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39 years ago this evening, December 24, 1968, three intrepid Americans, jammed into a capsule slightly larger than a telephone booth, made history. Having traveled farther from their natural home, than anyone in history, their Apollo capsule had entered Lunar orbit. On that evening, those of us having attained a certain age, remember well their transmission from the lonely reaches of space, far from home and family. The crew had debated what they might discuss during the short broadcast.

The crew recognized immediately that the subject should be that blue marble nearly a quarter of a million miles away, Jim Lovell had this to say “The vast loneliness is awe-inspiring and it makes you realize what you have back there on Earth.”

Being at the height of the cold-war, thoughts of the continuity of our civilization were an ever present, unwelcome part of life. Seeing the earth from Lunar orbit as the only possible place where men might survive undoubtedly crossed their minds that evening.

Perhaps from no other place, than the black, airless, frigid void of space, can one appreciate the vastness of G-d’s Creation, the Universe and this tiny, inconsequential speck within that universe that we call home and Earth.

Surrounded by a hostile environment, that would result in near instant death on exposure, it’s easy for a mortal to recognize your own frailty and that this planet is indeed an ideal space-ship for man. Perfectly designed, built and operated, such that nearly hairless, weak bipedals capable of rational thought, dreams and the appreciation of a Higher Power at work, could not only survive, but thrive.

Perhaps other men, might have thought of themselves as deities, having achieved such a miraculous task, undertaking a voyage that even Columbus couldn’t dream possible. But that crew, knew, well and truly, that the Universe operates under the supervision of something that we don’t have the facilities to describe, merely a name to describe the utterly indescribable.

G-d Almighty.

These three brave men, aviators and American heroes, Mission Commander Frank Borman, Command Module Pilot James Lovell and Lunar Module Pilot William Anders, at that time and place knew, that recognition of the Creator was in order, and as such, began the final portion of the transmission of Apollo 8, reading from the Book of Genesis, describing the Creator’s labors resulting in the cradle of humanity.

William Anders:

“For all the people on Earth the crew of Apollo 8 has a message we would like to send you”.

“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.”

Jim Lovell:

“And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day. And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters. And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so. And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.”

Frank Borman:

“And God said, Let the waters under the heavens be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so. And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas: and God saw that it was good.”

Borman then added, “And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas, and God bless all of you - all of you on the good Earth.”

And on this evening, may we wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and G-d’s Blessing to all of goodwill, on the Good Earth. —JB and Country Red

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[”Stickied” to the top of the front page for the rest of the day. Never forget! — Emp.M]

0755, Sunday December 7th, 1941.


1178 wounded.

2,043 dead.

Almost 1400 of them in the first 15 minutes when the USS Oklahoma, USS Utah, and the USS Arizona were hit.


The Arizona still weeps for the dead.


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So I’m sitting here watching Navy trounce Army in the 108th game of the most intense rivalry in college football (Go Navy! Beat Army!), getting my yearly football fix. One of the things I love about the game (besides it being the hardest fought game you will ever watch), is the tradition and history behind it.

Then I come across this on Blackfive, an even more powerful reminder of tradition and history. Each year at the Marine Corps Birthday Ball any Marine who has ever served may once again put on the uniform. This is the story of a WWII Marine who had never worn the Dress Blues until this year.

As a proud Second Lieutenant, wearing his Dress Blues with a bold strut and a confidence that could be seen by a blind man, I just stood there, humbled and crushed, feeling unworthy to wear the same uniform as this former Private First Class. I failed to remember that the only reason this uniform that I was wearing is distinguished is because of men like PFC Uncle Al. I just casually put it on and thought to myself, “Wow, this is the best looking uniform in the world!” I was definitely proud to put it on, yet I neglected to acknowledge its blood-stained legacy. I got a glimpse that night of what it really means to bear the title of a United States Marine.

Go read the whole thing. It’s worth your time.

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So far Unsung Glory has been dedicated solely to heroes from The Long War since their stories have largely been ignored. But recently I came across a story of heroism from Viet Nam that needed to be told.

Last Sunday at Mass a visiting priest (whom I believe was his self a vet) beautifully wove the Gospel reading into the service of veterans. He spoke eloquently of service to causes greater than ones self, commitment, duty, sacrifice; words which seek to define the ideals that so many vets have dedicated their lives to.

Then he had all of the veterans attending the mass stand to be recognized. After such an eloquent homily, there was a bit of hesitation, and quite a few elbows nudged into quite a few ribs (including Bangie Things into mine), but eventually we all rose. So there I stood with a dozen or so vets while the congregation applauded us. It was a humbling and moving experience and I was actually somewhat embarrassed by the accolades. After mass I made it a point to thank the priest, and as I shook his hand he reminded of my old Battalion Chaplain from 3rd Bn. 8th Marines, Father Dennis Rocheford.

In 1968 Fr. Rocheford was Lance Corporal Rocheford with Company A, 1st Bn. 1st Marines fighting in Hue City, Republic of Viet Nam during the Tet Offensive. He was wounded twice in Viet Nam, one bullet passing clean through his torso with out hitting any vital organs. The wound was scrubbed with surgical soap and bandaged, and LCpl Rocheford continued the march. During Tet Father Rocheford was the radio operator for Capt. Ray L. Smith, A Company commander. Capt. Smith had earned the nick name of “E-tool Smith” for killing three (some say five) NVA soldiers in hand to hand combat with an entrenching tool at Hue. Capt. “E-tool” Smith later became Col. “E-tool” Smith and was the regimental commander of the 8th Marines. When we pestered Father Rocheford about the veracity of our CO’s nick name, he just smiled and confirmed the details, elevating the Colonel to mythical status in our young eyes.

It was a status Father Rocheford shared as well. He was constantly in the field with us, joining us on every hump. Anytime there was a break, as we sat on our packs and nursed sore shoulders and even sorer feet, there was the ubiquitous Father Rocheford walking up and down our ranks, handing out candy from his cargo packets, bucking up our spirits, easing the pain of the welts left by 80 pound packs. His long suffering chaplains assistant (personal body guard is a better term, since he was armed whilst the priest wasn’t) kept pace, longing to join us sitting on the side of the road, resting our aching brogans. Despite the exhaustion on his face, he kept pace with the indefatigable Father. Although he was at least 20 years our senior, he routinely out marched us. We held him in awe, not only because he was a Viet Nam vet and former infantryman, nor because of his physical endurance and stamina, or even because of the solemnity with which he ministered to our spiritual needs. We were in awe because he was one of us when he didn’t need to be. He could have stayed at Battalion HQ and no one would have thought any less of him. But instead he chose to be in the field with us grunts. He left the service in the early 90’s after The Gulf War. He rejoined on September 12th 2001 and is currently deployed in Iraq, his third war.

All of these memories of one of the finest men I have ever known came flooding back to me after that mornings mass and as I surfed the net that night I came across the story of Father Vincent Capodanno, Lt. USNR Chaplain Corps, and Viet Nam Medal of Honor recipient. The coincidence was to much, and Father Capodanno’s story to compelling to ignore.

Give us more, O Emperor! »

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Those Socialist Shitheads over on The Stoopid Side of the Idiotarian Parallel Universal Divide™ had better find another platform to run on besides “The Iraq War Is LOST!”, because history is, yet again, rearing its ugly head and proving them wrong.

The GWT is going to last for more decades than most of us will kicking around on this ball of dirt, but the goat-bothering camel-molesters of Al Qaieda are in their final death throes.

Speaking through an interpreter at a 31 October meeting at the Iraqi Islamic Party headquarters in downtown Baghdad, Sheik Omar said that al Qaeda had been “defeated mentally, and therefore is defeated physically,” referring to how clear it has become that the terrorist group’s tactics have backfired. Operatives who could once disappear back into the crowd after committing an increasingly atrocious attack no longer find safe haven among the Iraqis who live in the southern part of Baghdad. They are being hunted down and killed. Or, if they are lucky, captured by Americans.

The nutless Donk douchebags (Yeah, we’re lookin’ at you, Harry, Nancy, Murthafucker, et al.) are in serious trouble. Michael Moore-on’s Minutmen™ have had their asses handed to ‘em and the 2008 DNC convention won’t be able to use our brave & heroic military members’ sacrifices as a bloody platform from which to piss on their graves.


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As many of you are aware, Gen. Paul Tibbets, the pilot of the Enola Gay, passed away in Columbus Ohio Thursday. On August 6 1945, his crew dropped an atomic bomb named “Little Boy” on the Japanese city of Hiroshima, which combined with the dropping of “Fat Man” on Nagasaki three days later forced the Japanese to surrender. Every US soldier, sailor, and Marine waiting to invade Japan breathed a sigh of relief. Many of them were veterans of past amphibious assaults and held no illusions about what awaited them. One of them was my uncle Ed who remained convinced until the day he died that his number was up if they had to invade. Like he had told me, “A man has just so much luck, and I burned through what I had on Iwo.” Instead he passed a quiet tour of occupation duty in Nagasaki.

Later, the anti-nuke crowd and historical revisionists would try and cast aspersions on the “morality” of using nukes on an entrenched and fanatical enemy who preferred death over surrender. The Smithsonian even tried to change a display on the Enola Gay into an ant-war, anti-nuke propaganda hit piece. Protests from WWII vets ended that, even though the curators remained unapologetic over their slandering of a true hero.

The Japanese were determined to fight on. They had an untouched air force hidden in caves, still had millions of men under arms, and were even training school children to fight with bamboo spears. If we had been forced to invade, easily 1 million Americans would have been killed or wounded, and I believe the entire Japanese race would have been destroyed. By dropping that bomb, the war was ended and lives saved. Period.

In Col. Tibbets’ own words, “I didn’t bomb Pearl Harbor. I didn’t start the war, but I was going to finish it.”

Unfortunately, the Hate America Firsters have decided that we were a vengeful nation and that Japan was a victim. Tibbets has requested that there be no funeral or headstone, fearing it would give his detractors a place to protest.

My uncle would have a few choice “words” for anyone who dared desecrate the memory of this great man.

Sleep Well General Paul Tibbets, and know that many who would surely have died, American and Japanese alike, lived and loved because of you and your crew.

Requiescat in pacem .

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Only one item today:

1938 — After the world has watched passively while the palestinians Germans have systematically violated every part of previous accords and treaties the Versailles Treaty while gobbling up Gaza the Rheinland, Condoleezza Rice Neville Chamberlain goes to Cairo Munich to meet with Israel’s enemies the Nazis to discuss how to split up the rest of Israel hand over the Sudetenland in return for “peace.”

Adolf Hitler, once again making good use of the naivety of the appeasing clown Chamberlain, agrees to make the Sudetenland his “last territorial claim in Europe” and Chamberlain returns to London waving Hitler’s worthless promise around while promising “peace in our time.”

Shortly thereafter, Hitler annexes the Sudetenland and, in the spring of the next year, the rest of Czechoslovakia who, unable to defend herself after Chamberlain has handed over her best line of defense to their arch enemy, chooses surrender over certain annihilation and devastation.

Six months after that, Hitler invades Poland as well, beginning what would later be known as World War II.

“Peace in Our Time” indeed.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

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Against our better judgment, we’re going to try to bring this one back from the dead:

1547 — Miguel de Cervantes is born to no fanfare at all. As he grows older, he manages to get himself shot at the Battle of Lepanto and, while returning home to Spain, gets abducted by members of the Religion of Peace. Luckily for Miguel YouTube hasn’t been invented yet, so he and his brother eventually return to Spain with their heads still on their shoulders. Once home, he takes up a life long passion for exploring the seedier sides of life, working as a tax collector for a while. A promising career in income redistribution abruptly comes to an end when he’s caught keeping the stolen loot for himself and he’s sent to jail where he, stuck with nothing much else to do, gets the idea to write a book about a guy tilting at windmills, a book which is the only reason that anybody remembers him today.

1758 — Horatio Nelson, most known for repeatedly slapping the fwench around like little bitches (and the Spanish too, since Lord Nelson liked to have at least a bit of a challenge), is born. In 1798, he destroys the fwench fleet at the Battle of the Nile, stranding the Corsican midget in Egypt where he proceeds to work on his tan and study hieroglyphics. Most famous, however, is the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805 where he spots a numerically superior fwanco-Spanish fleet and, in keeping with the best British naval traditions, proceeds to knock the shit out of it. During the battle, a fwench sniper, in direct contradiction of fwench military tradition, decides to actually fire his weapon rather than just drop it and run away (perhaps he was a really poor swimmer?) and, even more unusual for a fwenchman, manages to hit something. Sadly, what he hits happens to be Lord Nelson who is mortally wounded, yet refuses to die until he has made sure that his forces won. That’s “Stiff Upper Lip” for you. Currently, he’s stuck on top of a column in London being shat on by pigeons 24/7, which should tell you all you need to know about how the Brits treat their heroes.

1862 — Union General Jefferson C. Davis, upset by a reprimand from his commanding officer, General William Nelson, promptly reacts in the only fashion that seems appropriate to him and shoots General Nelson. Thus fragging is invented. Thanks to the influence of Governor Morton of Indiana, a friend of General Davis’, Davis is never court-martialed, proving once again that you can do no wrong as long as you have the right connections.

1888 — Daimler Motor Company starts producing cars in the U.S. In order to confuse the fwench, they’re called “Mercedes”, named after a famous fwench prostitute. More than a hundred years later, no longer concerned with what the fwench think, Daimler buys out Chrysler and sticks to the name this time, although the cars continue to be called Mercedes. The fwench remain confused.

1913 — Rudolf Diesel, best known for having a foul-smelling organic fuel named after him, jumps off a cruiser in the English Channel and discovers, much to his dismay, that he can’t swim.

1918 — The Allies, after having sung about it for four years, finally manage to hang out their washing on the Siegfried (Hindenburg) Line. The 2,500,000 who have died getting the laundry ready can’t be reached for comment. Upon arrival, the Allies realize to their consternation that the Huns have run off with all of the washing lines, putting a much-needed cleanup on hold for another month and a half when, at long last, peace suddenly breaks out.

1939 — The socialists of Germany and the socialists of the U.S.S.R. divide Poland between them. Socialists in the U.S., exuberant at the news of Stalin’s Great Victory, decide that Mr. Hitler isn’t all that bad after all since he’s a friend of Uncle Joe’s now. Two years later, when Hitler invades the Soviet Union, the socialists here decide that they’ve been against Nazism all along. They maintain this claim to this day in spite of any facts to the contrary thrown at them.

1953 — The New Duranty Times, much to the confusion of its readers, publish an article claiming that Russians want freedom, private property and the right to not go to Siberia whenever the government decides to send them there. Among other things that the article shockingly reveals to be among the desires of citizens in the Workers’ Paradise are food at least once a week, clothes to wear, shoes and hot and cold running water. Strangely, only a few decades earlier, the same newspaper was proudly declaring that there was no famine in the U.S.S.R. and that nobody should pay attention to the piles of emaciated bodies behind the curtain. For this, they won a Pulitzer that they’re still very proud of. No, we don’t get it either.

1965 — Hanoi proclaims that downed U.S. pilots will be treated as war criminals. It turns out to be another lie, though. No U.S. pilot is subsequently given a commission in Ho Chi Minh’s army. Not that they’d have taken it anyway. Except for John Kerry, but he wasn’t a pilot and, on top of that, he never got close enough to the enemy to be captured.

1988 — Stacy Allison of Portland, Oregon, becomes the first American woman to reach the summit of Mount Everest, only to be left wondering what the Hell she went up there for and returning back down again. Hillary Clinton fondly remembers how her parents originally wanted to name her “Stacy” in honor of this womyn’s amazing achievement.

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As the gutless, traitorous surrender monkeys of the Dhimmicrat Party stumble all over themselves to try and launch a “unilateral pre-emptive strike” against the credibility of General Petraeus, the very general whom they unanimously voted for to lead the US military’s fight against the terrorists in Iraq, some people, who have actually traveled to the Middle East, have some bad news for them. Here’s one of them.

(Note: All emphasis mine—B.)

The Middle East is a place where Islamists — who are likely to turn out unfriendly to America no matter how moderate they seem — are on the rise, where regimes remain entrenched in their fear of change, and where internal and cross-border conflicts are more likely in the upcoming future than not. Iraq is the only country in which all these dangerous trends are in reverse — the fever had peaked and recovery is underway.

The Sunni insurgency in Iraq has been broken, and Al Qaeda is getting crushed; its remaining strength is being marshaled to visit retribution on those unsavory Sunni “renegades” who once worked with Al Qaeda and now have turned on it. Everyone likes a winner, and Al Qaeda is losing big.Interestingly, Al Qaeda’s front organization, the Islamic State of Iraq, had admitted in its last biweekly report — the 31st such report spanning the period between August 1 and August 15 — that it has had an 80% decrease in its violent output over the course of the last two months.

Yeah, Schmuck Schumer, you ass-licking bag of fuck-drippings, it’s all DESPITEthe inability of American forces to bring stability and security to Iraq“.

Just when the washed-up hippies of the 1960’s thought that they could re-live the (in)glorious days of their youth and, once again, snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, history decides to kick them squarely where their nuts would be, if they had any.

There’s MUCH more Good News™ from Iraq to make UpChuck & Harry Reid cry. Go read it.


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The wonders of Academic Asshattery never cease. Fortunately most of the good science coming from the halls of institutes of higher learning occurred before the mold set in and actual scientific principles was scrupulously followed, to wit: a hypothesis was formulated to explain a particularly consistent behavior (and the hypothesis may very well have multiple explanations) and published, permitting peers to review the work and after considerable debate your theory just might be determined to be sound science or you go back to square one and start over again. But that was yesteryear. Today scientific method involves 1) An agenda that absolutely, positively must be proven, without any variance from the intended result 2) Research (usually paid for by public funds) carefully screened or adjusted to meet the agenda requirements and 3) Immediate publishing of the research results to the public sans any careful peer review.

And thus, we get the following. Alleged scientifically produced evidence (i.e. hard proof) of something, even the author himself finds arguable. But don’t let that stop you from immediately concluding the agenda has been proven and now “settled” science.

Gay Unions Sanctioned in Medieval Europe

Civil unions between male couples existed around 600 years ago in medieval Europe, a historian now says.

A nice conclusive statement isn’t it? Surely there must be incontrovertible evidence of this right?

Historical evidence, including legal documents and gravesites, can be interpreted as supporting the prevalence of homosexual relationships hundreds of years ago, said Allan Tulchin of Shippensburg University in Pennsylvania.

No question whatsoever, homosexuality has been prevalent throughout much of history and well documented in some cases. However, other ‘new’ evidence that the author himself alludes that could be interpreted (differently) doesn’t fall into the category of proof of anything.

If accurate, the results indicate socially sanctioned same-sex unions are nothing new, nor were they taboo in the past.

Hold the presses there. The existence of a legal document in and of itself is no proof of a societal sanction. Our legal system routinely voids various documents, being outside established customs and laws. We’ve seen wills conveying the decedent’s estate to pets that were eventually overturned.

“Western family structures have been much more varied than many people today seem to realize,” Tulchin writes in the September issue of the Journal of Modern History. “And Western legal systems have in the past made provisions for a variety of household structures.”

Why yes, I do believe you are right there anyway. We’ve adjusted family structures for couples with children from previous marriages, adoptions, custody for other than immediate familial relatives and such.

For example, he found legal contracts from late medieval France that referred to the term “affrèrement,” roughly translated as brotherment. Similar contracts existed elsewhere in Mediterranean Europe, Tulchin said.

In the contract, the “brothers” pledged to live together sharing “un pain, un vin, et une bourse,” (that’s French for one bread, one wine and one purse). The “one purse” referred to the idea that all of the couple’s goods became joint property. Like marriage contracts, the “brotherments” had to be sworn before a notary and witnesses, Tulchin explained.

Let me toss some other possibilities into ‘your’ maybe it is true hypothesis here. Throughout the medieval period numerous brotherhoods and sisterhoods sprang up, often related to religious practices. The Templars are one group that comes to mind. They were known as the ‘Poor Knights’ upon their induction into the order, they took a pledge of poverty, transferred their wealth to the order and pledged allegiance to their fellow Templars as brothers. Females entering convents also took similar pledges of poverty, piety and fealty to the particular order. An unbiased observer might conclude that considering the relative popularity of various orders such as these just might include legal documentation of their vows. I just happen to be a Notary Public myself, the notaries of the time were generally scribes, just ordinary citizens that could read and write. A notarized document is merely certification that the signatory parties are who they say they are, the document was not signed under duress and the statements and facts therein are the truth. A notarized document does NOT make any conclusion whatsover, that in this case the ‘contract’ has legal validity. Hells Bells you could have a mafia “Hit Contract” notarized if you really wanted to.

The same type of legal contract of the time also could provide the foundation for a variety of non-nuclear households, including arrangements in which two or more biological brothers inherited the family home from their paents and would continue to live together, Tulchin said.

Go ahead, keep inserting your foot into your mouth even further. Why don’t you?

But non-relatives also used the contracts. In cases that involved single, unrelated men, Tulchin argues, these contracts provide “considerable evidence that the affrèrés were using affrèrements to formalize same-sex loving relationships.” [Emph Mine]

Possibly, but you’ve provided a lot of evidence to the contrary. But don’t let common sense stop you from drawing a conclusion supporting your agenda. I do notice that on the path to ‘proving’ your agenda, the use of a number of disclaimers emnating from your piehole.

The ins-and-outs of the medieval relationships are tricky at best to figure out.

Buuuuwwwwaaaaahhhhaaaaaa….You just can’t make this shit up. All those tricky ins-and-outs. No doubt Mr. Tulchin has explored every possible combination of said activities.

“I suspect that some of these relationships were sexual, while others may not have been,” Tulchin said. “It is impossible to prove either way and probably also somewhat irrelevant to understanding their way of thinking. They loved each other, and the community accepted that.” [Emph Mine Yet Again]

Backpedal, cover your ass and proceed you ass-hatted academic chancre. If you take a look at most current religious orders, we are taught to view one another as brother and sisters in faith and with love. You know that pesky Bible book, that some of us plebes actually read, understand and believe in, tell us to do exactly that. It’s not an argument for homosexual love, you simpering, booger-eater.

Do keep on digging, just don’t mind if we piss in your hole from time to time.

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