Posted on 02/13/2020 4:11:45 AM PST by Oldeconomybuyer
She apparently sees the Sate Department as a separate branch of government, answerable to no one.
She should run for president, and then if she wins, she can turn the State Department into whatever she wants.
another weepy-eyed crybaby who thinks that she should be running foreign policy and not the president. She may even think that she should be president.
Says a little know nothing deep state lackey.
State department is a cess pool of commie loving traitors
I sincerely hope so. Foggy Bottom is the heart of the swamp.....a fetid den of Ivy League America-hating globalist scum. It has been this way since before WWII.
“”” “It’s important to allow the folks with regional expertise, experience, language skills and relationships to lead in our foreign policy,” she added.”
I’d say her arrogance is shocking, but it’s no anymore.
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Gone native self-serving foreign agents to cut it short.
This is why you were fired. You don’t understand what your job was.
The president makes policy. You don’t make policy.
That scene, where Jim “Jefferson” Brown get hosed and collapses to the ground, is as bad as Sinatra getting shot at the end of “Von Ryan’s Express”...
I remember seeing those two flicks with my Dad, when I was a kid.
Oddly enough, since they were fictional stories, my old man wouldn’t go off about them.
The 1966 “Battle of the Bulge”, however, and a few others... Whoa.... get outta the room fast... Since he’d been there, got wounded, and lived to tell about it, man, he HATED that flick.
And I quote my old man here, almost verbatim: “There was no f***** sun-drenched fields.... there was no giant f***** tank battle... there was nothing but f***** snow, f***ing cold, and f**** GERMANS everywhere...and those AREN’T f**** German Tigers...I KNOW what a f**** Tiger looks like....”
Mom would say “Ummm... why don’t you put something else on, dear...”
Like clockwork... whenever it was on... :^)
Ahh, memories....
First time I heard the title of that movie “Battle of the Bulge” as a kid, I thought it was about fat people trying to figure out a way to lose weight. I’m not joking.
Lol!
The “Bulge” was a reference to the front line on the maps; when the Germans smashed through the Ardennes, it “bulged” the Allied lines. I don’t think that appellation came about until later, after the war.
Pop always just referred to it as “the Ardennes”.
I have a picture of my dad in his jump gear. It looks like it weighed more than HE did. He wasn’t a tall man, maybe 5’6” or 5’7” max. But to me, he was 55 feet tall.
My uncles, all Pacific combat vets, were the same way. Mom’s side too.
But man, he would just LAUNCH whenever that movie - or a couple others - came on.
He always said “Battleground” was the closest to accurate. That is a 1949 movie about the 101st AB guys in Bastogne during the Ardennes battle.
Had he lived longer, I’ve often wondered what he would have thought of Saving Pvt Ryan, or Band of Brothers.
Yeah, I didn’t learn what THAT “Bulge” meant until awhile later.
It’s funny, my maternal grandfather, who was about my age (mid 40s) when WW2 started (to my knowledge, he served in the British Army for the entirety of WW1, from 1914-18) was gung-ho to join the American servicemen “kids” like your dad in the European theater. Apparently they wouldn’t let him because he had two little girls, so he served in some sort of capacity with the civil authorities (block captain or some such, I believe making sure folks had the lights out during the NYC black outs).
My paternal grandfather (then around 34 when the war started) was an Army officer to my knowledge serving with the Quartermaster Corps and was sent to Australia (like my other grandfather, he had 2 little boys, but since he was already serving, that wasn’t a disqualifier). My father didn’t see his from the time he was 2 until he was 6, so when he came back, he was almost a stranger. He stayed in the Army Reserves until he was a Lieutenant Colonel (until he was about 60, I believe), so when he was buried in a national cemetery, he had WW2, Korea and Vietnam on his headstone.
Alas, didn’t get to hear many stories about their service. But you usually know that the ones who were in the worst stuff often were the last to divulge any stories and usually the blowhards who saw little were the ones to want to tell everybody. From what I understood, my maternal grandfather saw dreadful stuff in his Ottoman Empire service (what would’ve been Iraq today). He had to go out ahead of his fellow soldiers, locate and disarm landmines and pray he didn’t get blown to bits. And this was over a century ago when there wasn’t fancy detecting equipment. He never told my mother what he did, and I was too young to ask him before he died. Only found some letter alluding to that job description years later.
“...Alas, didn’t get to hear many stories about their service. But you usually know that the ones who were in the worst stuff often were the last to divulge any stories ...”
True that. My dad NEVER talked about it, even to mom. Everything I learned, I learned much later from some of his friends.
Mom said he’d had nightmares occasionally, and would just wake up and shrug it off.
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