BLACKHAWK(s) DOWN

 

$84B!

BLACKHAWK(s) DOWN

Dim, Dimmer, and Blackout, Revisited

By Stephen L. Wilmeth

  

            During that famous community fight scene in John Wayne’s McLintock, several memorable lines were forever captured.

            The fracas started when the likely democrat, Jones, was pointing the shotgun at the wrongfully accused native westerner regarding the disappearance of his (claimed) virtuous daughter. McLintock came into the escalating donnybrook with the intentions of defusing it before somebody got killed.

            That problem was solved when the daughter came riding up behind the young man with whom she had shared a heated hormonal rendezvous. Both she and the young man stood tall and proclaimed the wrongly accused innocent at which time George Washington (G.W.) McLintock forcibly disarmed the democrat.

            Responding to his temporarily estranged wife’s taunts to use good judgment, G. W. did his best to abstain from physical redress of the idiot, but, alas, he simply couldn’t forego righting another wrong.

            I know … I know. I’m gonna’ use good judgement. I haven’t lost my temper in 40 years (a possible slight lapse of memory), but (POKE) Pilgrim you caused a lot of trouble this morning (another POKE into the midsection) … might have got somebody killed, and … somebody ought to belt you in the mouth!

            I won’t (POKE). I won’t (drum beat) … the Hell I won’t, and belts the democrat in the kisser!

            The Pokee is knocked over backwards, slides down a muddy glidepath into the tailings pond, and the fight is on! Almost everybody is quickly engaged, and the tailings pond is quickly accumulating a crowd.

            $84B!

            For the uninformed, the office of the president has sanctioned an $84B gift of war materiel to the Taliban. The landslide offering includes 30,000,000 rounds of ammunition that can be shot at everything that moves in addition to celebratory assaults on the nighttime skies. Wow! Can you only imagine, though, what this administration’s gift to the enemy would buy in the West?

            Less than two percent of it would complete the border wall that the liberals have suffered conniptions over. Another half percent would complete a reasonable biosecurity buffer along the entire southern border to preclude real time threats to our nation and our food chain.

            Heck far, we could pretend to be residents of Iceland who have recognized that vaccinating wall to wall isn’t leading to herd immunity. So, they have elevated their border protection to more effectively preclude illegal immigration as one of the two major control measures to prevent the spread of the COVID Delta variant. By including the additions of buffer infrastructure, we could assure those north Atlantic dwellers we could even reduce their risk of COVID as well as such dangers to us as Hoof and Mouth disease, rabies, West Nile virus, Dengue Fever, and even Echinococcus multilocularis!

            With the rest of the loot, we could thin every forest, build water infrastructure for the first time in 60 years, invest in innovative water sources and storage, institute watershed restoration, expand grasslands, declare war on invasive species, and even visit the moon again.

            If that big sweepstakes giveaway had not been given to a heretofore mortal enemy, we wouldn’t have to witness all the hoopla being displayed by those bearded AK47 devotees much akin to the image of G.W.’s buddy Ol’ Runnin’ Buffalo (Chief).

Remember him? As the fighting raged over the tailings pond, he was looking for some white lightning to add to the color of the occasion.

Swell Potty, where’s the whiskey?

Wandering through the boisterous pugilists, he couldn’t find anything that would pass as fire water, though.

Swell Potty … Hah!

Frustrated and growing tired of the big dust up, Chief called the ball for his clan and started for home.

Great potty, but no whiskey! We go home, now.

And, he left, but we don’t have that luxury, do we? We’ve got to deal with the bloody fallout perhaps for years and not a single positive thing is going to accrue to those of us who have nothing to share from this debacle except disgrace, national debt, tragic and worsening land management, and, of course, deadly, unchecked border implications.

Blackhawk(s) Down

To those of us who exist on the outside looking into our military, certain images stand out.

The guards at the tomb of the unknown soldier, the image of raising the flag on Mount Suribachi, permanently disabled warriors, Navy Seals, General Patton pissing in the Rhine, Omaha Beach, Hueys, departed heroes, and, always, the flag are implicit in our hearts and minds. Blackhawks emerge into that framework as well.

Blackhawk Down conjured up an up-close relationship with a great airframe and mechanical partner of war. It is epitome of the American American of dangerous places, and the dementia ridden character at the helm of our ship gave away 45 of them in his unilateral retreat from Afganistan.

Shame on him, or, more appropriately, shame on the political hacks and prostitutes who allowed him to compete for our top leadership position. The bearded hooligans will go through those 30 million rounds of ammunition in due time. Few to none of the lead and copper bullets will ever by recovered, but the Blackhawks will be a tainted memory for every veteran from this point forward.

Shame, indeed.

Dim, Dimmer, and Blackout, Revisited

There are no sufficient superlatives to explain the developments of this past week, but a title of a past article comes closest.

Dim, Dimmer, and Blackout have emerged as the best descriptions of our top leadership counterparts. A more profound explanation can be found in another character from McLintock.  It was when the cook, Ching, had finally had enough and he assessed the whole family in simple clarity. It is a reasonable comparison to our national family.

Pretty Crummy family! Drinkee to muchee! Yell, alla time!

 

Stephen L. Wilmeth is a rancher from southern New Mexico. “We may all need a drink before this is over. Who does he think his gifts belonged to? His moral authority is gone forever.”