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Do not support Jane Fonda!!!

I received the following email and wanted to post it for all to see. Do not support or honor Jane Fonda in any way. These stories from our courageous, admirable and honorable soldiers will make you sick.

The email:

She really is a traitor

This is for all the kids born in the 70’s who do
not remember, and didn’t have to bear the
burden that our fathers, mothers and older
brothers and sisters had to bear.
Jane Fonda is being honored as one of the
” 100 Women of the Century.”

Unfortunately, many have forgotten and still
countless others have never known how Ms.
Fonda betrayed not only the idea of our country,
but specific men who served and sacrificed
during Vietnam.

The first part of this is from an F-4E pilot.
The pilot’s name is Jerry Driscoll, a River Rat.

In 1968, the former Commandant of the USAF
Survival School was a POW in Ho Lo Prison
the “Hanoi Hilton.”
Dragged from a stinking cesspit of a cell,
cleaned, fed, and dressed in clean PJ’s, he was
ordered to describe for a visiting American
“Peace Activist” the “lenient and humane
treatment” he’d received.
He spat at Ms. Fonda, was clubbed, and was
dragged away.

During the subsequent beating, he fell forward
on to the camp Commandant ‘s feet, which
sent that officer berserk.
In 1978, the Air Force Colonel still suffered from
double vision (which permanently ended his
flying career) from the Commandant’s frenzied
application of a wooden baton.

From 1963-65, Col. Larry Carrigan was in the
47FW/DO (F-4E’s). He spent 6 years in the
“Hanoi Hilton”,,, the first three of which his
family only knew he was “missing in action”.
His wife lived on faith that he was still alive.
His group, too, got the cleaned-up, fed and
clothed routine in preparation for a
“peace delegation” visit.

They, however, had time and devised a plan to
get word to the world that they were alive
and still survived. Each man secreted a tiny
piece of paper, with his Social Security Number
on it, in the palm of his hand.

When paraded before Ms. Fonda and a
cameraman, she walked the line, shaking each
man’s hand and asking little encouraging
snippets like: “Aren’t you sorry you bombed
babies?” and “Are you grateful for the humane
treatment from your benevolent captors?”
Believing this HAD to be an act, they each
palmed her their sliver of paper.

She took them all without missing a beat. At the
end of the line and once the camera stopped
rolling, to the shocked disbelief of the POWs,
she turned to the officer in charge and handed
him all the little pieces of paper.
Three men died from the subsequent beatings.
Colonel Carrigan was almost number four
but he survived, which is the only reason we
know of her actions that day.

I was a civilian economic development advisor
in Vietnam , and was captured by the North
Vietnamese communists in South Vietnam in
1968, and held prisoner for over 5 years.

I spent 27 months in solitary confinement; one
year in a cage in Cambodia ; and one year
in a “black box” in Hanoi.

My North Vietnamese captors deliberately
poisoned and murdered a female missionary, a
nurse in a leprosarium in Ban me Thuot, South
Vietnam , whom I buried in the jungle near the
Cambodian border.

At one time, I weighed only about 90 lbs.
(My normal weight is 170 lbs.)

We were Jane Fonda’s “war criminals.”
When Jane Fonda was in Hanoi, I was asked by
the camp communist political officer if I would
be willing to meet with her.
I said yes, for I wanted to tell her about the real
treatment we POWs received… and how
different it was from the treatment purported by
the North Vietnamese, and parroted by her as
“humane and lenient.”
Because of this, I spent three days on a rocky
floor on my knees, with my arms outstretched
with a large steel weights placed on my hands,
and beaten with a bamboo cane.
I had the opportunity to meet with Jane Fonda
soon after I was released. I asked her
if she would be willing to debate me on TV.
She never did answer me.

These first-hand experiences do not exemplify
someone who should be honored as part
of “100 Years of Great Women.”

Lest we forget…”100 Years of Great Women”
should never include a traitor whose hands are
covered with the blood of so many patriots.

There are few things I have strong visceral
reactions to, but Hanoi Jane’s participation in
blatant treason, is one of them.

Please take the time to forward to as many
people as you possibly can.

It will eventually end up on her computer and
she needs to know that we will never forget.

716 Maintenance Squadron,
Chief of Maintenance
DSN: 875-6431
COMM: 883-6343


April 27, 2007 Posted by | life, Politics, thoughts, Vietnam | 4 Comments

Men of the World Unite!!! Do not be a Carl

Don’t be a CarlSo Mrs. Flash Flash and I went out for some beers to enjoy this beautiful East Coast weather. It finally cleared 50 degrees and smoked that temp coming in above 70 degrees today. Mrs. Flash Flash was talking to one of her girlfriends on the cell phone and I eavesdropped on the most idiotic pity party conversation I have ever heard. The two players were Carl, a 5’3″ tall man in his mid 20s and a woman in her mid 20s that I will call Clarice. I have never seen this people in my life and I only know his name was Carl because she said it. So take a look at the picture in this entry, Carl is on the left and Clarice is on the right. Here is how this goes and it is simply from observation and eavesdropping:

Carl and Clarice have been friends forever, since elementary school. Carl is 5’3″, has a high ass, slouches, his neck is like that Doolittle chick from American Idol and he is about to throw the biggest raging pity party I have ever witnessed in my life. Clarice looks decent, a long time smoker though, is wearing tight pants and a hippy shirt and has bad skin. So Carl laces into this tirade about how he is going to be single forever, oooooohhhh whoa is Carl, he can not meet any girls, all the girls he meets are 5’8″ and they won’t date him, he is ugly, he is too smart for the women he meets in bars, oooooohhhh whoa is Carl. Clarice repeatedly tells him he is an extraordinary guy and he has not met the right girl yet and he is soooooo great that he can not just meet any girl, the kind you meet in a bar, he has to meet that extraordinary girl cause he is so great and Clarice knows that girl is out there and that it will just take Carl that much longer cause he is sooooo wonderful and extraordinary himself.

Well this bullshit literally went on for an hour. Poor ugly short Carl just can not find a girlfriend and nice Clarice simply reiterated how wonderful Carl is and how that girl is out there somehwere. I just wanted to fucking shake him cause it was 100% obvious that ugly Carl wanted Clarice’s sympathy so he could date/bang her and instead of being a man and telling Clarice how he felt he made it one big pity party. Well guess what ugly Carl….that crap does not work on girls. You are not going to get a mercy screw from a long time friend just because you threw a raging pity party for yourself.

Well to add insult to injury, this chick Clarice pulls a whacked out mind game on him that literally went like this. She told Carl that most of the time when she gets hit on in bars she plays hard to get and guys and her friends end up thinking she is asexual cause she never acts on it. So then she literally starts telling this poor bastard Carl that she loves penis and thinks about penis all the time and she just wants to maintain her self-respect and dignity so she does not go for one night stands but she loves penis, penis, penis and more penis. She really wants penis all the time. I think she said the word penis 50 times in 5 minutes. Well poor ugly bastard Carl takes all this and you can see his neck shrink and he starts slouching more and more with every mention of the word penis. I do not know how he remained in his chair cause he looked like he was going to fall out of it.

Do you know what this was tonight….this was Mangina at its finest!!! I do not care if you are 4’4″, have a one inch dick, one arm, one leg, you name it. Grow a pair of balls and go after what you want. You like a chick, tell her. You want to bang her, tell her. Do not sit back and play the pity party sympathy card. You will never get laid that way and if you pull that crap you might as well chop off your nuts cause that is how you are acting. You are acting like a nutless pansy.

So men of the world unite against the Carls that are out there. Grow a big pair of nuts and use them.

Just had to rant about this bullshit I had to listen to tonight. Unbelieveable and if Flash Flash ever sees this crap again in public he will kick that Carl in the nuts!!!!

Flash Flash

April 21, 2007 Posted by | life, love, sex, thoughts, Uncategorized | Leave a comment