Until you have been shot at you don’t know the meaning of ‘safe space’.
Francis Marion
June 6, 2016 10:13 am
Looking at the picture at the top I keep thinking of my Grandfather. He is 96 and they recently put him in a home. He is suffering from dementia, unfortunately, and has a cancerous growth they cannot remove from his head. It has all been rather sudden in some ways. He was a healthy man right up until his 90’s and even then, when his eye sight started to go, he still managed quite well.
He seeded and harvested until he was 88. He never complained about anything – period. He hated winers. When I asked him what it was like when he hit the beach in Juneau he said: “chaotic’. I asked him if he was scared and he said, “Ya, of drowning”. He couldn’t swim and had to drive a jeep ashore. He never noticed the rounds going over his head because he could barely keep his head above water.
He is in a home now and my parents and my grandmother visit him every day. Every day he asks when he is coming home but never complains about anything. He’ll be a trooper till the day death takes him which I don’t think will be long now. Makes me sick when I look around too much and think about it. If he knew what was happening he might strap his combat boots back on again. SJW’s wouldn’t want to fuck with my Grandpa. He wouldn’t have much sympathy for them.
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June 6, 2016 10:41 am
On D- Day during the first wave My grandfather said when they ran off the boat men all around him began to fall as they got hit with machine gun bullets.He said anyone who stopped to help the wounded got hit.He said somehow he made it to the bottom of the high ground the Germans held on the beach.He was finally under all the machine gun fire. I guess that was his Safe place for a little while.
kokoda
June 6, 2016 10:41 am
Francis….quite touching
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June 6, 2016 10:59 am
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June 6, 2016 12:17 pm
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June 6, 2016 12:33 pm
The Passing of the Baton.
The youngest D Day vets are now turning 90 years old. On June 6, 1944 hitting the beach at 18 years of age (youngest legal age) would make the youngest now 90 years old.
These were real men of courage and conviction. Strong in their sense of what was right and wrong. Unwavering in their beliefs of freedom, justice and standing against tyranny. So much so, that they were willing to put their lives on the line to back up those beliefs and convictions.
They have now passed the baton onto the younger generations to uphold those noble ideals. The present youngest generation, the self titled “millenials” are sadly lacking in any semblance of those qualities, that described those who hit those beaches 72 years ago.
The “special snowflakes” are in for an earth shattering, bone jarring, teeth rattling awakening. Unfortunately, those who survive such a traumatic eye opening, will still consider themselves unlucky!
motley3
June 6, 2016 3:04 pm
Too many people are not approaching this subject matter with the proper perspective. Coddling millennials and encouraging the development of safe spaces should be an absolute priority. In this manner, when THE SHIT HITS THE FAN, dealing with these special snowflakes is gonna be about as easy as ‘point and shoot’. At the end of the day, the less competition and hardened warriors (unfriendlies) to be encountered … the better. “It’s comin’! You and I absolutely know that.
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June 6, 2016 4:36 pm
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Rob in Nova Scotia
June 6, 2016 5:33 pm
Thanks Francis posting that story. Struck a chord with me.
I’m thinking about my Grand Dad today as well. He missed out on D-Day as he spent war in Italy. Not much fun there either. He didn’t talk much about it but I’m sure he saw lots. i just wonder what he would think if he was alive now at what is going on. I don’t think he would be impressed. Motley I think you are right about these snowflakes though. So there is no point worrying about fixing them as reality is going to do it for us.
I have to ask question..
How are you supposed to get a job when you are sitting on chairs in public with your pants on the ground. And do they put this on their CV.
Rise Up
June 6, 2016 7:26 pm
@Francis, my dad was part of the US Army special forces paratroopers that landed on Kiska Island, but it was already abandoned by the Japs. He brought home a baseball glove that some Jap had left behind (the Japanese loved American baseball even back then). Unfortunately, the cold damp climate gave him arthritis severely and he was hospitalized for 18 months, then discharged, with honors. He wanted a military career but due to his arthritis ended up as a college history professor instead, helping to create the local community college system here in Northern Virginia as well as other notable achievements in adult education affiliations with the University of Virginia, Marymount College, and George Mason University. He was tough as nails and despite 10 (yes, 10!) hip replacement surgeries over 35 years, continued to ride horses and operate an equestrian enterprise well into his 80’s.
He’d slap one of those pussy SJW’s upside the head if he was still around. R.I.P. Dad.
SSS
June 6, 2016 8:39 pm
“Until you have been shot at you don’t know the meaning of ‘safe space.’”
—-SpecOpsAlpha
Bingo. After a while, it really fucks up your mind.
But let’s focus now, today, on those brave, young warriors who stormed the beaches of Normandy. I cannot imagine the horror they endured. And it was sheer horror. The survivors will be soon gone. All of us have an obligation to keep their heroic efforts alive forever.
Suzanna
June 6, 2016 11:35 pm
the picture of the three with pants down around ankles?
freaks…ugly fat stupid waste of air freaks. Who raised
these people? Hey, JHK, here is some nausea rising.
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Until you have been shot at you don’t know the meaning of ‘safe space’.
Looking at the picture at the top I keep thinking of my Grandfather. He is 96 and they recently put him in a home. He is suffering from dementia, unfortunately, and has a cancerous growth they cannot remove from his head. It has all been rather sudden in some ways. He was a healthy man right up until his 90’s and even then, when his eye sight started to go, he still managed quite well.
He seeded and harvested until he was 88. He never complained about anything – period. He hated winers. When I asked him what it was like when he hit the beach in Juneau he said: “chaotic’. I asked him if he was scared and he said, “Ya, of drowning”. He couldn’t swim and had to drive a jeep ashore. He never noticed the rounds going over his head because he could barely keep his head above water.
He is in a home now and my parents and my grandmother visit him every day. Every day he asks when he is coming home but never complains about anything. He’ll be a trooper till the day death takes him which I don’t think will be long now. Makes me sick when I look around too much and think about it. If he knew what was happening he might strap his combat boots back on again. SJW’s wouldn’t want to fuck with my Grandpa. He wouldn’t have much sympathy for them.
On D- Day during the first wave My grandfather said when they ran off the boat men all around him began to fall as they got hit with machine gun bullets.He said anyone who stopped to help the wounded got hit.He said somehow he made it to the bottom of the high ground the Germans held on the beach.He was finally under all the machine gun fire. I guess that was his Safe place for a little while.
Francis….quite touching
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The Passing of the Baton.
The youngest D Day vets are now turning 90 years old. On June 6, 1944 hitting the beach at 18 years of age (youngest legal age) would make the youngest now 90 years old.
These were real men of courage and conviction. Strong in their sense of what was right and wrong. Unwavering in their beliefs of freedom, justice and standing against tyranny. So much so, that they were willing to put their lives on the line to back up those beliefs and convictions.
They have now passed the baton onto the younger generations to uphold those noble ideals. The present youngest generation, the self titled “millenials” are sadly lacking in any semblance of those qualities, that described those who hit those beaches 72 years ago.
The “special snowflakes” are in for an earth shattering, bone jarring, teeth rattling awakening. Unfortunately, those who survive such a traumatic eye opening, will still consider themselves unlucky!
Too many people are not approaching this subject matter with the proper perspective. Coddling millennials and encouraging the development of safe spaces should be an absolute priority. In this manner, when THE SHIT HITS THE FAN, dealing with these special snowflakes is gonna be about as easy as ‘point and shoot’. At the end of the day, the less competition and hardened warriors (unfriendlies) to be encountered … the better. “It’s comin’! You and I absolutely know that.
SPECIAL SNOW FLAKE 2016
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Thanks Francis posting that story. Struck a chord with me.
I’m thinking about my Grand Dad today as well. He missed out on D-Day as he spent war in Italy. Not much fun there either. He didn’t talk much about it but I’m sure he saw lots. i just wonder what he would think if he was alive now at what is going on. I don’t think he would be impressed. Motley I think you are right about these snowflakes though. So there is no point worrying about fixing them as reality is going to do it for us.
I have to ask question..
How are you supposed to get a job when you are sitting on chairs in public with your pants on the ground. And do they put this on their CV.
@Francis, my dad was part of the US Army special forces paratroopers that landed on Kiska Island, but it was already abandoned by the Japs. He brought home a baseball glove that some Jap had left behind (the Japanese loved American baseball even back then). Unfortunately, the cold damp climate gave him arthritis severely and he was hospitalized for 18 months, then discharged, with honors. He wanted a military career but due to his arthritis ended up as a college history professor instead, helping to create the local community college system here in Northern Virginia as well as other notable achievements in adult education affiliations with the University of Virginia, Marymount College, and George Mason University. He was tough as nails and despite 10 (yes, 10!) hip replacement surgeries over 35 years, continued to ride horses and operate an equestrian enterprise well into his 80’s.
He’d slap one of those pussy SJW’s upside the head if he was still around. R.I.P. Dad.
“Until you have been shot at you don’t know the meaning of ‘safe space.’”
—-SpecOpsAlpha
Bingo. After a while, it really fucks up your mind.
But let’s focus now, today, on those brave, young warriors who stormed the beaches of Normandy. I cannot imagine the horror they endured. And it was sheer horror. The survivors will be soon gone. All of us have an obligation to keep their heroic efforts alive forever.
the picture of the three with pants down around ankles?
freaks…ugly fat stupid waste of air freaks. Who raised
these people? Hey, JHK, here is some nausea rising.
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