MK-ultra (Introduction to)

Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia on the Internet has helped me learn a lot of technical things from Kiln building to casting bronze by showing me other places to look. It is pretty much as far as I can see a wonderful asset. To learn more about MK-ultra I started at Wikipedia. Among other things I found that at least thirty Universities were involved in studies looking for mind control drugs to help the CIA find the ever elusive (??????) truth serum. I first learned of the famous Chemist Owsley while in El Paso Texas in the fall of 1969. By 1969 “Owsley acid,” had become revered by acid heads all over the country. I’m referring to Lysergic Acid Diethylemide, or LSD. It was dumped on America by the CIA through those 30 Universities. I’m not just blowing smoke. I put it together the minute I read the connection between the Universities and “Drug trials,” in the 60’s. If in doubt read ONE FLEW OVER THE CUKOO’S NEST by West Coast LSD Guru Ken Kesey.

Then read THE ELECTRIC KOOL-AID ACID TEST by Tom Wolfe. Tom brought us THE RIGHT STUFF and many other unquestioned well investigated books. His research is undeniably well done and correct. THE ELECTRIC KOOL-AID ACID TEST was Mr. Wolfe’s historical novel written about the adventures of LSD Guru Ken Kesey. Wolfe took much of the dialogue word for word from the constant tape recording and video recording Ken Kesey did in the early days of flower power. The anti-war flower power up the man movement didn’t have anything to do with the free love and turn the world on to LSD movement of Ken Kesey, but who was there to tell.

What really blows my mind is the fact that the seratonin uptake inhibitor drugs like PROZAC that is being fed our depressed over extended troops to keep them in combat was developed from the same work that the CIA’s Dr. Gottlieb did. Before Gottlieb burned all his notes on HIS unauthorized testing of LSD on Convicts and soldiers, and people in studies where Owsley first practiced his craft, Kesey befriended Owsley. I was well aware of Owsley long before Tom Wolfe wrote the book.

The Special Forces worked for ,”The company,” a lot in the war in Vietnam. Intelligence, Etc. In a round about way that was how I found out about LSD from the GI mentioned in the previous writing-Pvt. Dooley. I was fat and slow on the land-sweeps.

It was the Green Beret that gave me my first black amphetamine pill to keep me moving faster and I thought for the longest time they were designed so we could drink more beer when given the opportunity. What really blows my mind is what blew my mind was developed by ex-(???) Nazi scientists picked up by the OSI (Office of Scientific Research) through Operation Paper Clip when the Russians and the OSS were soliciting Nazi scientists to work on truth serums. We brought the Nazi’s here. We found out about many of them during the Nuremberg trials of Nazi war criminals.

At one point my nationwide search for the perfect trip brought me to San Francisco and Haight-Asbury. And on Golden Gate Ave I saw the Apartment where Gen. Cinque of the Symbionese Liberation Army (SLA) had kept Patty Hearst while the FBI watched from an apartment across the street. Little round holes in the plaster were all over that place where the FBI had recovered their bugs.

This is a lot to process for one day. I’m going to bring it around where Kesey met Owsley at a mental hospital drug experiment for LSD and the two of them turned on America- with Timothy Leary’s help. And show how the first Bush and Jesse Helms HAD to be part of it. American madness brought to you by our super-heroes, our unquestioned leaders in peace and war. Why Frank Sinatra’s THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE struck so close to home it wasn’t released.

The soldiers experimented on were ordered compensation, but they have never got it. The drug companies may be through experimenting with Prozac by virtue of the fact that it has the FDA approval but one vet pointed out that doesn’t mean the US Military is through with what it can do with it.

OVERNIGHT POPULARITY

These blogs let the writer get notified about how many people are reading them. The word “Frag” shows up and wow.

Actually the only member of the upper ranks (Over E-5) who was ever in real danger of having an “accident” around me that would have gotten him immediately replaced was a dangerous idiot. I’m referring to the Vietnam war. When I mentioned putting a fragmentation grenade up his butt and Capt Drydock mentioned fragging the entire government and I published it my readership went up about 35 times. I figure only once was neccessary for Homeland security. So let me begin by explaining about the good Sgt. with the bullseye on his butt. I have long since forgotten his name. He was gung ho, and laughed at, and knew it. So I believe he felt he had to prove his courage. Which is alright by me so long as it was his butt he was risking to prove the unneccesary.

I’m still laughing at Dooleys expert marksmanship with an M-60/7.62mm machine gun that left a man shaped pattern of bullet holes in the door to his sandbag bunker that the good Sgt. had actually tried to sneak up on in a free fire zone. He wanted to bust the young truly bloodthirsty Dooley for sleeping on guard. Dooley had been forced back to our unit by the real infantry because he scared people who’s job it was to hunt and kill the enemy. Dooley liked it. He never would have slept through a night on the perimeter.

Sneaking up on a sandbag bunker on the perimeter where except for cannons and bombs a mile or two away it was silent, was stupid. Small close noise stood out. A jeep with it’s motor running and parking a couple of hundred yards away was just plain stupid on the part of the Sgt. When he got up next to Dooley’s door he must have been doing the Funky Chicken to have been missed by Dooley’s machine gun.

The Sgt. was marked as stupid and Dooley as too dangerous to be let go on his own in the company area. So the Sgt. was put in charge of our small platoon that went out searching for signs of the enemy in the daylight past our perimeter where the rockets came from. He had become extremely expendable and didn’t know it. Dooley was made permanent tower guard out there. He was isolated from the officers and other Sgt’s. He still owes me $20.

On my “day job” as a messenger/deliveryguy with three trucks of all different sizes/ and all around mover of all kinds of stuff between Battery’s I made good friends with a Special Forces fellow named John D. Our walks around the paddies and south of the base had inherrited that lame Sgt. as the SSgt. in charge and John D. volunteered to come with me on our unscheduled walks when he was around. Out of curiosity and lots more experience than any of us had he wanted to make sure we wouldn’t get hurt out of inexperience and plain stupidity. And that was when the Frag. up the SSgt’s butt became a real possibility.

All through training, any kind of training, it was emphasised to never ever ever never touch anything we did not know what it was because of booby traps and trip wires. Not only could anything out of the norm, but anything in the norm, could be a death trap. That fact had been pounded into us in a 100 different ways. And we weren’t even grunts. On a day I will never forget my platoon had spread out at the end of one bean paddie after another, sloshing through the calf deep water in between the sand mounds the beans grew in looking for enemy caches with our feet. We stayed spread out as we walked around a village and when we hit dry land. Then I heard the now famous Ssgt. yelling at the top of his lungs to stop. “STAY WHERE YOU ARE. NOBODY COME CLOSER. KEEP AWAY!! THIS GRENADE COULD BE BOOBY TRAPPED!!!”

Well that made sense. It made more sense than anything else he said or did. John D. and I moved a little closer to see what he was yelling about and why he had stopped the sweep. Right there by his feet was a potato masher type Chi-Com grenade. Obviously freshly dropped by whoever we had scared out of that village moving fast. OBVIOUSLY? In a place where the obvious isn’t and the booby traps were frequent. The smartest thing he ever did was to tell everyone to stay away. I knew E.O.D. would often just take a .45 and shoot something like that and blow it up but what if it was just laying on top of a cache of explosives designed to reach out and touch someone? Someone suggested getting far far away from it and blowing it with a rifle. But that idea did not get through to the Ssgt. who wanted to prove his courage and was chasing men backwards doing his “Funky Chicken” and howling to get back.

Then he sealed his fate. After he was sure nobody else was in range he got down on his hands and knees and dropped flat on the ground and gingerly reached out with his right toe and his leg as far extended as possible, and he kicked it.

Nothing exploded. The grenade was dropped by an escaping VC. there were no booby traps. The Ssgt. had a smile of victory holding his prize.

John D. Passed the word around all us green ARTY guys. “IF WE EVER REALLY RUN INTO ANY REAL TROUBLE- make sure all you guys shoot that stupid S.O.B. first and I’ll take charge and maybe I’ll be able to get us out of it.”

AMERICA’S UNKEPT PROMISE TO ITSELF

In a conversation with another Veteran of the Vietnam war the title of the book he thought Audie Murphy was was working on before he died was brought up. The only thing confirmed about the title was that it would have been a good one. But a book title, “THEY TAUGHT ME TO BE A SOLDIER BUT THEY NEVER TAUGHT ME TO BE A CIVILIAN,” was never started by Audie. But it sadly applies to all of us that still hear artillery when it rains and see the flash of bombs when there is lightning beyond the clouds up there in the sky beyond the silhouette’s of mountains that are not there.

THERE ISN’T ANYBODY OF VOTING AGE ALIVE IN THIS COUNTRY NOT OLD ENOUGH TO REMEMBER AMERICA’S PROMISE NOT TO SPIT ON THE VETERANS COMING HOME FROM THIS WAR WE FIND OURSELVES IN NOW. Nobody has been dragged crying into this mess. There is no draft.

People still complain that during the Vietnam War we were taken straight out of a combat zone and sent home with no time to decompress. Although Audie worked to educate America on the subject that we now call PTSD and never wrote a book with the aforementioned title, a book with that title would be appropriate for all soldiers of every war. I got back from Vietnam in time to get discharged directly in to the College I had left.

America was on a party kick. Eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we may die. I was home in time to go back to college just in time for the students to have a nationwide strike after what was called the KENT STATE MASSACRE. Colleges all across America closed due to student riots and what was called THE STUDENT STRIKE OF 1970. I was there and the big bad student strike was one GREAT BIG PARTY.

In California soldiers coming home had bottles thrown at them, were spit on, called obscenities, and everybody but us forgot we went to Vietnam to prevent the atrocities the communists were committing. Eighteen year olds in college had been eight when we witnessed the broadcasting of the public execution of five Americans on our TV’s over and over and over like the generation before had seen Pearl Harbor being attacked and then todays generation saw the World Trade Centers fall.

This is hard for me to write this. So far I have just given a few facts and thoughts but the fact is we promised these young men and women we wouldn’t turn on them and even the PINK people say they don’t hate the soldiers they hate the war. But they hate the soldiers. A coward can’t make himself feel equal to a soldier unless he can get him alone and beat on him one way or another. In the 1970’s I heard “Tough” guys say things like, “Vietnam Veterans aren’t so tough I beat one up with one punch!”

I only knew one married man in three years that had a wife to come home to when his time was up. Todays soldiers have all signed the blank check for their lives for eight years. I read the below news release in yesterdays news. What I have written so far is a prelude to what I really have to say when I get in to it. About the first Bush being in the CIA during MK-ultra, and the Bush fortune that bought the second Bush’s way out of active duty during Vietnam. How a large part of THAT fortune came from war profiteering with Adolph Hitler.

The CIA’s MK-ultra program’s research was to find a truth serum that controlled the thoughts of the mind. It brought us LSD and drugs like Prozac. I myself have lived through what is termed a NON-TYPICAL reaction to Prozac and Prozac brings suicides and mass murders at high schools and is being given to our combat troops to keep them in combat a little longer when tour after tour after tour- well read this news release and in a day or so I’ll be able to tell you what I think about it:

AP – Amanda Henderson holds a photo of her late husband Sgt. 1st Class Patrick Henderson in her home in Henderson, … HENDERSON, Texas – Sgt. 1st Class Patrick Henderson, a strapping Iraq combat veteran, spent the last, miserable months of his life as an Army recruiter, cold-calling dozens of people a day from his strip-mall office and sitting in strangers’ living rooms, trying to sign up their sons and daughters for an unpopular war.

He put in 13-hour days, six days a week, often encountering abuse from young people or their parents. When he and other recruiters would gripe about the pressure to meet their quotas, their superiors would snarl that they ought to be grateful they were not in Iraq, according to his widow.

Less than a year into the job, Henderson — afflicted by flashbacks and sleeplessness after his tour of battle in Iraq — went into his backyard shed, slid the chain lock in place, and hanged himself with a dog chain.

He became, at age 35, the fourth member of the Army’s Houston Recruiting Battalion to commit suicide in the past three years — something Henderson’s widow and others blame on the psychological scars of combat, combined with the pressure-cooker job of trying to sell the war.

“Over there in Iraq, you’re doing this high-intensive job you are recognized for. Then, you come back here, and one month you’re a hero, one month you’re a loser because you didn’t put anyone in,” said Staff Sgt. Amanda Henderson, herself an Iraq veteran and a former recruiter in the battalion.

A LETTER FROM A VET

was sent to me including these following thoughts. Although I doubt any congressman would risk any vote with something that made sense the author of the following asks for people to write their congress. I actualy saw that work once.

THE JOB – URINE TEST
(Whoever wrote this one deserves a HUGE pat on the back!)

Like a lot of folks in this state, I have a job. I work, they pay me.
I pay my taxes and the government distributes my taxes as it sees fit.
In order to get that paycheck, I am required to pass a random urine
test with which I have no problem. What I do have a problem with is
the distribution of my taxes to people who don’t have to pass a urine
test.
Shouldn’t one have to pass a urine test to get a welfare check because
I have to pass one to earn it for them? Please understand, I have no
problem with helping people get back on their feet. I do, on the other
hand, have a problem with helping someone sitting on their Ass, doing
drugs, while I work. . . . Can you imagine how much money the state
would save if people had to pass a urine test to get a public
assistance check?
Pass this along if you agree or simply delete if you don’t. Hope you
all will pass it along, though. . Some thing has to change in this
country — and soon!!!!!!!
I guess we could title that program, ‘Urine or You’re Out’.
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The only problem I have with this idea is what about those who use medical marijuana? And writing basicly a blank check of $700,000,000.00 to the richest of the rich who are responsible for the empty homes in my town. I’m not talking about the $250,000 homes but the folks that had their Mobile homes and Doublewides taken. NOBODY pays attention to that because the rich have been using Mobile homes to steal land from poor folks who couldn’t afford a down payment on a MH for years and years. It’s so common it seems it is a God given right to use the promise of a home for the poor folks who have a piece of empty land partly or completely paid for- this is a long thought- to use a mortgage company to help the dealer steal the land.

A TWIST ON CONQUERING FROM WITHIN

‘No people will tamely surrender their liberties, nor can any be easily subdued, when knowledge is diffused and virtue is preserved. On the contrary, when people are universally ignorant, and debauched in their manners, they will sink under their own weight without the aid of foreign invaders.’
— Samuel Adams (letter to James Warren, 4 November 1775)
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CHRISTMAS IS CANCELLED FOR 2008

 

 

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CHRISTMAS IS CANCELLED THIS YEAR

 

 

 

 

Yesterday the morning news said that there would be no Christmas this year. The Post Office expects to send 1,000,000,000 less packages than last year. Christmas is dead because there will be less toys given to tots, and less shoes given to wives, and less vacations taken unless they are the permanent type. That’s the only kind of vacation I have ever had except when I worked in the oilfield offshore in Texas and Louisiana. Mostly there we worked two weeks straight out on a boat. Then we would have a week off with a two week paycheck. That’s actually a layoff every month.

 

Unemployment works in a way that it takes several weeks to get any money coming in. Then you have to count your pennies so your not about to be going on a vacation anywhere. My folks moved to Florida many years ago in 1973. with my family in Fla. and my friends in Upstate N.Y. At 60 I have never had a vacation where I could visit my friends and the obituaries tell me too much. But life and death at peace is natural. If this year people are forced to just have a small gathering of family then Christmas is really going back to what it is supposed to be. It was never supposed to be a retail store celebration of profit. What the news should have said yesterday was, “Pack it up all you greed fed people feeding on well intentioned Christians, we don’t need your sort this year.” Or any other year for that matter. Most of us were fed up with that before the Christmas present stores began to worry.

 

In the midst of this a young family member told us he doesn’t believe in war. They have never seen a war or had to worry about it and were too young when N.Y. was hit to have felt the shock. I don’t blame people that don’t believe in war but I want them to have a reason for feeling that way other than the fact that they might get hurt. I read something last week and I’m going to quote it the best that I can. I don’t remember the Author but he is welcome to come here and claim his word as I would love to read more of them. He said War is the worst way for nations to settle their differences. But it is the only way to not have them settled for you. I don’t think my family member that is at an age to go has read a newspaper or kept up with any reasons for feeling the war is bad. Like most people that speak the Bible he chooses the parts that work for him. He has also said if his country was in real danger he’d go. How could he tell with the piss poor journalism and well paid television propagandists who only look at the sales and circulation bottom line? The picture uploaded today is a picture of the past, and our future. OUR FUTURE.

 

Who is the man staring at you with the gun to his head about to be dispatched to join his friends in the pit below him? I don’t think we’ll ever know anything about him but the fact that everyone who might have known anything about him is in the pit, or put him there. And he believed in his fellow man and the system, that good overcomes evil. We do know his people religiously did not believe in war. They were willing to trust in God and die for that belief than to fight evil. And the man with the neat boots, gun and uniform very possibly made his way to Argentina and taught Chavez the fundamentals of crowd control and died in luxury. America gets it’s cocaine from Chavez’s friends who were taught by Fidel Castro and Che’ Guevara’s followers who were taught by murderers from the war above to put thousands of coffee growers in quickly dug much shallower pits. Pits so small the murderers had to behead and quarter the people going in them for them to fit. 5,000 Coffee growers killed by FARC were found like that in tiny pits, in this hemisphere south of us last year. FARC was trained by Che’ Guevara and Fidel and runaway Nazi’s. The folks in the pit didn’t celebrate Christmas.

 

In a way they ended up in the pit because they didn’t celebrate Christmas. People that sell Cocaine will have plenty of money to celebrate Christmas. Without money for Christmas gifts though I’ll bet the cocaine buyers will perform a lot of wasted home invasions this year. There’s no telling how many extra people will be terrorized this year because there won’t be any Christmas this year.

 

Did you ever just wonder why? If you can, thank an American soldier. They can’t go to the mall either but they aren’t complaining about it.

THE DARWINIAN AWARDS

Darwin passed a while ago but left us with a theory that we evolved. That theory led to theories about genes and genepools. Good genes, bad genes, and tight jeans under the Yum Yum tree.
Each year awards are given to members of the human race whose stupidity has done the best they can to remove their genes from our gene pool. As Follows:2008 Darwin Awards – Natural selection takes its toll again!

The Darwin Awards are finally out, the annual honor given to the persons who did the gene pool the biggest service by killing themselves in the most extraordinarily stupid way.

Last year’s winner was the fellow who was killed by a Coke machine which toppled over on top of him as he was attempting to tip a free soda out. This year’s winner was a real rocket scientist…
Remember that each of these is a true story.

The nominees are:

Semifinalist #1
A young Canadian man, searching for a way of getting drunk cheaply, because he had no money with which to buy alcohol, mixed gasoline with milk. Not surprisingly, this concoction made him ill, and he vomited into the fireplace in his house. This resulting explosion and fire burned his house down, killing both him and his sister.

Semifinalist #2
Three Brazilian men were flying in a light aircraft at low altitude when another plane approached. It appears that they decided to moon the occupants of the other plane, but lost control of their own aircraft and crashed. They were all found dead in the wreckage with their pants around their ankles.

Semifinalist #3
A 22-year-old Reston , VA , man was found dead after he tried to use octopus straps to bungee jump off a 70-foot rail road trestle. Fairfax County police said Eric Barcia, a fast food worker, taped a bunch of these straps together, wrapped an end around one foot, anchored the other end to the trestle at Lake Accotink Park, jumped and hit the pavement. Warren Carmichael, a police spokesman, said investigators think Barcia was alone because his car was found nearby. ‘The length of the cord that he had assembled was greater than the distance between the trestle and the ground,’ Carmichael said. Police say the apparent cause of death was ‘Major trauma.’

Semifinalist #4
A man in Alabama died from rattlesnake bites. It seems that he and a friend were playing a game of catch, using the rattlesnake as a ball. The friend – no doubt a future Darwin Awards candidate – was hospitalized.

Semifinalist #5
Employees in a medium-sized warehouse in west Texas noticed the smell of a gas leak. Sensibly, management evacuated the building extinguishing all potential sources of ignition; lights, power, etc. After the building had been evacuated, two technicians from the gas company were dispatched. Upon entering the building, they found they had difficulty navigating in the dark. To their frustration, none of the lights worked. Witnesses later described the sight of one of the technicians reaching into his pocket and retrieving an object that resembled a cigarette lighter.
Upon operation of the lighter-like object, the gas in the warehouse exploded, sending pieces of it up to three miles away. Nothing was found of the technicians, but the lighter was virtually untouched by the explosion. The technician suspected of causing the blast had never been thought of as ”bright” by his peers.

Now, the winner of this year’s Darwin Award (As always, awarded posthumously):

The Arizona Highway Patrol came upon a pile of smoldering metal embedded in the side of a cliff rising above the road at the apex of a curve. The wreckage resembled the site of an airplane crash, but it was a car. The type of car was unidentifiable at the scene. Police investigators finally pieced together the mystery. An amateur rocket scientist, had somehow gotten hold of a JATO unit (Jet Assisted Take Off, actually a solid fuel rocket) that is used to give heavy military transport planes an extra ‘push’ for taking off from short airfields. He had driven his Chevy Impala out into the desert and found a long and straight stretch of road. He attached the JATO unit to the car, jumped in, got up some speed and fired off the JATO!

The facts as best as could be determined are that the operator of the 1967 Impala hit the JATO ignition at a distance of approximately 3.0 miles from the crash site. This was established by the scorched and melted asphalt at that location.

The JATO, if operating properly, would have reached maximum thrust within 5 seconds, causing the Chevy to reach speeds well in excess of 350 mph and continuing at full power for an additional 20 -25 seconds.

The driver, and soon to be pilot, would have experienced G-forces usually reserved for dog fighting F-14 jocks under full afterburners, causing him to become irrelevant for the remainder of the event.

However, the automobile remained on the straight highway for about 2.5 miles (15-20 seconds) before the driver applied and completely melted the brakes, blowing the tires and leaving thick rubber marks on the road surface, then becoming airborne for an additional 1.4 miles and impacting the cliff face at a height of 125 feet leaving a blackened crater 3 feet deep in the rock. Most of the driver’s remains were not recoverable.

However, small fragments of bone, teeth and hair were extracted from the crater, and fingernail and bone shards were removed from a piece of debris believed to be a portion of the steering wheel.

Epilogue: It has been calculated that this moron attained a ground speed of approximately 420-mph, though much of his voyage was not actually on the ground.

It’s impossible not to laugh at these jerks… Have a good day.

To me it’s Christmas humor.

A NEW YEAR OBSCENITY IN STONE

The cannon pictured above was a crude but very effective instrument of misery in a battle with no morphine syrettes.  No, they could only have eased the pain of the wounded not the 23,515 dead.  At the battle of Stones River at Murfreesboro.  Two great Armies, 44,000 Union and 37,000 Rebels faced off the night of Dec.31st, 1862 within yelling distance.  Simply put at some point two entire divisions were thrown at each other and at the end of Jan 2,1863 there lay 23,515 bodies to be burried by hand.   Most of them killed in a day.  Amost half of Vietnam’s ten years of blood in less than 48 hours..  And of course the horses and mules.

It would not be out of line to say that on New years morning 1862 approximately eightyone thousand men arose into the silvery dawn willing to die for something intangible that had never been created before..  What could make so many men face death so willingly?   The only reasons that I can think of would be to prevent other men from burning their homes and killing their families.  Being scared of the unknown.  Being killed for sure if they tried to run away.   But the one most don’t think of that haven’t met a moment like that is that their freinds would die if they weren’t there to help them.  Strong principles and an even stronger faith in God.  That’s the one that hurt me the most.  One day I woke up and knew for sure I was going to die and there wouldn’t be any ever after.  And a man without God is a lost man.  Without God there is no point.  But how can there be a God and there be war?   

Back when those graves were dug there weren’t any pampers. For a mother to raise a child  she had to use and re-use cloth diapers washed in a large cast iron pots full of hand carried water heated with fire.  She probably had to chop the wood also if Daddy was working the fields and make the soap from lye and animal fat while she tended the chickens and watched the kids.  What I’m saying is child rearing wasn’t store bought and church was often every two weeks because the trip to the church was so far by wagon the family had to go and camp for a day.  Every one of those 23,515 headstones represents a lot more than, A man lays burried here.     It represents a lot of women’s work.  Wasted.  One of the most poetic thoughts I have ever heard, that could possibly be poetic from the war in Vietnam was something an enemy soldier said.  He said, ” Every bullet of every war was fired directly at the heart of the mother who raised that soldier.”  Pretty darn poetic for a guy whose freinds and family had been willie peterred and napalmed.  And whose homeland now still is soaked in thousands of places with Agent Orange and other poisons.  A country that has a museum full of deformed fetuses soaked in formaldehyde.       

But there is something about that battle where the guys faced off across a river the night before.   In the dark accross the river that first night Audi’s character had a pleasant conversation with a rebel across the river.  Johnny Reb finaly yelled back, “Yank you don’t seem like a bad sort. try and make sure tomorrow you don’t get you one of them RED BADGES.”   Meaning a bullet hole.   In 1952 Audie Murphy and the great Columnist Bill Mauldin played starring roles in the American Classic book  THE RED BADGE OF COURAGE’s   black and white movie production.  The first day of the battle Audi broke ranks and ran while Bill Mauldin stayed and survived.

 The thing that stood out the most to me at the point that Audi regained his concience was the LITTLE guy he was-certainly no RAMBO- returned to battle to fight like hell with a large bandanna strapped around his forehead to keep the sweat out of his eyes and as always he looked like a real fighting man because he was a real fighting man..    Do you understand what that means?   Audi Murphy was the real life RAMBO, and Stallone used his  bandanna as a symbol of the real badass in later movies.  And strangely enough durring a period of time when America was hiding it’s head in shame at least Sly never went for the money by making us out to be cowardly babykillers and RAMBO wasn’t stoned.      

While our wounded and dead soldier’s mothers cry,  enemy soldiers mothers raise them to die.  I’ve searched for God for a long time and for sure it’s time for him to teach the commandments to the unwilling .  That would work so much better than prozac.         

And NO! I couldn’t watch RAMBO.  Not for very long so I could be wrong.                                                        

Drug induced combat C/O Col. Richards

The cat is out of the bag on this one thanks to an article in Time Magazine By Mark Thompson in June.  Everyone knows that the Reserves were supposed to be held in reserve (DUH!) and the National Guard was supposed to be our home guard.  The National Guard is each States Militia. If you were a kid that was 1-A (Immediately draftable into either the Army or Marines in 1967-68) no normal kid could avoid combat by joining the National Guard because the waiting list was so long and “special” people got those spots.  “Big Jim,” a brother of mine from my trade lucked out and got in the National Guard and got to stay out of Vietnam though.    But he told me what it was like going through boot camp with Jerry Mathers.  Jerry mathers played The Beaver in the TV Series LEAVE IT TO BEAVER.   We all loved the “Beaver,” and I don’t hold it against him from dodging the draft by getting in the National Guard.  But it was well understood at the time that getting into the National Guard was a ticket out of the war by the sons of wealth like Jerry and a fellow named G.W.  “Big Jim,” just got lucky, he knew it, and he told me so.  The rumor that The Beaver was killed in Vietnam was way out there in the smoky haze of those days.

When Col. Richards was a Major and as far up to her ears in deep blood and guts combat as an Army Psychiatrist can get after Somalia.  She was despondent that she didn’t have any prozac in her little black bag to give the guys that helped her win that war and she made sure the Army had plenty on hand for the invasion of Iraq.  Now according to Mark Thompson each Psychiatrist going to Iraq is encouraged to make sure they have a lot of their own particular brand of anti-depressant..

To put it simply screw the idea that doctors shall do no harm.  That idea went out the window when the military realized they could do away with the need for a draft at home that would kill their money machine (I mean war) if they could just keep drugging the same guys into feeling better about going back.

Look up the benefits and side effects of prozac.  The pharmaceutical companies are left to do their own studies now.  So after you read all the good stuff about anti depressants think about the following conclusions drawn by studies that weren’t done by the manufacturer:

Cardiovascular System — Frequent: hemorrhage, hypertension, palpitation; Infrequent: angina pectoris, arrhythmia, congestive heart failure, hypotension, migraine, myocardial infarct, postural hypotension, syncope, tachycardia, vascular headache; Rare: atrial fibrillation, bradycardia, cerebral embolism, cerebral ischemia, cerebrovascular accident, extrasystoles, heart arrest, heart block, pallor, peripheral vascular disorder, phlebitis, shock, thrombophlebitis, thrombosis, vasospasm, ventricular arrhythmia, ventricular extrasystoles, ventricular fibrillation.

Digestive System — Frequent: increased appetite, nausea and vomiting; Infrequent: aphthous stomatitis, cholelithiasis, colitis, dysphagia, eructation, esophagitis, gastritis, gastroenteritis, glossitis, gum hemorrhage, hyperchlorhydria, increased salivation, liver function tests abnormal, melena, mouth ulceration, nausea/vomiting/diarrhea, stomach ulcer, stomatitis, thirst; Rare: biliary pain, bloody diarrhea, cholecystitis, duodenal ulcer, enteritis, esophageal ulcer, fecal incontinence, gastrointestinal hemorrhage, hematemesis, hemorrhage of colon, hepatitis, intestinal obstruction, liver fatty deposit, pancreatitis, peptic ulcer, rectal hemorrhage, salivary gland enlargement, stomach ulcer hemorrhage, tongue edema.

Endocrine System — Infrequent: hypothyroidism; Rare: diabetic acidosis, diabetes mellitus.

Hemic and Lymphatic System — Infrequent: anemia, ecchymosis; Rare: blood dyscrasia, hypochromic anemia, leukopenia, lymphedema, lymphocytosis, petechia, purpura, thrombocythemia, thrombocytopenia.

Metabolic and Nutritional — Frequent: weight gain; Infrequent: dehydration, generalized edema, gout, hypercholesteremia, hyperlipemia, hypokalemia, peripheral edema; Rare: alcohol intolerance, alkaline phosphatase increased, BUN increased, creatine phosphokinase increased, hyperkalemia, hyperuricemia, hypocalcemia, iron deficiency anemia, SGPT increased.

Musculoskeletal System — Infrequent: arthritis, bone pain, bursitis, leg cramps, tenosynovitis; Rare: arthrosis, chondrodystrophy, myasthenia, myopathy, myositis, osteomyelitis, osteoporosis, rheumatoid arthritis.

Nervous System — Frequent: agitation, amnesia, confusion, emotional lability, sleep disorder; Infrequent: abnormal gait, acute brain syndrome, akathisia, apathy, ataxia, buccoglossal syndrome, CNS depression, CNS stimulation, depersonalization, euphoria, hallucinations, hostility, hyperkinesia, hypertonia, hypesthesia, incoordination, libido increased, myoclonus, neuralgia, neuropathy, neurosis, paranoid reaction, personality disorder², psychosis, vertigo; Rare: abnormal electroencephalogram, antisocial reaction, circumoral paresthesia, coma, delusions, dysarthria, dystonia, extrapyramidal syndrome, foot drop, hyperesthesia, neuritis, paralysis, reflexes decreased, reflexes increased, stupor.

Respiratory System — Infrequent: asthma, epistaxis, hiccup, hyperventilation; Rare: apnea, atelectasis, cough decreased, emphysema, hemoptysis, hypoventilation, hypoxia, larynx edema, lung edema, pneumothorax, stridor.

Skin and Appendages — Infrequent: acne, alopecia, contact dermatitis, eczema, maculopapular rash, skin discoloration, skin ulcer, vesiculobullous rash; Rare: furunculosis, herpes zoster, hirsutism, petechial rash, psoriasis, purpuric rash, pustular rash, seborrhea.

Special Senses — Frequent: ear pain, taste perversion, tinnitus; Infrequent: conjunctivitis, dry eyes, mydriasis, photophobia; Rare: blepharitis, deafness, diplopia, exophthalmos, eye hemorrhage, glaucoma, hyperacusis, iritis, parosmia, scleritis, strabismus, taste loss, visual field defect.

My favorite is the pustular rash, amnesia, and seborhea.  That really cracks me up.  When the VA’s cancer dude-whatever they call him, was through taking a biopsy of a pustular thing on my hand, and after he explained how the stuff he gave me would get rid of my seborheah, and I was leaveing he looked up kind of forgetful like-since we both had forgot why I went in there, and asked, “I did tell you you had a squamous cell carcinoma didn’t I??”  I have been confused since then whether 1. we both were on prozac, 2. he had alzeimers and I had prozac. or 3. I have alzeimers and he took prozac.

I haven’t come to a conclusion yet.

11am/Nov.11th/1918–Dec.7/1941–Paul Tibbets

Do any of you remember the importance of those dates or that man?  Or that Paul lived to be 92 yr’s old and died only a little over a year ago?  It is a shame if for any reason you education has left you ignorant of these dates or the WWII pilot I mentioned.  Not only did he drop the first Atomic Bomb and save millions of lives but he led the first daylight bombing mission over Germany in WWII.  In that one mission 60 bombers were lost and with them 600 men.  In one day.  In a few hours.  In some of my posts you will see a picture of a young Audie Murphy.  He wears the Medal of Honor not because he enjoyed killing people, but because he was frightfully willing to die to save his men.  He brought to the people on the homefronts attention that many heroes have to do things that stop them from sleeping and also being scared to close their eyes.  I was honored with two conversations with two heroes yesterday.  Make no mistake.  They were tickled at the thought of someone in Iraq throwing their shoes at a Commander in Chief who somehow had managed to buy his own way out of war. 

Paul Tibets wasn’t supposed to have been in a war after Nov.11/1918.  There was poetry there on that date in 1918.  At 11am that morning the cannons stopped firing in the great trench war.  Instant silence.  All was quiet on the westen front they said.  I’ve always wondered how poetic it felt to be the last man killed sometime around 10:59am that morning.  The poetry of generals and politicians is missed somewhere in the reality of a feces filled trench.  Beside the fact that the peace didn’t last.  I suppose that’s a good reason to forget the meaning of 1100 hours on the eleventh day of the eleventh month.

And we are really an awfully nice people.  History is usualy written by the victors but we’ve let the people that attacked our nation while it was at peace on Dec. 7/1941 in a sneak attack change that incident into a “Military victory.” I’d wonder why but I know why.  But I’ll let you younger folks that make it through the next thirty years watch the Sept. 11th attack on America also get turned into a military victory for our enemies to figure it out.  But here’s a hint-money.   And the decision to let the sleepless stay that way.