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Hey, Obama – You’re Not My Daddy

Posted on 10 April 2011 by Editor

Originally posted 2010-02-01 13:19:18. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

by Nancy Morgan
RightBias.com
February 1, 2010

When I left home at age 18, I breathed a sigh of relief. Free at last. I was legally of an age where I assumed the right to make my own decisions. No longer could my mother tell me to eat my vegetables, to quit smoking, to clean my room or to modify my behavior to someone else’s standards. Heady stuff.

As I threw off the shackles of parental supervision, I willingly assumed the responsibilities of a grown-up. I got a job, I paid my bills, I planned for the future. I worked hard and focused on being the best I could be. After the requisite ‘teachable moments,’ I succeeded. I achieved the American dream, on my own. Without any government handouts. Like most Americans.

Enter Obama and the change he promised. Obama and his buddies seem intent on treating me as if I am still a child. Not a day goes by that I don’t see the image of our dear leader on television imploring me to wash my hands, urging dads to be good dads, and lecturing me on what I can and cannot say.

Even first lady Michelle is getting in on the act, solemnly advising one and all to donate to the victims of the Haiti earthquake. As if she has a lock on moral virtue. Color me offended.

Hey Obama, you’re not my daddy. I don’t need or want your advice on how to live my life. In fact, I quite resent your blatant patronization and condescension. I’m not a child any more. And I don’t need you to lecture me. Most especially when you yourself don’t walk the walk.

Being elected President did not give you the right to assume a parental role. I have a family for that. And I don’t need your wife to lecture me on the virtues of compassion. I have a church for that. And I most assuredly don’t need your minions appropriating my hard earned money under false pretenses, and spending it faster than I earn it. I had a husband for that.

Here’s a thought: How about you concentrate on your responsibilities and let me take care of my own. Your responsibility includes keeping America safe, not arbitrating football rules. Your responsibilities include waging a war against murdering Islamists who would see America ruined. Maybe you should point that wagging finger at them instead of SUV drivers and fellow smokers.

I’m not an expert on community organizing, nor am I an intellectual. I’m just an ordinary citizen living in fly-over country, trying to be the best I can be. And frankly, Obama, I think there are pressing world problems you should address, instead of lecturing me on what I eat, what I drive, what I say and the life decisions I have made.

You may be President, but you are not a role model I aspire to. I, gasp, judge people by their actions, not their words. And though I have respect for the office you hold, I don’t respect you. Your actions have been shrouded in secrecy and double dealing. Your [successful] attempts to manipulate people through poll tested buzz words and high sounding rhetoric are wearing thin.

Here’s a heads-up: no-where in the Constitution that you swore to uphold, is there anything that entitles you to assume the role of parent. You’re not my daddy. So please…. tend to your own garden and get off my back. I quit needing parental supervision decades ago. And I am thoroughly offended by your self-righteous patronization.

I’ll make you a deal. When you start living by the same rules you are imposing on the rest of us, then I might take time from my busy schedule to listen to your advice. Until then, I sure wish you’d start living up to your own responsibilities and quit telling me what mine are.

Here’s a clue: Quit campaigning and start leading – and make sure your own house is clean before you start inspecting mine. Most of all, quit with the lies. Most Americans see through them by now and all they do is offend us. Step up to the plate Obama. Stop with the townhalls, public service announcements and staged photo ops. This country needs a leader, not a lecturer. Its time for you to grow up. Please.

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Nancy Morgan is a columnist and news editor for RightBias.com
She lives in South Carolina

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A French Infantryman’s View of American Soldiers

Posted on 10 April 2011 by Editor

Originally posted 2010-01-20 22:27:27. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

American Soldierby Jean-Marc Liotier

American troops in Afghanistan through the eyes of a French OMLT infantryman.

The US often hears echoes of worldwide hostility against the application of its foreign policy, but seldom are they reached by the voices of people who experience first hand how close we are to the USA.  In spite of contextual political differences and conflicting interests that generate friction, we do share the same fundamental values – and when push comes to shove that is what really counts.  Through the eyes of that French OMLT (Operational Mentoring Liaison Teams) infantryman you can see how strong the bond is on the ground.  In contrast with the Americans, the French soldiers don’t seem to write much online – or maybe the proportion is the same but we just have fewer people deployed.  Whatever the reason, this is a rare and moving testimony which is why I decided to translate it into English, so that American people can catch a glimpse of the way European soldiers see them.  Not much high philosophy here, just the first hand impressions of a soldier in contact – but that only makes it more authentic.





Here is the original French article, http://omlt3-kdk3.over-blog.com/article-22935665.html and below is the translation:

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“We have shared our daily life with two US units for quite a while – they are the first and fourth companies of a prestigious infantry battalion whose name I will withhold for the sake of military secrecy. To the common man it is a unit just like any other.  But we live with them and got to know them, and we henceforth know that we have the honor to live with one of the most renowned units of the US Army – one that the movies brought to the public as series showing “ordinary soldiers thrust into extraordinary events”.  Who are they, those soldiers from abroad, how is their daily life, and what support do they bring to the men of our OMLT every day?  Few of them belong to the Easy Company, the one the TV series focuses on.  This one nowadays is named Echo Company, and it has become the support company.

They have a very strong American accent –  the language they speak seems to be not even English.  How many times did I have to write down what I wanted to say rather than waste precious minutes trying various pronunciations of a seemingly common word?  Whatever state they are from, no two accents are alike and they themselves admit that in some crisis situations they have difficulties understanding each other.

Heavily built, fed at the earliest age with Gatorade, proteins at places like Waffle House and McDonalds – they are all heads and shoulders taller than us and their muscles remind us of Rambo.  Our frames are amusingly skinny to them – even the strongest of us – and because of that they often mistake us for Afghans.

Here we discover America as it is often depicted: their values are taken to their paroxysm, often amplified by the loneliness of this outpost in the middle of that Afghan valley.  Honor, motherland – everything here reminds of that: the American flag floating in the wind above the outpost, just like the one on the postage parcels.  Even if recruits often originate from the heart of American cities and gang territory, no one here has any goal other than to hold high and proud the star spangled banner.  Each man knows he can count on the support of their whole people who provides them through the mail all the things that an American could miss in such a remote front-line location: books, chewing gums, razorblades, Gatorade, toothpaste etc. in such way that every man is aware of how much the American people backs him in his difficult mission.  And that is a first shock to our preconceptions: the American soldier is no individualist. The team, the group, the combat team are the focus of all his attention.

And they are impressive warriors!  We have not come across bad ones, as strange at it may seem to you when you know how critical French people can be.  Even if some of them are a bit on the heavy side, all of them provide us everyday with lessons in infantry know-how.  Beyond the wearing of a combat kit that never seems to discomfort them (helmet strap, helmet, combat goggles, rifles etc.) the long hours of watch at the outpost never seem to annoy them in the slightest.  On the one square meter wooden tower above the perimeter wall they stand the five consecutive hours in full battle rattle and night vision goggles on top, their sight focused in the directions of likely danger.  No distractions, no pauses, they are like statues nights and days.  At night, all movements are performed in the dark – only a handful of subdued red lights indicate the occasional presence of a soldier on the move.  Same with the vehicles whose lights are covered – everything happens in pitch dark even filling the fuel tanks with the Japy pump.

And combat?  If you have seen Rambo you have seen it all – always coming to the rescue when one of our teams gets in trouble, and always in the shortest delay.  That is one of their tricks: they switch from T-shirt and sandals to combat ready in three minutes.  Arriving in contact with the enemy, the way they fight is simple and disconcerting: they just charge! They disembark and assault in stride, they bomb first and ask questions later – which cuts any pussyfooting short.

(This is the main area where I’d like to comment.  Anyone with a passing knowledge of Kipling knows the lines from Chant Pagan: ‘If your officer’s dead and the sergeants look white/remember its ruin to run from a fight. /So take open order, lie down, sit tight/And wait for supports like a soldier./  This, in fact, is the basic philosophy of both British and Continental soldiers.  ‘In the absence of orders, take a defensive position.’  Indeed, virtually every army in the world.  The American    soldier and Marine, however, are imbued from early in their training with the ethos:  In the Absence of Orders:  Attack!  Where other forces, for good or ill, will wait for precise orders and plans to respond to an attack or any other ‘incident’, the American force will simply go, counting on firepower and SOP to carry the day.

This is one of the great strengths of the American force in combat and it is something that even our closest allies, such as the Brits and Aussies (that latter being closer by the way) find repeatedly surprising.  No wonder it surprises the hell out of our enemies!)

We seldom hear any harsh word, and from 5 AM onwards the camp chores are performed in beautiful order and always with excellent spirit.  A passing American helicopter stops near a stranded vehicle just to check that everything is alright; an American combat team will rush to support ours before even knowing how dangerous the mission is – from what we have been given to witness, the American soldier is a beautiful and worthy heir to those who liberated France and Europe.

To those who bestow us with the honor of sharing their combat outposts and who everyday give proof of their military excellence, to those who pay the daily tribute of America’s army’s deployment on Afghan soil, to those we owed this article, ourselves hoping that we will always remain worthy of them and to always continue hearing them say that we are all the same band of brothers”.
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Much of this the various veterans reading will go ‘Well, duh. Of course we do our ‘camp chores’ and stand our posts in good order.  There’s a reason for them and if we didn’t we’d get our heads handed to us eventually. And, yeah, we’re in shape.  Makes battle easier.  The more you sweat, the less you bleed.’

What is hard for most people to comprehend is that that attitude represented only the most elite units of the past.  Current everyday  conventional boring ‘leg infantry’ units exceed the PT levels and training levels of most Special Forces during the Vietnam War.  They exceed both of those as well as IQ and educational levels of: Waffen SS, WWII Rangers, WWII Airborne and British ‘Commando’ units during WWII.  Their per-unit combat-functionality is essentially unmeasurable because it has to be compared to something and there’s nothing comparable in industrial period combat history.

‘The Greatest Generation’ WWII vets who really get a close look at how good these kids are stand in absolute awe.
So much of ‘The scum of the earth, enlisted for drink.’

Everyone complains about the quality of ‘the new guys.’  Don’t.  The screw-ups of this modern generation are head and shoulders above the ‘high-medium’ of any other group.  Including mine.

I wish to hell this would actually get reprinted in the NYT.

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