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Posted on 03/15/2003 8:58:30 AM PST by GeneD
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You may be correct as far as the impact this book will have in the short term out in the country. But this is the kind of revelation that will KILL them in Washington. They will pay a heavy, heavy price...and mark my words, this is the kind of thing that will be a huge millstone around their neck in the months and years just ahead.
His punishment is in his future and I imagine there will be "wailing and gnashing of teeth" on that day.
On that we will agree, unless they should repent. Those of those who have watched the man lo these many years suppose, perhaps rightly, that he is so hardened and so cynical that he never will; but only God really knows that for sure..
|You may be correct as far as the impact this book will have in the short term out in the country. But this is the kind of revelation that will KILL them in Washington. They will pay a heavy, heavy price...and mark my words, this is the kind of thing that will be a huge millstone around their neck in the months and years just ahead.|
From your lips to God's ears.
For years, I've looked forward to the days when the Clinton-era DC insiders were free to talk without losing their retirement pensions or worse. We've known this kind of stuff all along, but the general public was clueless. Maybe this book will help.
That question needs grave research, a serious matter.
He had to remain silent unless he was called by the special council which he never was. I am sure he was chomping at the bits to be asked but never was.
I find just that fact about Starr and the speical prosecutors office disturbing.
There are other books I am sure, however, these Ive read but none give the answer I am looking for or Ive missed it - how could these two despicable people come to wield such power over Americans; the answer partly lies with the United Nations and their intrusion/invasion of America under the Clintons and their cronies of Third World leaders.
We came very close to losing our National Sovereignty under the Clintons; fortunately in the last few months, weeks and days, we have seen first hand just how ineffectual and YES slippery that body of nations can be and are. Quite clearly they exist for money and money only, except they call it aid and America is their Goose that laid the Golden Egg. Read what books are on the list you havent and keep the quotes coming from these first hand authors youll never hear it from the liberal press or see it on the media. With a nation of Socialist educators, we have a nation of their Socialist students in places of business, government and among our children's parents who are too stupid to see where they have been led by those who oppose the Republic and the democracy for which it stands - they are too illiterate and don't know it. Keep educating them by spreading the truth about Bill and Hillary Clinton, Americas first Socialist President (s).
God only knows.
All we can do is keep working and continue to pray that the truth will out sooner rather than later.
Sometimes a straw does break the camel's back--and this particular book is far more than a straw.
The encouraging thing is that coverage of it came out in a 'mainstream' publication like this.
Treason charges, with capital punishment, will have to suffice.
I have to disagree, TM. He shouldn't have kept mum with the info he had, regardless.
I find just that fact about Starr and the speical prosecutors office disturbing.
I've never been too satisfied with Starr's behavior either, but if he didn't know what Buzz knew....how could he ask questions?
Note: All the material is on .pdf files.
Christ in Heaven men, is a pention worth your honor???
Please, I pray this book doesn't say anything about his GRAVY.
The War on Terrorism
THE WHITE HOUSE SITUATION ROOM was buzzing. It was fall 1998 and the National Security Council (NSC) and the intelligence community were tracking the whereabouts of Osama bin Laden, the shadowy mastermind of terrorist attacks on American targets overseas.
Theyve successfully triangulated his location, yelled a Sit Room watch stander. Weve got him.
Beneath the West Wing of the White House, behind a vaulted steel door, the Sit Room staff sprang into action. The watch officer notified National Security Advisor Sandy Berger, Sir, weve located bin Laden. We have a two-hour window to strike.
Characteristic of the Clinton administration, the weapons of choice would be Tomahawk missiles. No clandestine snatch by our Special Operations Forces. No penetrating bombers or high-speed fighter aircraft flown by our Air Force and Navy forces. No risk of losing American lives.
Berger ambled down the stairwell and entered the Sit Room. He picked up the phone at one of the busy controller consoles and called the president.
Amazingly, President Clinton was not available.
Berger tried again and again. Bin Laden was within striking distance. The window of opportunity was closing fast. The plan of attack was set and the Tomahawk crews were ready.
For about an hour Berger couldnt get the commander in chief on the line. Though the president was always accompanied by military aides and the Secret Service, he was somehow unavailable.
Berger stalked the Sit Room, anxious and impatient. Finally, the president accepted Bergers call. There was discussion, there were pausesand no decision. The president wanted to talk with his secretaries of defense and state.
He wanted to study the issue further. Berger was forced to wait. The clock was ticking. The president eventually called back. He was still indecisive. He wanted more discussion. Berger alternated between phone calls and watching the clock.
The NSC watch officer was convinced we had the right target. The intelligence sources were conclusive. The president, however, wanted a guaranteed hit or nothing at all.
This time, it was nothing at all.
We didnt pull the trigger. We studied the issue until it was too latethe window of opportunity closed. Al-Qaedas spiritual and organizational leader slipped through the noose.
The Clinton administration never responded decisively, even when given the opportunity, as it was obliged to do, with its own war against terrorism.
If we had a national interest in sending troops to Haiti and Rwanda, certainly the Clinton administration had an obligation in the name of our national security to deploy and use the military resources necessary to deal with al- Qaeda as its deadly presence became known and its declared war on America became public and costly.
That it did not respond is a consequence for which the Clinton administration is, in my view, extremely culpable. By failing to answer the threat as it should have, the Clinton administration was guilty of gross negligence and dereliction of duty to the safety of our country, which the president was sworn to defend.
Compare this with the decisive reactions to fight terrorism under President Reagan.
On October 8, 1985, a group of Palestinian terrorists seized the Italian luxury liner Achille Lauro off the coast of Alexandria, Egypt. The terrorists were seeking the release of Palestinian prisoners being held by Israel. In the course of their hijacking, they would kill an American, sixty-nineyear- old Leon Klinghoffer.
The direction from the White House down to the Pentagon and on to the operational units was swift and clear. Within a few hours, I received a phone call at home, quickly packed for an unknown period of time and destination, and was flying a C-141 from Charleston Air Force Base, South Carolina, to pick up members of the First Special Forces Operational Detachment Delta, as it was known then, or Delta Force.
We flew nonstop to Sigonella Naval Air Station in Sicily and set up operations for the potential interdiction and seizure of the ship.
The rapidity and strength of executive decisionmaking found refuge in the heart of every airman and soldier involved. There was no question as to our intent or conviction.
The terrorists left the boat under safe haven provided by Egypt two days later and boarded an Egyptian airliner bound for the sanctity of Tunisia.
On October 11, U. S. Navy F-14 jets intercepted the airliner and forced it to land at Sigonella. Members of the Delta Forced poured from a following C-141, surrounded the jet, and quickly took the terrorists into captivity.
In all, three days from presidential directive to successful outcome.
It included a lead police car, the presidential limousine, the Counter Assault Team truck, the Control Vehicle, which I normally occupied, and the black communications van. The obligatory press corps van, or the Death Watch, was bringing up the rear. On this rainy Friday afternoon we were on our way to watch the Presidents Cup golf tournament in Lake Manassas, Virginia. It was September 13, 1996. I had been working for President Clinton for three months, but I was already well aware of his passion for golf.
Having just returned from three days of campaigning on the West Coast and an early-morning crosscountry flight on Air Force One, he was up and at it again. This was the Presidents Cup, the team from the United States versus the worlds, and President Clinton wasnt going to miss it.
Shortly before three in the afternoon, we arrived at the course. Clinton, wearing his normal golf attire of a sport shirt and khaki slacks, was escorted by PGA commissioner Tim Finchem to a VIP tent area just behind the clubhouse. On the way, he stopped to shake a few hands and wave to the crowd. The VIP tent was just outside the clubhouse back door, on a deck overlooking the eighteenth green. The president was seated under a protective tarpaulin with other distinguished guests and surrounded by food and drink.
The rains returned, hard enough to prompt a pause in the action. The president busied himself with an interview with an ESPN reporter and then returned to the VIP area to be with his good friend and golfing buddy Vernon Jordan. The conversation was golf, and the men seemed to be having a great time.
During events like these, I kept close enough to the president to be always within sight and on call, but far enough away to be unobtrusive. If this had been an official event, I would have been in full uniform, Air Force blue, with the traditional silver aiguillette hanging from my right shoulder, signifying the military aide to the president. Today, I was much less obvious, wearing a sport shirt with my White House ID hanging around my neck and a Secret Service pin on my lapel. The obligatory large black satchel, the nuclear football, was always at my side.
Though I was called upon to do many things for the president, the football was my primary responsibility. Not very imposing, the football is a hard-cased container, approximately two feet high by three feet wide, concealed in a leather outer case. It weighs about forty-five pounds and the military aide has the option of coupling the satchel to his or her wrist with a sort of handcuff or a secure loop for security purposes. The football is the proverbial nuclear button with nuclear launch plans, options, and codes. A military aide with the football is on duty twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, within feet of the president. As the rains relented, play resumed, and the president again took his position under the tent.
I was summoned to Roadrunner, the black communications van manned by members of the White House Communications Agency. On the phone was Sandy Berger, the acting White House national security advisor. Berger wanted me to contact the president. He needed a decision quickly.
Major, were poised to launch air strikes on Iraq and I need the presidents nod. I approached President Clinton, trying to attract his eye as respectfully as I could without unduly interfering in his conversation with Vernon Jordan. He looked at me with a perturbed sigh and frowning eyebrows. Nonetheless, he asked, What do you need, Buzz? Sir, Mr. Berger is on the line and needs a decision about the proposed attack on Iraq. Tell him Ill get back with him later.
I returned to the communications van and the waiting phone. Mr. Berger, the president said hed get back to you later. Berger groused and hung up. These were busy days on the domestic and national security fronts. Just two weeks earlier, on August 31, Saddam Hussein had sent three tank divisions, composed of between thirty and forty thousand of the elite Republican Guard, to capture the northern Kurdish city of Irbil, forcing the mass exodus of from fifty thousand to three hundred thousand refugees, depending on differing United Nations reports.
In the days preceding this invasion, American intelligence officials had highlighted growing tensions between the two main Kurdish groupsthe Kurdish Democratic Party and the Patriotic Union of Kurdistan. Saddam Husseins attack on the destabilized Kurds was Iraqs first major military operation since the peace agreement in 1991and a clear act of defiance against the United States, since we had become the Kurds protector. Wary of potential political repercussions at home, the administration was loath to respond to the warnings. Clinton had other things on his mindnamely, his reelection train trip to Chicago, the 21st Century Express, the Democratic National Convention, and the emerging sex scandal of his key political advisor, Dick Morris. Initially, the administration attempted to buy some time with diplomatic warnings. On two occasions, August 28 and August 31, Clinton fired off dont do it notes to Iraq.1 Saddam marched anyway.
Clinton then authorized a two-day strike at military targets in southern Iraq. On September 3 and 4, U.S. Navy ships positioned in the Persian Gulf and B-52 bombers launched all the way from Louisiana fired forty-four cruise missiles at Iraqi antiaircraft batteries and radar installations located in southern Iraq. As an added measure, the administration extended the southern no-fly zone north to the outskirts of Baghdad.
While the administration claimed success, the results were underwhelming, if for no other reason than that the Kurds were in the north, not the south. Our mission has been achieved, declared the president in a statement from the White House. Saddam is strategically worse off and knows there is a price to be paid for stepping over the line.2 But the real price was paid by those who opposed Saddam.
The Republican Guard had executed an estimated one hundred Iraqi dissidents, arrested fifteen hundred more, and generally extinguished whatever opposition Saddam Hussein might have faced from within. Not only did Saddam Hussein claim victory against the United States, but also his antiaircraft batteries fired missiles at U.S. fighters patrolling the no-fly zones, and the Iraqis launched a MiG-25 and a helicopter into the restricted airspace. Saddam Hussein was thumbing his nose at the president. And now, two weeks later, the U.S. was poised to respond again. We dispatched eight F-117 stealth fighter-bombers capable of carrying 2,000-pound bombs into the region and sent B-52s to Diego Garcia, in the Indian Ocean, in preparation for action.
On September 11, two days before the golf outing, President Clinton told a crowd in Sun City, Arizona, that action is imminent in Iraq and that the determination of the United States in dealing with the problem of Iraq should not be underestimated.3 Pentagon officials claimed an attack was very likely and would be larger and more destructive than the last set of strikes. Now, on September 13, while the president attended a golf tournament in Manassasnear the site of a heralded Civil War battlefield and the graves of thousands of American citizensoldiers National Security Council deputy director Sandy Berger was looking for a decision.
I was called back to the Roadrunner van and took another phone call from Berger. This time he was animated, obviously upset. The attack was to be launched under cover of darkness, and we were wasting valuable time. Pilots were in the cockpits waiting to launch, targets were identified, everything was in place, all he needed was the go-ahead. These were my peers in those cockpits, fellow Air Force officers and aviators. I could picture them. Mentally and emotionally I could place myself with them. I had been there myself, on the edge of a military operation headed into harms way and waiting for the chain of command to kick things off. I promised Berger, Ill make every effort to get to President Clinton as quickly as I can and explain the circumstances. Ill get back to you as soon as possible.
This time, the president was engaged in conversations with several people and was less approachable. I maneuvered through the crowd and caught his eye. When President Clinton saw me, he seemed disturbed at being interrupted again with something unimportant. He frowned as I neared him. Mr. President, Mr. Berger has called again and needs a decision soon. I explained in a low tone, We have our pilots in cockpits, ready to launch, and were running out of the protective cover of nighttime over there. Irritated at me and maybe at Berger, he said, Ill call Berger when I get the chance. Optimistically, I interpreted this to mean soon. Maybe he wanted to find some time, some privacy, I surmised, and would then call Berger. At almost all presidential events, the staff creates what are called presidential holds, sequestered rooms where the president can relax and where secure phones for classified conversations are stationed. I assumed that the president would find his way to the hold, located in the clubhouse, and confidentially communicate his decision.
Not fifteen minutes later, Berger called me again. This time he was irateat me, not the president. Where is the president? What is he doing? Can I talk to him? Sir, he is watching the golf tournament with several friends. Ive approached him twice with your request. Ive communicated your concerns about the window of opportunity and about the pilots being prepared and ready to go. Im an Air Force pilot myself, sir. I understand the ramifications. Ill try again.
As I approached the president for the third time in less than an hour, I thought about the hundreds, if not thousands, of people who must have put considerable time and focused effort into this attack plan and were now hanging on the presidents decision. I didnt know the details of the operation, but I didnt have to. I knew that we had our military force primed to strike, potentially taking lives, or having their own lives taken. It all came down to a simple yes or no that was being solicited in the midst of a golf tournament. I made my way through the crowded VIP tent. The president spotted me, headed me off at the pass, and spoke first. Tell Berger that Ill give him a call on my way back to the White House, he said coolly, indifferently. Thats all. And he dismissed me.
All right, I thought. Hed call from his limousine as we motored back to D.C. The limo was equipped, like his hold room, with secure telephones. I called Mr. Berger and explained that the president would contact him from the limo. Berger sounded defeated and sighed. Okay, he said. We both knew what that meant. Wed missed our opportunity.
In the Persian Gulf the sun was coming up. Without word from the president, jet engines would shut down, and pilots would climb out of cockpits and return to their squadrons or beds. Maintenance crew chiefs would put down their headsets and prepare their fighters and bombers for another day. Commanders, war planners, targeting experts, and controllers would push back from their computers, put the phones down, and have a final cup of coffee before heading home.
The president smiled as he signed autographs, shook hands, and waved at the crowd. He climbed into his limo while the staff and Secret Service scrambled into the support vehicles. We made the rainy drive back to the White House. What haunted me more than anything else was that the president refused to make a decision. Human lives were at stakethe lives of American service members and the lives of our allies who opposed Saddam at our behest and were now under attack.
At a time when Americas honor and grander principles were being challenged and the world was watching our every move...the president was watching golf.
If you had ever been in the military, federal, state, county, or city employment, you would know the answer to this question is an unequivocal, "Yes"!
The only public employee, that I am aware of, to actually chose his honor above his pension, is G. Gordon Liddy.
Yikes!!! Wouldn't that be Grrrrreat?!!
Maybe, just maybe, when Bubba and Hill are too old to track them down and kill them....they will. : )
They don't want to admit it because they are complicit. They voted him in and allowed him to stay in when they could have encouraged their Congressmen to vote impeachment. To admit he is a scuz now would be admitting that they are blind fools. I think there are deep psychological reasons why people hang onto their fantasies so long and at the bottom of it all, they might not be so different from the reason that someone like an Elizabeth Smart is blinded to her captor.
Ah, but he's not! He is hanging around to grab another powerful job to cloak himself in. I've begun to be worried about the mess in which the UN will find itself after the end of this war and Pres. Bush turns his attention to them. I'm not sure it will survive in the same form (good), but clinton is waiting on the sidelines to jump in. With his (supposed) PR and devoted following, I think he could cause some major global trouble!
U R WLCM
How's that, William? And it'll fit on any license plate.
BTW, William, do you think there's any chance Toomey can wrest the senate seat from Specter?
I wonder just how much 'press' this book is going to get, outside of the usual conservative areas. I won't be holding my breath looking for coverage of it, that's for sure.
Many have blown the whistle without resigning first. No explanations given...they just puckered up and 'blew'. LOL
I think he did the right thing - he kept good notes!!
Ok, we agree to disagree. : )
And I'm looking forward to reading his notes. : )
Yo, Betty..speaking of NATIONAL SECURITY ISSUES....and planes and all that....what say YOU of this???
IMHO I'll take the word of a Military Officer who has EVERYTHING TO LOSE over the word of a former X42 Lackey.
This man has written other books as well.......very very interesting!
FReepers once again making an impact!