAT worked best or grapple him into submission and control or grapple him into a spine lock and neck break.

No matter what culture or style, when it came to real fighting it was whatever was called for and whatever GOT THE JOB AT HAND DONE, PERIOD!

The 19th century saw many methods of “combined” self-defense systems develop in the West (READ: Mixed Martial Arts.)

The French combined elements of Chausson/Savate (Basque Zipota as well) with Boxe Anglaise, Parisian Lutte, and even the “new” Japanese Jiu-Jitsu.

The British did the same. The “BARTITSU” of Barton-Wright is a classic example. In the United States a number of self defense methods became available to the public that combined methods from Boxing and Wrestling. EVEN before any organized mixed martial arts systems were presented, men who fought even for sport used virtually ANY device to insure victory. Just read Elliot J. Gorn.

The Twentieth century saw even more “mixed” martial art combat systems. (It didn’t take a Sherlock Holmes to figure out that in a real fight ANYTHING goes.) Any and ALL manner of grappling, throttling, kicking, kneeing, butting, biting, punching, gouging, stomping and whatever other methods of mayhem could be employed were all “FAIR” when “fair” meant the difference between life or death and it certainly didn’t just end at “unarmed” fighting!

A gentleman of the day who beset upon by a rough and tumble “footpad” on a lonely and desolate backstreet would feel perfectly justified in running said “footpad” through and through again with his sword cane or bashing his brains in with a “lifesaver” even when the highwayman wasn’t even armed with a lowly brickbat. What’s that old saying? All’s fair in love and war. Often it’s not a matter of whose “right”, but simply whose LEFT!

This is the soul of combatives or self defense for self preservation is clear, pure and simple. Whatever WORKS BEST at the time! A mixture of varied fighting skills, a “mixed” fighting system, what a NOVEL IDEA!

Systematic Self Defense in the Industrial Age

The advent of World War I (the war to END all wars) brought warfare into a new and foreboding era of man to man killing and slaughter. Air power, mechanized warfare, chemical warfare and the general widespread use of machine guns changed the face of battle almost completely.

The static and stagnant lines created by entrenched warfare demanded new and innovative tactics and strategies. Among these was the advent of “raiding” parties.

Small groups of lightly armed men who ventured out into “no man’s land” behind enemy lines for the purpose of recon, probing, intelligence, prisoner grabs, and psychological demoralization missions. The nature of fighting under these conditions became popularized as trench warfare. This was close-in, knife to belly, hand to hand combat.

For this all manner of expedient, purpose designed and improvised close-combat weaponry was developed and deployed.

 

While technological advances were being made in all other forms of warfare, this particularly nasty and vicious man to man fighting reverted to the most barbaric, primitive and bloody “methods” imaginable. Despite these changes in technology, one solitary fact remained that in the end it was STILL man against man in a desperate, brutal and deadly struggle for survival. Just as it has been since Cain slew Abel and how it will be until the last two humans left on earth clench fists or seize stones in raging anger during the final melee of the Apocalypse. When it comes to hand to hand combat, NOTHING CHANGES!

Fostered by this fact, most military forces researched, developed and implemented fairly comprehensive and rigorous training methods specific to close-combat and trench fighting. The bayonet, the knife (especially the trench knife) and hand to hand combat became prime training doctrines along with advancements in general physical conditioning and battle preparation.

Unarmed hand to hand methods were drawn from any and ALL sources of man to man combat. Boxing, wrestling, savate, jiujitsu, and any number of rough and tumble, gouge and kick back alley tactics were employed. Those charged with the task of developing such training programs were well aware of the fact that no one single approach to combat was sufficient in real man to man kill or be killed battle!

Punching, kicking, striking, butting, stomping, biting, gouging, throwing, tripping, choking, strangling, bone breaking and the use of any and all weapons of close combat expediency were stressed!

The foregoing should satisfy and fulfill anyone’s definition of mixed martial arts tactics and techniques (even though Muay Thai or more accurately Siamese boxing and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu were not included).

But to be fair, there are English language books circa the late 1920’s and 30’s that detail Siamese boxing quite well. One manual details the favorite attacks of Siamese style boxers as being directed at the liver with brutal kicks and at the throat while grasping the hair with one hand and smashing the throat with the other fist (gloves were NOT worn at this time). One should note: the liver attack was lethal in many cases because of the widespread epidemic of malaria which left the liver swollen and distended. Deaths occurred frequently in these matches and were considered just a routine hazard of the “trade”.

Proven Self Defense to the People

The years after WWI saw an increase in self defense “systems” designed for and marketed to the average citizen. Law Enforcement organizations also began to pay more attention to this area of training. This was part of a movement to increase the professionalism of law enforcement personnel in general. Virtually all of these systems advocated an all-around well-balanced approach to personal combat.

Elements of boxing, wrestling, foot-fighting and jiu-jitsu were put together in a toolbox of personal self defense tactics. The mixing of different martial art styles became quite popular. Even methods that relied primarily on western boxing and wrestling maneuvers acknowledged that a well rounded combatant must be able to both strike effectively as well as grapple.

Other methods of self defense touted “jiu-jitsu” as the singular answer to personal attack and defense. The reason is because most Japanese methods for self defense already included a comprehensive system of blows, strikes, kicks and grappling methods.

You should also know that it’s difficult to pin down a style of jiu-jitsu because during this period any method of Japanese self defense was given this moniker. Combine this with an influx of Japanese immigrants and emissaries promoting judo, their culture and the individual’s personal training and experience, it is impossible to determine a specific style or “ryu”. Add to that the Japanese effort to promote Judo above all of these methods, most of the older systems became outdated and lost. From the early 1900’s forward most English manuals and books refer to these systems as jiu-jitsu, jujutsu or judo.

It would be VERY good to remember here, that for all the “talk” about W.E. Fairbairn, during this period the Shanghai Municipal Police academy trained their recruits in boxing, wrestling and jiu-jitsu! One veteran of the Shanghai Municipal Police put it, “Our training in this area was a MIXED BAG of physical skills.” 

There was virtually no “authority” or “expert” in this field who did not advocate a “MIX” of striking, kicking and grappling either as a combined “method” or as found singularly as in “real” Japanese jiu-jitsu.

When it was “for all the marbles” no one would be as short-sighted as to negate any and all possible methods of attack and defense. As far as reality training goes, jiu-jitsu (NOT Kodokan Judo) “free practice” or randori of this period allowed virtually anything. This included atemi (striking) to all kyusho (vital) points, including the testicles, base of skull etc. The only “advisement” was NOT to hit so HARD as to KILL your training partner, SAVE that for “matches” against OTHER jiu-jitsu schools!!!

Which Martial Art is the Best?

Only in the arena of sporting combat did this division of method, pitting one against another become a somewhat popular past time. Matching wrestlers against boxers, either of the two against jiu-jitsu men, or savate fighters against boxers (Biddle fought in such a match while in Paris). These matches were done under a constantly varying set of rules so that it became virtually impossible to ever really determine what “method” or martial art was superior. Even then, as some sportswriters of the time pointed out, what did ANY of this have to do with REAL fighting when NO rules applied?

Even the founder of Judo, Jigoro Kano’s nephew got involved in promoting these types of matches between western boxers and native Japanese Judoka. They were called “JU-KENTO”.“Ju” as in Judo and Jujutsu and “Kento”as in fist-fighting.

Even Choki Motobu when asked if his Kempo-Karate was “superior” to boxing (after his Knock Out of a western style pugilist) said that in order for his “method” to be used against a boxer specialized training specific for that type of match would have to be undertaken.

Judoka interested in these JU-KENTO bouts sought out specific instruction in just how to make Judo work against boxing. An entire book on this subject was published in Japan in the early 30’s. It is of the utmost importance to remember that all of these bouts had strict rules and regulations of engagement! Few if any of these mandates would have had much bearing on what one could do in a real pier-six back alley brawl. As an example: Judoka (Judo practitioners) were almost always forbidden to use any methods of atemi waza (striking, punching, kicking, butting and smashing). However, Judo experts of the time have advocated often and in their writings that atemi would be the MOST preferable method of attack and defense in a serious engagement.

The bottom line here is simply this: for use in a REAL violent assault NO ONE, but an utter FOOL, would suggest an attitude or method approaching anything LESS than that of an all-in, “anything goes” doctrine. In regards to deciding which martial art is best: NOTHING was ever, or could ever be, conclusively proven to be superior to anything else. At one time or another any of these various “methods” had both big and impressive WINS and equally impressive FAILURES.

The Question is: What makes effective Self Defense, Close Combat or Combatives? The point, I am sure, will be missed by some but it must be emphasized that these conclusions are based on historical fact and is accurate in substance and detail. This is an objective view of combatives and NOT a subjective opinion or personal “definition” designed to fill an agenda of one sort or another. The definition came first, the training came second!

Self Defense in the Modern Age

The Battle of Britain began in early July 1940. England was isolated, cut off and alone. The miracle retreat from Dunkirk and the German “Blitzkrieg” across Europe, including the crushing tactical defeat of the famed French “Maginot Line” proved the Third Reich war machine to be virtually unstoppable. Hitler’s plan for the invasion of England, named “Operation Sea Lion” was a daily focal point of danger and concern for the British.

Dunkirk had decimated the British forces and moral was at an all time low. Two recently returned veterans of British colonial rule in Shanghai, China approached the War Office and offered their services at this desperate time. William Ewart Fairbairn, retired as a ranking officer of the Shanghai Municipal Police force and his partner Eric Anthony Sykes, a private arms dealer who served as a volunteer in the Shanghai Municipal Police and where he headed the sniper unit of the famed Shanghai Riot Squad, promised the War Office that their training and methods could in short order make “any one man the equal of ten”.

After the debacle at Dunkirk this was a most important and dramatic statement. Initially dismissed, these two men went on to prove the veracity of their words and convinced the power that be as to absolute effectiveness of their methods. If that meant that an over middle aged W.E. Fairbairn had to place several young bucks in the hospital to prove his point in an impromptu, but extremely realistic “demonstration”, so be it. Those who “tested” Sykes fared NO better. So the methods that these men had developed during decades of very dangerous work in Shanghai now became a highly valued and integral part of training for all British forces and Special Operations personnel.

The attack on Pearl Harbor in December 1941 coupled with the Imperial Japanese military’s coordinated assault on all American and British forces across the Pacific Rim pulled the United States firmly in this world wide conflagration. The United States was now fully at war with the Axis forces. Fairbairn, who was now in Canada, assigned to the infamous “Camp X” where he along with “unarmed combat” George de Relwyskow, a BRAZILIAN JUDO/JUJUTSU EXPERT, and Colonel Carl Eifler was ALREADY undergoing training here, was ordered to assist the U.S. government agency known as the “The Office of the Coordinator of Intelligence” the precursor of the OSS.

Eric Anthony Sykes remained in England and found the need for his services in great demand. He also found himself working under the auspice of the British covert force known as the Special Operations Executive.

The history of these men from the early days of Shanghai, up to and through the war years is an entire story unto itself and beyond the scope of this article. However it must be clearly understood that the contribution of these men had a profound effect and influence on close-combat methods, tactics, and techniques for decades after the war (Despite the often heard “argument” that we have somehow “evolved” beyond these methods.) They were however, certainly not the only experts involved in this field! One of many examples would be A.J. Drexel-Biddle who studied and trained extensively in boxing, savate, jiu-jitsu, swordplay, knife-fighting and various bayonet methods.

As the United States geared up for war, a major factor began to be publicized. Both here and in Australia, the press made a great deal about the superiority of the Japanese fighting man. Part of this was, to be sure, rooted in fact.

The Battle of Port Arthur, the turning point in the Russo-Japanese war, several decades earlier, had shown the world the tenacity and ferocity of the Japanese soldier, particularly in the area of close-in man to man combat. Much was made of the large Russian soldier finding abject defeat at the hands of his smaller Japanese adversary when engaged in hand to hand combat (hence a very obvious need for the creation of Sambo). It was here that Japanese Jiu-jitsu was given world-wide attention and notoriety in this regard. The Japanese conduct and performance of the war in China also demonstrated to the world a seemingly invincible and unstoppable force. Japan was a force that was brutal and deadly in the extreme.

As a result, much attention was given over to the training of United States and Allied forces in methods of personal self defense that would enable the average soldier to meet the Japanese fighting man on a somewhat equal footing. Every branch of the Armed Services began an intensive physical training program designed to meet these needs. Much of the expert instruction needed, particularly in the arena of close-quarters man to man combat, came from the civilian quarter as it still does today.

Men with tremendous and varied life-long experience in all forms of martial arts and self defense were tapped to create training programs that would give the Allied soldier sufficient means by which to engage their enemies at close-quarters. The Axis did the same of course, Japan being the obvious factor in this regard, but even Adolf Hitler proclaimed the absolute need for boxing and jiu-jitsu in German military training as it imparted courage and daring the average soldier to close with his enemy!

In the United States there were a plethora of varied methods and training systems. Any attempt to narrowly define the methods extant in this era is complete ignorance and foolishness! Though the contribution of Lt. Colonel Fairbairn is great, as is the influence of Colonel Applegate, there were dznes upon dozens of different close-quarters battle systems developed. From wrestling, boxing, savate, judo, jiu-jitsu, Chinese boxing, and even football and rugby methods were not only drawn upon, but entire self defense systems were advocated based on these individual methods.  It may come as a surprise to many, but here in the Unites States, even Japanese Karate was used and found to be effective!

The Development of a Fast and Effective Self Defense Training System

The same problems still exists today, many unarmed combat courses are highly complex and technical. They are rooted in the favored methods of the men tasked with their creation. Wrestlers tend to rely on that method, Judo and Brazilian Jujitsu men on that system, Boxers on their expertise and so on and so on.  Each method also can claim stunning success in actual combat! True after action reports showed that ALL of these methods had merit and COULD be used effectively in the rigors and stress of real battle.

However, as the war progressed two major factors began to influence and change these training protocols. One was the fact that  more and more men from all sorts of varied backgrounds being were drafted into military service, the other was that as demands for more and more replacement troops began to rise the amount of training time became by necessity reduced and limited.

The approach that seemed most feasible and useful was one that combined the best or the most effective, efficient and quickly learned methods as well as those most well RETAINED! The rudiment basics of boxing and wrestling were made part of an overall general physical conditioning program and unarmed combat became a specialized block of instruction.

These courses in unarmed combat, hand to hand combat, combat judo and so forth again sought to COMBINE the most advantageous holds, throws, trips, locks, strangles, blows, strikes and kicks from all the varied methods available. The only truly limiting factor here was the time element.

Other considerations were also important. The O’Neill (another Shanghai veteran and ranking Judo Black Belt) method is a classic example of a system specifically tailored for both the training environment available as well as the nature of the combat engagement expected. There were even attempts made to instruct the military in actual Koryu (old school) Jujutsu systems here in the United States, however the most effective systems still sought to mix all the varied martial arts.

As the war progressed, more and more after action intelligence gathered from the reality of actual battle helped shape and determine training priorities. Many methods of close-combat began to be trimmed down to those fundamentals that proved most effective overall and most applicable to all trainees across a wide and varied spectrum of physical attributes and skill.

Col. Rex Applegate was perhaps the most vocal of these advocates owing to his exposure in the INFANTRY JOURNAL and the publishing of “KILL or GET KILLED”. He was not without his critics, as was Fairbairn.

Some courses were so short in duration that they involved ONLY SEVERAL HOURS of instruction. Others were quite involved and very complete in their syllabus content. Many are familiar with the Navy V-5 programs and the training at Fort Benning, but lesser known is the very extensive training at places like Fort Meade and at the Hawaii Jungle Warfare complex. Here at these locations conducted a very complete and mixed program of martial arts was taught. From the CIC training center in Chicago to the Army training camps  in Colorado, from Parris Island to the Ranger/Commando schools in the Hawaiian Islands, from the training bases in England prior to D-Day to the “Killing” school in Palestine, the METHODS taught ran the full gamut of man to man tooth and nail close quarters combat. From the complex to the “instinctive kill” (a method designed to take full advantage of so-called natural “animal”  killing instinct). ALL these methods, systems and approaches FALL under the definition of COMBATIVES! Even the OSS personnel training at Area B were shown the methods of SIAMESE boxing (read Muay Thai), western boxing, wrestling/grappling, French “foot-fighting”(including Assaut Vite savate), Indian Varma-adi/Varmannie, Chinese boxing, “Roman” boxing, Japanese Judo/Jujutsu and Karate, Siamese boxing, Burmese boxing-Bando, western fencing,  Filipino edged weapons and any and all systems (including almost every weapon known to man) deemed effective in dispatching one’s enemies to the hereafter were studied, researched, implemented and trained! One WWII era United States hand to hand combat manual even makes reference to Indonesian methods!

This is the TRUE DEFINITION of SELF DEFENSE and COMBATIVES! This is the legacy of The Self Defense Company, Tekkenryu Jujutsu and The Self Defense Company Professional Instructors. Those who need to “pigeon hole” others into the box of only doing World War II combatives, well, applying the above definition based on the TRUE historical RECORD, then YES! We do follow the LEGACY of WORLD WAR TWO “COMBATIVES”!

The purpose of The Self Defense Company is to continue to teach and train the FASTEST, most EFFECTIVE and EFFICIENT means self defense to anyone regardless of experience, size, man or woman. No one should one without the means and the resources to protect themselves and their loved ones from harm.

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Israel. My trip down memory lane.

 

A recent column by Joel Mowbray here at Townhall.com brought back some very personal memories of my several visits to the country of Israel.

http://www.townhall.com/columnists/JoelMowbray/2008/05/28/miraculous_under_fire_aftermath_of_a_terror_attack

In my considerable world travels I have some favorite countries and cities I will go back to in a NY minute. Israel happens to be one of those countries. I’ve been to Israel 6 times on ship port visits of various durations, from 3 to 10 days.  Some of my fondest travel memories originated there.  I visited the birth and burial sites of Jesus, got my first tattoo, performed an honor guard ceremony and danced at a Kibbutz, went to the Elvis café, got frisked by a lovely female IDF soldier at the Wailing Wall. Not really. She just questioned me. The frisking happened only in my warped mind. I was thinking she was reacting to my innate charm and animal magnetism while she was thinking that I looked like an Arab terrorist.

What impressed me immediately about Israel (other than the beauty of some of the women), was the friendliness of the Israelis, whether they were Jews, Christians or Arabs.  Not to mention the pro American attitude prevalent throughout the country. 

The next thing I was most impressed with was their joyous demeanor and their unabashed pride in their country. These are some resilient people! I visited during several of those PLO uprisings so prevalent in the 80’s and 90’s. In the midst of all this, I not once encountered bitterness, paranoia or hostility. At one time I was actually 3 miles from the Gaza strip. In conversations with several Israelis, they have out and out invited me to come live in their country. “Bring your family, move here, it’s wonderful. You’re wife and kids, they will love it!”  they would say.  It was a country where I felt the most welcome in almost all my travels. I remember standing at Calvary Mount thinking how anyone, Christian, Jew or even secular, could visit that site and not be moved by the impact on history Jesus of Nazareth had.

Over the years I have watched the horrors inflicted on the Israeli people and have been impressed by the restraint of their reactions. I wonder how we would be as a people if we had to face the equivalent of the terrorist attacks continually inflicted on Israel. I’ve often wished they’d just go open that can of whoop a$$ already on some of the most irrational of their enemies. Remembering them as I do, I understand how out of character that is for them.  

So whenever I hear an American complain about the good ole US of A, I think of the war weary Israelis I’ve met and it always makes me want to grab the ungrateful whiner of the moment and slap them around like red headed stepchildren. Then I think again of the Israelis and the moment passes.  

If you ever get the chance to visit the Promised Land, I highly recommend it. I know I’ll be back someday.

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An open letter to Barrack Obama by Mr. Will Manly

 

I received a scanned copy of a column by Will Manly of They Hays Daily News, a newspaper in Kansas. You know, the heartland? The people Barrack Obama says turn to guns and church because they’re bitter? Well this old boy fired back with both small town barrels. I tried to find a link directly to the article in the paper but couldn’t find one. The closest I’ve come, without spending more time looking for this is another scanned version here:

http://right-mind.us/blogs/blog_0/archive/2008/05/15/60150.aspx

For those who cannot get to that or cannot enlarge it, I’m reprinting the entire article below (the grammatical and misspelling errors are all Mr. Manly’s):

Dear Barack: You’re wrong about small towns.

By Will Manly of the Hays Daily News

Dear Barack Obama:

I grew to like you over the last year. I’ve always thought of you as dangerously naïve at best. Eloquent, gifted, genuine, yes. But dangerously naïve at best.

I couldn’t vote for you – but not because of your funny name or your lunatic pastor. I couldn’t vote for you because you say we should raise taxes (even on the rich, who I’m convinced already pay too much), and because you say we should abandon Iraq (which I’m convinced would be surrendering a war we must win), and because you don’t respect the Second Amendment (which I’m convinced should disqualify any politician from any office).

Still, I’ve liked your message of unity and your ability to inspire. And, since your rise I’ve hunted quite frantically, for young conservative leaders with your talent. (To my relief, I found Bobby Jindal.)

And I’ve long said if you beat Hillary Clinton, you will have done your country a tremendous service. But anymore I’m having a harder and harder time rooting for you.

First came your wife’s comment about being proud of America for the first time – conveniently, right after you started winning primaries. Then came your own words about your grandmother who is just a “typical white person” – a racist, or at least someone with racist tendencies. (I’m a “typical white person,” I suppose, and I’m no racist.  In fact, little makes me angrier than when it’s insinuated I am.)

Sometimes people say things they don’t really mean. But this is a pattern.

Last week, we heard your comments about small-town America. Someone at a San Francisco fundraiser asked you why it’s so hard for Democrats to win in rural areas. You said:

“You go into some of these small towns in Pennsylvania, and like a lot of small towns in the Midwest, the jobs have been gone now for 25 years and nothing’s replaced them…So it’s not surprising then that they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them…”

   Is that a minority? HEY CLETUS, GET THE GUN! (If only we had a job to go to, some time in the last 25 years…)

 

Here’s a thought: Maybe gun rights voters know gun control laws kill people and steal freedom.

Here’s a thought: Maybe some of us have moral objections to an immigration system that forces rule-followers to wait decades for legal status, and rewards border-violators with amnesty.

Here’s a thought: Maybe some Americans cling to their church because their pastor is a nice person, because they find love there, because there they have something they can believe in.

Here’s a thought: Maybe, just maybe, us simpletons in small towns find it harder to be bigoted than all o’ y’all cityfolk. Maybe in small towns, where everybody knows your name – and how hard you work, if you pay your taxes, how well you treat your neighbors, how often you volunteer in the community, and whether or not you’re a good parent – people see the content of your character, so they don’t give a hoot about the color of your skin. (But I grew up in a small town where about a third of the population is of a different race than me. What do I know?)

And here’s my favorite thought of all: Maybe small-town folks are – really – capable of thinking. All on our own.

You’re wrong about why small-town Americans don’t vote for Democrats.

We don’t vote for Democrats because we’re self-reliant so we don’t like the government trying to “solve” everything for us. And because you tell your rich friends in San Francisco that we’re dumb. And because, each election, whichever one of you is running for president traipses all over the country telling us you have all the answers, that you’re the one on our side, that you understand and respect our way of life.

But each time, a little bit here and there slips out- and by the end of the campaign, we can tell what you really think about us. And we manage to learn who you really are.

And we see you’re just a horse’s a$$.

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Joe Kittinger, the man who leaped from Space

  This one gives the term Test Pilot a whole new meaning. Joe Kittinger is not a household aviation name like Neil Armstrong or Chuck Yeager, but what he did for the U. S. Space Program is comparable.

 On Aug. 16, 1960, as research for the then-fledgling U. S. Space Program, Air Force Captain Joseph Kittinger rode a helium balloon to the edge of space, 102,800 feet above the earth, a feat in itself.

 Then, wearing just a thin pressure suit and breathing supplemental oxygen, he leaned over the cramped confines of his gondola and jumped--into the 110-degree-below- zero, near-vacuum of space. Within seconds his body accelerated to 714 mph in the thin air, breaking the sound barrier.

 After free-falling for more than four and a half minutes, slowed finally by friction from the heavier air below, he felt his parachute open at 14,000 feet, and he coasted gently down to the New Mexico desert floor.

 Kittinger's feat showed scientists that astronauts could survive the harshness of space with just a pressure suit and that man could eject from aircraft at extreme altitudes and survive.

 Upon Kittinger's return to base, a congratulatory telegram was waiting from the Mercury seven astronauts-- including: Alan Shepard and John Glenn.

 More than four decades later Kittinger's two world records-- the highest parachute jump, and the only man to break the sound barrier without an aircraft and live--still stand. We decided to visit the retired colonel and Aviation Hall of Famer, now 75, at his home in Altamonte Springs , Florida , to recall his historic jump.

 FORBES GLOBAL: Take us back to New Mexico and Aug. 16, 1960. Joe Kittinger: We got up at 2 am to start filling the helium balloon. At sea level, it was 35 to 40 feet wide and 200 feet high; at altitude, due to the low air pressure, it expanded to 25 stories in width, and still was 20 stories high! At 4 am I began breathing pure oxygen for two hours. That's how long it takes to remove all the nitrogen from your blood so you don't get the bends going so high so fast. Then it was a lengthy dress procedure layering warm clothing under my pressure suit. They kept me in air-conditioning until it was time to launch because we were in the desert and I wasn't supposed to sweat. If I did, my clothes would freeze on the way up.

How was your ascent? It took an hour and a half to get to altitude. It was cold. At 40,000 feet, the glove on my right hand hadn't inflated. I knew that if I radioed my doctor, he would abort the flight. If that happened, I knew I might never get another chance because there were lots of people who didn't want this test to happen. I took a calculated risk, that I might lose use of my right hand. It quickly swelled up, and I did lose use for the duration of the flight. But the rest of the pressure suit worked. When I reached

102,800 feet, maximum altitude, I wasn't quite over the target. So I drifted for 11 minutes. The winds were out of the east.

What's it look like from so high up? You can see about 400 miles in every direction. The formula is 1.25 x the sq. root of the altitude in thousands of feet. (The square root of 102,000 ft is 319 X 1.25 = 399 miles.)

The most fascinating thing is that it's just black overhead, the transition from normal blue to black is very stark. You can't see stars because there's a lot of glare from the sun, so your pupils are too small.

I was struck with the beauty of it. But I was also struck by how hostile it is: more than 100 degrees below zero, no air. If my protection suit failed, I would be dead in a few seconds. Blood actually boils above 62,000 feet. I went through my 46-step checklist, disconnected from the balloons power supply and lost all communication with the ground. I was totally under power from the kit on my back. When everything was done, I stood up, turned around to the door, took one final look out and said a silent prayer: "Lord, take care of me now." Then I just jumped over the side.

What w ere you thinking as you took that step? It's the beginning of a test. I had gone through simulations many times--more than 100. I rolled over and looked up, and there was the balloon just roaring into space. I realized that the balloon wasn't roaring into space; I was going down at a fantastic rate! At about 90,000 feet, I reached 714 mph.

The altimeter on my wrist was unwinding very rapidly. But there was no sense of speed. Where you determine speed is visual--if you see something go flashing by. But nothing flashes by 20 miles up-- there are no signposts there, and you are way above any clouds. When the chute opened, the rest of the jump was anticlimactic, because everything had worked perfectly.

I landed 12 or 13 minutes later, and there was my crew waiting. We were elated. How about your right hand? It hurt--there was quite a bit of swelling and the blood pressure in my arm was high. But that went away in a few days, and I regained full use of my hand.

What about attempts to break your record? We did it for air crews and astronauts-- for the learning, not to set a record. They will be going up as skydivers. Somebody will beat it someday. Records are made to be broken. And I'll be elated. But I'll also be concerned that they're properly trained. If they're not, they're taking a heck of a risk.

What Is A Veteran? A "Veteran" whether active duty, disch arged, retired, or reserve, is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to "The United States of America" for an amount of "up to, and including his life." That is honor, and there are way too many people in this country today, who no longer understand that fact.

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The "chickens comin home to roost" for Obama

 

The Obama-ites are frenziedly trying to damage control yet another bad association the Senator had in his murky past.

http://www.townhall.com/columnists/GuyBenson/2008/04/24/debunking_obamas_ayers_fact_sheet

We knew very little about this charismatic, idolized young “agent of change” a year or two ago and the MSM would have liked to have kept it that way. Not like it matters with his acolytes. Being Liberals, they’re more concerned with how he makes them “feeeeeel” and don’t want to be bothered with facts. Like Chris Matthews “chill running up his legs” when Obama speaks. I’m not even touching the complete gay nature of that comment. I’ll just focus on the fact that it is coming from a supposed “journalist”. I’ve blogged about that idiot in the past.  But here’s further proof of his man crush on the young Senator.

http://www.townhall.com/columnists/MikeGallagher/2008/04/25/media_jumps_the_gun_for_barack

I don’t hold people to the follies of their youth. I know I have my fair share, but I’m not running for President of this great nation; and yes, I hold that office and whoever occupies it to a slightly higher standard. But we’re not talking about a naïve, obsolete and isolated association with a questionable character. We’re now talking about a pattern of association with some of the NOTORIOUSLY worst anti-American, racist, anarchist, socialist, leftist people in the country. 

All he offers as a defense is either “I didn’t know…” or “that’s irrelevant…” or “I didn’t know…” (I listed it twice to make the point). Well, Senator, if you’re gonna expect to hold the reigns of our national defense and security you should make it a point to know who you associate with and you cant think I’m obtuse enough to think that your associations, close associations despite what you say, are irrelevant. I for one hold you to them. 

A word about a great majority of the blacks in this country. The OJ Simpson trial taught me droves about the views of a HUGE majority of them. Events like the LA Riots, Hurricane Katrina, the Jenna Six, the Duke Lacrosse and Don Imus fiascos don’t make the community look any better. The huge numbers the Senator is getting everywhere he goes also defines their agenda. I don’t shy away from stating the obvious. It’s not that sinister really. If you’re a black Democrat, both your candidates have the same agenda/philosophy, so given the choice, you identify with and vote for the black candidate. What’s bothersome is that they vote for him BECAUSE he’s black. Can’t sugar coat that. 

Of course the over riding reason is that he’s a liberal since Alan Keyes and Condoleeza Rice would not register on their list of possibilities. Not that I blame them, they’re only following the cues of their leadership.  Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson et al. What’s insulting to them, or at least should be, is the condescension. What’s worrisome to me, is the inherent racism. Something that the other side is constantly being labeled with. So again the contradiction still being propagated by things like Jet magazine, BET (who ironically doesn’t like Obama), and all the other exclusive Black organizations in this country (not to mention Hispanic). It’s okay for the black goose, but not for the white gander.

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"What kind of name is Yossarian?"

 

I’ve been meaning to blog about race for quite some time. I’ve touched on the subject briefly on a couple of old blogs, but I’ve been meaning to cover it more in depth for quite some time.  I never directly blogged about the issue (save for one on my physical similarity to Arabs). I haven’t done it for two reasons. One, every time I began to write on the subject it became as long as my four part series on how to survive a mass shooting. Also, to be honest, I was holding off because I intended to do some research and write an article I was going to submit for paid publication. My memories of the effort I expended getting my Black Belt magazine article published for the payout I received has discouraged me from that avenue. 

Then John Hawkins’ wrote a column that inspired me to finally put down my thoughts on the subject. 

http://www.townhall.com/columnists/JohnHawkins/2008/04/04/six_uncomfortable_truths_about_race_in_america?page=1

Kick back boys and girls, this one may get rather long, but I believe it’s topical.

I’m uniquely qualified to talk about the subject. That doesn’t make any one else unqualified to discuss it as we all can draw on our personal experiences. The problem is the injection of filters. Admittedly I have my own, but my experience is a unique one. Ironically and in many ways it is very similar to Senator Obama’s, although I derived something very different from mine. 

Ethnically speaking, I’m just as much a mongrel as anyone in the US, or the entire planet. My father’s heritage is Scott Irish (with other’s mixed in as well). He was born and raised in Michigan. My mother is Puerto Rican (which is of itself a mixed ethnic group). She was raised on the island.  I spent some time looking into my ancestry and was surprised by what I discovered, as I’m sure most people would be if they took the time. For example, the Hubble Family Society says that every single Hubble in the US (regardless of whether you spell it Hubble, Hubbell or Hubel) all come from the same descendant. This means that I may be related to Edwin Hubble the astronomer. I find this staggering! Particularly since I haven’t received a single residual from whatever money’s been made off that telescope. I’m still looking into it.  Plus I’m partly Canadian and I have an actual Scottish Clan tartan.

I was raised partly in the US, Puerto Rico and Europe from birth to age six. Then we settled in Puerto Rico when I was seven until I joined the Navy at age seventeen. The amalgam of my parental cultural heritage and my upbringing has made me an enigma to some people who (human nature being what it is), try to put me into some comfortable shelf in order to define “what” I am. I don’t blame them. I confuse myself sometimes. 

My unique perspective stems from how people who come in contact with me treat me. For example, while being raised on the island, because of my last name and the fact that we spent the first few years of our lives off the island, most of the islanders referred to my siblings and I as “Los gringos del barrio”. 

You would think calling me a gringo is funny, considering my appearance, but Puerto Rican’s are a bit unique when it comes to physical appearance. In PR, they don’t separate themselves by color into different ethnic groups. Color is mostly a descriptive. You’re either a blonde haired, blue eyed Rican or a black as night Rican. Either way you’re Puerto Rican. We long ago stopped raising eyebrows at couples who were distinctly and physically different in color.  In fact, the supposed “classic” Rican is defined as a combination of Spaniard, African and Taino (Arawac) Indian.  I believe this is historically inaccurate and there are many more. In my own family on the island there’s even a direct French ancestor. Then there’s the fact that Puerto Rico has been a US Commonwealth for over a hundred years.  There were plenty of horny gringos at the beginning of the last century planting their seeds all over the island. But I’m digressing.

By the same token, outsiders are defined as such regardless of skin color.  I wasn’t treated poorly as a “gringo” on the island. In fact, after a brief introductory period when I’d infrequently get into a fight with some wannabe comedian for mangling my last name and using it to make fun of me, I fit right in. The fact that I was a “gringo” became one of those things they’d remember only occasionally (usually when my last name came up again). I’ve heard at least ten phonetic pronunciations of Hubble. The first day of school always made me cringe.  I’m sure anyone with an odd surname can relate.  However, the anomaly of being slightly different always gave me the perspective of an outsider looking in. It bothered me sometimes and sometimes I used it to my advantage. The advantages usually outweighed the problems it created.

Then, when I joined the Navy and came back to the continent I was called “the Puerto Rican guy”. Physically that fit, but I was actually born in Seattle Washington. How funny is that? Some people thought I was from New York. I had not spent a day in New York, but apparently I had a New York accent. This is because where I was raised on the island most people spoke English like either Desi Arnaz or Tony Soprano. I apparently adopted the Tony Soprano inflection, but believe you me, I have many relatives on the island who talk just like Desi. The point being that now I was being put into another slot that “differentiated” me. 

When I reported to my first ship, the Puerto Ricans and other Latinos expected me to immediately hang with them in their Latino cliques.  For a brief period I actually welcomed this bonding, until I figured out that none of them actually shared my “heritage”. Some of the Ricans from NY (we call them Niuyoricans on the island) didn’t even speak a lick of Spanish. They were very proud to call themselves Puerto Rican, but they had no clue about their ancestral heritage from the island. They in fact put me in yet another sub-group since I was from the island itself. They called me Jibaro, which to them meant I was “fresh off the boat”. They didn’t even know the origin of that particular moniker (it was a term used by a Spanish author by the name of Miguel Alonso in a book by the same name about three hundred years ago). I had absolutely nothing in common with any other Latino group. 

Ironically, I got along very well with a guy whose family came from Cuba. He was a blonde haired blue eyed guy named Rodriguez. He spoke better Spanish than most of the Ricans on the ship. We often joked that we should swap last names because of our incongruous physical features.  This even led me to briefly giving some thought to legally changing my last name to my mother’s (Torres).  

My very first experience with racism came from a Latino guy on that very ship. He was a Chicano (this was a moniker he gave himself) from East LA. I had befriended a guy named Mike Melko. He actually wound up being the best man at my first wedding. We were all in the Deck division of the ship. The Latinos had a clique of about six guys in the division. Their latin cultural heritage was as diverse as any other. When I began hanging out with Mike, the Chicano approached me and asked me why I was hanging out with that “guero”. His tone was that of a cross parent addressing a wayward child. He was about six or seven years older than I was so I guess he thought he was entitled. His problem became two-fold. One, I was very resistant to authority in my teen years. Two, I didn’t take kindly to people telling me what to do, regardless of age. The subsequent exchange sealed my fate with that particular Latino clique.  Now I was a gringo again.

I discovered something very quickly on that first ship. First of all, I figured out that being Latino did not immediately qualify someone to be a friend of mine. Let’s face it, there are assholes everywhere. There are plenty of assholes on the island I wouldn’t give a minute of my time to and that applied universally. The Latino guys who became good friends of mine did so in spite of their ethnicity. One of them a Niuyorican who spent the latter part of his teen years on the island and another a Tejano from Kerville Texas. 

So if being Latino did not immediately qualify someone for my friendship, then it certainly didn’t qualify you for my vote, my patronage or my support. In other words, I learned to deal with people on their merits. Thankfully, at a very young age. 

I’ve only been called a Spic two times to my face in my life. In only one occasion was it done in anger (some guys don’t react very well when the women they have designs on opt for a better option). I’ve only met one person who I’d call a true racist. Ironically he was one of the best Chief’s I served under in the Navy and even he never held me back. 

The various other non-insulting things I’ve been called (Gringo, Jibaro, Puerto Rican, Boricua) were names other people gave me (I’ve also been called Arabic, Italian, Greek and on one strange occasion, Philipino). 

Here’s the thing; I have never been denied a single opportunity because of my ethnicity and skin color. Even if it had been done, unbeknownst to me, my ethnicity and skin color would be the last thing I’d use as an excuse. For one thing they’re factors out of my control and I’m very big on controlling my fate and destiny. For another, once you go down the victimhood road you might as well go down it with your pants around your ankles. 

What is my point? That a-holes come in all colors? That ignorance is just as universal? That there is no pure race, therefore, there should be no racism?  

To be perfectly honest, I really don’t give the subject much thought anymore. Or I at least don’t let the militants, extremists and opportunists bother me as much anymore. I think that people who make excuses for themselves will use the most convenient of excuses and people who hate will find a reason to hate no matter what color you are. People’s perceptions are their realities and you can’t shake them from their trees if they were on fire.

What makes me ultimately comfortable is the fact that most people are just like me. Reasonable and rational. We take people at their merits and based on how they treat us. We’re proud of our uniqueness, but don’t wear our ethnicity on our sleeves. And thankfully, regardless of our individual colors and ethnic backgrounds, we are still in the majority. We just don’t make as much noise.

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The Kalifornia Kangaroo Kourt is now in session

 

John Stossel wrote a non-committal and fair column regarding the recent decision of a California appellate court stating that parents have no constitutional right to homeschool their children. The fact that this occurred in Commifornia is no surprise to me. They would be the state to first seriously try to outlaw homeschooling. 

http://www.townhall.com/columnists/JohnStossel/2008/04/02/threat_to_homeschooling?page=1

In a nutshell, Stossel got it right. The Constitution does not PROHIBIT home schooling. Neither does California law. As any Constitutional idiot could tell you, what is not prohibited by law is therefore, by default reserved by the citizens as a right. Simple. 

This subject is near and dear to my family and me. My wife has homeschooled all four of our children. Our eldest two began in 5th and 6th grades respectively when we became completely disillusioned with two supposed “Blue Ribbon” schools in Virginia. Our youngest two, who are High Schoolers, have never attended a schoolhouse except to compete against them as members of our sports league in sporting events. My wife and I are board members of the Christian Home Educators of Cochise County (CHECC), an organization for Christian homeschoolers. It is a very active organization with hundreds of local members. Arizona is a very homeschooler friendly state.  I’m also a member of the Home School Legal Defense Fund. You can bet your arses that the HSLDF will be involved in this one. This California kangaroo court and it’s socialist, union kowtowing judge have stepped in deep excrement. 

Believe me, I’ve heard every single argument against home schooling and I can rip each and every one of them to shreds. The statistical data Stossel provides is part of it, but my own personal experience with my children is the only data I need. I’m not too worried about this puny little judge’s ruling. I predict the ruling won’t even make it past the California Supreme Court, but if it goes to the US Supreme Court it will be like shooting at a weather balloon on a skeet range. PULL! 

To be honest, I’m kinda looking forward to it.

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"Is you crazy? Or just plain stupid?"

 

I’ve long ago stopped being shocked and amazed at the presumptuous stupidity of some liberals. Here’s an Anthony Hubble-ism: “Presumptuous stupidity is easy to find because it wears a bell around its neck.”

I’ve also stopped being insulted by their insults to my intelligence. I used to ask the rhetorical question, “How dumb do you think I am?”  I know the answer.  They believe me to be as dumb as I look.  Then I read something by someone who should know better, which leads me to wonder one of two things. He’s either a complete dummy or he thinks we are.

http://www.insight-report.com/2008/080304/obama.html

This is a retired General for crying out loud! The fact that he’s an Air Force General is no excuse either (that’s a little inter-service humor for you civies). Presumably, he is a General who was on active duty during the 1979 hostage takeover in Iran. I know I was. In fact, I spent 118 plus days in the Indian Ocean during that crisis. I was in that ocean during the aborted rescue attempt our worst President in history launched (for you younger whippersnappers, yes, he was a Democrat).  The news was replete with protesters in Iran carrying signs and posters that read “Death to America” and “America, the great Satan”.  This attitude has changed little in the last 3 decades. 

Point is, in case you missed it; Iran’s anti-Americanism predates President Bush. The fact that this General has the audacity to try and sell it as a result of President Bush’s defining Iran as part of the Axis of Evil would only be surprising if you ignore the obvious. The man’s on Senator Obama’s payroll.

It’s funny how history can become germane to present day decision making when it comes to politics. 

Back when Carter was President, a group of radical Islamic students stormed our sovereign soil and kept Americans hostage for over a year. When did they release them? Uh that would be the day President Reagan was inaugurated. Those of us of thinking age then knew exactly why. Fast forward to today. Does that help or should I make it clearer. You can vote for a Democrat with an incredibly stupid or clearly partisan senior military advisor.

Or.

Do I really need to list what your other choice is?

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The Opposite of Fear by Damian Ross

  I receive email updates from Tony Blauer of the PDR and TCMS systems and Damian Ross of the Self-Defense Company.  Many of them are clearly marketing hooks to buy their products, which are superb and which I personally endorse for those who want to train self-defense but are not interested in following a traditional martial arts curriculum.  I teach a traditional martial arts curriculum in my school, but I also teach pure street self-defense, emphasizing not only physical techniques, but mental self-defense as well. Of the two I prefer Tony Blauer’s system, but there are various parallels to both systems.  Being a serious martial artist means I’m nothing but a serious student and keep my mind open to all new concepts. In other words, I’m a thief who steals shamelessly from any and all who may have something to teach me. Quoted below is an email I received from Daman Ross which I felt was compelling and educational. As with all things, and as Bruce Lee used to say, keep what is useful and discard what is not.

“What is the Opposite of Fear?

Most people's first reaction to this is bravery or heroism. These are the result of what the real answer enables us to be. Fear is an emotion so the opposite of Fear must to be an emotion. If you read Stephen Pressfield's "Gates of Fire" you already know the answer.

The answer lies in your heart. The opposite of Fear is Love. Love of family, love of God, love of country, love of self. It is what ever justifies your existence. Whenever you teach someone new, and you show them how to attack with ruthless intensity and to do whatever it takes, by any means necessary to survive, most regular, law abiding person cringes at the reality of biting or gouging and eye. Their reaction is "I could never do that!" Oh really, what if you came into your daughter's room and saw strange man standing over her bed? W ell, the answer is quite a different one. Fear and apprehension disappear and all you're left with is seething range and contempt (this is good).

When we talk about self defense and fighting to survive, even though we approach it from a practical point of view, you will be placed in completely impractical, unimaginable and outrageous. Even combat veterans attacked is civilian life have the same reaction, the thought of the person or the thing you hold dearest being ripped away from you will put you into a state of mind that can not be replicated.

No matter how real your training is, that fear cannot be replicated. So you have to plan and prepare for it. Simple, repetitious techniques practiced in a variety of situations. Conditioning the body and hardening your natural weapons. Being in better physical shape and learning how to use weapons that fit into your gross motor skill set.

When the rage hits, you're probably not going to be able to remember a thing. Most times you simply "black out". This is why sport and complicated methods of fighting don't work. You can train; practice until you're dead exhausted. You can make your techniques look sharp and pretty. Your training should put you on auto-pilot. Your training has to allow you to channel that anger and that adrenaline into the assailant.

You can create scenarios in your mind and have your training partners try to rip your head off. This is all excellent, but it's not the real thing. The real thing happens faster, is ugly and is brutal. Its not pretty. We have a saying, "If it looks good in the dojo, it won't work in the street." Keep it simple and work within the realities what you will be mentally and physically able to do when your worst nightmare is knocking at your door. Fighting for a parking spot or over a few dollars may not be worth it, but standing up for the person you hold dearest always is.

If your job deals with violence you know what happens when it all goes south. Training for these situations is about doing simple tasks in extraordinary or unimaginable situations. This is why and where the majority of self defense methods taught fail under real world conditions.

Until Next Time, Train Honestly,

Damian Ross, Instructor The Self Defense Company”

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Someone's waved the OBAMA BULL flag!

 

I’ve been waiting for it. Finally, where Senator Obama is concerned, someone called bull! It happens to be Ben Shapiro who has a penchant for calling it on most issues. I had expected Mike Adams to do it, but he’s usually too busy waving the bull flag on the femi-fascists, gay-fascists, gun-fascists and pc police on America’s campuses (and clearly someone has to do that). So Ben stepped into the breach.

http://www.townhall.com/columnists/BenShapiro/2008/02/20/barack_obama_is_a_fake

Some talk show hosts and columnists have hinted at it, but no one has outright called it. They seem almost afraid to do it. It’s like that Seinfeld episode where Elaine wasn’t sure if the man she was dating was black or not. While discussing the possibility, George pipes up and says “I don’t think we should be talking about this!” 

And why doesn’t anyone want to talk about it? Could it be that it’s because he’s Ahem! BLACK?

Eeek!

Let’s face it, he’s no more been a victim of the black experience than I have. In fact, his upbringing and mine are remarkably similar where ethnicity and race are concerned. The reason he’s so popular with blacks has nothing at all to do with the fact that he’s black. It’s because he’s speaking the lingo. And I’m not even talking about all that “change” and “hope”. I’m talking about the liberal lingo of victimhood and entitlement. “I’ll take care of y’all, don’t you worry! I’ll find the money! There are plenty of rich folk who have all that spare money laying around they don’t be needin.” Or in Obama's own words: “The wealthiest Americans have made out like bandits. That is not a recipe for long-term economic growth.” Barack Obama

Had he gone the direction of conservatism his name would not even be a blip on the screen save to be maligned by the black community as has Justice Clarence Thomas. Here’s a man who truly lived the black experience and can certainly be counted among the American success stories. Yet he’s dismissed as an Uncle Tom or a “Brother lite” as Bill Cosby has called him because “he’s done little to further the cause of black people.” Other than being a shining example of the rewards of hard work and determination that is. Few in the black community even know the extent of Dr. Condoleeza Rice’s accomplishments, but can probably recite Dr. Dre’s life in minute detail. I&