Great Orators of intellectual Superiority.
Please pay specific attention to the political party represented. It does make a difference when you feel that common sense is important politically. I might add that over 50% of American voters will have no idea what I am talking about. If you are unsure ask a Conservative. Most Liberals are as illinformed as you are. C Brewer
Great orators from the past:
“One man with courage makes a majority.”
~ Andrew Jackson
“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”
~ Franklin D. Roosevelt
“The buck stops here.”
~ Harry S. Truman
“Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.”
~ John F. Kennedy
Great Orators of the recent past:
“It depends what your definition of ‘is’ is?”
~ William Jefferson Clinton
“Those rumors are false. I believe in the sanctity of marriage.”
~ John Edwards
“What difference does it make?” (re: Benghazi)
~ Hillary Clinton
“I invented the Internet.”
~ Al Gore
“America is, is no longer, uh, what it, uh, could be, uh, what it was once was, uh, and I say to myself, uh, I don’t want that future, uh, for my children.”
~ Barack Obama
“I have campaigned in all 57 states.”
~ Barack Obama (Quoted 2008)
“You don’t need God anymore; you have us Democrats.”
~ Nancy Pelosi (Quoted 2006)
“Paying taxes is voluntary.”
~ Sen. Harry Reid
“Bill is the greatest husband and father I know. No one is more faithful, true, and honest than he is.”
~ Hillary Rodham Clinton (Quoted 1998)
“You have a business. You didn’t build that. Someone else did!”
~ Barack Obama (Quoted 2012)
And the most ridiculous gem of wisdom, from the “Mother Superior Moron”:
“We just have to pass the Health Care Bill, to see what’s in it.”
~ Nancy Pelosi (Quoted March, 2010 )
(As one Doctor said: “That is also the perfect definition of a stool sample.”)
Beyond a doubt, the greatest statement of all was made by Democrat House Speaker
Sam Rayburn at the first Congressional session after Ted Kennedy was caught, on camera, having sex with one of his aides on the deck of his yacht ….
“Ah see that the good Senatuh from the great state of Massutwoshits has changed his position on off-shore drillin’.”
AND THE VERY LATEST FROM THIS DISFUNCTIONAL BUNCH IS…….
“My fear is if North Korea nukes us, Trump is gonna get us into a war.”
~ Maxine Waters (Quoted 2017)
Intellectual honesty is important, even to the honest voter or at least it was before votes were bought and paid for by the Progressive-Liberal Demoncrats of today. C Brewer
MEN WITH COURAGE DO NOT SLAY DRAGONS……THEY RIDE THEM!!! ANON
My great fried Ron Jenkins, retired, sent this to me. It was written by one of his old friends and fellow Air Force Officer who became a friend for life. Ron emficised one small item not noted in this beautiful article. When you endure the
rigors of the military you find out that you make lifelong friendships along the way and enjoy drifting back in retrospection together.
Even though my service in the US Navy was one tour I agree that you never forget the military life. I enlisted at 17 and they made a man out of a boy faster than you would believe. I have often wondered what my path through life would have been without the discipline, respect and military training I received. C Brewer
“You Can Leave The Military, But It Never Really Leaves You”.
By Ken Burger, The Charleston Post and Courier
Occasionally, I venture back out to the air base where I’m greeted by an imposing security guard who looks carefully at my identification card, hands it back and says, “Have a good day, Colonel.”
Every time I go back onto Offutt Air Force Base it feels good to be called by my previous rank, but odd to be in civilian clothes, walking among the servicemen and servicewomen going about their duties as I once did, years ago.
The military, for all its flaws, is a comfort zone for anyone who has ever worn the uniform. It’s a place where you know the rules and know they are enforced; a place where everybody is busy but not too busy to take care of business. Because there exists behind the gates of every military facility an institutional understanding of respect, order, uniformity, accountability and dedication that becomes part of your marrow and never, ever leaves you.
Personally, I miss the fact that you always knew where you stood in the military, and with whom you were dealing with. That’s because you could read somebody’s uniform from 20 feet away and know the score. Service personnel wear their careers on their sleeves, so to speak. When you approach each other, you can read their name tag, examine their rank and, if they are in dress uniform, read their ribbons and know where they’ve served.
I miss all those little things you take for granted when you’re in the ranks. To romanticize military service is to be far removed from its reality, because it’s very serious business, especially in times of war. But, I miss the salutes I’d throw at higher-ranking officers and the crisp returns as we crisscrossed on the flight line. I miss the smell of jet fuel hanging heavily on the night air and the sound of engines roaring down runways and disappearing into the clouds. I even miss the hurry-up-and-wait mentality that military men gripe about constantly, a masterful invention that bonded people more than they’ll ever know or admit.
I miss people taking off their hats when they enter a building, speaking directly and clearly to others and never showing disrespect for rank, race, religion or gender. Mostly I miss being a small cog in a machine so complex it constantly circumnavigates the Earth and so simple it feeds everyone on time, three times a day, on the ground, in the air or at sea. Mostly, I don’t know anyone who has served who regrets it, and doesn’t feel a sense of pride when they pass through those gates and reenter the world they left behind with their youth.
Face it, we all miss it. Whether you had one tour or a career, it shaped your life. One Nation Under God.
If you served in the military add your comments to this article. C B
My friend, Ron Jenkins, who has also traveled the world during his Air Force career is a wonderful writer. He stays abreast of the major happenings and has a solid conservative mind. He submitted this deeply common sense article to a newspaper in San Antonio where he lives. He has given me the option to print his work on my blog every time he writes anything. He bores into his work with great analysis of whatever subject that motivates his interest. I am proud to post his work on my blog so others can agree or disagree with facts. Clyde Brewer
Is there anyone else sick and tired of all of the gold commercials on television? Old age and retirement has exposed me to watching more television for the last 16 years but I am sick of misleading gold hype.
One of the first articles I put on the blog was about my experience in buying gold and platinum American coins. If I remember correctly, three people read the blog. This updated version will hopefully make more people aware of the fact that buying gold is really easy. Selling the gold is another story the commercials neglect to address or tell you the whole story.
In my case my first purchase of gold coins was to help a friend. This person went to work for a company, located in East Texas, which sells gold and platinum coins. I advised this supposed friend that I has no interest in collecting this material for a long-term investment. My interest was to sell these assets when the nearly guaranteed increase was achieved. I was assured that selling these assets was as easy as buying them.
Within three months he contacted me to buy back some of the coins I had purchased. The price was a dramatic profit and I agreed to let them trade me coins of a greater value for the coins they wanted back. At that time it suckered me to increase buying more coins when I got calls of amazing prices that were sure-fire bargains. Now I have realized it is a method used to hook you. I only wish that someone would have advised me of this.
Fat, dumb and happy I purchased more “you can’t lose” offers from the supposed friend over the next few years. I watched the price of gold and platinum over double in value and I was so proud of myself for being so smart.
Obviously the value of these assets required a large safe deposit box for security that has costs involved over the years. I did not worry about this as every call from the seller reminded me of my gains.
Last year my bubble was busted when I called this friend and asked him to fax me the value of some specific assets and get prepared to sell them. After about a week and no fax, I called and he was not available. I asked them to have him return my call. Another week went by with no response and a second call had the same results. By now I knew I had been had. I sent several “E” mails with no response.
Next I contacted a gold buyer in Dallas about buying some of my coin sets. He was more than willing to pay me the spot price of gold and platinum with no value for the rareness or conditions of the coins and provided a written offer. As I could not get my friend to respond, I mailed him a copy of this offer and I finally received an offer to buy the assets. The offer was less than I had paid for the coins when the value of gold/platinum was half of today’s spot prices.
While in St. Thomas, American Virgin Islands, a few years ago I purchased a gold necklace for my wife. She had never worn this necklace as it was too heavy and uncomfortable. At that time gold was selling for less than $400 an ounce. This necklace weighs about 3 ounces. After all of the hype about buying just gold I decided to sell the necklace. I went to a gold buyer in Jasper Texas and the spot price that day for gold was $1430 an ounce. This would make the necklace worth over $4000. I was offered $940 for the necklace.
My message is beware of buying gold and especially coins which are always priced well above the spot price. After reading this message you decide to buy gold, especially coins, and think that selling them for what you paid for them is easy, I question your mentality.
For those who doubt my warning go see for yourself. I challenge you to buy a gold coin and/or a one ounce gold bar from your local or even a national gold seller. The next day try to sell it back at what you paid and you will see how much front end premium you paid. For the real doubters hold the items until the spot price rises then try again to sell the gold. I sincerely hope this message stops any urge to buy platinum or gold coins unless you are investing for a very long-term and the spot prices escalate at warp speed. Should this whet your desire to buy some gold or platinum coins, I have some I will sell you at E Bay prices..
Another tip, I have found a way to avoid the gold commercials on programs that I watch regularly. I record them on the DVR, then watch later and I can advance to eliminate the commercials. The gold salesmen are as arrogant as the lawyers constantly begging you to sue someone. C Brewer
I will add nothing to this story that I received from my friend Peter Forrest that asked that it be shared far and wide to as many real Americans as possible. It would be the America I grew up in if all government employees were like General Kelly. We just don’t have enough true Americans to serve anymore and it appears we never will?Clyde BrewerOn Nov 13, 2010, Lt General John Kelly, USMC, gave a speech to the Semper Fi Society of St. Louis, MO. This was four days after his son, Lt Robert Kelly, USMC, was killed by an IED while on his 3rd Combat tour. During his speech, General Kelly spoke about the dedication and valor of our young men and women who step forward each and every day to protect us.During the speech, he never mentioned the loss of his own son. He closed the speech with the moving account of the last six seconds in the lives of two young Marines who died with rifles blazing to protect their brother Marines.“I will leave you with a story about the kind of people they are, about the quality of the steel in their backs, about the kind of dedication they bring to our country while they serve in uniform and forever after as veterans. Two years ago when I was the Commander of all U.S. and Iraqi forces, in fact, the 22nd of April 2008, two Marine infantry battalions, 1/9 “The Walking Dead,” and 2/8 were switching out in Ramadi. One battalion in the closing days of their deployment going home very soon, the other just starting its seven-month combat tour. Two Marines, Corporal Jonathan Yale and Lance Corporal Jordan Haerter, 22 and 20 years old respectively, one from each battalion, were assuming the watch together at the entrance gate of an outpost that contained a makeshift barracks housing 50 Marines. The same broken down ramshackle building was also home to 100 Iraqi police, also my men and our allies in the fight against the terrorists in Ramadi, a city until recently the most dangerous city on earth and owned by Al Qaeda. Yale was a dirt poor mixed-race kid from Virginia with a wife and daughter, and a mother and sister who lived with him and whom he supported as well. He did this on a yearly salary of less than $23,000.Haerter, on the other hand, was a middle class white kid from Long Island. They were from two completely different worlds. Had they not joined the Marines they would never have met each other, or understood that multiple America’s exist simultaneously depending on one’s race, education level, economic status, and where you might have been born. But they were Marines, combat Marines, forged in the same crucible of Marine training, and because of this bond they were brothers as close, or closer, than if they were born of the same woman.
The mission orders they received from the sergeant squad leader I am sure went something like, “Okay you two clowns, stand this post and let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass. You clear?”I am also sure Yale and Haerter then rolled their eyes and said in unison something like, “Yes Sergeant,” with just enough attitude that made the point without saying the words, “No kidding, we know what we’re doing.” They then relieved two other Marines on watch and took up their post at the entry control point of Joint Security Station Nasser, in the Sophia section of Ramadi, Al Anbar, Iraq.A few minutes later a large blue truck turned down the alley way – perhaps 60-70 yards in length, and sped its way through the serpentine of concrete jersey walls. The truck stopped just short of where the two were posted and detonated, killing them both catastrophically. Twenty-four brick masonry houses were damaged or destroyed. A mosque 100 yards away collapsed. The truck’s engine came to rest two hundred yards away knocking most of a house down before it stopped. Our explosive experts reckoned the blast was made of 2,000 pounds of explosives. Two died, and because these two young infantrymen didn’t have it in their DNA to run from danger, they saved 150 of their Iraqi and American brothers-in-arms.When I read the situation report about the incident a few hours after it happened I called the regimental commander for details as something about this struck me as different. Marines dying or being seriously wounded is commonplace in combat. We expect Marines regardless of rank or MOS to stand their ground and do their duty, and even die in the process, if that is what the mission takes. But this just seemed different. The regimental commander had just returned from the site and he agreed, but reported that there were no American witnesses to the event – just Iraqi police. I figured if there was any chance of finding out what actually happened and then to decorate the two Marines to acknowledge their bravery, I’d have to do it as a combat award that requires two eye-witnesses and we figured the bureaucrats back in Washington would never buy Iraqi statements. If it had any chance at all, it had to come under the signature of a general officer.I traveled to Ramadi the next day and spoke individually to a half-dozen Iraqi police all of whom told the same story. The blue truck turned down into the alley and immediately sped up as it made its way through the serpentine. They all said, “We knew immediately what was going on as soon as the two Marines began firing.” The Iraqi police then related that some of them also fired, and then to a man, ran for safety just prior to the explosion. All survived. Many were injured, some seriously. One of the Iraqis elaborated and with tears welling up said, “They’d run like any normal man would to save his life.” “What he didn’t know until then,” he said, “And what he learned that very instant, was that Marines are not normal.”Choking past the emotion he said, “Sir, in the name of God, no sane man would have stood there and done what they did. No sane man. They saved us all.” What we didn’t know at the time, and only learned a couple of days later after I wrote a summary and submitted both Yale and Haerter for posthumous Navy Crosses, was that one of our security cameras, damaged initially in the blast, recorded some of the suicide attack. It happened exactly as the Iraqis had described it. It took exactly six seconds from when the truck entered the alley until it detonated.You can watch the last six seconds of their young lives. Putting myself in their heads I supposed it took about a second for the two Marines to separately come to the same conclusion about what was going on once the truck came into their view at the far end of the alley. Exactly no time to talk it over, or call the sergeant to ask what they should do. Only enough time to take half an instant and think about what the sergeant told them to do only a few minutes before, “Let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass.” The two Marines had about five seconds left to live.It took maybe another two seconds for them to present their weapons, take aim, and open up. By this time the truck was half-way through the barriers and gaining speed the whole time. Here, the recording shows a number of Iraqi police, some of whom had fired their AKs, now scattering like the normal and rational men they were – some running right past the Marines. They had three seconds left to live.For about two seconds more, the recording shows the Marines’ weapons firing non-stop the truck’s windshield exploding into shards of glass as their rounds take it apart and tore in to the body of the ( I deleted) who is trying to get past them to kill their brothers – American and Iraqi-bedded down in the barracks totally unaware of the fact that their lives at that moment depended entirely on two Marines standing their ground.If they had been aware, they would have known they were safe because two Marines stood between them and a crazed suicide bomber. The recording shows the truck careening to a stop immediately in front of the two Marines. In all of the instantaneous violence Yale and Haerter never hesitated. By all reports and by the recording, they never stepped back. They never even started to step aside. They never even shifted their weight. With their feet spread shoulder width apart, they leaned into the danger, firing as fast as they could work their weapons. They had only one second left to live.The truck explodes. The camera goes blank. Two young men go to their God. Six seconds. Not enough time to think about their families, their country, their flag, or about their lives or their deaths, but more than enough time for two very brave young men to do their duty into eternity. That is the kind of people who are on watch all over the world tonight – for you.We Marines believe that God gave America the greatest gift he could bestow to man while he lived on this earth – freedom. We also believe he gave us another gift nearly as precious – our soldiers, sailors, airmen, U S Customs and Border Patrol, Coast Guardsmen, and Marines – to safeguard that gift and guarantee no force on this earth can ever steal it away.It has been my distinct honor to have been with you here today. Rest assured our America, this experiment in democracy started over two centuries ago, will forever remain the “land of the free and home of the brave” so long as we never run out of tough young Americans who are willing to look beyond their own self-interest and comfortable lives, and go into the darkest and most dangerous places on earth to hunt down, and kill, those who would do us harm.God Bless America , and SEMPER FIDELIS !”IT WOULD BE NICE (GREAT!) TO SEE the message spread if more would pass it on. Semper Fi, God Bless America and God Bless the United States Marine Corps… Often Tested, Always Faithful, Brothers Forever.Please share this with everyone you can. Clyde Brewer
After several months of tearing away layer after layer of security concerns the infamous FISA report was released. We were finally able to see what Top Secret activity transpired starting some fifteen months ago.
I spent twenty seven years and one day of my life working is the aviation, space and weaponry world. These were years during the Berlin wall, putting a man on the Moon and the early years of both creating and producing radically new offensive and defensive weapons. This included ways to kill enemies as well as protect American lives.
During this period of time I had Top Secret Crypto clearance with some other tags for speciality designations. Working on revolutionary new concepts for things that could kill a bunch of people demanded honesty, integrity and obviously secrecy beyond belief. I remembered being debriefed when I left this phase of my life with warnings of what was called “Loose Lips” when I was a boy during WWII.
Like everyone but those who work in Trump’s designated “Government Swamp” we were subjected to months of suspense. For months you might put yourself in my position of wondering what on earth was being protected by Top Secret classification unless Trump had used illegal Russian help to steal the election. If so why did all of this witch hunt begin before the election.
Bill Clinton’s meeting with Loretta Lynch at an airport away from listening possibility of their conversation appeared unusual. The possibility of Trump’s team having those Russian connections and the FBI was listening in on every conversation had not surfaced yet.
When that four page document was revealed today that confirmed that the FBI was using strange methods and known untrue facts to get that FISA warrant, cleared the mystery up to me. A conspiracy between the Clinton’s, the Democratic Party and some top level FBI agents committed so many crimes it will be a long time before I would ever trust the FBI leaders if some are not imprisoned. It appears some media people were part of the secret operation and they also belong in prison. It appears some top level Democratic Congresspersons and the Clinton’s were also involved. They may have enough money to buy a gate pass.
My how things have changed over the years. Unless you brain has moved from your head to the anus area of your body or you are just plain stupid this was a plot even they knew would backfire if Trump won. When you remove the fog even a drunken monkey would understand these clandestine plots were to make sure Clinton won the election.
To simplify even more the actual use of placing a Top Secret designation on the entire comedy of errors was to protect the FBI and the other list of characters in this “Comic Plot from embarrassment, their cushy jobs and “Three Hots and a Cot” in a federal pokey. Cover Your Ass lies seldom see people escape punishment.
If I was one of the FISA Judges these dumbasses lied to, I would be the first one to begin putting them away. They certainly made fools of these Judges.
C Brewer 2-3-18