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EDITORIAL - DEALING WITH FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC ENEMIES, THEN AND NOW!
COMPARE:
(1) HOW COWARDLY AMERICANS IN MANY POSITIONS OF AUTHORITY AND INFLUENCE NOW APPEAR TO BE DEALING WITH THE DOMESTIC ENEMY, KENYAN-BORN AND LIKELY ILLEGAL POTUS, BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA II
WE are EVADING THE ISSUE of Obamas POTUS eligibility. You peasants have NO STANDING to challenge him in court EVEN THOUGH: His Hawaiian LFBC, released April 27, 2011 and his Selective Service application form have been proven to be forgeries. Serious questions have been raised concerning his possible identity theft of a Connecticut Social Security Number.
It is of no concern to us that Lucas Daniel Smith, on February 19, 2009, obtained an authentic, certified copy of Obama's Kenyan Birth Certificate directly from the Coast Province General Hospital in Mombasa, Kenya.
YOU are idiots and buffoons for even questioning the veracity of the anointed one.
EVEN THOUGH he is a radical left-wing fascist well on his way to destroying the very foundations of America, we dont care enough to actually DO ANYTHING THAT MIGHT DISPLEASE HIS MAJESTY - BARACK OBAMA!
Just shut up and bend over!
(2) HOW BRAVE AMERICANS ATTEMPTED TO DEAL WITH A FOREIGN ENEMY IN EARLIER TIMES -
Approximate excerpts from:
Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption
Author: Laura Hillenbrand
Release date: November 2010
Chapter Nine
Five Hundred and Ninety-four Holes
Nauru was a little afterthought of land, eight square miles of sand sitting alone in the Pacific, about twenty-five hundred miles southwest of Hawaii. It was the kind of place that the world might have left alone, were it not for the fifty thousand tons of high-grade phosphate that lay under the feet of the grass-skirted natives. A central ingredient in fertilizer and munitions, the phosphate had been discovered in 1900, and since then the island had been home to a community of European businessmen and Chinese workers who mined the land. When the war began, Nauru became a priceless prize.
Japan seized Nauru in August 1942, imprisoning the Europeans who had not fled and forcing the natives and the Chinese to mine phosphate and build a runway. They enforced their authority with the sword, beheading people for infractions as trivial as the theft of a pumpkin. When the runway was complete, Japan had a rich source of phosphate and an ideal base for air strikes.
Upon April 17, upon returning from a run, Louie was called to a briefing. America was going after Nauru in a big way, sending Super Man and twenty-two other B-24s to hit the phosphate works. No one in the squadron saw a bed that night. They left just before midnight, refueled on Canton, and flew to Funafuti, the tiny atoll from which they would launch their attack. They found it jostling with journalists brought in by the military to cover the raid.
..
It was eerily silent. The first nine planes, Super Man out front, crossed the island unopposed. The air was very still, and the plane glided along without a ripple. Phil relinquished control to the Norden bombsight. Super Mans first target, a knot of planes and structures beside a runway, came into view. Louie lined up on the gleaming backs of the planes.
And then, shattering. The sky became a fury of color, sound and motion. Flak hissed up, trailing streamers of smoke over the planes, then burst into black puffs, sparkling with shrapnel. Metal flew everywhere, streaking up from below and raining down from above. With the bombsight in control, Phil could do nothing.
Something struck the bomber on Super Mans left wing, piloted by Lieutenant John Jacobs. The plane sank as if drowning. At almost the same moment, the plane to Super Mans right was hit. Just a few feet away, Pillsbury watched the bomber falter, drop, and disappear under Super Mans wing. Pillsbury could see the men inside, and his mind briefly registered that all of them were about to die. Super Man was alone.
.
At last, Louie had his aim, and the first bombs dropped, spun down, and struck their targets. Then Super Man passed over a set of red-roofed barracks and an antiaircraft battery, Louies second and third targets. Louie lined up and watched the bombs crunch into the buildings and battery.
..
The Zero had sprayed the entire right side of Super Man with cannon shells. The first rounds hit near the tail, spinning the plane hard on its side. Shrapnel tore into the hip and left leg of tail gunner Ray Lambert, who hung on sideways as Super Man rolled. The planes twist saved him; a cannon round struck exactly where his head had been an instant earlier, hitting so close to him that his goggles shattered. Ahead, shrapnel dropped Brooks and Douglas at the waist guns.
.
Super Man was dying. Phil couldnt turn it from side to side with the normal controls, and the plane was pulling upward so hard, trying to flip, that Phil couldnt hold it with his arms. He put both feet on the yoke and pushed as hard as he could.
..
It was likely, they all knew, that theyd crash on landing, if not before. Whatever thoughts each man had, he kept them to himself.
.
Daylight was fading when the palms of Funafuti brushed over the horizon. Phil began dropping the plane toward the runway. They were going much too fast.
..
For a moment, the landing was perfect. The wheels kissed the runway so softly that Louie stayed on his feet. Then came a violent gouging sensation. What they had feared had happened: The left tire was flat. The plane caught hard, veered left, and careened toward two parked bombers . Cuppernell, surely more out of habit than hope, stomped on the right brake. There was just enough hydraulic fluid left to save them.
.
Douglas popped open the top hatch, dragged himself onto the roof, raised his injured arm over his head, and crossed it with his other arm, the signal that there were wounded men inside.
.
Louie stood back and ran his eyes over the body of his ruined plane. Later, ground crewmen would count the holes in Super Man, marking each one with chalk to be sure that they didnt count any twice. There were 594 holes. All of the Nauru bombers had made it back, every one of them shot up, but none so badly as this.
.
Video: UNBROKEN by Laura Hillenbrand
COMPARE:
(1) HOW COWARDLY AMERICANS IN MANY POSITIONS OF AUTHORITY AND INFLUENCE NOW APPEAR TO BE DEALING WITH THE DOMESTIC ENEMY, KENYAN-BORN AND LIKELY ILLEGAL POTUS, BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA II
WE are EVADING THE ISSUE of Obamas POTUS eligibility. You peasants have NO STANDING to challenge him in court EVEN THOUGH: His Hawaiian LFBC, released April 27, 2011 and his Selective Service application form have been proven to be forgeries. Serious questions have been raised concerning his possible identity theft of a Connecticut Social Security Number.
It is of no concern to us that Lucas Daniel Smith, on February 19, 2009, obtained an authentic, certified copy of Obama's Kenyan Birth Certificate directly from the Coast Province General Hospital in Mombasa, Kenya.
YOU are idiots and buffoons for even questioning the veracity of the anointed one.
EVEN THOUGH he is a radical left-wing fascist well on his way to destroying the very foundations of America, we dont care enough to actually DO ANYTHING THAT MIGHT DISPLEASE HIS MAJESTY - BARACK OBAMA!
Just shut up and bend over!
(2) HOW BRAVE AMERICANS ATTEMPTED TO DEAL WITH A FOREIGN ENEMY IN EARLIER TIMES -
Approximate excerpts from:
Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption
Author: Laura Hillenbrand
Release date: November 2010
Chapter Nine
Five Hundred and Ninety-four Holes
Nauru was a little afterthought of land, eight square miles of sand sitting alone in the Pacific, about twenty-five hundred miles southwest of Hawaii. It was the kind of place that the world might have left alone, were it not for the fifty thousand tons of high-grade phosphate that lay under the feet of the grass-skirted natives. A central ingredient in fertilizer and munitions, the phosphate had been discovered in 1900, and since then the island had been home to a community of European businessmen and Chinese workers who mined the land. When the war began, Nauru became a priceless prize.
Japan seized Nauru in August 1942, imprisoning the Europeans who had not fled and forcing the natives and the Chinese to mine phosphate and build a runway. They enforced their authority with the sword, beheading people for infractions as trivial as the theft of a pumpkin. When the runway was complete, Japan had a rich source of phosphate and an ideal base for air strikes.
Upon April 17, upon returning from a run, Louie was called to a briefing. America was going after Nauru in a big way, sending Super Man and twenty-two other B-24s to hit the phosphate works. No one in the squadron saw a bed that night. They left just before midnight, refueled on Canton, and flew to Funafuti, the tiny atoll from which they would launch their attack. They found it jostling with journalists brought in by the military to cover the raid.
..
It was eerily silent. The first nine planes, Super Man out front, crossed the island unopposed. The air was very still, and the plane glided along without a ripple. Phil relinquished control to the Norden bombsight. Super Mans first target, a knot of planes and structures beside a runway, came into view. Louie lined up on the gleaming backs of the planes.
And then, shattering. The sky became a fury of color, sound and motion. Flak hissed up, trailing streamers of smoke over the planes, then burst into black puffs, sparkling with shrapnel. Metal flew everywhere, streaking up from below and raining down from above. With the bombsight in control, Phil could do nothing.
Something struck the bomber on Super Mans left wing, piloted by Lieutenant John Jacobs. The plane sank as if drowning. At almost the same moment, the plane to Super Mans right was hit. Just a few feet away, Pillsbury watched the bomber falter, drop, and disappear under Super Mans wing. Pillsbury could see the men inside, and his mind briefly registered that all of them were about to die. Super Man was alone.
.
At last, Louie had his aim, and the first bombs dropped, spun down, and struck their targets. Then Super Man passed over a set of red-roofed barracks and an antiaircraft battery, Louies second and third targets. Louie lined up and watched the bombs crunch into the buildings and battery.
..
The Zero had sprayed the entire right side of Super Man with cannon shells. The first rounds hit near the tail, spinning the plane hard on its side. Shrapnel tore into the hip and left leg of tail gunner Ray Lambert, who hung on sideways as Super Man rolled. The planes twist saved him; a cannon round struck exactly where his head had been an instant earlier, hitting so close to him that his goggles shattered. Ahead, shrapnel dropped Brooks and Douglas at the waist guns.
.
Super Man was dying. Phil couldnt turn it from side to side with the normal controls, and the plane was pulling upward so hard, trying to flip, that Phil couldnt hold it with his arms. He put both feet on the yoke and pushed as hard as he could.
..
It was likely, they all knew, that theyd crash on landing, if not before. Whatever thoughts each man had, he kept them to himself.
.
Daylight was fading when the palms of Funafuti brushed over the horizon. Phil began dropping the plane toward the runway. They were going much too fast.
..
For a moment, the landing was perfect. The wheels kissed the runway so softly that Louie stayed on his feet. Then came a violent gouging sensation. What they had feared had happened: The left tire was flat. The plane caught hard, veered left, and careened toward two parked bombers . Cuppernell, surely more out of habit than hope, stomped on the right brake. There was just enough hydraulic fluid left to save them.
.
Douglas popped open the top hatch, dragged himself onto the roof, raised his injured arm over his head, and crossed it with his other arm, the signal that there were wounded men inside.
.
Louie stood back and ran his eyes over the body of his ruined plane. Later, ground crewmen would count the holes in Super Man, marking each one with chalk to be sure that they didnt count any twice. There were 594 holes. All of the Nauru bombers had made it back, every one of them shot up, but none so badly as this.
.
Video: UNBROKEN by Laura Hillenbrand
Barack Obama is NOT the 44th American President
He is the 1st Kenyan Alleged President of America
Use the authentic 'Lucas Daniel Smith, Obama Kenyan Birth Certificate'
as a simple, powerful, supremely incriminating tool
to convince your fellow Americans
to ratchet up the pressure on the 'Kenyan Usurper'
He is the 1st Kenyan Alleged President of America
Use the authentic 'Lucas Daniel Smith, Obama Kenyan Birth Certificate'
as a simple, powerful, supremely incriminating tool
to convince your fellow Americans
to ratchet up the pressure on the 'Kenyan Usurper'