Afghanistan SITREP

U.S. Marines and quiet professionals, please see my analysis of how ISIS uses social media to recruit suicide bombers, soldiers, media sympathy, influence, power and success. Also see ISIS Use of Social Media as a Force Multiplier. This analysis was widely used back when your senior leadership actually cared about your lives more than their careers. I provided this analysis free to them at a CBRNE convention in Virginia.

Not one Pentagon general has resigned...or even threatened to resign, after our "allies the Taliban" Biden's words, not mine, killed hundreds of American Christians and over a dozen Marine's. The truth will come out about this debacle one day.We must save each other as our leaders have told us clearly... we are on our own. We must give 110% (see my poems at the end of this analysis) to save each other as our political and military leadership is craven and compromised. I dedicate this to the U.S. Marines and the quiet professionals. Was anyone really surprised when the Mohammedians hit our Marines at the Kabul airport with a suicide bomber or hit the Americans at the hotel nearby? One of the greatest impacts of the Taliban victory in Afghanistan is that state-sponsored terrorism is back. The difference now is that they will not have 30-year old Soviet Union equipment. They will have 21st century mission critical state-of-the-art American arms. The first thing the Taliban did when they took over, besides killing hundreds of Christians, is they seized the weapons of anyone outside their death cult. Just like the gun grabbers here, they want to disarm you so they can enslave you. If you want to know how we lost the war in Afghanistan, see the links below. Captain Matthew Lohmeir's removal from Space Command for his courage opposing Marxism in the USAF offers valuable lessons. With so many of my family who served in the Air Force, and one who died over the South Pacific in WWII, it breaks my heart to read Captain Lohmeir's story. The weather genius who runs MSE Enterprises and wrote the book Warnings Mike Smith has a post about manhood that offers more reasons. His book Irresistible Revolution: Marxism's Goal of Conquest and the Unmasking of the American Military details the deconstruction of our military via Marxist ideology to ruin it as a fighting force.Dinesh D'Soua does a great job describing how the careerocrats who now run the military are one of the primary reasons we now have an Islamic Emirate of Afghanistan. And most importantly, to get their 30 pieces of silver, the Roman Catholic cardinals and bishops who aid and abet the child sex trafficking's at the border. Yes, there are many Americans working hard in the background to save this Republic, but time is running out. The Cardinals and Bishops Church of Nice is destroying the Church Militant so there may soon be no Christian warriors left to defend this nation.Let us not forget the military industrial complex is owned by the same investors who own the Big Media.

Warrior Poet gives 5 effects of the monumental failure of the Biden Administration globalists here.
Here in the War Zone are true SITREP reports and analysis of the the horror the current administrations greed, cowardice and incompetence has visited on Afghanistan, the U.S. and the world. So much so that much of the world now believes the CCP model works. 
I gave this same analysis to a background influencer and agree completely with what this analysis says.

You will be able to see the video of what is happening at that airport without the lying legacy corporate media and CCP filter.

To all the American and European Veterans who served there nobly protecting the world from these savages, hold your heads up high. You did your duty with honor, grit, courage, and dedication. 

It is not your fault you were sold out by craven globalists and their allies. And your expertise is still needed so we can deliver a safer, better world to our grandchildren and children.

Bonus 1: Awaken with JP.

Bonus 2: NYCG

Bonus 3: Salty Army.

Bonus 4: Our Military is a Woke Joke

Bonus 5: Neither Peace nor Honor in Afghanistan

Bonus 6: Afghan Ghost Soldiers

Bonus 7: Afghanistan, China's New Province

Is this a Repeat of Saigon 1975

This is worse than Saigon in 1975.

In Vietnam, we at least made an effort to get our military hardware and military assets out before we left.

For a first-rate view of what happened, see Tom Glenn's excellent book The Last of the Annamese. 

I was going to the American College in Paris that Spring. Everyday I had to pass a communist bookstore with a map of the provinces in South Vietnam falling. As each fell, they would color it red.

One day while eating breakfast alone in my bedroom as my "host" French family only brought me out occasionally to impress their neighbors with how cosmopolitan they were, the noodle arm no chest French teen ager who lived with his mom in the 7th Arrondisement then, burst into my room as I studied.

He was yelling loudly, "C'est incroyable! C'est incroyable! Les Americans est completement fou!!!  Vite! Vite!"

He motioned for me to come to the living room where, on a grainy black and white television, there was live footage of American helicopters being thrown off American Navy ships. 

Total chaos. 

People were scrambling on top of each other trying not to be thrown into the depths of the Pacific Ocean and drowned as my MIA Uncle Frank Curley was in February 10, 1945.

Other news reports showed our U.S. Marines trying to control a panicked mob as it overran the security walls around the U.S. Embassy in Saigon in a desperate attempt to get onto a U.S. helicopter for safety and freedom for them and their families.

I know that was their motive because when I returned to the University of Pennsylvania for my junior year I tutored a Vietnamese family that fled and they told me how and why. There were 16 of them packed into broken down row house in a high crime West Philadelphia neighborhood. 

But they always insisted in feeding me from their meagre food rations when I taught them American English and Culture. Last I heard all of the children became doctors at American Universities.

The 7 N. Vietnamese divisions that occupied Saigon allowed the Americans to exit.

They did not want bombs raining down on them and made the rational decision to allow the American's to go.

In the CCP view, the Americans the Taliban and other jihadi's kill is one less for them to eliminate when they dominate the world.

The Fallout of the Afghanistan Defeat

When the Soviet Union military was fighting in Afghanistan, many Russian boys coffins were shipped home. 

All were sealed shut, even though Russian Orthodox Christian burial protocol uses an open coffin until burial, but no grieving Russian mother was ever allowed to see her son's dead body.

Why?

Because the jihadi's had so mutilated every Russian body as a warning to the Soviet military knew that if the Russian public saw those mutilated bodies they would have had to end that war far sooner. 

The old Soviet Union-level of lying is now present in our military and civilian leadership.

The full faith and confidence of the American public in their  has collapoliticianspsed.

The American's still left behind in Afghanistan will be killed, tortured, and brutalized.

See Sharia law and educate yourself.

The Taliban will not follow the discipline of the Communist North Vietnamese divisions who took Saigon in 1975.

They will be far more brutal.

Similarly, in my MIA Uncle Frank's case, his last bombing mission was to prevent the Japanese Imperial Army and Navy from eating the flesh of American pilots.

I know. It sounds crazy.

But they were as crazy as the Taliban.

They thought the American pilots were the greatest American warriors and if they ate them they would gain that same warrior spirit.

Frank's mission was kept classified for 60 years because the American political and military leadership knew that fact would inflame the American public and so kept it from them.

James Bradley's book Flyboys provides great background on these missions.
Especially powerful, but unknown to most, is that the Imperial Japanese officer's were eating the body parts of American flyers (see pages 222 -236). I kid you not. The U.S. Government at the time and until today has kept it quiet. 

Such horrors are now happening in Afghanistan.

The Taliban want a propaganda victory with their military victory.

They want to demonstrate to worldwide Islam they are the Islamic Emirate of Afghanistan, better than ISIS or any other jihadi organizations.

They just demonstrated they were able to defeat the most powerful military force in the world.

That now puts them at the top of the world's terrorists who must now fall in line with fighters and money to support their goals.

To prove it, they will kill lots of Americans overseas and in the United States, and their "collaborators."

Already, the Taliban has executed all "collaborators" in their drive to Kabul.

They have told the women to go back inside the house and make future warriors.

And they have ordered that each village, town and city provide lists of female residents from 14 to 45.

They will be raped repeatedly and provide more babies for the battles.

And many of them will be child brides for the Taliban fighters.

We are in for a wild time.

Count on it.

And the CCP will provide the Taliban the means, cover, and ability using their American and worldwide network.

My Background with Jihadi's

I have studied jihadi's from when I was assaulted by four of them, one with a knife, in an alley in Paris in 1975 to the volunteer surveillance work I did as an auxiliary when the American law enforcement community was overwhelmed after 9/11...to today.

(They were taking troopers off the highway and reassigning them to intel surveillance, a task for which most of them were completely unprepared. I was able to gather the intel they needed to assist their efforts.) 

Sadly, I learned then about careerocrats. These are extremely highly paid government bureaucrats who put themselves and accumulating power, prestige, and wealth over the mission of protecting American lives and property. 

For example, when I identified Dr. Germ being at a mosque in Gaithersburg, they waited so long to arrest her she had returned to Iraq by the time they were still filling out paperwork to get her.)

There are jihadi's in the mob being brought in from Kabul right now . 

There are also many jihadi's crossing the Southern U.S. border.

These are facts.

When you go to Jihadi websites, they are very clear that they have not forgotten their 1,400 year old war with Christians, even if Christian's have.

If you want you and your family to live, you will take advantage of visible and invisible weapons to defeat them for the sake of yourself, your families, and your nation.

We are vulnerable now because the CCP, the jihadi's, and the globalists, including the American ones, know we have a hologram for a leader who will parrot whatever words they put in front of him and sound sincere enough that normies will believe what he says.

The CCP now has it's one road through Afghanistan to the rest of the world. 

This is just beginning.

But remember you have invisible weapons with which we can crush their visible weapons.

Trust me.

Invisible weapons, 

The 7 sacraments, grace, The Blessed Trinity, will keep you safe as they have for 2,000 years.

Never forget it was a Roman Centurion soldier who said to Christ and gave us this payer:

"Lord, I am not worthy

that You should enter under my roof,

but only say the Word

and my Soul shall be healed."

Special Note: Poetry can heal the soul. I offer my poems below relevant to this subject in hopes they provide solace to all Veterans, but especially those who served in Afghanistan.

The first one I wrote fore a friend who served two tours with the Army Special Forces in Vietnam. His niece's SEAL husband, after 20 years of duty most of which was in Afghanistan, and with three children, decided to end the pain by killing himself. Pete asked me to write a poem to read at the burial at Arlington. 

It was one of the hardest poems I have ever written. I pray it provided some solace to his wife, three children, my friend, and their friends and family. It is below.

Soft Feet Walk the Wet Green Grass at Arlington

 

Soft feet walk the wet green grass at Arlington,

Where a young mother cradles her baby and sons

Weeping softly in death-caused grief and pain

As her warrior husband is interred and remembered.

 

Many sing praises of his courage, bravery and strength

Under enemy fire in fierce battles in foreign lands.

She feels the baby move at her neck and cry out,

Hungry for food but unaware of the greater hunger.

 

The mother hears more words of praise from the chaplain,

She tries to maintain, but the knot of grief grabs her throat.

She sees the two boys fidgeting and looking about

And wonders how she will explain their father to them one day.

 

Her pain is now to a degree she knows as few do

The sword that has pierced her heart can never be removed

In this lifetime, and will stay with her until her own death:

Until then there are three children who must be raised.

 

As Christ hung on a Cross and Mary saw her son taken

So the Holy Spirit could be revealed to the human race,

This mother must protect, nourish, love and kindle

The spirit of these children co-created with her husband.

 

The wind blows and she looks up to see a man and a flag

Telling her how grateful the nation is for her husband’s sacrifice.

She knows now what every warrior’s widow must know,

The truth of his life work that became his mission:

 

His love for her was the reason he was willing to die,

That sacrificial love the reason these children live.

She cradles the baby and flag, takes the boys hands,

Stands and walks, despite the grief, to her destiny and duty.

 

 

November 14, 2017

Arlington, VA

The Female Imperative

 

And this I know

And wanted to say to you

Before I die.

 

Please hear me out

My Dear, Sweet Wife,

Mother of my seven children.

This is my final testimony.

 

With death calling

More times than I can recall or count

I saw your face, your image, your spirit

Before me briefly before each terror

And found then the strength,

The courage, sometimes the very breath

To strike back at the evil, the terror,

That came from the desert.

 

I took up my cross, saddled my horse,

Sharpened my sword and dagger

Reinforced my shield

And joined my soldiers

In the Holy Christian Crusade.

 

Through all the heat, bones, and disease

I saw our flag raised above Jerusalem.

 

Back now in the land of water and crops,

I know I have done my duty with honor

And thought you should know:

 

It is the female imperative that saved us,

That the enemy never knew.

Carrying Stones

 

One by one

Day after day after day

These stones must be carried

Until a wall is built

Against the hordes of jihadists

Beyond the deep sea

And now in the neighboring village.

 

Just as my ancestors carried stone

To secure a few acres to grow

Wheat, barley, vegetables, potatoes

Because everyday life continues

Even when the invasions

And mid-night massacres happen

More frequently

Than God would allow

In a just world.

 

But here,

There is no justice,

Only fanatical jihadists,

And stones must be carried

And walls must be built.

 

We Have a New Life Now

 

We are 9/11

But we are more than 9/11.

We had a physical and spiritual life

Before that day.

And we have a New Life now.

 

As with the innocent 9/11 civilians,

We were murdered that day

By Jihadi’s who sucker-punched

Us with flesh melting jet fuel

And granite stone projectiles

That many think ended our lives.

 

But Americans leave no Americans behind.

Not their wounded or dead bodies,

Nor their memories, nor their stories.

This is why, children, we honor

Chief Army Warrant Officer William Ruth

And  Navy Lt. Commander Ronald J. Vauk

And all who went to work on 9/11

Only to be taken from us due to

Vicious, cunning, murdering Jihadi’s

Who know well their 1400-year legacy

Killing Christians, Jews, Hindus,

Pagans, atheists, or anyone else

Who does not submit, convert, or die

When they strike in Mohammad’s name

To arbitrarily decide who lives and who dies

According to their craven ideology.

 

CWO Ruth, Marine Corps Pilot

Who in Vietnam evacuated the dead

And wounded under heavy enemy fire

Went on to earn a Master’s degree

When he returned from the war.

He taught social studies and history

For 30 years to middle school students

But was pulled from the classroom

In the best tradition of the citizen soldier

To fight in Desert Shield and Desert Storm.

He presided one time as Commander

Of the Mt. Airy American Legion

Before God called him home,

Serving to the last minute

After a life of non-stop service.

 

Lt. Vauk graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy,

Served on the submarines U.S.S. Lipscomb

And U.S.S. Oklahoma City,

Was a supervisor in submarine technology

At the Johns Hopkins University

Applied Physics Laboratory,

And was the Watch Commander

At the Pentagon Command Center

On the phone trying to get jets to scramble

When the Jihadi-hijacked plane

Hit the Pentagon like a cruise missile,

As he served to the last minute

After a life of non-stop service.

 

Hear, children, we both left children behind

But we now preside with millions

Of Saints guarding the Gates of Heaven.

When your faith is weak

Know we stand post guarding

The gates of earth against the onslaught

Of the Jihadi’s who even today

Burn down Christian churches

And continue to rape, oppress and murder

Wherever they can find an opening

To slaughter the Holy Innocents.

Remember always, children,

To cry out to these Heavenly Saints,

Chief Army Warrant Officer William Ruth

Navy Lt. Commander Ronald J. Vauk

And all who have been martyred

In this 1400 year old war, and pray:

“Jesus, help us to know how

To defeat them and their ideology

And be worthy of Your sacrifice.”

 

We are 9/11.

But we are more than 9/11.

We had a physical and spiritual life

Before that day.

And we have a New Life now.

Let us celebrate our New Life together.

Future Dust

"I'll never look like that!"
I said to myself when we were offloaded
from the Lakeland Air Force Base
Officer Training School bus
and heard the upperclassmen
bark orders at us, the arriving class,
and saw the triple rings under their eyes.

Six weeks later, I looked like that
as I stood at the attention outside my room
on Saturday Morning Inspection

(as one upperclassman stood
outside my room looking at every detail
of my appearance for deviations
"Details will save your life!"
repeated by my teachers so often
it is forever burned into my mind,
and another ran over every detail in my room
from the folds in the mattress
to the spacing between my socks).

I broke after they left
to scan my demerits book
aware that so much depended
on my finally bringing those demerits down:
my graduation, the cohesion of my flight, honor,
the future of the United States of America.

And there it sat, like a turd
the inspector left behind
from his white-gloved hand:
"Future dust."

When the inspector returned
for questioning, I fired it right at him,
"What's 'future dust', Sir!?"
"I'd have had a perfect inspection
but for that demerit."

"Come over here, son."
he said in a thick Southern drawl.
He opened the blinds to let in the sun
and pointed at the air.

"What's that?" he said,
a thin grin opening on his face,
all the muscles in his future fighter pilot's body
preparing to press the red button on the joystick.

"Dust, Sir." I stated.
"Wrong, Officer Candidate Curley!
That's future dust!
In a few minutes it will land
on your desk and you failed to prevent it!
Therefore, you Sir, are guilty!
Guilty of letting down your flight!
Guilty of failing to prevent future dust!"
Three demerits. Good-bye!

As our teachers told us so many times,
they were preparing us for war.
Waging war has rules and surprises,
and surprises repeated often enough
become the rules of warfare.

Like future dust,
Or the future dust of a company
that fails to plan for the next bear market,
or the future dust of a family death,
or the future dust of the lack of preparation
for the next war and the deaths that will result,
or the dust of skyscrapers brought down

by fanatical jihadists,

or the future dust we will find

clogging the oxygen filters

of our interplanetary space ships.

So many years later,
I now know they were right.
We all must be eternally vigilant
to prevent future dust from landing,
if we are to have any chance at all
of a life in the space dust of the future.

Lament for American Hands and Hearts

 

A father will not be coming home tonight, or ever.

He was among 45 passengers

On a routine American commercial flight, Flight 93

When terrorists, Satan’s gift to the forces of evil,

Unjust war, pestilence, anger, murder, envy, and all mortal sin,

Slit the throats of some mothers who were stewardesses,

Bound them, sprayed mace at the men, who tried to help,

Herded them into the back of the plane,

Rushed the pilots, murdered them, and hijacked the plane.

 

Nevertheless, this Father Thomas Burnett

Calmly phoned his wife to say,

“I know we’re all going to die.

There’s three of us who are going to do something about it.”

As Mark Bingham phoned his mother to say,

“I just want you to know I love you.”

 

They organized and planned in nanoseconds,

And acted with fearlessness in minutes.

They overpowered the murders before them,

Charged down the 33 rows and 290 feet of 767 aisle,

Kicked down the locked cockpit door,

And 3 unarmed average Americans

Subdued 4 armed, vile, and unclean Bin Laden terrorists

Because they overheard the terrorists plans to turn

The civilian airliner into a war missile

To kill more innocent civilians

In a new kind of war, the terrorists

Decided and stated for decades ago, had no rules.

 

The unarmed Americans fought bravely and well.

They pulverized the puny terrorists who,

Now stripped of their most advanced weapon…surprise…

Cowered beneath the first and fierce counterstrikes

Of many future ones from average Americans

Until we drive these terrorists back to the caves

From which they emerged,

As their caves become their tombs,

As we carry forth the spirit of those who fought and died

Above the Amish Pennsylvania countryside

Who put into practice the ancient Amish saying,

“Hands to work and hearts to God.”

 

Top Secret Clearance

 

Dedicated to John O’Neill

The FBI agent who identified the Al-Queda network

                             And was drummed out of the FBI for making it an issue

And died in the World Trade Center on 9/11

Rescuing others after he got out safely.

 

“They denied

Your top-secret security clearance.

I wanted to tell you before anyone else.

Can you think of anything?

Mental health, arrest record, alcohol?”

My friend who had tried to hire me

On a government contract tells me.

 

“Sure. All three.”

I answer. “I told them all of it,

But it was so many years ago

I thought it wouldn’t matter to them.”

 

It’s a shame.

I could have done a great job for them

Rewriting their horrible

Defense Security Service website

And Employee Personnel Security Questionnaire

So human beings could have actually used it.

 

That’s all history now.

The hollow men still rule.

They don’t believe in redemption

Or that America is the land of second chances.

They have their rules and their rationale

I think to myself, aware my friend is still on the phone.

“I’m grateful for your help. It’s them, not you.” I say.

And put a phone weighing 500 pounds

From the past back in its cradle.

 

Listen well, all you GS4’s and GS5’s

Sitting self-satisfied, taking 2 hour lunches

And dreaming of that fat government pension:

When I attempted to fill out your

Employee Personnel Security Questionnaire

 And clicked the Help button,

The link was broken.

When I sent you an e-mail

Telling you it was broken,

Despite your auto-response that

“I am forwarding your concern

To the EPSQ Subject Matter Expert

To address your concern.”

No one ever responded to my request.

 

Listen well.

When I visit Jihad Unspun

The Jihadi’s gold-plated website,

All their links work fine.

They don’t even have a Help tab.

Their website works so smoothly

They don’t need one.

Some of the $500 million

The House of Saud gave them

Must have gone into their Website

Because it achieves the seamless

Integration your website never does.

 

Even though you hollow men

May set the standards

And rules and regulations

Which keep me and mine

Out of your very select,

Very narrow minded,

And very secret society of mutual approval,

Have never asked me and never will,

I’m going to clue you in.

 

It’s not me you need fear.

I bought into the American system

So deeply I will take the rejection and eat it.

 

Not so the Jihadi’s.

They don’t go through

Two year background checks.

They can know each other

Through a mosque anywhere in the world

And they can join a worldwide network

Of money, passports, safe houses, drivers,

Employers, governments, and cells.

As they demonstrated

On September 11^th, 2001,

They are unconventional, creative,

And unlike the U.S. government people

Who oppose them and claim to think

In the cliché “outside the box” way,

The jihadi’s actually do think that way.

Like me.

 

But I’ll never get to fight them

Because I have been judged

To not be inside the box enough

To get to be outside the box.

 

Let me put it to you this way.

If you’re most dangerous nightmare

Were to come true,

The one that causes  you

To stare at the ceiling at 4 a.m.

With bile pouring through

Your gut thinking about it,

 

And it was a matter

Of courage and creative thinking

And unconventional action

That was going to save your ass,

 

Who would YOU

Want next to you

If your next plane ride

Was high jacked by jihadi’s?

 

Who would risk his life

To keep you safe,

That government drone

You work with each day

With the top secret clearance

Who follows all the rules…

Or a high IQ, high awareness,

PTSI "victim" like me?

One of the Great Lessons

 

Because no one

is perfect,

we all learn

to get by,

cooperate,

make do,

use whatever

can be cobbled together

to get the job done

because no one

is perfect.

Songbird Euphonious

 

There’s a songbird that sings

Like a poet, early each morning

For hour after hour

From the highest branch

Of the white birch

In my summer backyard.

 

Years ago, I hung a bird house

Made of a hollow tree trunk

On the back deck that sat empty

Until a sound came from it,

A solo melody so seductive,

All daily worries retreat.

 

Small, too small for even

Fiercer birds like robins or blue jays

To battle with for territory,

It sings, always alone,

An euphonious trill

Long and rhythmic and sweet.

 

I’m not sure if it sings

In hopes of attracting a mate

In praise of a mate long gone,

Just to create beautiful sound

For the sake of beautiful sound,

Or to celebrate the act of creation.

 

But this very act of making sound

So effectively day after day

Forces me to measure myself

Against a standard of devotion

An inch and a half tall

The size of a mountain.

Women’s Work

 

“It took me eleven hours to prepare

your birthday dinner!” my wife says.

 

“Eleven hours…how’s that?”

I ask in a man’s way.

 

“Everything I made was fresh.

And then there’s the clean up.

It was eleven hours!!!”

 

Woman’s work.

Eleven hours out of twelve.

Carrying the flesh seed

To flesh for nine months.

 

Raising the child to adult

Past the rocks in the river.

Creating a man

From a child and seed

The greatest of all women’s work…a man.

 

Carrying the laundry to the washer and dryer

Sorting the whites from the colors,

Wash several loads.

Dry several loads

Iron the wrinkled cloths.

Fold everything and put it away.

 

Shop for the food order.

Load it in the car.

Carry it into the house.

Put everything away.

Vacuum the dirty rugs.

Shampoo the dirty rugs.

Replace the rugs when they’re too beat up.

 

Work a regular job full time.

Carry and bear and birth the children.

Wipe their bottoms and noses.

Feed them nutritious milk and solid food.

Make the babies smile and feel safe.

Organize the family time and destiny.

 

Cleaning the child,

Feeding the child,

Protecting the flesh from pain,

Hurt and the ones

Who would destroy

Their very life,

They save us now

From mosques and caves

Thousands of miles away

And around the corner.