Skip to comments.Live Thread: Barack Obama Afghan Speech 8 p.m. EST - "Hello I Must Be Going"
Posted on 12/01/2009 3:54:38 PM PST by kristinn
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Is Obama gonna mess up NCIS tonight??
I can’t believe Obama is screwing over Charlie Brown. What the hell did Charlie Brown ever to do him
Michael Savage just had a call from a guy whose son was thinking about enlisting. The son talked with a Marine recruited, but will delay making any decision.
The reason: The son didn’t like the new rules of engagement imposed on the military.
I would bet that many potential recruits are more apprehensive of joining due to the ROE.
I’m looking at a TV guide list on the net - ABC & NBC blocked out the whole hour. CBS & FOX have a half hour.
Looks like PBS isn’t cutting into their lineup for this.
Running a repeat Nova instead.
“This is an unprecedented situation...”
Live Free or Die Hard.....
Not watching the pansy-in-chief spew garbage.
It will be a “Bush Bash”.
I love that old Biblical word.....smite, or smote.
I WILL NOT listen or watch the traitors speech.
all liberals are globalist “nation builders”. Bush was. They want to take your money and your kids lives and create one world government and destroy our borders and our sovereignty in the name of a contrived boogie man. They must be denied their goal with fierce nationalism and America first resistance. Obama now has blood on his hands.
My Dishnetwork guide lists NCIS at 8
Time for another photo op!
Speaking of which...Congresswoman Carol Che-Porter (Communist-NH) has already hit the airwaves expressing her disgust with Zero sending troops to Afghanistan. She might as well let it rip; since most feel she doesn't have a prayer of being re-elected next year.
Both things I’d enjoy watching, NCIS and the Charlie Brown Christmas show.
Hi, Kristinn ... I’m thinking this song from “Duck Soup” might be the Obama Administration in a nutshell:
For our information
Just for illustration
Tell us how you intend
To run the nation.
These are the laws of my administration:
No one’s allowed to smoke
Or tell a dirty joke
And whistling is forbidden
We’re not allowed to tell a dirty joke
Hail, hail Freedonia
If chewing gum is chewed
The chewer is pursued
And in the hoose-gow hidden.
If we choose to chew, we’ll be pursued.
If any form of pleasure is exhibited
Report to me and it will be prohibited.
I’ll put my foot down
So shall it be
This is the land of the free.
The last man nearly ruined this place,
He didn’t know what to do with it.
If you think this country’s bad off now,
Just wait till I get through with it.
The country’s taxed must be fixed,
And I know what to do with it,
If you think you’re paying too much now,
Just wait till I get through with it.
I will not stand for anything
That’s crooked or unfair.
I’m strictly on the up and up,
So everyone beware.
If anyone’s caught taking graft
And I don’t get my share,
We stand ‘em up against the wall...
And pop goes the weasel!
So everyone beware,
Who’s crooked or unfair,
No one must take a bit of graft
Unless he gets his share.
If any man should come between
A husband and his bride,
We find out which one she prefers
By letting her decide.
If she prefers the other man,
The husband steps aside.
We stand him up against the wall,
And pop goes the weasel!
The husband steps aside,
Relinquishes his bride,
They stand him up against the wall
And take him for a ride.
Yeah, I also heard Kerry has flip-flopped on this, as well.
Pancake House has nothing on this idiot.
All I’ve got to say is thank goodness that “V” is not on tonight (the series returns in March), or I’d be screaming and throwing things around my house by now.
Crud...I just asked you in mail if I had to watch tonight. Guess I will since it was a noted ping.
Quite frankly, I'd MUCH rather be watching "A Charlie Brown Christmas", which was originally scheduled to run tonight at 8pm on ABC...
Rufus T Firefly lOl! Perfect!
Blah, blah, blah....
Watching these a$$holes just encourages them.
It's the Grape Bumpkin, Charlie Brown!
REPORTER: “Off the record, General do you think 40,000 troops will be enough to turn the tide on this war”?
GENERAL: “Off the record, I just need 30,000 to do the job.
REPORTER: “...but why did you ask for 40,000”?
GENERAL: “You got to know your enemy”
I'm sitting here at home with our 10yr old and 12 yr old sons while my husband is at work. I explain to them: 'Kids, A Charlie Brown Christmas was supposed to be on tonight at 8 but it's not showing, the President is going to give a speech. Do you want to watch A Charlie Brown Christmas on DVD tonight or wait till it re-airs next week?' My 10 yr old son chimes, 'DVD' and when I ask him 'You don't want to watch the speech?' he answers without missing a beat, 'I don't want to be bored to death'
He reminds him there's somebody holding the football who doesn't like him.
Sigh, it’s a very Un Charlie Brown Christmas, isn’t it? :(
Wonder if Joe Biden has properly girded his loins in preparation...
Our domestic enemies in particular, from TOP to bottom.
Why can’t this guy EVER talk directly to us, the American people, from say . . . . the Oval Office?
“Why cant this guy EVER talk directly to us, the American people, from say . . . . the Oval Office?
Because he is a self absorbed prick that wants to use our military for his photo op?
(Just a hunch) ;-)
Mmmmmm mmmm mmm! Patton is in trouble tonite! The limosine warrior is about to speak. /sarc
Listening to this phony two-bit punk drone on as if the world is hanging on his every word is more than I can stand.
How anyone can consider him smart is beyond me.
I’d rather study General Douglas MacArthur’s Farewell Speech delivered in the same place that Obama will be polluting with his presense tonight.
The General’s speech still stands today and is as true if not truer as ever.
General Douglas MacArthur’s Farewell Speech
Given to the Corps of Cadets at West Point
May 12, 1962
General Westmoreland, General Groves, distinguished guests, and gentlemen of the Corps. As I was leaving the hotel this morning, a doorman asked me, “Where are you bound for, General?” and when I replied, “West Point,” he remarked, “Beautiful place, have you ever been there before?”
No human being could fail to be deeply moved by such a tribute as this, coming from a profession I have served so long and a people I have loved so well. It fills me with an emotion I cannot express. But this award is not intended primarily for a personality, but to symbolize a great moral code - the code of conduct and chivalry of those who guard this beloved land of culture and ancient descent. That is the meaning of this medallion. For all eyes and for all time, it is an expression of the ethics of the American soldier. That I should be integrated in this way with so noble an ideal arouses a sense of pride and yet of humility which will be with me always.
Duty, Honor, Country: Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying points: to build courage when courage seems to fail; to regain faith when there seems to be little cause for faith; to create hope when hope becomes forlorn. Unhappily, I possess neither that eloquence of diction, that poetry of imagination, nor that brilliance of metaphor to tell you all that they mean.
The unbelievers will say they are but words, but a slogan, but a flamboyant phrase. Every pedant, every demagogue, every cynic, every hypocrite, every troublemaker, and, I am sorry to say, some others of an entirely different character, will try to downgrade them even to the extent of mockery and ridicule.
But these are some of the things they do. They build your basic character. They mold you for your future roles as the custodians of the nation’s defense. They make you strong enough to know when you are weak, and brave enough to face yourself when you are afraid.
They teach you to be proud and unbending in honest failure, but humble and gentle in success; not to substitute words for action; not to seek the path of comfort, but to face the stress and spur of difficulty and challenge; to learn to stand up in the storm, but to have compassion on those who fall; to master yourself before you seek to master others; to have a heart that is clean, a goal that is high; to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; to reach into the future, yet never neglect the past; to be serious, yet never take yourself too seriously; to be modest so that you will remember the simplicity of true greatness; the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.
They give you a temperate will, a quality of imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness of the deep springs of life, a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, an appetite for adventure over love of ease. They create in your heart the sense of wonder, the unfailing hope of what next, and the joy and inspiration of life. They teach you in this way to be an officer and a gentleman.
And what sort of soldiers are those you are to lead? Are they reliable? Are they brave? Are they capable of victory?
Their story is known to all of you. It is the story of the American man at arms. My estimate of him was formed on the battlefields many, many years ago, and has never changed. I regarded him then, as I regard him now, as one of the world’s noblest figures; not only as one of the finest military characters, but also as one of the most stainless.
His name and fame are the birthright of every American citizen. In his youth and strength, his love and loyalty, he gave all that mortality can give. He needs no eulogy from me, or from any other man. He has written his own history and written it in red on his enemy’s breast.
But when I think of his patience under adversity, of his courage under fire, and of his modesty in victory, I am filled with an emotion of admiration I cannot put into words. He belongs to history as furnishing one of the greatest examples of successful patriotism. He belongs to posterity as the instructor of future generations in the principles of liberty and freedom. He belongs to the present, to us, by his virtues and by his achievements.
In twenty campaigns, on a hundred battlefields, around a thousand campfires, I have witnessed that enduring fortitude, that patriotic self-abnegation, and that invincible determination which have carved his statue in the hearts of his people.
From one end of the world to the other, he has drained deep the chalice of courage. As I listened to those songs of the glee club, in memory’s eye I could see those staggering columns of the First World War, bending under soggy packs on many a weary march, from dripping dusk to drizzling dawn, slogging ankle deep through mire of shell-pocked roads; to form grimly for the attack, blue-lipped, covered with sludge and mud, chilled by the wind and rain, driving home to their objective, and for many, to the judgment seat of God.
I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know the glory of their death. They died unquestioning, uncomplaining, with faith in their hearts, and on their lips the hope that we would go on to victory. Always for them: Duty, Honor, Country. Always their blood, and sweat, and tears, as they saw the way and the light.
And twenty years after, on the other side of the globe, against the filth of dirty foxholes, the stench of ghostly trenches, the slime of dripping dugouts, those boiling suns of the relentless heat, those torrential rains of devastating storms, the loneliness and utter desolation of jungle trails, the bitterness of long separation of those they loved and cherished, the deadly pestilence of tropic disease, the horror of stricken areas of war.
Their resolute and determined defense, their swift and sure attack, their indomitable purpose, their complete and decisive victory - always victory, always through the bloody haze of their last reverberating shot, the vision of gaunt, ghastly men, reverently following your password of Duty, Honor, Country.
The code which those words perpetuate embraces the highest moral laws and will stand the test of any ethics or philosophies ever promulgated for the uplift of mankind. Its requirements are for the things that are right, and its restraints are from the things that are wrong. The soldier, above all other men, is required to practice the greatest act of religious training - sacrifice. In battle and in the face of danger and death, he discloses those divine attributes which his Maker gave when he created man in his own image. No physical courage and no brute instinct can take the place of the Divine help which alone can sustain him. However horrible the incidents of war may be, the soldier who is called upon to offer and to give his life for his country, is the noblest development of mankind.
You now face a new world, a world of change. The thrust into outer space of the satellite, spheres and missiles marked the beginning of another epoch in the long story of mankind - the chapter of the space age. In the five or more billions of years the scientists tell us it has taken to form the earth, in the three or more billion years of development of the human race, there has never been a greater, a more abrupt or staggering evolution. We deal now not with things of this world alone, but with the illimitable distances and as yet unfathomed mysteries of the universe. We are reaching out for a new and boundless frontier. We speak in strange terms: of harnessing the cosmic energy; of making winds and tides work for us; of creating unheard synthetic materials to supplement or even replace our old standard basics; of purifying sea water for our drink; of mining ocean floors for new fields of wealth and food; of disease preventatives to expand life into the hundred of years; of controlling the weather for a more equitable distribution of heat and cold, of rain and shine; of space ships to the moon; of the primary target in war, no longer limited to the armed forces of an enemy, but instead to include his civil populations; of ultimate conflict between a united human race and the sinister forces of some other planetary galaxy; of such dreams and fantasies as to make life the most exciting of all time.
And through all this welter of change and development your mission remains fixed, determined, inviolable. It is to win our wars. Everything else in your professional career is but corollary to this vital dedication. All other public purpose, all other public projects, all other public needs, great or small, will find others for their accomplishments; but you are the ones who are trained to fight.
Yours is the profession of arms, the will to win, the sure knowledge that in war there is no substitute for victory, that if you lose, the Nation will be destroyed, that the very obsession of your public service must be Duty, Honor, Country.
Others will debate the controversial issues, national and international, which divide men’s minds. But serene, calm, aloof, you stand as the Nation’s war guardians, as its lifeguards from the raging tides of international conflict, as its gladiators in the arena of battle. For a century and a half you have defended, guarded and protected its hallowed traditions of liberty and freedom, of right and justice.
Let civilian voices argue the merits or demerits of our processes of government. Whether our strength is being sapped by deficit financing indulged in too long, by federal paternalism grown too mighty, by power groups grown too arrogant, by politics grown too corrupt, by crime grown too rampant, by morals grown too low, by taxes grown too high, by extremists grown too violent; whether our personal liberties are as firm and complete as they should be.
These great national problems are not for your professional participation or military solution. Your guidepost stands out like a tenfold beacon in the night: Duty, Honor, Country.
You are the leaven which binds together the entire fabric of our national system of defense. From your ranks come the great captains who hold the Nation’s destiny in their hands the moment the war tocsin sounds.
The long gray line has never failed us. Were you to do so, a million ghosts in olive drab, in brown khaki, in blue and gray, would rise from their white crosses, thundering those magic words: Duty, Honor, Country.
This does not mean that you are warmongers. On the contrary, the soldier above all other people prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears ring the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all philosophers: “Only the dead have seen the end of war.”
The shadows are lengthening for me. The twilight is here. My days of old have vanished - tone and tints. They have gone glimmering through the dreams of things that were. Their memory is one of wondrous beauty, watered by tears and coaxed and caressed by the smiles of yesterday. I listen then, but with thirsty ear, for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille, of far drums beating the long roll.
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. But in the evening of my memory I come back to West Point. Always there echoes and re-echoes: Duty, Honor, Country.
Today marks my final roll call with you. But I want you to know that when I cross the river, my last conscious thoughts will be of the Corps, and the Corps, and the Corps.
I bid you farewell.
5 min to Zero...
I’d be interested to see how he manages to make the speech about himself. Someone let me know, I won’t be watching.
his ugly face on tv again