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Remembering

20 years ago, American warriors were fighting for their lives, cut off and low on ammunition, food, and water.  Some were already dead; others would die from their wounds before a relief column could get to them.  18 Americans would die in the dust of Mogadishu on October 3 and 4, 1993.  The bodies of heroes Randall Shughart and Gary Gordon were drug through the streets as trophies, and western press obligingly flashed images of the macabre parade for all to see.

In honoring these men, we need to reflect on what we should learn from their sacrifice.  Mogadishu should have been a wake-up call.  Our opponents are not civilized nations, such as Germany or the U.S.S.R.  We are facing, for the most part, a poorly trained, but highly motivated, mob of barbarians.  They will give us no quarter, yet will use our own willingness to offer it as a tool against us.  They will not restrict their war to defeating us on a battlefield.  Rather, they will strike anywhere we seem to be weak, including overtly targeting our children.  What mercy we show them we cannot expect to have reciprocated, and we do so at our own peril.

We should also learn that there are limits to what our military can do, and that when we give them a mission, we should give them all that they need to accomplish it.  Our military is not a social services organization, and should not be used to rebuild failed nations.  At best, the military can be used to provide security for those organizations that are better suited for those tasks.

But they can only do these things when properly equipped and supported.  Had the requests for American armor been honored, then our casualties in Mogadishu would probably have been much smaller.  The blood of those who were killed and wounded because what they needed was sitting in a motor pool in Kuwait or Georgia stains the hands of bureaucrats and politicians in Washington.

The men who fought at Mogadishu were not there as conquerors.  They were there to try to help those who could not help themselves.  Whether or not it was our business to do so can be discussed later.  These men need to be remembered and honored for what they did, not why they were told to do it.  It falls to us to only put them in harm’s way when it is absolutely necessary, and to give them everything they need in order to accomplish their mission and return home, no matter what politics or tender feelings we hurt doing so.

We owe the dead their honor, and we owe the living everything we can give.  Nothing less is sufficient.

President Obama’s Latest Speech

DaddyBear News Network now takes you to President Obama’s latest address to members of Congress about what it will take to end the impasse over the federal budget.

 

Wow, too bad about Harry Reid’s head and Jay Carney’s fingers, but did you see how masterfully our dear leader got control of Vice-President Biden when he wanted to run rampant in the halls of Congress? How fortunate we are to have such a strong, gentle, and loving leader in these hard times.

Stay tuned to DBNN for further updates.

Quote of the Day

There’s two kinds of people in the world, the ones who need to be told and the ones who figure it out all by themselves. – From Without Remorse, by Tom Clancy, April 27, 1947 – October 1, 2013

Thoughts on the Day

  • When your wife gets less sleep than you did because you “had a rough night”, it’s not a good sign.
  • When your first thought upon getting out of bed is “Now there’s a pain I’ve never had before”, it’s not a good sign.
  • I honestly tried to be productive today, I swear I did.
    • Others conspired against me, that’s all.
  • It sucks to be right sometimes, you know?
    • Apparently saying “This isn’t going to work” and then it not working makes me a jerk.
  • Maybe asking “Is that the security conference where the guy expounded for an hour about how to survive the zombie apocalypse, or the one where half the participants spent eight hours learning how to pick padlocks?” might not have been the most “people skill” thing I could have done.
  • When you come home from work and go with your wife to Walmart so that you can calm down and lower your frustration level before interacting with the family, it’s not a good sign.
  • I spent my evening eating pizza and watching “The Wizard of Oz” with Boo.  I found myself rooting for the flying monkeys.
  • My advice to the Republicans in Congress is simply this:  Go ugly, early.  The President and his side of the argument will have no qualms about being insulting and untruthful.  Fight fire with fire.  If you’re going to take the hit for the shutdown, at least enjoy it.

Today’s Earworm

 

Oh, Lord, won’t you buy me, an insurance plan?

My friends all have have Blue Cross,

I’m a big Obama fan!

Worked hard in the campaign,

Voted thrice for our man.

Oh, Lord, won’t you buy me, an insurance plan?

Book Review – Swords of Exodus

Larry Correia and Mike Kupari have produced a sequel to their 2011 work, Dead Six, and it’s a roller coaster from start to finish.

Swords of Exodus opens a few months after the close of Dead Six.  Lorenzo, the master thief and assassin, has retired to what he hopes is comfortable obscurity, and Valentine, the soldier of fortune, is rotting in a government torture chamber after being snatched at the end of the first book.   After the events of Dead Six, the criminal world has fragmented, and an exquisitely evil man has taken over a criminal territory in the border region of Mongolia, Kazakhstan, Russia, and China, and Lorenzo and Valentine reluctantly join forces to help Exodus wipe him and his slave army out.  I won’t give things away, but the action starts early in the book and doesn’t stop until the very end.  We also get some more back story on Val and Lorenzo, which fills in the characters quite nicely.

Like I said, this is a rollercoaster ride of a good yarn.  You get a few pages of quiet, followed by 10 pages of action, followed by more quiet.  The second half of the book is pretty much action to the very end.  The book ends with two cliffhangers, which already has me convinced that I will be buying the inevitable third book.  Honestly, I had to put the book down and stop from crying out when I read the last sentence.  I just wanted the story to continue.

One distraction in the book’s writing is what I call “brand dropping”.  Rather than “I pulled out my pistol and shot him twice in the head.”, at a few points in the story you read “I pulled out my STI 9mm with the six-inch SilenceCo suppressor on it and put two  Hornady TAP bullets into his brain.”  Both read well, but the authors put such references in just often enough for me to notice, but not enough to irritate.

The first book set up the universe the story lives in, which is a “decade after this one” kind of place where the world has fractured and chaos makes live lucrative for people like Lorenzo and Valentine.    The second book fills in some of the gaps on this world, but that leaves a lot more room for character development.  The characters of Lorenzo, Valentine, and Ling fleshed out quite nicely through the course of Swords.

One thing I like about both books is that I would feel comfortable lending them to Girlie Bear.  Yes, there’s quite a bit of blood and violence in them, but it’s not gratuitous, and while there is implied sex on a couple of occasions, it’s done tastefully and the story shifts away from it before it becomes too graphic.

If you’re looking for a great book to curl up with for a couple of evenings, and you like action thrillers, I think you’ll enjoy this one.

Book Review – Walls, Wire, Bars, and Souls

Peter Grant, the proprietor, punmaster, and chief cook and bottle washer over at Bayou Renaissance Man, has put out another book, and this one is a thought provoker.  His other two books, “Take the Star Road” and “Ride the Rising Tide“, are space opera centered around a young Heinleinian character finding his way in the world.   This one, “Walls, Wire, Bars, and Souls” is Peter’s memoir of his time as  a prison chaplain.  It gives an outstanding insight into the workings of a federal prison, looks at the issues our society is reacting to and creating through our prison, crime, and drug policy, and adds in vignettes that show us some of the perspective of those who live behind bars.

Peter separates the book out into cycles of three chapter styles.  The first style discusses the events of one of his days as a chaplain at a federal prison in the American south.  Peter recounts how the necessity of security and control of a prison was brought into practice as he tried to minister to his flock, a flock that probably needed it more than most.  The second style of chapter delves into prison life and routine, prison gangs, and Peter’s opinions and suggestions on how our criminal justice system and prisons could be better used to truly help those who wish to reform.  The third style of chapters are recitations of the prisoner’s side of conversations with Peter, and range from people trying to con him or intimidate him, to people who truly need and want his help to find a better way in life.

Peter pulls few punches in this book, but keeps out of the nitty-gritty titillation about life in prison.  While he discusses such things as prison violence, rape, and slavery, he does an excellent job of walking the fine line between informative and indulgent.

Peter spends quite a bit of time in the second half of the book discussing his ideas for reform and improvement in the prison and criminal justice systems.  While I don’t agree with everything he proposes, I can agree with him that something needs to be changed before the system either becomes nothing more than an extended graduate course in violent crime or collapses under its own weight.  He definitely challenges the reader to take what he has to say, provides links to resources that will provide more information, and form their own opinion.

If you’re looking for an informative, and thought-provoking book that’s a good read, you ought to check this one out.  It’s quite evident that Peter viewed this as a labor of love and put maximum effort into making his points without putting the reader into a daze, as well as telling the story without delving too deeply into the gory details.

Now if we can just get Peter to write his memoirs about his life in Africa, then the circle will be complete.

Overheard on the Side Porch

Knock Knock Knock

DaddyBear – Hi.

Utilities Contractor With Great Attitude And A Reflective Vest (UCWGAAARV) – Hello, sir!  We’re all done with the work on the riser.  Just need to restart your appliances.

DaddyBear – No need.  Everything’s either electric or electronic ignition.

UCWGAAARV – Everything?  Water heater too?

Daddybear – Yep.  We should be good to go.

UCWGAAARV – Sweet!  I love the easy ones.  Have a good one!

DaddyBear – You too. Thanks.

 

See?  I can be reasonable if others are reasonable with me.

Overheard on the Front Step

Knock Knock

…….

Knock knock knock

…….

BANG BANG BANG BANG

DaddyBear – Hello, sorry it took so long to get to the door. I was at the back of the house.

Utility Contractor With A Pissy Attitude And A Reflective Vest (UCWAPAAARV) – Good morning, sir.  I’m with UTILITYCONTRACTOR.  We’re going to be replacing the gas riser next to your house today.

DaddyBear – Oh, yes, I saw the pamphlet that LG&E sent.  So we’ll be losing gas for a while today, then.

UCWAPAAARV – Yes, you will.  When we’re done, we’ll need someone 18 or over to be home so that we can relight your stove, furnace, and water heater.

DaddyBear – That won’t be necessary.  All of our stuff has electronic ignition.

UCWAPAAARV – LG&E says we have to go in and do it.  We’ll just go in and check.

DaddyBear – No, that’s not necessary.

UCWAPAAARV – LG&E says it has to be done.  The paperwork says we have to come in and check.

DaddyBear – And my name on the deed says you won’t.  Let me know when you’re done so I can use the oven again.  Thanks.

Sound of door closing

 

Grrrr.  My people skills aren’t up to someone coming to my door and telling me that I have to let them into my home this morning.

Today’s Earworm