Comments on: Another GTL Guest Column: “An Epidemic of Military Imposters” — By Steve Robinson http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150 Slightly Left Of Center... But Always On Target!!! Thu, 09 Sep 2010 17:51:21 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: 52Gunner http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50673 52Gunner Fri, 08 Jan 2010 17:56:37 +0000 http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50673 <a href="#comment-50577" rel="nofollow">@Steve Robinson</a>, Methinks Aaron has diarrhea of the mouuth! @Steve Robinson,

Methinks Aaron has diarrhea of the mouuth!

]]> By: Powervet http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50600 Powervet Mon, 04 Jan 2010 20:57:29 +0000 http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50600 <a href="#comment-50553" rel="nofollow">@aaron</a>, Huh? @aaron,

Huh?

]]> By: Steve Robinson http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50577 Steve Robinson Sun, 03 Jan 2010 15:14:44 +0000 http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50577 <a href="#comment-50570" rel="nofollow">@aaron</a>, Exactly HOW does your endless word-spew (lacking both punctuation and paragraph breaks), written about drunkards, flower children, and boxing matches, have ANYTHING WHATSOEVER to do with the subject of MILITARY IMPOSTERS? How do these offerings contribute to the discussion of why people undertake to impersonate military veterans? How do these rambling diatribes contribute to an understanding of their motivation, or a possible solution to the problem? What you're offering here is nothing more than a random drive-by WORD SHOOTING... on full automatic... without any concern for the citizenry in the area! @aaron, Exactly HOW does your endless word-spew (lacking both punctuation and paragraph breaks), written about drunkards, flower children, and boxing matches, have ANYTHING WHATSOEVER to do with the subject of MILITARY IMPOSTERS? How do these offerings contribute to the discussion of why people undertake to impersonate military veterans? How do these rambling diatribes contribute to an understanding of their motivation, or a possible solution to the problem?

What you’re offering here is nothing more than a random drive-by WORD SHOOTING… on full automatic… without any concern for the citizenry in the area!

]]> By: aaron http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50570 aaron Sun, 03 Jan 2010 03:59:42 +0000 http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50570 Next i would like to tell you the story of my involvement in the offensive Operation Beat A Flower Child 1 and Operation Beat A Flower Child 2,although im am not proud of my involvement and am disgusted with my parcipitation in the mission,you guys might find it amusing and reccomend me for a meddle for it,however i would have to refuse.Im telling you the events of Operations Beat A Flower Child 1 and Operation Beat A Child 2 because I want to shed some light to the different cultures of militants and opposers of the draft,to enlighten people of the mindset of the times and the battles that were fought back here during so called peace time after the repulsion of the draft and the end of the vietnam war.I grew up in a suburban neighborhood all the kids on the block played together.Like i told you earlier my father was a hardcore drunk veteran and i was scared of him i did what he told me or i would get beat.There was this kid who lived across the street and his family were i guess you would say hippies probably war protesters.The father had long hair and played guitar in a band and there were always people comin and goin men with long hair and stuff,these were some wild lookin people.And dad strictly forbid me from goin over to that house i could go over other kids house but not this kids.I think the kids mom was probably pretty attractive though i didnt pay much attention to that though cause i was just a kid you know.But knowin my father i can figure it out now yeah she was probably good lookin i remember she had long blond hair.I remember my father tellin my mother why dont you see what tammy i think her name was doin see if she can come over.But my father would never allow mother to go across the street either but anyway due to the friendship of my mother and this kids mother i was allowed to play with this kid but only in our yard now i could go to other kids houses and so could he but we were not allowed to go to his house.Now this kid was a little different he had a little bit longer hair you might say he was a little effemenin,he was a good kid but the kind of kid we would all of called a woos back then.Well I want to try to explain to you some of the difference in cultures back then especially the language.The hippies used lots of phrases that were not familar to my dads generation or he could not comprehend,like far out man,or way cool man,or im hip to that man,or heayh dude.And this kid grew up with these words and as i hung out with him i began to pick them up.And the one word that just triggered of my father one day was neato.Well my father was an insane drunk at times and this was like a saturday or sunday and he had been drinkin most the day,and at somepoint during the day as me and him were talkin the phrase neato dude slipped out,well my father just went ballistic yellin at were did you learn that word and i dont want you speakin that jibberish in my house and what does it mean.Well i tried to explain neato means like nice or somethin and dude means like guy.And my father was pretty paranoid to all this hippie free love stuff he thought they was all gay or somethin plus he was pretty drunk and irrationally out of his mind.Well my father took it as the kid was gay and was tryin to pick up on me.Lookin back though i dont think the kid was gay we was only 9 or 10 at the time,the kid was just a little you know wimpy.But my father was convinced in his drunken mind that somethin had to be done and i had to obey my father or he would beat me.Well my father forced me to call this kid over and as he watched and supervised he commanded me to pummell this kid i didnt want to but i feared if i didnt my father would beat me.Well this kid being a peace child he just took it and i wooped him pretty hard i had to my father was watchin me.I felt a lot of guilt but i was pretty much a confused child influenced by my drunk veterans rationale.I start with that to lay the ground work to Operation Beat A Flower Child 2.A mission though im not proud of now in which i rose to a rank of a commanding officer maybe a 1st sarge or something.There was a kid at the end of the street and he was a year younger than us,but i was allowed to go down there cause his dad was deemed respectable by my father i dont know if he had any military experience but he had a job he was more like a cowboy or somethin he had a lot of cattle out in the country and often he would take me with his son to work the cattle,he was probably about the only real good male influence i ever had growin up i never seen this guy yell at his son or drunk although i seen him drink a beer or 2 every now and then.Anyhow gettin back to the mission i dont know what my rationale was concerning Operation Beat A Flower Child 2 was i think it was motivated by guilt and that if i could get someone else to join in on the endeavor it might make it more exceptable and relieve some of the guilt i had.I now conspired with my younger friend down the street that he had to beat this kid cause he was a homo and if he did not i would beat him.Hence we headed up the street and Operation Beat A Flower Chid 2 set in motion as my younger friend began the beating the other child as i watched and gave commands and the kid once again just laid there and took it.I have to admit i did feel powerful at the time,but the final result of Operation Beat A Flower Chid 2 did not relieve my guilt as i had thought it would. The End Next i would like to tell you the story of my involvement in the offensive Operation Beat A Flower Child 1 and Operation Beat A Flower Child 2,although im am not proud of my involvement and am disgusted with my parcipitation in the mission,you guys might find it amusing and reccomend me for a meddle for it,however i would have to refuse.Im telling you the events of Operations Beat A Flower Child 1 and Operation Beat A Child 2 because I want to shed some light to the different cultures of militants and opposers of the draft,to enlighten people of the mindset of the times and the battles that were fought back here during so called peace time after the repulsion of the draft and the end of the vietnam war.I grew up in a suburban neighborhood all the kids on the block played together.Like i told you earlier my father was a hardcore drunk veteran and i was scared of him i did what he told me or i would get beat.There was this kid who lived across the street and his family were i guess you would say hippies probably war protesters.The father had long hair and played guitar in a band and there were always people comin and goin men with long hair and stuff,these were some wild lookin people.And dad strictly forbid me from goin over to that house i could go over other kids house but not this kids.I think the kids mom was probably pretty attractive though i didnt pay much attention to that though cause i was just a kid you know.But knowin my father i can figure it out now yeah she was probably good lookin i remember she had long blond hair.I remember my father tellin my mother why dont you see what tammy i think her name was doin see if she can come over.But my father would never allow mother to go across the street either but anyway due to the friendship of my mother and this kids mother i was allowed to play with this kid but only in our yard now i could go to other kids houses and so could he but we were not allowed to go to his house.Now this kid was a little different he had a little bit longer hair you might say he was a little effemenin,he was a good kid but the kind of kid we would all of called a woos back then.Well I want to try to explain to you some of the difference in cultures back then especially the language.The hippies used lots of phrases that were not familar to my dads generation or he could not comprehend,like far out man,or way cool man,or im hip to that man,or heayh dude.And this kid grew up with these words and as i hung out with him i began to pick them up.And the one word that just triggered of my father one day was neato.Well my father was an insane drunk at times and this was like a saturday or sunday and he had been drinkin most the day,and at somepoint during the day as me and him were talkin the phrase neato dude slipped out,well my father just went ballistic yellin at were did you learn that word and i dont want you speakin that jibberish in my house and what does it mean.Well i tried to explain neato means like nice or somethin and dude means like guy.And my father was pretty paranoid to all this hippie free love stuff he thought they was all gay or somethin plus he was pretty drunk and irrationally out of his mind.Well my father took it as the kid was gay and was tryin to pick up on me.Lookin back though i dont think the kid was gay we was only 9 or 10 at the time,the kid was just a little you know wimpy.But my father was convinced in his drunken mind that somethin had to be done and i had to obey my father or he would beat me.Well my father forced me to call this kid over and as he watched and supervised he commanded me to pummell this kid i didnt want to but i feared if i didnt my father would beat me.Well this kid being a peace child he just took it and i wooped him pretty hard i had to my father was watchin me.I felt a lot of guilt but i was pretty much a confused child influenced by my drunk veterans rationale.I start with that to lay the ground work to Operation Beat A Flower Child 2.A mission though im not proud of now in which i rose to a rank of a commanding officer maybe a 1st sarge or something.There was a kid at the end of the street and he was a year younger than us,but i was allowed to go down there cause his dad was deemed respectable by my father i dont know if he had any military experience but he had a job he was more like a cowboy or somethin he had a lot of cattle out in the country and often he would take me with his son to work the cattle,he was probably about the only real good male influence i ever had growin up i never seen this guy yell at his son or drunk although i seen him drink a beer or 2 every now and then.Anyhow gettin back to the mission i dont know what my rationale was concerning Operation Beat A Flower Child 2 was i think it was motivated by guilt and that if i could get someone else to join in on the endeavor it might make it more exceptable and relieve some of the guilt i had.I now conspired with my younger friend down the street that he had to beat this kid cause he was a homo and if he did not i would beat him.Hence we headed up the street and Operation Beat A Flower Chid 2 set in motion as my younger friend began the beating the other child as i watched and gave commands and the kid once again just laid there and took it.I have to admit i did feel powerful at the time,but the final result of Operation Beat A Flower Chid 2 did not relieve my guilt as i had thought it would. The End

]]> By: Doomed http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50563 Doomed Sun, 03 Jan 2010 00:28:09 +0000 http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50563 <a href="#comment-50558" rel="nofollow">@Steve Robinson</a>, One Word. PARAGRAPHS!!! @Steve Robinson, One Word.

PARAGRAPHS!!!

]]> By: aaron http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50562 aaron Sun, 03 Jan 2010 00:26:18 +0000 http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50562 Ill tell you a story Mr. Robinson of one of my first expriences with hand to hand combat,its a story that needs to be told.I can see by your years of service in the 70s you would be familiar with the times i speak of but some of the younger vets that are soon to return need to know if not for their sake but for the sake of their children.I name this epic postvietnam battle epic "The Smoker Rings".As i have grown older some of the events I did not understand through the eyes of a child growing up in the 70s have become more apparent as I gathered insight on some of the events that took place of in my life at which time i wasnt old enough to understand what was going on in the minds of others.Do you Mr. Robinson remember the Muhhamed Ali vs. George Fraizer fights.It was quite an event at the time.I saw these fights through the eyes of a child not understanding all of the political implications to them,this fight was much more than just a boxing match.I didnt know what a draft was, i didnt know where vietnam, didnt know who malcom x was, the black panthers. I didnt understand the thought process of my drunk veteran fathers political standings.All i knew was Ali was the greatest boxer i had ever seen.Ali was flamboyant when he talked at the interviews everyone laughed, Frazier was dull,Ali would taunt frazier.And when Ali was in the ring he just floated like he was walkin on air he just moved like poetry and his punches were like lightning and precise it was something to watch.George Frazier was a dull fighter to watch.And from what i saw Muhammed Ali was the greatest boxer of all time.Now Frazier and Ali fought 2 or 3 times And i cant remember who won 2 outa 3 and frazier even broke Ali's jaw onetime.But on the night of the Battle of The Smoker Rings Ali won the fight.Some of the things i now understand which i didnt at the time i want to shed some light on.Muhammed Ali was a conscietious objector to the vietnam war and .George Frazier was a army veteran and there was a lot of military pride ridin on this fight.My father a veteran with a tendency to drink he never paid me much attention.However on the night of The Battle of The Smoker Rings he says come on son we are going to watch a boxing match on T.V. the whole world was watchin this fight you have to remember back then there were only 3 channels.The fights back then were 15 rounds and a good boxin match would last a couple of hours which you could imagine would give my father enough time to consume quite a lot of alcoholic beverages i think i ran to the refridgerator 15 times that night between each round to get him a beer.My father was pretty calm during most of the boxing match but you could feel the anger rising in him as the fight continued on.He would ask me who are you for of course I said Ali he was exciting to watch he was the better fighter it was hard not to get excited watchin ali and i would holler out with a childs excitement get him ali get him ,and he was just pickin fraizer apart he was doin the shuffle and the round about and frazier would just keep walkin foward into it real dull like.My father just remained calm and would say just you wait frazier is going to get him.Well ali won the fight my father full of rage and his judgement impaired by the amount of alcohol,which i also latter came to understand, decides its time to teach me to box.What I latter came to realize he wasnt only angry cause the fighter he chose lost most of the anger he had was fomented by the whole war protest in general and he took it out on me that night.I can remember my mother hollerin leave him alone jerry hes just a boy but he had and an excuse he was teachin me to fight the boy needs to learn how to fight,hell i wasnt old enuff to tie my own shoe.He was drunk he would stand me up and say now you look me in the eye and dont you ever take your eye off of mine that way you can see everything.You see all this fancy stuff over here with my right hand like ali does of course i would look then he would smack me and say i told you not to look keep your eyes on mine and then pick me up i was pretty confused tramatized i couldnt keep up with what he was tryin to show me or even understand why he was tryin to show me.I was dealin with a drunk veteran father in full rage you want to pin a medal on him for that victory go ahead.Why i tittled this epic The Smoker Rings all culminates in a drunken vet who just after beatin the crap out of his son pulls out his navy yearbook its a book the navy puts out like a high school yearbook memorabilia with all the pictures of the guys who servrd during that time the title on that book is The smoker rings .He also hit me with that book several times that night hollerin you see this you see these pictures i did not serve my country for some draft dodgin objector to come in an change his name to a muslim and hell he was so drunk and incoherent you couldnt make know sense of what he was trying to say.All i know is a was traumatized of that book as it sat on the shelf next to the encyclopedias i used to just steer away from it in fear i really never comprehended anything about that night until some 20 or 30 years latter.But even now the thought of the sight of that book rekindles fear in me.I cried myself to sleep that night and the one thing that confided me through that night was that Muhammed Ali did win that fight and he was the greatest fighter ever whether he was a draft dodger or not. Ill tell you a story Mr. Robinson of one of my first expriences with hand to hand combat,its a story that needs to be told.I can see by your years of service in the 70s you would be familiar with the times i speak of but some of the younger vets that are soon to return need to know if not for their sake but for the sake of their children.I name this epic postvietnam battle epic “The Smoker Rings”.As i have grown older some of the events I did not understand through the eyes of a child growing up in the 70s have become more apparent as I gathered insight on some of the events that took place of in my life at which time i wasnt old enough to understand what was going on in the minds of others.Do you Mr. Robinson remember the Muhhamed Ali vs. George Fraizer fights.It was quite an event at the time.I saw these fights through the eyes of a child not understanding all of the political implications to them,this fight was much more than just a boxing match.I didnt know what a draft was, i didnt know where vietnam, didnt know who malcom x was, the black panthers. I didnt understand the thought process of my drunk veteran fathers political standings.All i knew was Ali was the greatest boxer i had ever seen.Ali was flamboyant when he talked at the interviews everyone laughed, Frazier was dull,Ali would taunt frazier.And when Ali was in the ring he just floated like he was walkin on air he just moved like poetry and his punches were like lightning and precise it was something to watch.George Frazier was a dull fighter to watch.And from what i saw Muhammed Ali was the greatest boxer of all time.Now Frazier and Ali fought 2 or 3 times And i cant remember who won 2 outa 3 and frazier even broke Ali’s jaw onetime.But on the night of the Battle of The Smoker Rings Ali won the fight.Some of the things i now understand which i didnt at the time i want to shed some light on.Muhammed Ali was a conscietious objector to the vietnam war and .George Frazier was a army veteran and there was a lot of military pride ridin on this fight.My father a veteran with a tendency to drink he never paid me much attention.However on the night of The Battle of The Smoker Rings he says come on son we are going to watch a boxing match on T.V. the whole world was watchin this fight you have to remember back then there were only 3 channels.The fights back then were 15 rounds and a good boxin match would last a couple of hours which you could imagine would give my father enough time to consume quite a lot of alcoholic beverages i think i ran to the refridgerator 15 times that night between each round to get him a beer.My father was pretty calm during most of the boxing match but you could feel the anger rising in him as the fight continued on.He would ask me who are you for of course I said Ali he was exciting to watch he was the better fighter it was hard not to get excited watchin ali and i would holler out with a childs excitement get him ali get him ,and he was just pickin fraizer apart he was doin the shuffle and the round about and frazier would just keep walkin foward into it real dull like.My father just remained calm and would say just you wait frazier is going to get him.Well ali won the fight my father full of rage and his judgement impaired by the amount of alcohol,which i also latter came to understand, decides its time to teach me to box.What I latter came to realize he wasnt only angry cause the fighter he chose lost most of the anger he had was fomented by the whole war protest in general and he took it out on me that night.I can remember my mother hollerin leave him alone jerry hes just a boy but he had and an excuse he was teachin me to fight the boy needs to learn how to fight,hell i wasnt old enuff to tie my own shoe.He was drunk he would stand me up and say now you look me in the eye and dont you ever take your eye off of mine that way you can see everything.You see all this fancy stuff over here with my right hand like ali does of course i would look then he would smack me and say i told you not to look keep your eyes on mine and then pick me up i was pretty confused tramatized i couldnt keep up with what he was tryin to show me or even understand why he was tryin to show me.I was dealin with a drunk veteran father in full rage you want to pin a medal on him for that victory go ahead.Why i tittled this epic The Smoker Rings all culminates in a drunken vet who just after beatin the crap out of his son pulls out his navy yearbook its a book the navy puts out like a high school yearbook memorabilia with all the pictures of the guys who servrd during that time the title on that book is The smoker rings .He also hit me with that book several times that night hollerin you see this you see these pictures i did not serve my country for some draft dodgin objector to come in an change his name to a muslim and hell he was so drunk and incoherent you couldnt make know sense of what he was trying to say.All i know is a was traumatized of that book as it sat on the shelf next to the encyclopedias i used to just steer away from it in fear i really never comprehended anything about that night until some 20 or 30 years latter.But even now the thought of the sight of that book rekindles fear in me.I cried myself to sleep that night and the one thing that confided me through that night was that Muhammed Ali did win that fight and he was the greatest fighter ever whether he was a draft dodger or not.

]]> By: Steve Robinson http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50558 Steve Robinson Sat, 02 Jan 2010 12:42:22 +0000 http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50558 <a href="#comment-50556" rel="nofollow">@1SG in Iraq</a>, and thank YOU for brightening my day with your response, Sarg! Especially the "WE ARE WATCHING" But now you've gone and let the cat out of the bag, and now Mr. Aaron will know for certain that his place is being watched and regularly/systematically searched for contraband. He's liable to get all paranoid, and stay up nights peeking through the curtains to see who might be sneaking around his place. Again... thanks for brightening my day, mate. Happy New Year! Stay low, go slow, and always hold a tight front-sight picture! @1SG in Iraq, and thank YOU for brightening my day with your response, Sarg! Especially the “WE ARE WATCHING” But now you’ve gone and let the cat out of the bag, and now Mr. Aaron will know for certain that his place is being watched and regularly/systematically searched for contraband. He’s liable to get all paranoid, and stay up nights peeking through the curtains to see who might be sneaking around his place.

Again… thanks for brightening my day, mate. Happy New Year! Stay low, go slow, and always hold a tight front-sight picture!

]]> By: 1SG in Iraq http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50556 1SG in Iraq Sat, 02 Jan 2010 09:52:54 +0000 http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50556 <a href="#comment-50553" rel="nofollow">@aaron</a>,Mr. Aaron, Thank you for the comedic story that had NOTHING to do with the discussion or article. I can tell you that we (the US militants over here in Iraq) truly appreciate the time you took to brighten our day. Increase your current medication! 1SG in Iraq P.S. Oh yeah, “WE ARE WATCHING YOU!!!!”… @aaron,Mr. Aaron,

Thank you for the comedic story that had NOTHING to do with the discussion or article. I can tell you that we (the US militants over here in Iraq) truly appreciate the time you took to brighten our day.
Increase your current medication!
1SG in Iraq
P.S. Oh yeah, “WE ARE WATCHING YOU!!!!”…

]]> By: aaron http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50553 aaron Sat, 02 Jan 2010 03:14:23 +0000 http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50553 Yeah, Blah Blah Blah another veteran wants to start another organization where everyone bows down and worships him and hes an elete citizen with privileges.You cant just go around demanding respect and honor and get it.My father was a veteran he was also a drunk a child abuser and wife beater and he often got away with it due to his veteran status.I dont think just because you were in the military you get a free pass at least not from me,you got to earn that on a daily bases.Concerning imposters what is criteria for being a veteran.Im 41 yrs old and i got 20 yr olds orderin me around i think you ought to be at least old enuff to drink and be ought of diapers before you go claimin veteran status.And concerning the numbers to me if you grew up in a period of war you could consider yourself a veteran even if you were not in the military i grew up during the vietnam conflict i was too young to serve but i can tell you there was a lot of fighting going on here stateside also it got pretty close to a civil war at times,there was pretty much a war over the draft.And the people who opposed the draft won that war not the military so i guess you could consider the opposer of the draft veterans as well.Now i dont want no awards or recognition or anything i just want to share my experiences of how i have seen the war go down over the last 20 yrs.Like i stated vietnam was a failed experiment and the protesors won or so they thought.The militants had to repel the draft and bring the troops home,but the hardcore militants were pod,and the potesters let their guard down thinking the war was over.Many protesters had problems with drugs and everyone loved the music of the era but heay its peace time now we can finally relax.In 1974 Nixon started the Drug War the protesters who had repelled the draft didnt see it comin,The hardline militants who had suffered embarrasment in vietnam now pursued the protestors with a vengence.I myself never served there was a so called period of peace from about 74-90,but dont tell me i aint seen combat.We really thought the war was over it took me about 20 yrs to finally figure out these guys were actually pursuing us just because we oppossed them,I mean when you are constantly hounded and arrested all the time for stupid stuff the lightbulb finally goes off ding whats going on here.Now im not a big time marijuana smoker or anything I recreationally smoked some back in high school but i never inhaled,but you got to remember up until 74 it was legal.I have witnessed firsthand how the militants have taken away and restricted every right in the bill of rights,i have witnessed how they have systemactically dismantled americas freedom.It was little things hardly anyone would notice but they are laws that are for your own good.There used to not be a law against drinking and drivin then all the sudden there was you had to swerve though for them to have the right to pull you over but they couldnt search the car without a warrant.Im tellin you this cause many of you veterans are not old enuff to remeber.Up until around 76 or 78 there was not a speed limit for your car on the highway if your car could do a 100 mph you could.They changed that so now you think if i drive 55 and dont swerve im ok,but if i swerve or do over 55 and now if they smell anything they have the right to search under this new probable cause law.Even that wasnt good enuff sometime in the 80s they started the seatbelt law, i could go on and on.But basically nowits totally excepted that you can be pulled over at anytime and searched for no reason.I dont want to even start on the patriot act under the patriot act law enforcement can come into your home or place of business while you are not present while you are at walmart or work and search just like they do the prisons.How did we get to this point in america.When did the cops start showing up at the schools brainwashin the children to tell on their parents,When did i lose the right for a cop to know who i even am by just running my tag on my vehicle.Ill tell you a combat story at the start of the 1st gulf war i was just a regular workin joe opossed to war not to bright though my father had some land veteran land of course hes a veteran well times were tuff he said why dont you come stay with me for awhile i dont know why i fell for it we had never gotten along.With in a matter of days the sherrif attacked and i fought and i fought hard to no avail as i was over outnumbered i fought cause i didnt no why they were after me.Well they beat me up pretty good hog tied me i went through torture cells eletroshock,sedative medications interrogations hypnosis and staightjackets leg shackles you name it they really rewired me.I was finally released but i was shellshocked.Now ill skip over all the stuff in between cause there were many battles and skirmishes between the fisrt gulf war when i was 22 yrs old and the second which occured in my 30s i was 34 or something.I want to fast foward to 2001 and you tell me if you thank or suppose coincidence or not.I was gettin by ok and had been pretty much avoiding my family out of the blue my father starts callin me and hes turned his life over to god and wants to get to know me better like i said i struggle financially but i was getting by but he starts offering to put my own trailer on the land,I had not seen my mother in 10 yrs I fell for it again.Yeah i was a little concerned about 911 but i figure im in my mid 30s im to old for service ill probably be out of this one.With in a matter of days the sherrif laid siege once again except one of the deputies i knew was a texas national guard cause he was dating my sister,well it was a battle royal and they won again and i went through the whole rewiring procees again,coincidence?Finally it all added up it all clicked what i had unbeknownst finally became aparent,these militants have and are and will continue to be at war with me who woulda thought i mean this was my own family.Well presently things changed a little i finally met a wife who believe it or not has went through similar situations although left sterile and infertile purposely or not by the systematic tortures we live a pretty good life,if you could witness how god provides for us it would make you a believer how he provides for us,I mean the militants are always shutin my income downin the workplace but ive had relitively little money and been shut off in the workplace and then god multiplies an investment 10 times or somethin its somethin only god could have done i mean i bought a lota gold at 400 anoz yrs ago and silver i dabble in the currency markets,my wife did this one investment that just multiplyed 100 times over and we are pretty much set for life if we play it close to the hilt.I mean the militants just got to be plum frusterated when they see these financial happenings right in their face the only way for them to stop it is to shut the free markets down but heayh that could be their next move.No one would sell us a house until this one guy offered us one,i suspected he was a militant but i guess they need money too and lisa wanted the house,a couple of days latter the neighbor the nicest friendliest man you ever meet if i can help you in any way just let me know an older veteran 50s or so,well i didnt realize you know how they put the noose around you,but every day can i help you in anyway good neighbor by the way im a veteran da da da,i mean just bein a smart alec,across the way a guy sits a younger 20s or so guy with a militant haircut never says anything which is good cause i told the old vet not to even step in my yard cause thats my american right right?Well we are all dressed in civliann clothes rightbut the young vet who never says anything has too huge german shepard dope or bomb sniffin dogs he keeps pinned up and then runs them throgh my yard at night or when im not here,i seen their tracks,i ve came home on several ocassions or awoken from sleep with my doors wide open nuthin in the house missin but as if somone has a key or somethin and theres the old vet in my yard wavin at me and smilin at me and i can see right through it you can see him thinkin i got you now sucker but he say heayh good neighbor you need any help today.Its like livin under martial law and they are sayin they fought for our freedom.A 100 years from now history will be retold america used to be a free country but the militants took it over a turned it into a prison nation,maybe democracy will spring up in a new nation and the story of the american pow will be told.Until then me and my wife continue to dig in a few more financial blessings from god and a little more time and we hope will have the resources and means to maybe seek out a new land of democracy freedom you never know maybe god will lead us.To sum it up i care more about freedom than someones veteran status if you aint free your better off on the pow side. Yeah, Blah Blah Blah another veteran wants to start another organization where everyone bows down and worships him and hes an elete citizen with privileges.You cant just go around demanding respect and honor and get it.My father was a veteran he was also a drunk a child abuser and wife beater and he often got away with it due to his veteran status.I dont think just because you were in the military you get a free pass at least not from me,you got to earn that on a daily bases.Concerning imposters what is criteria for being a veteran.Im 41 yrs old and i got 20 yr olds orderin me around i think you ought to be at least old enuff to drink and be ought of diapers before you go claimin veteran status.And concerning the numbers to me if you grew up in a period of war you could consider yourself a veteran even if you were not in the military i grew up during the vietnam conflict i was too young to serve but i can tell you there was a lot of fighting going on here stateside also it got pretty close to a civil war at times,there was pretty much a war over the draft.And the people who opposed the draft won that war not the military so i guess you could consider the opposer of the draft veterans as well.Now i dont want no awards or recognition or anything i just want to share my experiences of how i have seen the war go down over the last 20 yrs.Like i stated vietnam was a failed experiment and the protesors won or so they thought.The militants had to repel the draft and bring the troops home,but the hardcore militants were pod,and the potesters let their guard down thinking the war was over.Many protesters had problems with drugs and everyone loved the music of the era but heay its peace time now we can finally relax.In 1974 Nixon started the Drug War the protesters who had repelled the draft didnt see it comin,The hardline militants who had suffered embarrasment in vietnam now pursued the protestors with a vengence.I myself never served there was a so called period of peace from about 74-90,but dont tell me i aint seen combat.We really thought the war was over it took me about 20 yrs to finally figure out these guys were actually pursuing us just because we oppossed them,I mean when you are constantly hounded and arrested all the time for stupid stuff the lightbulb finally goes off ding whats going on here.Now im not a big time marijuana smoker or anything I recreationally smoked some back in high school but i never inhaled,but you got to remember up until 74 it was legal.I have witnessed firsthand how the militants have taken away and restricted every right in the bill of rights,i have witnessed how they have systemactically dismantled americas freedom.It was little things hardly anyone would notice but they are laws that are for your own good.There used to not be a law against drinking and drivin then all the sudden there was you had to swerve though for them to have the right to pull you over but they couldnt search the car without a warrant.Im tellin you this cause many of you veterans are not old enuff to remeber.Up until around 76 or 78 there was not a speed limit for your car on the highway if your car could do a 100 mph you could.They changed that so now you think if i drive 55 and dont swerve im ok,but if i swerve or do over 55 and now if they smell anything they have the right to search under this new probable cause law.Even that wasnt good enuff sometime in the 80s they started the seatbelt law, i could go on and on.But basically nowits totally excepted that you can be pulled over at anytime and searched for no reason.I dont want to even start on the patriot act under the patriot act law enforcement can come into your home or place of business while you are not present while you are at walmart or work and search just like they do the prisons.How did we get to this point in america.When did the cops start showing up at the schools brainwashin the children to tell on their parents,When did i lose the right for a cop to know who i even am by just running my tag on my vehicle.Ill tell you a combat story at the start of the 1st gulf war i was just a regular workin joe opossed to war not to bright though my father had some land veteran land of course hes a veteran well times were tuff he said why dont you come stay with me for awhile i dont know why i fell for it we had never gotten along.With in a matter of days the sherrif attacked and i fought and i fought hard to no avail as i was over outnumbered i fought cause i didnt no why they were after me.Well they beat me up pretty good hog tied me i went through torture cells eletroshock,sedative medications interrogations hypnosis and staightjackets leg shackles you name it they really rewired me.I was finally released but i was shellshocked.Now ill skip over all the stuff in between cause there were many battles and skirmishes between the fisrt gulf war when i was 22 yrs old and the second which occured in my 30s i was 34 or something.I want to fast foward to 2001 and you tell me if you thank or suppose coincidence or not.I was gettin by ok and had been pretty much avoiding my family out of the blue my father starts callin me and hes turned his life over to god and wants to get to know me better like i said i struggle financially but i was getting by but he starts offering to put my own trailer on the land,I had not seen my mother in 10 yrs I fell for it again.Yeah i was a little concerned about 911 but i figure im in my mid 30s im to old for service ill probably be out of this one.With in a matter of days the sherrif laid siege once again except one of the deputies i knew was a texas national guard cause he was dating my sister,well it was a battle royal and they won again and i went through the whole rewiring procees again,coincidence?Finally it all added up it all clicked what i had unbeknownst finally became aparent,these militants have and are and will continue to be at war with me who woulda thought i mean this was my own family.Well presently things changed a little i finally met a wife who believe it or not has went through similar situations although left sterile and infertile purposely or not by the systematic tortures we live a pretty good life,if you could witness how god provides for us it would make you a believer how he provides for us,I mean the militants are always shutin my income downin the workplace but ive had relitively little money and been shut off in the workplace and then god multiplies an investment 10 times or somethin its somethin only god could have done i mean i bought a lota gold at 400 anoz yrs ago and silver i dabble in the currency markets,my wife did this one investment that just multiplyed 100 times over and we are pretty much set for life if we play it close to the hilt.I mean the militants just got to be plum frusterated when they see these financial happenings right in their face the only way for them to stop it is to shut the free markets down but heayh that could be their next move.No one would sell us a house until this one guy offered us one,i suspected he was a militant but i guess they need money too and lisa wanted the house,a couple of days latter the neighbor the nicest friendliest man you ever meet if i can help you in any way just let me know an older veteran 50s or so,well i didnt realize you know how they put the noose around you,but every day can i help you in anyway good neighbor by the way im a veteran da da da,i mean just bein a smart alec,across the way a guy sits a younger 20s or so guy with a militant haircut never says anything which is good cause i told the old vet not to even step in my yard cause thats my american right right?Well we are all dressed in civliann clothes rightbut the young vet who never says anything has too huge german shepard dope or bomb sniffin dogs he keeps pinned up and then runs them throgh my yard at night or when im not here,i seen their tracks,i ve came home on several ocassions or awoken from sleep with my doors wide open nuthin in the house missin but as if somone has a key or somethin and theres the old vet in my yard wavin at me and smilin at me and i can see right through it you can see him thinkin i got you now sucker but he say heayh good neighbor you need any help today.Its like livin under martial law and they are sayin they fought for our freedom.A 100 years from now history will be retold america used to be a free country but the militants took it over a turned it into a prison nation,maybe democracy will spring up in a new nation and the story of the american pow will be told.Until then me and my wife continue to dig in a few more financial blessings from god and a little more time and we hope will have the resources and means to maybe seek out a new land of democracy freedom you never know maybe god will lead us.To sum it up i care more about freedom than someones veteran status if you aint free your better off on the pow side.

]]> By: Steve Robinson http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50496 Steve Robinson Tue, 29 Dec 2009 16:12:54 +0000 http://guntotingliberal.com/?p=7150#comment-50496 <a href="#comment-50489" rel="nofollow">@1SG in Iraq</a>, Thank you for your kind words. As I told Joe Lovell (above)... "As for the article… feel free to share it with others, but please include my “by line” credit. Better yet, send your mates the link to this GTL page" My own point of view is that the politicians from both major parties are so completely wrapped around the axle trying to get the best bacon-wrapped legislation for their own districts/regions, while bickering and back-biting anyone from the other side of the aisle, and are simultaneously doing their level best to feather their own nests. It seems unlikely, therefore, that any of them will bother to pay much attention to someone sending them my lengthy article, or a link to the article... but I certainly wish you the very best in your efforts. The best I can really hope for is that those citizens interested in casting a meaningful vote in this year's elections will read my article, and then examine the candidates on the ballot for evidence of anyone supporting such measures as I describe. I doubt any will be found... but it's always worth a look. I have my own complex opinions on politics and politicians, but this blog/comment section isn't the place or the time to offer those lengthy thoughts. The only sentiment I will share is that I intend to vote against any/all incumbants, no matter which party they represent. I think we need to pull the rug from under all of the "professional politicians" and get back to the idea of "citizens serving the people". If my article inspires others to petition their local/state politicos then I'm proud to be a part of that effort. Thank you for your service in uniform. Watch your back, brother! *hand salute* @1SG in Iraq, Thank you for your kind words. As I told Joe Lovell (above)… “As for the article… feel free to share it with others, but please include my “by line” credit. Better yet, send your mates the link to this GTL page”

My own point of view is that the politicians from both major parties are so completely wrapped around the axle trying to get the best bacon-wrapped legislation for their own districts/regions, while bickering and back-biting anyone from the other side of the aisle, and are simultaneously doing their level best to feather their own nests. It seems unlikely, therefore, that any of them will bother to pay much attention to someone sending them my lengthy article, or a link to the article… but I certainly wish you the very best in your efforts.

The best I can really hope for is that those citizens interested in casting a meaningful vote in this year’s elections will read my article, and then examine the candidates on the ballot for evidence of anyone supporting such measures as I describe. I doubt any will be found… but it’s always worth a look.

I have my own complex opinions on politics and politicians, but this blog/comment section isn’t the place or the time to offer those lengthy thoughts. The only sentiment I will share is that I intend to vote against any/all incumbants, no matter which party they represent. I think we need to pull the rug from under all of the “professional politicians” and get back to the idea of “citizens serving the people”. If my article inspires others to petition their local/state politicos then I’m proud to be a part of that effort.

Thank you for your service in uniform. Watch your back, brother! *hand salute*

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