The left simply can’t let some heroism exist, particularly when it is offered in defense of country. That, to them, is merely jingoistic, racist, macho gun-nuttery — of the kind that allows them to sit in their salons and their martini bars and piss on the very people who keep them free so that they can continue belching out distorted narratives and outright falsehoods as a way to cover for their own cowardice: which is to say, by turning real sacrifice into a wingnut caricature, they are able to elevate their own rejection of that sacrifice into a self-servingly “brave” stance against the established status quo, the idea that soldiers protect their freedoms. In that way, they redefine heroism (“look at the brave and controversial dissent I offer from the comfort of my den, where my Apple Pro Book often sits! Aren’t I edgy?”) to cover for their own moral, intellectual, and even physical cowardice.
This observation aside, it’s worth noting the extent they’ll go to to bring down those who they recognize they could never ever on their best days even approach in terms of human worth.
So allow me to say this here and now: fuck the bloated ostentatious cravenness of Michael Moore and Seth Rogen; fuck the faculty lounge recriminations of fey metrosexuals and gentrified, soft, city gals pretending to write nuanced counter narratives instead of the intentionally misleading alternate histories they’re hoping will stick like goat heads to the fabric of American lore; and fuck Jesse Ventura, too.
If you need so badly to try to pull yourself up on the back of a dead SEAL whose very dumps you aren’t fit to smear yourselves with, you’re doing life wrong.
The end.
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I thought I was having a real lousy day, and then I realized that I wasn’t in the laser sights of Jeff G. and thanked my lucky charms for that one small blessing.
The Left is simply jealous, because it realizes that what it idolizes as “achievement” is nothing compared to what real people do every day. To succeed as a Leftist/Progressive, you need not be good at anything. You simply have to invoke a status or identity group and bitch a lot in front of television cameras.
Preach, Brother, Preach!
Greetings:
And in the hope that this might cheer you up a bit or byte…
Back in my infantry daze, I used to tell my new soldiers this parable.
Two young riflemen were having the age-old philosophical discussion about where to shoot those who would oppose them. One was a “head-shooter”; the other preferred the “center-mass” (torso). The head-shooter asserted that if you hit him, he’s done. The center-mass guy liked the larger target area. As they were going back and forth, their Platoon Sergeant came by. “Hey, Sarge,” called out the head-shooter, “where do you like to shoot the bad guys?”
“In the back,” he replied.
As many as you can, as often as you can, anywhere, and any way you can.
Snipers kill people who are readying to kill their brothers in arms. It’s them or us. It doesn’t get more basic than that. One bad guy dead means fewer good guys dead.
If this makes no sense to you, I don’t want to know you. And I hope the chains you don with apparent glee weigh you the fuck down so you cannot lift yourself from the dirt.
Set Me Free
The other movie that they’re having fits over is Selma.
Almost like they’re afraid black people might get the right idea about Johnson or something.
Seth Rogen? Isn’t he the guy who made the assassination “comedy” before going dude, I’m just an actor when the Sony hit the fan? That guy knows how to stand up for free speech.
He’s like Brave Sir Robin’s bitch that way.
yea the tune i wanted to hear for jesus or piano:
All You’ve Ever Wanted
Seriously, somebody with a better skill set than I have ought to find a clip of Seth Rogan and James Franco doing their We’re just performers. You’re geopolitical cyber war frightens and confuses us schtick, and contrast that with that bit from the American Sniper TV spot where Bradley Cooper as Chris Kyle calmly declares that he’s ready to answer to his Maker for every shot he took.
If your first shot knocks him down, it makes the second (head) shot easier. Center of mass.
my whole life i never seen a seth rogen movie I mostly just know him cause of how he was such a low-class dick to katherine heigl
Can’t say that Seth Rogen has ever shown up on my radar. Or my sights.
McGehee says January 21, 2015 at 6:57 am
The head-shooter asserted that if you hit him, he’s done. The center-mass guy liked the larger target area.
If your first shot knocks him down, it makes the second (head) shot easier. Center of mass.
It’s very difficult to locate the source of a single shot. It’s easier to figure out the shooters position after two shots.
A experienced poacher will only fire once.
happyfeet says January 21, 2015 at 8:17 am
my whole life i never seen a seth rogen movie I mostly just know him cause of how he was such a low-class dick to katherine heigl
Pretty much juvenile schlock. You haven’t missed anything.
Sniping is a different matter. I’m talking tactical gunfight.
Snipers are trained to make the target dead before the bullet exits. Headshot.
Greetings:
As regards your “tactical gunfight” reference, my favorite Platoon Sergeant taught me, “Dead is good. Deader is better.”
Of course, center of mass is a wasted bullet if he’s wearing a Kevlar vest, unless you didn’t know, in which case it’s a learning experience.
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Kevlar’s not much good against rifle rounds. Plates are a better defense but they make you easier to hit by slowing you down and making you stiffer which hurts your chances of evasion or finding useful cover in time.
Kevlar is mainly for shrapnel and pistol/smg rounds. It’s not good against a knife/bayonet either.
I’ve heard that .22LR fired from a long barrel (not from a pistol) will not reliably penetrate a kevlar vest but that the vest will not reliably protect against it either.
Then again, I heard that the arctic would be ice free by 2008 too.
And then you have the question of being at extreme range where impact velocity is lowered or being fired on with soft hollow points both of which might help the kevlar out. Or not. Just spit balling.
Seth Rogan was Hollywood’s go to guy when looking for someone who’d cheerily wipe his ass with the Green Hornet IP.
Not being infantry, any tactical gunfight I’m in is most likely to involve pistols. At least on my side.
[Insert military-guy snark about bringing a pistol to a gunfight]
Reckless Ned Kelly had his hobby.
For those of you who don’t have a copy of The Big Red One: The Reconstruction, there’s this story related by, I think, Robert Carradine about going out to a rifle range with the other principles and Lee Marvin (USMC) in order to familiarize themselves with the M1 Garand. As I remember it, the story goes: after Carradine, Hamlil et. al. had been popping away for a little while, Marvin, already in character, declared “that’s not how you kill the enemy!” before taking his M-1 and firing the full 8 round clip into the ground in front of them. “That’s how you kill the enemy!”
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If being a sniper, a hidden marksman behind enemy lines with little to no immediate support, is cowardly then what is air support, artillery, crushing a trench under treads, white phosphorous, and trip mines?
You’d think Michael Moore would appreciate the utilitarian design of warfare that says ” it hurts like hell so get it over with and don’t make a ritual or ceremony out of it and don’t go into it expecting glory and fair play”.
Greetings, Ernst Schreiber: ( January 21, 2015 at 10:25 pm )
Well, if you enjoyed that bit of teaching, permit me to expand.
My favorite Platoon Sergeant and I had a wonderful relationship he being a career NCO from the hills of Alabama (and working on a second star for his Combat Infantry Badge) and me being a wiseguy draftee from the hills of the Bronx. For some never stated reason, we each saw developmental potential in the other though probably not on a 50-50 basis.
So, still feeling my way in our relationship, I had the temerity to question the basis of his assertion via the “Why’s that ?” format which provoked the also memorable response, “Because he may not know he’s dead.”
And as to Mr. Marvin, I hadn’t realized that he was ever out of character either.
If he can still shoot back — or get back up and come after you, or tell someone else which way you went — he’s not dead enough.
Safety First: Two in the hat.
My favorite bit of progg sophistry is the “Kyle was a racist invader killing people who were just defending themselves from an occupier!” crap. This requires willfully ignoring that a significant plot line found Kyle hunting Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, a Jordanian. Another was Kyle’s sniping nemesis, Mustafa, who was repeatedly identified as Syrian.
This is probably why they have to do their reviews without watching the film.