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February 17, 2005
Reality hurts
Every so often, one gets the sense that the moonbats really aren't ready to wrap their heads around the working stiff's reality.
WHEN 35 Greenpeace protesters stormed the International Petroleum Exchange (IPE) yesterday they had planned the operation in great detail. What they were not prepared for was the post-prandial aggression of oil traders who kicked and punched them back on to the pavement.
“We bit off more than we could chew. They were just Cockney barrow boy spivs. Total thugs,” one protester said, rubbing his bruised skull. “I’ve never seen anyone less amenable to listening to our point of view.”
Another said: “I took on a Texan Swat team at Esso last year and they were angels compared with this lot.” Behind him, on the balcony of the pub opposite the IPE, a bleary-eyed trader, pint in hand, yelled: “Sod off, Swampy.”
The photo is courtesy of TexasBestGrok.
Posted by Mike Lief at 11:35 PM
Playing like the pros
Funniest thing I've seen in quite a while.
I knew there was a reason I never enjoyed team sports.
Go ahead, you'll never watch basketball in quite the same way again.
Posted by Mike Lief at 10:56 PM
February 16, 2005
When Good News Feels Bad
New York Magazine Online has an interesting column, "When Good News Feels Bad: After Iraq’s vote, New York liberals are in a serious moral-ideological-emotional bind. And the only way out is to root for Bush’s victory."
As you might have guessed, the author is . . . conflicted. Yeah, of course he voted for Kerry and can't stand the president. But the author does point out an uncomfortable fact about having to choose sides in this -- or any -- conflict. But, naturally, there are also numerous cheap shots at conservatives, including the classic invocation of "facists."
Yawn.
I've excerpted the key points below.
. . . Like “radical chic,” a related New York specialty, “liberal guilt” once meant feeling discomfort over one’s good fortune in an unjust world. As this last U.S. election cycle began, however, a new subspecies of liberal guilt arose—over the pleasure liberals took in bad news from Iraq, which seemed sure to hurt the administration. But with Bush reelected, any shred of tacit moral rationale is gone. In other words, feel the guilt, and let it be a pang that leads to moral clarity.
Each of us has a Hobbesian choice concerning Iraq; either we hope for the vindication of Bush’s risky, very possibly reckless policy, or we are in a de facto alliance with the killers of American soldiers and Iraqi civilians.[Emphasis added] We can be angry with Bush for bringing us to this nasty ethical crossroads, but here we are nonetheless.
I don’t mean to suggest, in the right-wing, proto-fascist [See what I mean?] rhetorical fashion, that every good American is obliged to support all American wars. But at this moment in this war, that binary choice of who you want to win is inescapable and needs to be faced squarely—just as being pro-war obliges one to admit that thousands of innocent Iraqis have been killed or maimed or orphaned [Warning! Critical need to remind us that wars are violent!].
At a certain point during the Vietnam War, a majority of Americans—those of us who were in favor of unilateral U.S. withdrawal—were in a de facto alliance with the North Vietnamese, the Vietcong, and the Soviets. Unpleasant but true.
If you're so inclined, you can read the whole thing here.
Posted by Mike Lief at 12:01 PM
February 14, 2005
Courage, honor
Take a good look at the Marine being helped by his comrades in the photo above. Notice that he still has a firm grip on his weapon after taking seven hits from an AK, as well as absorbing shrapnel from a grenade mere feet away. Read the account below, then take another look at the photo.
It's the very essence of the American warrior.
Just a taste of what Gen. Mattis meant when he said that Marines sometimes think killin' is fun -- i.e., don't shy away from making sure the enemy is really dead -- is in the finest tradition of Iwo and Tarawa:
Shots burst from an AK-47 assault rifle 2 feet from Kasal. He backed up, then returned fire.
"I stuck my barrel right in his chest, we were that close," said Kasal. "I kept pulling the trigger until he went down . . . then I shot him two more times in the forehead to make sure he was dead."
From a staircase behind him came another barrage. "I never even saw it coming," Kasal said.
Round after round after round, nearly cutting his leg in half.
He watched Nicoll get sprayed, too, and saw him bleeding from the midsection.
In spite of his own wounds, Kasal crawled back to help his comrade.
Sliding on his belly, Kasal kicked away the insurgent he had killed and pulled Nicoll into a tiny adjoining room for cover. On the way, he was shot in the buttocks.
Both men were bleeding profusely but protected by a wall. Kasal wrapped a field dressing around Nicoll's leg.
Then came the grenade-exploding just 4 feet away.
Just another day at the office for our fighting men. Well, what are you waiting for? Read the whole thing!
With more than half his blood draining onto an Iraqi battleground, a bullet-riddled Brad Kasal feared he might never again see his family in Afton, Iowa.
But the first sergeant's resolve to save a younger Marine lying next to him pushed aside such thoughts.
"I was losing consciousness," a recuperating Kasal recalled last week. "I forced myself to stay awake. I was worried about saving him and keeping the enemy at bay."
Both Kasal, 38, and Pfc. Alexander Nicoll survived that Nov. 13 Fallujah firefight, albeit with life-altering injuries. Nicoll lost part of a leg; Kasal is fighting to save his.
Kasal's heroics have been memorialized by a journalist's photograph that's quickly spreading over the Internet.
The powerful image shows the bloodied warrior with his arms wrapped around the necks of two comrades pulling him to safety. By then, Kasal, leader of 170 Marines, had absorbed seven rounds from a fully-automatic rifle and up to 40 pieces of grenade shrapnel. Still clenched in Kasal's right hand is his 9 mm Beretta.
What happened during the hour or so leading up to that moment is a story of wartime loyalty, bravery, brotherhood.
The events highlighted a bond among three Marines: Kasal, Nicoll and 24-year-old R.J. Mitchell of Omaha. They earlier had served together in the same Marine company.
As with any photograph, there is more than meets the eye. In interviews, Kasal, Mitchell and others recounted the deeper story behind the picture.
They were five days into Operation Phantom Fury, the American assault on the insurgent stronghold of Fallujah.
Troops were clearing buildings of terrorists when Kasal spotted a wounded American who said at least three Marines were trapped in a nearby house filled with "bad guys."
Kasal rounded up a crew and led the way.
"I knew it was the toughest fighting we were doing," he would recall.
He entered first to give the Marines more confidence.
He noticed several dead Iraqis on the floor. He pointed two of his men toward a wounded American, then took Nicoll with him to check an "uncleared" room.
Shots burst from an AK-47 assault rifle 2 feet from Kasal. He backed up, then returned fire.
"I stuck my barrel right in his chest, we were that close," said Kasal. "I kept pulling the trigger until he went down . . . then I shot him two more times in the forehead to make sure he was dead."
From a staircase behind him came another barrage. "I never even saw it coming," Kasal said.
Round after round after round, nearly cutting his leg in half.
He watched Nicoll get sprayed, too, and saw him bleeding from the midsection.
In spite of his own wounds, Kasal crawled back to help his comrade.
Sliding on his belly, Kasal kicked away the insurgent he had killed and pulled Nicoll into a tiny adjoining room for cover. On the way, he was shot in the buttocks.
Both men were bleeding profusely but protected by a wall. Kasal wrapped a field dressing around Nicoll's leg.
Then came the grenade-exploding just 4 feet away.
Kasal rolled on top of Nicoll, trying to protect him from the blast.
Omahan Mitchell came running into the room to help. He, too, was hit by grenade shrapnel.
At Kasal's behest, Mitchell tended to Nicoll's injuries. Kasal laid his rifle in the doorway - a sign to other Marines that friendly forces were inside - then pulled out his 9 mm for protection.
Mitchell radioed other troops, who came later to pull the wounded Marines out.
The dire circumstances brought together three Marines who had served together in Kilo Company before Kasal shifted to Weapons Company, 3rd Battalion, 1st Marines.
Mitchell calls Kasal the epitome of a Marine. Kasal says he was honored to fight beside a trusted comrade like Mitchell. Both praised the younger Nicoll's courage.
And they did not forget other Marines, who ultimately collapsed the house on remaining insurgents. Mitchell said the two lance corporals shown in the photo pulling Kasal to safety are heroes, too.
"It's crazy what a human body is capable of doing when you actually have meaning to do something," Mitchell said. "You're completely willing to put your life on the line for your fellow Marine."
Shot multiple times in the firefight was yet another Marine with Midlands ties, Cpl. Ryan Weemer. The Fremont, Neb., native had hobbled out to seek help, passing Kasal and Mitchell on their way in.
The final rescue phase of the battle claimed the life of Sgt. Byron Norwood, whose parents were spotlighted during President Bush's State of the Union address.
Joseph H. Alexander, a retired Marine colonel who is now a military historian, said the photo of Kasal's rescue is making the rounds in the tight-knit Marine community.
"He's badly shot up, but he's still got his weapons and he's not quitting," Alexander said of the photograph. "That's the kind of men you want fighting for your country."
Alexander, who saw his share of bravery in the Vietnam War, said he wouldn't be surprised to see high military honors bestowed on Kasal.
"He was conspicuously brave at the risk of his own life, took care of his troops and was such a warrior. That's not going to escape the attention of any of his superiors," Alexander said.
Sixty percent of Kasal's blood was shed that day.
"I'll be honest. A couple of times I didn't think I was going to make it out," he said. "I thought I was going to bleed to death."
Separation from his unit during recovery ached more than the wounds, he said. "It's hard to explain - just that bond."
The hospital stay, however, did produce lasting memories. Kasal's father, Gerald, beams over a photo of a special December visitor, President Bush, who met with his son at the National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, Md.
"It ain't every day an Iowa boy gets to meet the president and talk to him one on one," his dad said.More surgeries are ahead as doctors try to stretch Kasal's lower leg, which lost 4 inches of bone in the firefight. Time will tell whether it can be saved.
His days now are divided between military hospitals and his home in Oceanside, Calif.
Nicoll is on the mend, and Mitchell is heading home to Omaha later this month. Mitchell's wound on Nov. 13 was his fourth injury since enlisting in 2001. He is processing out as his contract ends in March. He was promoted to sergeant after the battle. He'll leave with at least two Purple Hearts.
Kasal plans to retire in 2006, capping two decades of active duty. He wants to get into real estate and settle in Iowa, near the farm where he and four brothers, all of whom served in the military, grew up.
Retirement will wait, though, until Kasal gets better.
"I want to go out as I came in - healthy and in uniform, with pride."
There's no better litmus test of the Red State/Blue State divide: did the preceeding account make you proud, so damn proud your eyes welled up and you wanted to grab the nearest elderly veteran and tell him, "Thank you!" Or did it fill you with revulsion at the unbridled blood lust of the misguided warriors oppressing the peace-loving freedom fighters?
I'm just asking.
Hat tip to Kim Du Toit for the original link to this story.
Posted by Mike Lief at 10:04 PM