Posted on 04/17/2005 7:38:18 PM PDT by CHARLITE
He's corrupt and depraved, not stupid.
I still remember that picture flashing on the news that day. My oldest son was only 4 at the time, and we were very strict - we never let him watch or read anything that was violent in any way.
Yet, when he saw that picture, he stopped playing and said automatically, "Is the man going to kill that boy?"
"Several plainclothes security officers are stationed in front of Elián's home to keep strangers from getting too close, "
He IS in Prison.
Liberals suck.
We can only imagine how Elian might be doing today, what his hopes and dreams might be if he had not been sent back to that prison hell hole.
I still believe in the seeks of freedom that were sewn into Elian's heart will make a difference in Cuba. Who knows .. those seeds might just be what is needed to free Cuba once and for all.
An amazing number supported his reunion with his father in Cuba.......congressman Steve Largent was in support of the same..
"Indeed, Castro takes a special interest in his schooling. Elián's father, who was elected to Cuba's National Assembly in 2003, tries to see Castro whenever the family is in Havana. González is often seen in the front row of government-organized rallies, sometimes accompanied by a bored-looking Elián."
I read that. Yes, Elian is in a prison within a prison.
Operation Just Reunion!
0400hrs
So there it was. I’d be walking point. In this business, point is where it’s at, but it’s not for the meek. First to Fight, First to Die…it’s what I live for. I-OPS (Department of Justice Intelligence Operations) had confirmed that at any time, we might (and probably would) encounter weapons of mass destruction. Not to mention the fiercest jungle fighters anywhere on the planet.
I guess I can honestly say I was scared. Scared for myself, yeah. But mostly for the 130 brave souls on this suicide mission that we had volunteered for. We waited. We waited some more. Some guys smoked cigarettes, some caught up on letters, some had sex with other soldiers, without first asking or telling what sex they actually were. What would it be like when the action started, I wondered…And suddenly, we got the word we dreaded, yet longed for: it was time!
"Operation Just Reunion" was on!
Some say your life flashes before you when you are about to die. All I know is, my breakfast was flashing past in huge chunks as we jumped into our assault minivans and headed for the battle site. Rumor was out that BJ Company had caught some serious sh** the day before, performing weapons reconnaissance inside the battlefield.
Jeez, were we heading into the jaws of death? I was doing some serious praying on the way out, I really was. We approached the scene…It was the scariest thing I’d ever seen, but in a way I was strangely calm. I reminded myself of other brave men I’d seen on TV.
Then, in an incredible show of testosterone, me and the other grunts blasted our way onto the battlefield. Sweet Jesus, total pandemonium, in an oddly professional way. Shrapnel everywhere. Warrants dropping out of our asses, for chrissakes. I saw a door splinter like it was made of balsa! A deadly weapon in the shape of the Virgin Mary—Holy Sh**, what is THAT all about? We neutralized the threat, because it could have given one of us a nasty conk on the head, if our helmets fell off, or something.
But the worst was yet to come. The enemy had cleverly disguised themselves as peaceful, loving cousins, negotiators, and family members—the worst kind of enemy, we learned in our Commando camp. They were wily bastards, crying like scared puppies, trying to get us to drop our guard, screaming like girlie-men! Sorry, folks, no can do! We knew better…This is the big time, and you are up against the BEST!
Suddenly, I felt the adrenaline pumping through me as I screamed—in a calm and orderly, non-threatening fashion—"Where’s the boy?! Tell me where the boy is, or I’ll shoot!!"
It was really exciting, cause then the family really put on a show! This rather attractive young girl, known from I-OPS as "Marisleysis" (which we had learned earlier is Spanish for "Lying Evil Cousin"), shouted really mean things at us, exposing her teeth as she yelled things in English, which threw us off for a while, because I-OPS had told us to listen for Spanish! Oh, she was good! A Pro! But she didn’t fool me or the 8 other guys in the sector for long. We just screamed at her louder (but nicer) when she begged us to "put the guns down, please, don’t let the boy see them!" and other wimpy sh** like that.
We unscrambled her English code quickly and professionally, toyed with the wicked family for a bit, and then suddenly I heard it! The sound we had been told to expect! It was a slight, hushed whimper, coming from "B" Closet in "Alpha" sector…it was HIM! La Hurricane ("The Hurricane"), and he was putting on his show!
I called out to my men in a loud, masculine, commando-type voice "Over here!", and like the pros they are, they lock-stepped right over with me. I was of course expecting to be shot, incinerated or at least bumped on the head really painfully at any moment, as I-OPS had warned us. But they can’t fool me—mostly, they can’t deter me! For I am the meanest sonovab**ch in full body armor, and don’t you forget it!
I bravely approached the closet where the evil "Monster of Miami" was—we knew it, and my blood ran cold. We felt his eerie presence—hell we SMELLED it. But we are the feds, and let me tell you, you don’t THINK about messing with us! Suddenly out of the closet burst the most frightening, fearsome human being I had ever seen…WAS HE HUMAN?!
Great god almighty, I thought, as my mind raced, this 50-pound dynamo had the iciest stare and no doubt the most evil dimple I had ever laid my eyes on! I knew at that moment that I was in for it, but in spite of the fear, I fell back on my excellent training. I raised the weapon and…can I stop a second here, do you, would you mind?
OK, the thing is, my gun was under control at all times. And as Mr. Holder had indicated, I didn’t recall whether I really had a weapon, but then I saw the reflection of myself in this photographer’s lens, and OK, I guess I did. But I didn’t have my finger on the trigger. And if I did, I had the safety on, and if it wasn’t on, the gun wasn’t loaded, and if it was loaded, my excellent commando training precluded my accidentally capping some woman or child with the gun, but if that happened, it would be fully justified BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T SEE WHAT I SAW!!!
Oh sh**, here I go…oh, god, please, turn off…turn off the g*dd*m camera a minute! I, I’m sorry, I…I’ll be OK, I’m OK now…OK, see, you were not there! You cannot judge me! This Elian, this Monster, was staring at me, and I tell you it was PETRIFYING!
God, I peed into my jackboots, ruined the crease on my pant legs, and I honest-to-god started quaking more than this Reno guy that we always laugh about—he almost looks like a woman (not that I would ask or tell.)
Anyway, I carefully and with complete control of my gun, aimed near but not at the Monster and the fishy-smelling guy, and…hey wow! Cool! It dawned on me that this was the actual fisherman that rescued that alien from that inner-tube! Whoa, I was like "unbelievable", cause we had learned from I-OPS that he knew Darva Conger, and suddenly I felt better, though my goggles were steaming from the vaporization in my pants.
And then it happened…A couple flashes went off! Oh sh**, hit the deck, hit it, and I hear one of my buddies screaming "Medic! Medic! Help, oh Jesus, I’m hit! Oh sh**", but it was just one of the guys goofing off, so we all laughed, then I realized the flashes came from this photographer, and he had just snapped my picture. I was bummed, because I had left my favorite fatigues at home, and these ones were a bit soiled front and back.....
Anyway, I-OPS had said we didn’t need to kill photographers this time, so I just kicked him in the stomach, because I knew he wanted it. And I left him my card, so his people could call my people to negotiate some upfront cash for me (no monkey points, OK, I didn’t just fall off the halftrack yesterday pal! I want gross!)
OK, so on the way out, we saw the evil Uncle Lazaro, who again was playing scared, whimpering it up for us, frankly scaring the sh** out of some of us, I don’t mind saying! But by the empty beer cans around his armed encampment (which was disguised as a slightly worn, 1976 La-Z-Boy recliner--jesus, those bastards are BRILLIANT!), you could tell that he was drunk as a skunk, just like I-OPS had said. So I gassed the family, as a gesture that we meant them no harm, and because I could.
I had by then handed Hellboy to a swell brave gal, who took off running full cocked like OJ over suitcases. And I have to admit, even in moments as absolutely terrifying as this, you have got to find something to laugh about. Here I was, following this f***ing butch fullback out of the hellhole, and I watched her exit the battlefield and run smack dab into a f***ing bush!
Honest to sh**! I laughed so hard, I peed my pants again. And some of the more intellectual guys said how ironic it was that she ran into a "Bush", kind of as a metaphor for what might happen to the democrats at election time on account of Operation Just Reunion? But see I knew that Clinton had already beaten Bush in ‘92, so I didn’t think it was funny. But I totally have to admit, her full frontal assault into the bush was a highlight of the morning for me.
But not as cool as the fearful yet addictive terror that only freedom warriors, who storm private homes in the dark and whisk away dangerous, explosive menaces can ever know. It’s what I do…I was born to it. I’d die for it. No sh**, I literally laugh at danger.
As cool as it had been, my day wasn’t over yet. I was relaxing and debriefing with the other patriots at the home of this suave, gray-haired lawyer, when we found out that the eight of us had been nicknamed the "Three-Minute Men". Apparently, it was in honor not only of the breathtaking speed and precision of our mission, but also as a "play on words" from the nickname of some idiots from the Revolutionary War, or something. Like we gave a f*** about some assh**es from back in the 70’s!
Anyway, it was about that time that I got a personal call from the President! Of America!!! I tell you, I love this man! He starts out by asking what the party was like, and we reminisced about the day in general, how was the family, and he went like good job for the American people, yadda, yadda, yadda. And we laughed our asses off about the "warrant" thing.
He asked me offhandedly about the gun I didn’t remember having, then he saw Mr. Holder on TV, and he remembered, and then he said hey great work, and he wasn’t at all mad that I got my picture taken and stuff, and he thanked me for using a trigger lock, and it was just really awesome. But he did seem a bit troubled or distant at the time.
Then all of a sudden, he springs to life like he’s had this great idea, or like he just wanked into the Oval Office sink, one, and he says "As a reward for your excellent bravery and for defending the Constitution against the forces of evil, I want to send you and the other brave commandos on an all-expense paid trip to any exotic place you choose. My personal Osprey Helicopter is fueled and waiting!!!"
COOL—OOWWOOOO!!! DUDE, we get to go anywhere we want, on the DOJ’s tab. And he promised me personally that we didn’t even have to tell ANYONE where we were going, and he’d call our bosses and stuff! The guy is so cool, we talked about chicks, and he even asked me about my girlfriend, like where she lived so he could send her a card of gratitude and stuff, and…
Oh here I go again, oh sh**! I’m sorry, I just am so emotional! I…Oh, geez, sorry, I’m OK. God I love that man! God bless that brave honorable man—just about the best danged president in the whole danged country EVER!
So that’s my story. I do not tell it to enlarge my credentials, or to brag about my performance in combat. WAR IS HELL! I tell it so that others might follow in my jackboots and defend the Constitution. True, I answered the patriot call. Yes, I am proud that I put my ASS on the line for democracy, the Constitution, and the Clinton Rule of Law! Yes, I’m proud that we were the "Best and the Brightest" in that fearful predawn battle.
But most of all, I am proud that from here on out, the photo of me staring down the very face of evil will replace trite, worn-out scenes like the flag being planted on Iwo Jima. Now we truly have an icon more glorious than all others, which will represent just exactly what America stands for in the Year of our President 2000!
G*dd*m, I am so proud to be an American today!!! Is Clinton AWESOME, or what!! Don’t wait up!!! I am 10-4 outtahere!!!
Posted by China Clipper,27 April 2000, Free Republic.
If not for that poor little boy, Gore would have been in charge when 9/11 happened. I shudder when I think of that.
Yup, you're right at that! Quite a few too! The situation with Terri was hauntingly similar in some ways.
Very much agreed.
parents rights...
What about Elians mother who gave her life to get her son to America. Why didnt his father come if they were in a loving family? Probably b.c he was out drinking and whoreing while she was taking care of Elian.
As for Elians Life... He has become Castros Poster Child. Thus he is going to be one of the "cultured party elite" who goes to the best schools, and has the best stuff in Cuba. Something which shows the corruption of Communism.
That was exactly what came into my mind, as I first read this article. How happy and hopeful would this boy be, had he remained in America. Think of the choices he would have. They would be limitless.
However, it has also occured to me that Castro might be planning to showcase this kid.....give him whatever passes for an "elite education" in the "island paradise," and then put him on the fast track up into a prominent government position, just to "prove" to the world that "upward mobility in Cuba" is possible for all citizens.
Castro might not live long enough to complete such a strategy with Elian, but the thought has crossed my mind. Elian would be great propaganda for Castro. Just imagine the "documentaries" that Castro-loving Hollywoodies would make about Elian's fabulous communist life! Oliver Stone and Sean Penn (who would play "Elian" as a grown-up) would be ecstatic.
"An amazing number supported his reunion with his father in Cuba.......congressman Steve Largent was in support of the same.."
And Largent lost the race for Gov of Oklahoma (65%for Bush) shortly thereafter to a democrat lawyer.
Does anyone think an informal survey is in order here... just on this thread?
(1) Did you support the Schindlers or Michael Schiavo?
(2) Did you support Elian's return to Cuba, or did you think he should remain here?
My answers: The Schindlers, and Elian should've stayed here.
I wonder if anyone here strays from that pattern?
I wonder how well Terri might be thriving today if she had been returned to the care of her loving family instead of being held and murdered in that hospice prison.
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