Revisionist History or just not reporting it all…

The Enola Gay from the second level of the Udvar-Hazy Air and Space Museum.
Well, I’ve been on the road again, still… But I had the chance to visit a couple of little out of the way Navy facilities that have been around since WWII. Hearing the history of these places was interesting and it was almost as interesting to hear the current users try to ‘interpret’ the past to fit within the PC structure today…

I got back home and received two different emails that were also in the same vein, one from a friend who had a chance to climb into both a B-17 and B-25 during fuel stops at a small country airport and his impressions of the birds, and another from an old Marine aviator that included an interview with Col Paul Tibbits sometime in 2002 with Studs Turkel.

I was lucky enough to get to meet Col Tibbits at the military opening of the Udvar-Hazy portion of the Air and Space Museum at Dulles a couple of years ago. Col Tibbits was in a wheel chair, but very sharp mentally.

There were about 4000 tickets given to current and ex-military aviators around the country for the by invitation opening prior to the ‘official’ opening. A bunch of us went, from the DC area, along with literally a couple of thousand from everywhere else. There were at least 8 guys that flew in from LA on the red-eye, were attending the ceremonies and flying back to LA on the evening flight…

Most of us were wearing either flight jackets, squadron or crew hats, and some were in their old uniforms… It was obvious this was pretty special to a lot of folks from the WWII generation.

General Steele was the guest speaker and I remember him cutting his speach short when the beer and food was rolled out…

Anyway… Back to Col Tibbits…

We were walking around after the munchies and were standing in front of the Enola Gay when Col Tibbits rolled up with a couple of other folks. We all spoke to each other, he took a minute or two to just look at the Enola Gay and said, “Looks good, that sumbitch was never that shiny when we flew her.”

One of our group asked him what he thought of the display, and he replied, “Better than the last go round; we were doing our jobs, by order of the President. We were just trying to end the war as soon as possible.”

Here is the interview with Studs Terkel (which I have not seen in any histories):

Studs Terkel: We’re seated here, two old gaffers. Me and Paul Tibbets, 89 years old, brigadier-general retired, in his home town of Columbus, Ohio, where he has lived for many years.

Paul Tibbets: Hey, you’ve got to correct that. I’m only 87. You said 89.

Studs Terkel: I know. See, I’m 90. So I got you beat by three years. Now we’ve had a nice lunch, you and I and your companion. I noticed as we sat in that restaurant, people passed by. They didn’t know who you were. But once upon a time, you flew a plane called the Enola Gay over the city of Hiroshima, in Japan, on a Sunday morning – August 6 1945 – and a bomb fell. It was the atomic bomb, the first ever. And that particular moment changed the whole world around. You were the pilot of that plane.

Paul Tibbets: Yes, I was the pilot.

Studs Terkel: And the Enola Gay was named after…

Paul Tibbets: My mother. She was Enola Gay Haggard before she married my dad, and my dad never supported me with the flying – he hated airplanes and motorcycles. When I told them I was going to leave college and go fly planes in the army air corps, my dad said, “Well, I’ve sent you through school, bought you automobiles, given you money to run around with the girls, but from here on, you’re on your own. If you want to go kill yourself, go ahead, I don’t give a damn” Then Mom just quietly said, “Paul, if you want to go fly airplanes, you’re going to be all right.” And that was that.
Studs Terkel: Where was that?
Paul Tibbets: Well, that was Miami, Florida. My dad had been in the real estate business down there for years, and at that time he was retired. And I was going to school at Gainesville, Florida, but I had to leave after two years and go to Cincinnati because Florida had no medical school.

Studs Terkel: You were thinking of being a doctor?

Paul Tibbets: I didn’t think that, my father thought it. He said, “You’re going to be a doctor,” and I just nodded my head and that was it. And I started out that way; but about a year before I was able to get into an airplane, fly it – I soloed – and I knew then that I had to go fly airplanes.

Studs Terkel: Now by 1944 you were a pilot – a test pilot on the program to develop the B-29 bomber. When did you get word that you had a special assignment?

Paul Tibbets: One day [in September 1944] I’m running a test on a B-29, I land, a man meets me. He says he just got a call from General Uzal Ent [commander of the second air force] at Colorado Springs, he wants me in his office the next morning at nine o’clock. He said, “Bring your clothing – your B4 bag – because you’re not coming back. ” Well, I didn’t know what it was and didn’t pay any attention to it – it was just another assignment. I got to Colorado Springs the next morning perfectly on time. A man named Lansdale met me, walked me to General Ent’s office and closed the door behind me. With him was a man wearing a blue suit, a US Navy captain – that was William Parsons, who flew with me to Hiroshima- and Dr Norman Ramsey, Columbia University professor in nuclear physics. And Norman said: “OK, we’ve got what we call the Manhattan Project. What we’re doing is trying to develop an atomic bomb. We’ve gotten to the point now where we can’t go much further till we have airplanes to work with.” He gave me an explanation which probably lasted 45, 50 minutes, and they left. General Ent looked at me and said, “The other day, General Arnold [commander general of the army air corps] offered me three names. “Both of the others were full colonels ; I was a lieutenant-colonel. He said that when General Arnold asked which of them could do this atomic weapons deal, he replied without hesitation, “Paul Tibbets is the man to do it.” I said, “Well, thank you , sir.” Then he laid out what was going on and it was up to me now to put together an organization and train them to drop atomic weapons on both Europe and the Pacific – Tokyo.

Studs Terkel: Interesting that they would have dropped it on Europe as well. We didn’t know that.

Paul Tibbets: My edict was as clear as could be. Drop simultaneously in Europe and the Pacific because of the secrecy problem – you couldn’t drop it in one part of the world without dropping it in the other. And so he said, “I don’t know what to tell you, but I know you happen to have B-29’s to start with. I’ve got a squadron in training in Nebraska – they have the best record so far of anybody we’ve got. I want you to go visit them, look at them, talk to them, do whatever you want. If they don’t suit you, we’ll get you some more.” He said: “There’s nobody could tell you what you have to do because nobody knows. If we can do anything to help you, ask me.” I said thank you very much. He said, “Paul, be careful how you treat this responsibility, because if you’re successful you’ll probably be called a hero. And if you’re unsuccessful, you might wind up in prison.”

Studs Terkel: Did you know the power of an atomic bomb? Were you told about that?

Paul Tibbets: No, I didn’t know anything at that time. But I knew how to put an organization together. He said, “Go take a look at the bases, and call me back and tell me which one you want.” I wanted to get back to Grand Island, Nebraska; that’s where my wife and two kids were, where my laundry was done, and all that stuff. But I thought, “Well, I’ll go to Wendover [army airfield, in Utah] first and see what they’ve got.” As I came in over the hills I saw it was a beautiful spot. It had been a final staging plac e for units that were going through combat crew training, and the guys ahead of me were the last P-47 fighter outfit. This lieutenant-colonel in charge said, “We’ve just been advised to stop here and I don’t know what you want to do…but if it has anything to do with this base, it’s the most perfect base I’ve ever been on. You’ve got full machine shops, everybody’s qualified, they know what they want to do. It’s a good place.”

Studs Terkel: And now you chose your own crew.

Paul Tibbets: Well, I had mentally done it before that. I knew right away I was going to get Tom Ferebee [the Enola Gay’s bombardier] and Theodore “Dutch” van Kirk [navigator] and Wyatt Duzenbury [flight engineer].

Studs Terkel: Guys you had flown with in Europe?

Paul Tibbets: Yeah. Studs Terkel: And now you’re training. And you’re also talking to physicists like Robert Oppenheimer [senior scientist on the Manhattan project].

Paul Tibbets: I think I went to Los Alamos [the Manhattan project HQ] three times, and each time I got to see Dr Oppenheimer working in his own environment. Later, thinking about it, here’s a young man, a brilliant person. And he’s a chain smoker and he drinks cocktails. And he hates fat men. And General Leslie Groves [the general in charge of the Manhattan project], he’s a fat man, and he hates people who smoke and drink. The two of them are the first, original odd couple.

Studs Terkel: They had a feud, Groves and Oppenheimer?

Paul Tibbets: Yeah, but neither one of them showed it. Each one of them had a job to do.

Studs Terkel: Did Oppenheimer tell you about the destructive nature of the bomb?

Paul Tibbets: No.

Studs Terkel: How did you know about that?

Paul Tibbets: From Dr Ramsey. He said the only thing we can tell you about it is, it’s going to explode with the force of 20,000 tons of TNT. I’d never seen 1 lb of TNT blow up. I’d never heard of anybody who’d seen 100 lb s of TNT blow up. All I felt was that this was gonna be one hell of a big bang.
Studs Terkel: Twenty thousand tons – that’s equivalent to how many planes full of bombs?
Paul Tibbets: Well, I think the two bombs that we used [at Hiroshima and Nagasaki] had more power than all the bombs the air force had used during the war in Europe.

Studs Terkel: So Ramsey told you about the possibilities.

Paul Tibbets: Even though it was still theory, whatever those guys told me, that’s what happened. So I was ready to say I wanted to go to war, but I wanted to ask Oppenheimer how to get away from the bomb after we dropped it. I told him that when we had dropped bombs in Europe and North Africa, we’d flown straight ahead after dropping them – which is also the trajectory of the bomb. But what should we do this time? He said, “You can’t fly straight ahead because you’d be right over the top when it blows up and nobody would ever know you were there.” He said I had to turn tangent to the expanding shock wave. I said, “Well, I’ve had some trigonometry, some physics. What is tangency in this case?” He said it was 159 degrees in either direction. “Turn 159 degrees as fast as you can and you’ll be able to put yourself the greatest distance from where the bomb exploded.”

Studs Terkel: How many seconds did you have to make that turn?

Paul Tibbets: I had dropped enough practice bombs to realize that the charges would blow around 1,500 ft in the air, so I would have 40 to 42 seconds to turn 159 degrees. I went back to Wendover as quick as I could and took the airplane up. I got myself to 25,000 ft and I practiced turning, steeper, steeper, steeper and I got it where I could pull it round in 40 seconds. The tail was shaking dramatically and I was afraid of it breaking off, but I didn’t quit. That was my goal. And I practiced and practiced until, without even thinking about it, I could do it in between 40 and 42, all the time. So, when th at day came….

Studs Terkel: You got the go-ahead on August 5.

Paul Tibbets: Yeah. We were in Tinian [the US island base in the Pacific] at the time we got the OK. They had sent this Norwegian to the weather station out on Guam [the US’s westernmost territory] and I had a copy of his report. We said that, based on his forecast, the sixth day of August would be the best day that we could get over Honshu [the island on which Hiroshima stands]. So we did everything that had to be done to get the crews ready to go: airplane loaded, crews briefed, all of the things checked that you have to check before you can fly over enemy territory. General Groves had a brigadier-general who was connected back to Washington DC by a special teletype machine. He stayed close to that thing all the time, notifying people back there, all by code, that we were preparing these airplanes to go any time me after midnight on the sixth. And that’s the way it worked out. We were ready to go at a bout four o’clock in the afternoon on the fifth and we got word from the president that we were free to go: “Use me as you wish.” They give you a time you’re supposed to drop your bomb on target and that was 9:15 in the morning , but that was Tinian time, one hour later than Japanese time. I told Dutch, “You figure it out what time we have to start after midnight to be over the target at 9 a.m.”

Studs Terkel: That’d be Sunday morning.

Paul Tibbets: Well, we got going down the runway at right about 2:15 a.m. and we took off, we met our rendezvous guys, we made our flight up to what we call the initial point, that would be a geographic position that you could not mistake. Well, of course we had the best one in the world with the rivers and bridges and that big shrine. There was no mistaking what it was.

Studs Terkel: So you had to have the right navigator to get it on the button.

Paul Tibbets: The airplane has a bomb sight connected to the autopilot an d the bombardier puts figures in there for where he wants to be when he drops the weapon, and that’s transmitted to the airplane. We always took into account what would happen if we had a failure and the bomb bay doors didn’t open; we had a manual release put in each airplane so it was right down by the bombardier and he could pull on that. And the guys in the airplanes that followed us to drop the instruments needed to know when it was going to go. We were told not to use the radio, but, hell, I had to. I told them I would say, “One minute out,” “Thirty seconds out,” “Twenty seconds” and “Ten” and then I’d count, “Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four seconds”, which would give them a time to drop their cargo. They knew what was going on because they knew where we were. And that’s exactly the way it worked; it was absolutely perfect. After we got the airplanes in formation I crawled into the tunnel and went back to tell the men, I said, “You know what we’re doing today?” They said, “Well, yeah, we’re going on a bombing mission.” I said, “Yeah, we’re going on a bombing mission, but it’s a little bit special.” My tail gunner, Bob Caron, was pretty alert. He said, “Colonel, we wouldn’t be playing with atoms today, would we?” I said, “Bob, you’ve got it just exactly right.” So I went back up in the front end and I told the navigator, bombardier, flight engineer, in turn. I said, “OK, this is an atom bomb we’re dropping.” They listened intently but I didn’t see any change in their faces or anything else. Those guys were no idiots. We’d been fiddling round with the most peculiar-shaped things we’d ever seen. So we’re coming down. We get to that point where I say “one second” and by the time I’d got that second out of my mouth the airplane had lurched, because 10,000 lbs had come out of the front. I’m in this turn now, tight as I can get it, that helps me hold my altitude and helps me hold my airspeed and everything else all the way round. When I level out, the nose is a little bit high and as I look up there the whole sky is lit up in the prettiest blues and pinks I’ve ever seen in my life. It was just great. I tell people I tasted it. “Well,” they say, “what do you mean?” When I was a child, if you had a cavity in your tooth the dentist put some mixture of some cotton or whatever it was and lead into your teeth and pounded them in with a hammer. I learned that if I had a spoon of ice-cream and touched one of those teeth I got this electrolysis and I got the taste of lead out of it. And I knew right away what it was. OK, we’re all going. We had been briefed to stay off the radios: “Don’t say a damn word, what we do is we make this turn, we’re going to get out of here as fast as we can.” I want to get out over the sea of Japan because I know they can’t find me over there. With that done we’re home free. Then Tom Ferebee has to fill out his bombardier’s report and Dutch, the navigator, has to fill out a log. Tom is working on his log and says, “Dutch, what time were we over the target?” And Dutch says, “Nine-fifteen plus 15 seconds.” Ferebee says: “What lousy navigating. Fifteen seconds off!”

Studs Terkel: Did you hear an explosion?

Paul Tibbets: Oh yeah. The shockwave was coming up at us after we turned. And the tail gunner said, “Here it comes.” About the time he said that, we got this kick in the ass. I had accelerometers installed in all airplanes to record the magnitude of the bomb. It hit us with two and a half G. Next day, when we got figures from the scientists on what they had learned from all the things, they said, “When that bomb exploded, your airplane was 10 and half miles away from it.”

Studs Terkel: Did you see that mushroom cloud?

Paul Tibbets: You see all kinds of mushroom clouds, but they were made with different types of bombs. The Hiroshima bomb did not make a mushroom. It was what I call a stringer. It just came up. It was black as hell and it had light and colors and white in it and grey color in it and the top was like a folded-up Christmas tree.

Studs Terkel: Do you have any idea what happened down below?

Paul Tibbets: Pandemonium! I think it’s best stated by one of the historians, who said: “In one micro-second, the city of Hiroshimadidn’t exist.”

Studs Terkel: You came back and you visited President Truman.

Paul Tibbets: We’re talking 1948 now. I’m back in the Pentagon and I get notice from the chief of staff, Carl Spaatz, the first chief of staff of the air force. When we got to General Spaatz’s office, General Doolittle was there and a colonel named Dave Shillen. Spaatz said, “Gentlemen, I just got word from the president he wants us to go over to his office immediately.” On the way over, Doolittle and Spaatz were doing some talking; I wasn’t saying very much. When we got out of the car we were escorted right quick to the Oval Office. There was a black man there who always took care of Truman’s needs and h e said, “General Spaatz, will you please be facing the desk?” And now, facing the desk, Spaatz is on the right, Doolittle and Shillen. Of course, militarily speaking, that’s the correct order, because Spaatz is senior, Doolittle has to sit to his left. Then I was taken by this man and put in the chair that was right beside the president’s desk, beside his left hand. Anyway, we got a cup of coffee and we got most of it consumed when Truman walked in and everybody stood on their feet. He said, “Sit down, please,” and he had a big smile on his face and he said, “General Spaatz, I want to congratulate you on being first chief of the Air Force,” because it was no longer the air corps. Spaatz said, “Thank you, sir, it’s a great honor and I appreciate it.” And he said to Doolittle: “That was a magnificent thing you pulled flying off of that carrier,” and Doolittle said, “All in a day’s work, Mr. President.” And he looked at Dave Shillen and said, “Colonel Shillen, I want to congratulate y ou on having the foresight to recognize the potential in aerial refueling. We’re gonna need it bad some day.” And he said, “Thank you very much.” Then he looked at me for 10 seconds and he didn’t say anything. And when he finally did, he said, “What do you think?” I said, “Mr. President, I think I did what I was told.” He slapped his hand on the table and said: “You’re damn right you did, and I’m the guy who sent you. If anybody gives you a hard time about it, refer them to me.”

Studs Terkel: Anybody ever give you a hard time?

Paul Tibbets: Nobody gave me a hard time.

Studs Terkel: Do you ever have any second thoughts about the bomb?

Paul Tibbets: Second thoughts? No. Studs, look. Number one, I got into the air corps to defend the United States to the best of my ability. That’s what I believe in and that’s what I work for. Number two, I’d had so much experience with airplanes. I’d had jobs where there was no particular direction about how you do it a nd then of course I put this thing together with my own thoughts on how it should be because when I got the directive I was to be self-supporting at all times. On the way to the target I was thinking: I can’t think of any mistakes I’ve made. Maybe I did make a mistake: maybe I was too damned assured. At 29 years of age I was so shot in the ass with confidence I didn’t think there was anything I couldn’t do. Of course, that applied to airplanes and people. So, no, I had no problem with it. I knew we did the right thing because when I knew we’d be doing that I thought, yes, we’re going to kill a lot of people, but by God we’re going to save a lot of lives. We won’t have to invade [Japan].

Studs Terkel: Why did they drop the second one, the Bockscar [bomb] on Nagasaki?

Paul Tibbets: Unknown to anybody else – I knew it, but nobody else knew – there was a third one. See, the first bomb went off and they didn’t hear anything out of the Japanese for two or three days. The second bomb was dropped and again they were silent for another couple of days. Then I got a phone call from General Curtis LeMay [chief of staff of the strategic air forces in the Pacific]. He said, “You got another one of those damn things?” I said, “Yes sir.” He said, “Where is it?” I said, “Over in Utah.” He said, “Get it out here. You and your crew are going to fly it.” I said, “Yes sir.” I sent word back and the crew loaded it on an airplane and we headed back to bring it right on out to Tinian and when they got it to California debarkation point, the war was over.

Studs Terkel: What did General LeMay have in mind with the third one?

Paul Tibbets: Nobody knows.

Studs Terkel: One big question. Since September 11, what are your thoughts? People talk about nukes, the hydrogen bomb.

Paul Tibbets: Let’s put it this way. I don’t know any more about these terrorists than you do; I know nothing. When they bombed the Trade Centre I couldn’t believe what was going on. We’ve fought many enemies at different times. But we knew who they were and where they were. These people, we don’t know who they are or where they are. That’s the point that bothers me. Because they’re gonna strike again, I’ll put money on it. And it’s going to be damned dramatic. But they’re gonna do it in their own sweet time. We’ve got to get into a position where we can kill the bastards. None of this business of taking them to court, the hell with that. I wouldn’t waste five seconds on them.

Studs Terkel: What about the bomb? Einstein said the world has changed since the atom was split.

Paul Tibbets: That’s right. It has changed.

Studs Terkel: And Oppenheimer knew that.

Paul Tibbets: Oppenheimer is dead. He did something for the world and people don’t understand. And it is a free world.

Studs Terkel: One last thing, when you hear people say, “Let’s nuke ’em,” “Let’s nuke these people,” what do you think?

Paul Tibbe ts: Oh, I wouldn’t hesitate if I had the choice. I’d wipe ’em out. You’re gonna kill innocent people at the same time, but we’ve never fought a damn war anywhere in the world where they didn’t kill innocent people. If the newspapers would just cut out the shit: “You’ve killed so many civilians.” That’s their tough luck for being there.

Studs Terkel: By the way, I forgot to say Enola Gay was originally called “Number 82.” How did your mother feel about having her name on it?

Paul Tibbets: Well, I can only tell you what my dad said. My mother never changed her expression very much about anything, whether it was serious or light, but when she’d get tickled, her stomach would jiggle. My dad said to me that when the telephone in Miami rang, my mother was quiet first. Then, when it was announced on the radio, he said: “You should have seen the old gal’s belly jiggle on that one.”
Col Tibbits died in Nov 2007, but his honor and integrity live on through the men and women currently serving in the Armed Forces worldwide today.

The Lockheed P-3 Orion

This is where I spent many a day and night… 7700 hours over 19 years. Brings back a lot of memories, good friends, different locations and DEFINITELY not a 9-5 job. Bravo Zulu!

Is it time to stop being PC?

I was at the hospital yesterday for outpatient surgery and saw two young punks jostle and elderly white man and laugh about it as they went merrily on their way…

Is this what we have come to??? Is this really where we want our country to go???

There are African Americans, Mexican Americans, Asian Americans,Arab Americans, Native Americans, etc
….And then there are just -Americans.

You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction. You Call me “White boy,” “Cracker,” “Honkey,” “Whitey,” “Caveman,”
…And that’s OK.

But when I call you anything,
…You call me a racist.

You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?

You have the United Negro College Fund. You have Hispanic History Month. You have Martin Luther King Day. You have Asian History Month. You have Black History Month. You have Cesar Chavez Day. You have Ma’uled Al-Nabi. You have Yom Hashoah. You have Kawanza. You have the NAACP. And you have BET.

If we had WET(White Entertainment Television)
…We’d be racists.

If we had a White Pride Day
…You would call us racists.

If we had White History Month
…We’d be racists.

If we had any organization for only whites to “advance” our lives,
…We’d be racists.

We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of Commerce,and then we just have the plain Chamber of Commerce.Wonder who pays for that?

If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships
…We’d be racists.

There are over 60 openly-proclaimed Black-only Colleges in the US, yet if there were “White-only Colleges”
…THAT would be a racist college.

In the Million-Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights.
If we marched for our race and rights,
…You would call us racists.

You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and red, and you’re not afraid to announce it.
But when we announce our white pride
…You call us racists!

You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer who is running from the LAW and posing a threat to ALL of society
…You call him a racist.

I am proud.
…But, you call me a racist.

Why is it that only whites can be racists?

What if I choose to no longer let people walk over me; but stand up and demand my rights as a human being, and refuse to submit to the politically correct crowd?

Now what???

Late entry- I just got a call from a friend of many years who related an interesting story after reading this post.

He was born in Cape Town, South Africa and emigrated to the US as a child and became a naturalized citizen. When he went in the Marine Corps, he was filling out one of the ‘thousand and one’ forms, which asked for demographic information. Since he had been born in Africa, he selected African-American as his demographic group. He was hauled in front of a black Gunny Sargent who read him the riot act, saying he would be punished for lying on forms, yada, yada, yada. My friend did not understand what he had done wrong, tried to explain it, and according to him the Gunny pulled his arm down next to the Gunny’s and asked- What color am I? His answer, black. What color are you? White. Then according to the Gunny, he could not be African American, since he was not black… even though he was born there… go figure…

Computer Depenency?

Here’s a quick test for you to take.

This just proves that we have become too dependent on our computers.
Computer Dependency Test Question:

Are you male or female?
To find the answer, look down

Look down . . . not scroll down!

Now back to your regularly scheduled ‘stuff’ 🙂

I was wondering how long it would take…

This says it much better than I can… There are a whole bunch of us who stay silent, vote what we believe, and don’t go on TV to promote ourselves…

There is a great amount of interest in this year’s presidential elections, as everybody seems to recognize that our next president has to be a lot better than George Bush. The Democrats are riding high with two groundbreaking candidates — a woman and an African-American — while the conservative Republicans are in a quandary about their party’s nod to a quasi-liberal maverick, John McCain.

Each candidate is carefully pandering to a smorgasbord of special-interest groups, ranging from gay, lesbian and transgender people to children of illegal immigrants to working mothers to evangelical Christians.

There is one group no one has recognized, and it is the group that will decide the election: the Angry White Man.

The Angry White Man comes from all economic backgrounds, from dirt-poor to filthy rich. He represents all geographic areas in America, from urban sophisticate to rural redneck, deep South to mountain West, left Coast to Eastern Seaboard.

His common traits are that he isn’t looking for anything from anyone — just the promise to be able to make his own way on a level playing field. In many cases, he is an independent businessman and employs several people. He pays more than his share of taxes and works hard.

The victimhood syndrome buzzwords — “disenfranchised,” “marginalized” and “voiceless” — don’t resonate with him. “Press ‘one’ for English” is a curse-word to him. He’s used to picking up the tab, whether it’s the company Christmas party, three sets of braces, three college educations or a beautiful wedding.

He believes the Constitution is to be interpreted literally, not as a “living document” open to the whims and vagaries of a panel of judges who have never worked an honest day in their lives. The Angry White Man owns firearms, and he’s willing to pick up a gun to defend his home and his country. He is willing to lay down his life to defend the freedom and safety of others, and the thought of killing someone who needs killing really doesn’t bother him.

The Angry White Man is not a metrosexual, a homosexual or a victim. Nobody like him drowned in Hurricane Katrina — he got his people together and got the hell out, then went back in to rescue those too helpless and stupid to help themselves, often as a police officer, a National Guard soldier or a volunteer firefighter.

His last name and religion don’t matter. His background might be Italian, English, Polish, German, Slavic, Irish, or Russian, and he might have Cherokee, Mexican, or Puerto Rican mixed in, but he considers himself a white American.

He’s a man’s man, the kind of guy who likes to play poker, watch football, hunt white-tailed deer, call turkeys, play golf, spend a few bucks at a strip club once in a blue moon, change his own oil and build things. He coaches baseball, soccer and football teams and doesn’t ask for a penny. He’s the kind of guy who can put an addition on his house with a couple of friends, drill an oil well, weld a new bumper for his truck, design a factory and publish books. He can fill a train with 100,000 tons of coal and get it to the power plant on time so that you keep the lights on and never know what it took to flip that light switch.

Women either love him or hate him, but they know he’s a man, not a dishrag. If they’re looking for someone to walk all over, they’ve got the wrong guy. He stands up straight, opens doors for women and says “Yes, sir” and “No, ma’am.”

He might be a Republican and he might be a Democrat; he might be a Libertarian or a Green. He knows that his wife is more emotional than rational, and he guides the family in a rational manner.

He’s not a racist, but he is annoyed and disappointed when people of certain backgrounds exhibit behavior that typifies the worst stereotypes of their race. He’s willing to give everybody a fair chance if they work hard, play by the rules and learn English.

Most important, the Angry White Man is pissed off. When his job site becomes flooded with illegal workers who don’t pay taxes and his wages drop like a stone, he gets righteously angry. When his job gets shipped overseas, and he has to speak to some incomprehensible idiot in India for tech support, he simmers. When Al Sharpton comes on TV, leading some rally for reparations for slavery or some such nonsense, he bites his tongue and he remembers. When a child gets charged with carrying a concealed weapon for mistakenly bringing a penknife to school, he takes note of who the local idiots are in education and law enforcement.

He also votes, and the Angry White Man loathes Hillary Clinton. Her voice reminds him of a shovel scraping a rock. He recoils at the mere sight of her on television. Her very image disgusts him, and he cannot fathom why anyone would want her as their leader. It’s not that she is a woman. It’s that she is who she is. It’s the liberal victim groups she panders to, the “poor me” attitude that she represents, her inability to give a straight answer to an honest question, his tax dollars that she wants to give to people who refuse to do anything for themselves.

There are many millions of Angry White Men. Four million Angry White Men are members of the National Rifle Association, and all of them will vote against Hillary Clinton, just as the great majority of them voted for George Bush.

He hopes that she will be the Democratic nominee for president in 2008, and he will make sure that she gets beaten like a drum.

Scammer gets his just desserts…

Daddy, what did you do on Valentine’s Day? Well honey, I sat in a hotel room in Tucson and read 40+ pages of forum stuff about a scammer that hit the WRONG person…

If you dont feel like reading the whole 49+ pages at SVT Performance, here is a summary of the scammer takedown:

E-thug ripped a guy of for a cell phone to the tune of about $400. The problem is the guy is a member of a car forum so he posts up that he’s been ripped off. He is in Kentucky, the perp is in New Jersey; within a few minutes, folks in New Jersey get to work and all his stuff (his address, phone number, email, drivers licsense, and social security number) is posted up, along with his picture and myspace location. This guy has apparently ripped off many people, including a bunch of students at Howard Univ in DC.

As things progress, the scammer is innundated with email, pictures of his house show up in the thread, and the linking begins…

First it goes to the other Ford Mustang sites, then starts branching out- Chevy, Dodge, Pontiac, Buick and motorcycle forum people start dropping in. Next it starts hitting the gun forums and who knows where else it is by now…

In five days, over 136,000 hits, 1212 replies, action by everyone BUT the local police, even after a few calls. The scammer begs and even sends the phone he promised the guy, but as of yet, no confirmation of delivery.

Moral of the story, scammers CAN be brought down by people working together… Car forums especially have large diverse memberships that pretty much cover the US (in fact one of the SVTP members literally lives down the street from the scammer); if not the world. Most forums are usually close knit groups, bonded by a common interest (cars, guns, who knows what). They are also adept at assisting others in the forum to get items, trade items (some of which are ‘quite’ expensive), trade tips and tricks on any number of things.

Also, none of them like to be ripped off, and usually have ways of dealing with scammers either officially or un-officially. However, this one is one of the only ones I have seen go this wide-spread in such a short period of time.

I, on the other hand, am the beneficiary of the positive side of forums…

As some of you know, I won a turn-in M40A1 stock in a drawing, and was convinced (beaten about the head and shoulders repeatedly) to build it out to a replica M40A1.

Trying to find pieces/parts for something like that is a near impossibility, or so I thought. When word went around the forum that I was going to build the stock out, I got emails not just from friends, but from people I had never met offering advice, parts or locations of parts, suppliers, etc.

I had one gentleman email me that I needed to email a guy in Vegas, that he had the correct bottom metal, and I could have it instead of his buying it…

I literally had one gentleman from Alaska sell me the action out of his rifle, because it is the correct period and type; he also threw in a period correct scope mount. When I asked him if it was a spare, he told me, “Well, I was planning on trying a new action anyway.”

This was a man I have never met, and only talked to on the phone after we made the deal!

A friend in Arkansas, whom I had not told about winning the stock, got an email from someone else, and found a period correct sling for the rifle- (needless to say, I caught a little crap about not telling him).

Bottom line- Forums can help you with ANY number of problems, and can put paid to a lot of these scammers if people will ask for help!!!!

A response to the idjits in Berkeley

You’ve gotta drop by First In and read the entry from Capt. America about Brian G Dennard, Principal Director, Meridian Development Group, LLC letter to Berkeley. MDG is a huge player in the high end yachting world (not that I’ll ever see one). Mr. Dennard puts Berkeley on notice that there WILL be a financial impact!

Thank you Captain and thank you Mr. Dennard for standing up for our Marines and all the other members of the Armed Forces!

I’ll take it…

Woke up at oh dark 30 this morning as the wind started, so I figured what the hey… This is gonna be an inside day. I was doing real good; laundry, and all the other crap I really hate to do. About 9;30 a friend calls, “Hey, it’s not THAT bad outside, lets go shoot something.”

Drop everything, grab the gun bag and out the door I go…

Well, it’s about 40 degrees and windy, not too bad… So we spent two hours popping caps at targets and plates.

Did I mention it was windy? It’s pretty bad when you hear the wind whistling AND you have ears on…

Fingers were turning blue, along with exposed body parts, so I decided to drag out the carry piece and rotate my mags for it.

I’ll take this ANY day! G26, 10 yards, 19 of 20 in the COM… Hell, I don’t normally shoot this good when it’s warm and dry… Did I mention it was windy…

I have become fascinated by the expressed and exhibited bias in the media.

Watching CNN this morning, according to them the Republican party is in meltdown because Romney dropped out. They are harping on the fact that McCain cannot possibly be a conservative because he associated with the Dems on bills, and because of the failed amnesty bill. They downplayed Obama, gave lots of airtime to Hillbilly, and poo-poo’ed Obama’s wins yesterday. They pushed Hillbilly as the ‘probable’ nominee.

Flipped over to Fox, completely different storys on both parties. Fox acknowledged Republican issues, talked about conciliation, Mike Wallace interviewed GW Bush, who spoke highly of McCain. On the dem side, gave pretty much equal time to both Obama and Hillbilly; indicating it could be a fight to the finish at the convention and that both Florida and Michigan (who were booted), could in fact be the deciding votes.

On a lighter note- Dan Snyder can’t find a head coach who is willing to work for him, so he promoted Jim Zorn (ex-Seattle quarterback), wh0 was originally hired as the offensive coach, to head coach. Now Zorn has spent the last seven years as a quarterback coach, has no major coaching experience, and has never been a head coach… LOVE IT!!!! Dallas should beat the hell outta the deadskins for sure now… 🙂

When insults had class…

These are simply too good to keep to myself…

When Insults Had Class

These glorious insults are from an era before a great portion of the English language got boiled down to 4-letter words, not to mention waving middle fingers.

The exchange between Churchill & Lady Astor: She said, ‘If you were my Husband I’d give you poison,’ and he said, ‘If you were my wife, I’d drink it.’

A member of Parliament to Disraeli: ‘Sir, you will either die on the Gallows or of some unspeakable disease.’ ‘That depends, Sir,’ said Disraeli, ‘on whether I embrace your policies or your mistress.’

‘He had delusions of adequacy.’ – Walter Kerr

‘He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.’ – Winston Churchill

‘A modest little person, with much to be modest about.’ – Winston Churchill

‘I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.’ – Clarence Darrow

‘He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the Dictionary.’ – William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway). ‘Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?’ – Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)

‘Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I’ll waste no time Reading it.’- Moses Hadas

‘He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I know.’ – Abraham Lincoln

‘I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.’ – Mark Twain

‘He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.’ – Oscar Wilde

‘I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend…. If you have one.’ – George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill
‘Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second… If there is one.’ – Winston Churchill, in response.

‘I feel so miserable without you; it’s almost like having you here.’ – Stephen Bishop

‘He is a self-made man and worships his creator.’ – John Bright

‘I’ve just learned about his illness. Let’s hope it’s nothing trivial.’ – – Irvin S. Cobb

‘He is not only dull himself, he is the cause of dullness in others.’ – Samuel Johnson

‘He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.’ – Paul Keating

‘There’s nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won’t cure.’ – Jack E. Leonard

‘He has the attention span of a lightning bolt.’ – Robert Redford

‘They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge.’ – Thomas Brackett Reed

‘In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily.’- Charles, Count Talleyrand

‘He loves nature in spite of what it did to him.’ – Forrest Tucker

‘Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?’ – Mark Twain

‘His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.’ – Mae West

‘Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.’ – Oscar Wilde

‘He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts.. . For support rather than illumination. ‘ – Andrew Lang (1844-1912)

‘He has Van Gogh’s ear for music.’ – Billy Wilder

‘I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening but this wasn’t it.’ – Groucho Marx ‘

A patriot must always be ready to defend his country against his government.’ – Edward Abbey

10 more months of misery…

Gleeful pronuciation by one of the talking heads today, “It doesn’t look like the presidential nominees will be decided until the conventions.”

ARGHHHH!!!! NO….no…. whimper….

Reminder to self: Get Lexan screen for TV in case I decide to throw something at it…

Huh, just heard Hillbilly had to loan herself $5M a couple of months ago to continue her campaign. Wonder why it’s just now coming out? Is she getting a free pass on anything and everything? I thought you had to declare that stuff… Campaign finances and all that, ya know…

I really wonder what would happen if there was no bad news? Would the talking heads go silent???

If nobody voted, would there be an election? There would probably be the one asshat that didn’t get the word, and of course he would vote democrap 4200 times…

Anyhoo… The stock market is tanking, down again today, so my retirement nest egg has probably shrunk to about the size of a sperm! sigh…

An interesting commentary though, some analyst think the market jitters are primarily because neither party can make up it’s tiny assed mind on a candidate, so the market doesn’t know which way to jump. If it’s McCain, defense up; if it Hillbilly, health up. Since they are mutually exclusive, nobody does anything…

On a sad note, two more women were raped in the Arlington/Fairfax County area last night and this morning. Last night one woman was walking down a sidewalk, talking on her cell phone when attacked. The other one was in a apparently unlocked apartment.

Ladies, PLEASE, PLEASE pay attention to your surroundings! Earbuds, cellphones, etc. ARE ASKING FOR TROUBLE!!!!

If you are out by yourselves, please pay attention to your surroundings, look at people approaching you, look around often, especially in areas where there are alerts. If you have a carry permit, use it! If you are out walking in jogging clothes, use a fanny pack; they are cheap and while they may not match your outfit, they will carry whatever size pistol you choose.

At home, please lock your doors! Trusting your neighbors is one thing, but the random asshole off the street is something else.

Ladies, as much as I admire your independence and desire for equality, please take adequate measures and use common sense to protect yourselves. The police cannot be everywhere and protect everyone all the time.